Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 945 Backwards, die!
the same moment.

Soldiers of the second column of the ideal Free Army grouped in a room.

It also suffered rapid downsizing.

Compared with the strong pressure on the first column, the pressure on Rum and others is relatively small!

But this smallness is relative.

People kept rushing into the room, and the corpses at the door of the room piled up quickly.

The slaves at the back simply hugged the body of the remaining warm companions, using their bodies as weapons to resist the weapons of the ideal freedom fighters who were squeezed into the corner of the room.

"Kill kill kill!"

Rum's body was leaning against the wall tightly, unable to retreat, and the iron gun in his hand was also taken away.

What he is holding in his hand is the wooden shield in the hands of the dead warrior beside him, and the water splashed by Rum can't get into it, and he is raging like a tiger, but he knows in his heart that his strength is consumed too much, and he will not hold on soon Living.

"kill!"

The two remaining warriors beside Rum gritted their teeth. One of the warriors raised a knife in his hand and saw it clearly.

Organs of various colors were scattered all over the ground in an instant, making people sick.

The scalp is numb, and the creepy thing is that this slave is still struggling desperately on the ground, making unbearable wailing sounds.

The miserable appearance of this slave made the other people in the room froze in fright, not daring to approach the crazy-looking Rum and the others.

In fact, Rum had long since dared not look to the ground.

He was afraid that he would vomit if he couldn't help it, or even pass out.

If the street outside is hell, then inside the room is undoubtedly purgatory.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe.

"Come on, come on!"

Rum held the shield in his right hand, his body trembling slightly, his blood red eyes glared at the slaves standing in front of them.

Rum took a step forward, only to feel the soles of his feet slip for an instant, he staggered, and almost fell to the ground, he didn't look at what he stepped on, but just glared at the slaves.

Rum didn't know that he looked like a devil from hell, with blood stains all over his body, and half of his intestines stuck to his shoulders.

For the timid, I'm afraid he will faint from fright on the spot just by looking at him!
These people trembled and couldn't help taking a step back.

After looking at each other, one of the slaves suddenly turned around and ran away, and the other two also ran out in a panic when they saw this.

"Block the door!"

Seeing this, Rum spoke decisively. At the same time, he lifted the body of a slave beside him and threw it to the door of the room.

Seeing this, the remaining two soldiers imitated in a decent manner, and threw several corpses in the room to the door of the room.

The door was blocked by corpses all over the place. The people outside couldn't see what was going on inside for a moment. Seeing the corpses piled up at the door, many slaves who were about to rush in turned around and ran to other places.

Puff.

Rum sat down in a pool of blood bubbling on the ground, breathing heavily, trembling slightly, trying his best to control himself, not thinking about the situation outside, not thinking about the situation of the soldiers who were scattered and ambushed in other rooms at this moment. scene.

Only in this way can he maintain his composure and composure.

"Captain Rum."

A soldier's voice was full of unspeakable fear, and he said hoarsely: "I... can we still get out of here alive?"

Rum raised his head and looked at him upon hearing this.

His body was covered with blood, and it was not known whether he was injured or the blood from the enemy splashed on him.

All he could see was a pair of dark eyes filled with fear and despair.

From his eyes, Rum can roughly infer that he is not very old.

It suddenly occurred to Rum that in this room, the two soldiers lying on the ground forever seemed to be as young as this soldier.

"Will do."

While thinking in his mind, Rum tried to force a smile, "I promise, I will definitely take you out of here alive..."

on the street outside.

After Tashi fell into a coma, the first column of the Ideal Freedom Army led by him has been overwhelmed by the crazy slave army!
The fighters in the first column, which has been rapidly reduced from more than 200 people to only a few dozen people, are like boats in the shocking waves, retreating steadily after being hit.

In one breath, the soldiers of the first column retreated more than ten meters away.

Seeing them voluntarily retreating, the army of slaves who were forced to do so also slowed down.

The bloody and fierce battle suddenly stopped at this moment.

"...Let's escape!"

Suddenly, a desperate voice sounded from the crowd in the first column: "We can't win, there are too many of them!"

This voice seemed to have magical powers, instantly filling the hearts of the soldiers in the first column.

Yes.

Run away!

There are too many of them!

Originally, the fierce battle had overdrawn their physical strength, and there was an endless stream of slaves in front of them, as if they could never be killed.

Makes people feel hopeless!

It is already very remarkable to be able to fight against an army of thousands of slaves with a mere two hundred people.

