Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 75 Success and Spoils (addition for Chen Tang Garrry)

Hu Biao didn't know how many punches he had received in such a short period of time with his poor head, nor how many kitchen knives he had chopped off his opponent, and which parts he had hit.

Just when he felt his head spinning and he was about to spit it out, he grabbed the white armored soldier's left hand and let go, and the other party actually pushed him away and stood up.

By the way, he also picked up the thick-backed sword.

But after the tartar got up, he didn't cut Hu Biao to death, but turned around and ran towards the horse on one side.

It turned out that this tartar who had been cut with two long scars on his face and suffered many knives on his body finally knew he was afraid and wanted to leave now.

The problem is that by now, all the other Tartars have died in battle.

Most of the surviving netizens are all coming to this side, how can he escape as he wished.

The archers such as Lang Qing and Singer opened their bows one after another, because the white-armored soldier had long since lost his original flexibility, and he was hit by four arrows immediately.

One of the arrows was bounced off by the fine iron armor on his body, but there were still two arrows stuck in his body.

It's just that this guy has a double armor on his body, and he has a strong defense against arrows, so he doesn't even slow down his escape.

At this time, Lao Hei, who had thrown away his musket, finally rushed to this small battlefield, and successfully pierced the back of the staggering white armored soldier.

But at this moment, the white-armored soldier was waving the thick-backed broadsword in his hand indiscriminately, and he still refused to fall to the ground.

The red-eyed Hu Biao resisted the violent writhing in his chest and abdomen, picked up his chicken-wing wooden gun barrel with the tip cut off, and crazily smashed it at the white armored soldier's head.

Lao Hei, who drew out his spear, and several other netizens, including Xu Feng who came to support him, pierced with another shot.

In the end, the white-armored soldier was carrying a throwing knife, an arrow, and three gun heads crashed to the ground; so far, this night attack ended with the killing of all 9 people on the Tartar side.

It's just that this night-time battle, which was carried out mentally or unintentionally, turned out to be so tragic.

Looking at the messy battlefield, many netizens who were bragging and farting a few hours ago are now lying on the ground knowing whether they are alive or dead.

Immediately, after reacting, many rookies sat down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

It is a way to vent the current complex emotions of fear, excitement, and sadness.

Even Hu Biao, an old bird, seemed to have been drained of all his strength; he sat on the ground with his buttocks hitting the nails of 'Ding Dong~'.

Then with a sound of 'Wow~', the mouth just spit out.

After experiencing the battlefield of Kucha City where the mountains of corpses and seas of blood were at the beginning, Hu Biao would not have vomited into such a mess just because of the bloody scene in front of him.

But who told him that his head was so dizzy now that he was hammered by the white-armored soldiers and concussed...

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Fortunately, Hu Biao's concussion was not too serious.

Anyway, he almost vomited all the contents of his stomach. After sitting on the ground for about 10 minutes, the feeling of strong nausea, nausea, and wanting to vomit has gradually eased.

Although I felt a little dizzy in my head, it didn't affect my activities much.

After throwing the second cigarette butt on the ground, the unspeakable emotion in my heart also calmed down.

At this time, with the bloodstains of other netizens and Tartars all over his body, and the wolf blue with complicated emotions on his face, he walked to Hu Biao's side.

During the time when Hu Biao hadn't slowed down, Lang Qing and other veterans all took action spontaneously.

Take the rookies to treat the wounded, clean the battlefield, and count the spoils; the efficiency is not bad, it seems that the busy work should be over now.

This is indeed the case, Lang Qing first snatched the cigarettes and matches from Hu Biao's hand.

After lighting one for himself, he went down in one gulp and smoked out a third of the sand cigarette; then he spoke, with an indescribably depressed tone:

"The casualties have been counted, and we lost three people in total.

In the process of rushing over, the two rookies were hit by arrows and died on the spot. Huya's head was smashed, and there was no need for rescue.

Three people were also seriously injured, Jiutong and Erwan were injured by Baijia Tartars, and Dang Gui was shot blind in his left eye.

