Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh the barracks
The sound of the crunching howitzer being calibrated was obscured by the night wind and the noise of people, but it was extremely clear to Han Baihang's ears.
"Shi Dazhu, I'm here, stop!" Han Baihang finally yelled.
The huge sound echoed in the night sky, which made people feel particularly ear-piercing. Everyone's attention was suddenly diverted, and they stared at Han Baihang and his party.
The anger on Xu Tianxiong's face had reached the extreme. The knife was in his hand, and he felt as if he was about to be crushed. He used all his strength and shouted at Han Baihang: "Han Baihang, I won't kill you today! I swear I won't.
As a human being!”
At this moment, a smile suddenly broke out on Shi Dazhu's face. He thought there would be some obstacles in finding Han Baihang, but now it seems that everything has fallen into place.
Shi Dazhu was inexplicably excited and ordered to the people around him: "Control Han Baihang immediately, and what's more, fire!"
The sound of ecstasy was like a sharp sword cutting through the night sky, and it also pierced the hearts of several people. Countless soldiers rushed towards Han Baihang, and Han Baihang suddenly jumped up from the ground, his face flushed, as if he was drunk.
, the muscles on his body are twisted together like stones.
"Xu Tianxiong, run!"
After shouting this sentence, Han Baihang exerted his strength with both feet, and his whole body suddenly flew forward about three meters, heading straight for the howitzer.
At this time, the artillerymen had loaded the shells and completed the final calibration. Han Baihang was still about 20 meters away from the howitzer. Xu Tianxiong was yelled at by Han Baihang and noticed Shi Dazhu's trick, and he became even more angry.
, yelling at his men: "Hit! Kill these bastards!"
Shi Dazhu on this side had already made preparations. When Xu Tianxiong and others opened fire, he had already taken the lead in firing. However, Xu Tianxiong and others occupied the high ground. Although they were caught off guard, the two sides were still in a stalemate.
However, in this way, Xu Tianxiong was also delayed. At this time, the howitzer did not stop.
Han Baihang could already see the soldiers pulling the gun rope, and the whole world suddenly seemed to slow down, as if he accidentally pressed the slow-down button while watching a movie.
"Ah!" Han Baihang yelled, picked up a large stone that could be hugged by one person, and threw it towards the barrel of the gun.
There was a loud bang, and two blazing fires shone out, illuminating the night sky. The fiery shells flew straight in the direction of Xu Tianxiong and others.
However, it hit the mountain above Xu Tianxiong's head. Scattered stones and shrapnel, along with gunpowder smoke, enveloped Xu Tianxiong and others.
Seeing that such a good opportunity was ruined by Han Baihang, Shi Dazhu was so angry that he trembled all over, "Catch them for me! No matter they live or die!"
Although the order was given, there was a commotion in the military camp. Everyone was crowded together. As soon as they fired, they directly injured one of their own. In desperation, the soldiers had no choice but to use swords, fists and feet to fulfill the company commander's order.
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Two howitzers were placed side by side. Han Baihang used a stone to knock over one of the howitzers at the moment the cannonball was fired, and the other was also knocked crooked. In this way, Xu Tianxiong and others were saved in dangerous situations.
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However, as a result, Han Baihang was also surrounded, and the soldiers swarmed towards Han Baihang like ants.
Han Baihang's clothes were torn, his eyes were red, and his muscles were knotted. Drops of crystal sweat were walking on the lines of his muscles.
The sky-shattering hustle and bustle, coupled with the flames spurting from the muzzle of the gun, together formed the main theme of the night. Even the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.
Two long knives were aimed at Han Baihang's back and stabbed at him. Han Baihang used his feet to force himself, and he suddenly flew into the air. He turned around in the air and stepped on the two people's heads with his feet.
Only a soft sound was heard, and the necks of the two soldiers were broken, lying limply on the ground. Han Baihang, like a big bird, floated to the ground, grabbed the collars of the two corpses, and threw them towards the soldiers who rushed over.
, knocking down a large piece in an instant.
However, the moment he turned around, more weapons came towards him. Han Baihang relied on his flexible body to barely dodge some, but the rest left scars on his body.
The bright red blood sprayed out, leaving a strange and beautiful pattern in the air. Han Baihang waved his hand and clamped the arms of several people. His muscles suddenly exerted force, and several sounds of broken bones were intertwined with the screams of the soldiers.
Covered in blood, echoing under the dark night sky.
Han Baihang kicked the enemy in front of him with several kicks. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a sharp blade in the air. With just one wave, countless blood lines appeared in front of him. Several soldiers rushed towards him and covered their throats.
, kneeling on the ground and wailing silently.
The wind was blowing, taking away the noise and blood. Han Baihang was holding the bloody long knife, his body was slightly bent, breathing heavily, but the red color in his eyes still refused to go away, but instead deepened.
The heavy breathing dissipated into a cloud of white mist in the air. The soldiers looked at Han Baihang, who was like a god of death, and hesitated one by one. No one dared to go up to die, and became the victims of the dozen corpses at Han Baihang's feet.
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In the midst of such noise, a strange silence suddenly came, which made people feel a little unprepared. Only the sounds of those injured and dying moaning on the ground were still destroying everyone's eardrums.
Being blown by the cool breeze, Han Baihang's head sobered up slightly, and he glanced around. Li Si and Qi Wu were surrounded, and two of his own soldiers had died gloriously.
The situation could not be worse.
Han Baihang held a long knife and rushed towards the soldiers. As soon as he took a step, five or six swords were slashed down. Han Baihang twisted his body, as if his eyes were open behind his back, and dodged sideways.
At the same time, Han Baihang's long knife passed through his head and swept towards the soldiers behind him, leaving a medium-deep scratch on several soldiers.
But at this time, several more people rushed up and aimed at his chest. Not only that, several long sticks swept towards his legs.
Han Baihang's body was twisted, like an iron bridge, and his chest and feet were all filled with deadly weapons. As soon as he fell to the ground, countless people rushed up and cut him into pieces.
The white clouds that had gone far away were brought back by the breeze, blocking the bright moonlight. They couldn't bear to let it see such a miserable scene, with blood and massacre stirring in everyone's blood.