Although only a few minutes had passed, the brutal killing made everyone feel that the time had almost stopped!
Being able to persevere until now, without collapsing or running away, is all due to the belief established by the usual rigorous training and the breath in my heart.

And the sound at the moment instantly shattered the faith of the soldiers in the first column!
"No retreat!"

A voice suddenly sounded from behind, full of unquestionable majesty, "I order you as the captain of the third column, those who retreat die!"

"Captain of the third column?"

Hearing this voice, someone turned his head and looked behind him.

Sissoko was alone, holding a big knife in his hand, standing at the gate of the Woying Tribe, his face was calm, without any emotions, calm to the point of unbelievable, his eyes seemed to be burning With a raging fire: "Those who disobey the military order will die!"

He said loudly, while holding a big knife, he walked towards this side quickly.

"What shit is the captain of the third column? You are just a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death. You still have the face to tell us not to back down?"

"That's right, Sissoko, you've been hiding behind, won't you let us retreat now?"

Among the soldiers in the first column, there were several sounds of disdain and curses.

but.

After the previous rigorous training, the concept of "orders and prohibitions" has been completely left in the minds of the ideal freedom army fighters.

Even though Sissoko was the captain of the third column that everyone ridiculed, when he issued an order as the captain, no one dared to violate it!
Listening to these scolding and ridicules, Sissoko was still calm, but the flames in his eyes became more and more vigorous. He walked quickly from behind, and every time he took a step, he shouted: "Retreater!" die!"

Someone involuntarily moved out of the way, and Sissoko strode forward, holding the long knife in his hand, and continued to shout expressionlessly: "The one who retreats dies!"

His voice was loud, and his body was as straight as a long spear. He slowly walked in front of the soldiers in the first column. Seeing that he was close at hand, and a few meters away, the slaves who were panting slowly put the long knives in their hands. Target them.

At this moment, time seems to have stopped.

After the battle, many of the surviving soldiers of the first column dreamed of Sissoko in their dreams.

Dreaming that he was standing in front of an army of thousands of slaves, without any fear on his face, as if he was not facing thousands of people, but pots and pans.

This is the captain of the third column, Sissoko, who has been ridiculed, abused, humiliated by many people, and has the least sense of existence.

When the faith of the soldiers in the first column was about to collapse, they violated everyone's perception of him and stood up bravely, giving them the courage to continue fighting .

"...for ideals and freedom!"

Sissoko stood among the crowd. In front of him was an army of thousands of slaves. Behind him were soldiers from the first column of the ideal Freedom Army with only a few dozen people left. Sissoko brandished a broadsword , suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the slave army on the opposite side: "Never retreat! In order to rescue our comrades-in-arms, brothers, rush!"

Without hesitation, he rushed into the slave army!

Wielding the long knife in his hand, Sissoko slashed down fiercely, and a slave howled miserably and fell to the ground.

Followed by.

The crowd that came like a tide surrounded Sissoko.

He was happy and fearless, and his face did not change at all. He waved the long knife in his hand, slashing left and right in the crowd...

"Come on!"

"For ideals and freedom!"

"To rescue our comrades in arms!"

The soldiers in the first column saw that Sissoko was quickly overwhelmed by the slave army on the opposite side, and everyone felt a sudden pain in their hearts, and an unspeakable sense of anger welled up in their hearts!

The remaining dozens of people rushed up again.

"Kill them all!"

Yi Heimu and others who were mixed in the slave army waved their whips and shouted desperately: "There are only a few of them left, as long as we kill them all, we will win!"

"You will be rewarded by the lords."

"Bitch, charge me!"

Hundreds of guards scolded and encouraged one after another.

The two sides fell into a fight again.

The long knife in Sissoko's hand was taken away. He hit his head, wanted to punch, kicked, and exhausted all his strength, like a wounded beast, trying to knock down the enemy in front of him!
"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The red-eyed slaves yelled one after another, and an iron gun came out of nowhere, and suddenly pierced through Sissoko's chest.

At this moment, Sissoko felt his body tremble, like a lightning strike, the surrounding sounds disappeared instantly, and the whole world seemed to become quiet. He looked down and saw the blood-stained gun head in his body.

Sissoko wanted to reach out and pull it out, but unfortunately, his body was empty, and all his strength was gone. He staggered a step. At this moment, he suddenly felt very tired.

Couldn't even move a finger.

He just wanted to lie down and sleep.

The world in front of my eyes turned blood red, and then, slowly, it darkened...

(End of this chapter)