Among them, after Fengrui's two knives checked, it was suspected that Jiu Tong had a ruptured spleen and needed an operation to survive; but no one had the skill to perform surgery, and Jiu Tong was probably hopeless.

In addition, Yu Hanfeng lost an ear, Huang Yizhi's head was chopped and other wounded.

However, Yunnan Baiyao was applied to these people's wounds, and they were bandaged again. After taking some anti-inflammatory Chinese patent medicines, there should be no serious problems, and it doesn't even affect their combat effectiveness too much. "

After hearing the words, Hu Biao originally opened his mouth to say something, but after opening his mouth, he really didn't know what to say.

What the hell!Say what.

The number of people on our side is three times that of the opponent, and it has the advantage of making a sudden attack. In the end, it still fought like this and paid so many casualties.

As the famous saying goes, only after the tide goes out can you tell who is not wearing pants.

The result of this night attack battle can be regarded as a comparison of the strengths of the two sides, which clearly and undoubtedly showed that under such a real gap, there is really no way to say anything.

Fortunately, after reporting the loss, Lang Qing talked about the gain this time.

That astonishing harvest immediately cheered up Hu Biao, and felt that although the sacrifice tonight was a bit tragic, it seemed to be worth it.

Or to put it another way, Lang Qing is also speechless.

When reporting post-war statistics, this guy would report his own losses first; if he reported the results of the battle first, he wouldn't be so depressed.

"We killed a total of 9 Tartars, but unfortunately the one you stabbed to death a few days ago was cremated by the Tartars, otherwise it would have been beheaded at level 10.

However, if you hand in 9 real Tartar heads, it will be enough for you to advance to three levels.

Even counting, maybe there are more.

These Tartars all had at least one piece of armor, and some even had two pieces of armor, and that white armored soldier of the Tartars wore three pieces; so we seized four pieces of iron armor, three pieces of chain mail, and ten pieces of cotton armor. .

Among these cotton armors, there are usually iron plates inlaid in them, and the defense power is quite good.
There are a bunch of weapons such as tiger guns, waist knives, pick knives, broadswords, iron maces, axes, and daggers; fourteen bows, including ten horse bows, four infantry bows, and 24 war horses.

In short, the people who are not dead in the team can change their guns

Basically, one piece of armor, one war horse, and a decent long and short weapon can be achieved; although there is no way to have one bow and arrow per person, it is difficult for us to find even twenty archers who can make do with bows. "

After hearing the above content, the only thought in Hu Biao's mind is not that his buddies are getting rich.

But after thinking of something, he cursed in his heart:
No wonder that white armored soldier was so hard to kill. He was wearing three pieces of armor, a chain mail on the inside, a cotton armor in the middle, and an iron armor on the outside. feeling hot?

The heat must be hot, even if the temperature at night is still cool, it is very uncomfortable to wear three pieces of armor, but the Tartars are able to persevere.

Such a kind of caution in enemy-occupied areas, or a habit, is really a bit outrageous.

While Hu Biao was sighing, Lang Qing's report continued:
"That's right! Those Tartars also robbed six women, but only saved four; two of them were tortured to death by those Tartars before we arrived.

They also robbed three sheep, two cows, eight mules and horses, some silk cloth, about a dozen taels of gold and gold ornaments, and more than 200 taels of silver.

There are also some meat and vegetables, a large bag of copper coins, some tents, fodder, rice noodles and so on.

It’s okay to say other things, such as weapons and equipment, we can use most of them, and what we can’t use is some hard currency that can be sold for money.

The problem is that everyone is a little uncertain, what are you going to do with those women?

You didn't notice just now that after the four women were rescued, if we hadn't stopped them, they would have beaten the Tartars' faces to pieces with stones. God knows how much they have suffered. "

Facing Lang Qing's question, Hu Biao instinctively looked up at the sky.

Habitually lit a cigarette again, and began to think...

(End of this chapter)