Chapter 440 Legend (8) [Two chapters in one]

Author: Uncle Long Legs

Chapter 440 Legend (8) [Two chapters in one]

Blood was everywhere as far as the eye could see. There was blood everywhere on the sides, bow, and planks of the ship, even accompanied by some splashing white brains.

The above is the most intuitive impression in Hu Biao's mind at this moment.

By the way! When Hu Biao and the others stood on the top of the mountain, they finished singing an adapted version of "The Internationale" at the top of their lungs.

Finally, I saw that among the eleven or twelve small boats this time, there were five lucky ones inside, and they finally escaped the dense rain of arrows from the golden soldiers and the repeated bombings from the trebuchets.

With a little more time, we can rest on the shore of Chubing Mountain.

Not daring to delay, he hurriedly ran from the top of the mountain to the shore. In the process, Hu Biao almost tripped over something and fell into a dog's excrement.

After they arrived at the shore, they looked at the boats that were already nearby.

Immediately, I felt extremely worried in my heart.

What the heck! In each ship, which contained at most seventeen or eighteen people, and at least ten people, half of the people inside were already lying dead in it.

Most of them fell down after being hit by arrows, and a few fell down after being hit in the head and other parts.

Among them, those members who were hit by stones and fell down looked particularly miserable.

The main reason was that about a minute or two ago, the golden soldiers on the shore saw that the boulder thrown was not very accurate.

So he changed his approach and started firing a bunch of fist-sized rocks.

These fist-sized stones were not powerful enough to smash the boats on which the reinforcements were riding. This is also the biggest reason why five boats have survived.

But this kind of parabola-like small stone attack has disastrous consequences for those on board who don't even have a piece of armor.

As long as the body is hit, no matter which part it is, there will definitely be no good results.

Especially if someone is hit in the head, it is basically difficult to survive.

In the end, Hu Biao was the first to react. After taking a deep breath, he shouted: "Don't be in a daze, get ready to save people~"

After shouting this sentence, Hu Biao jumped into the water first.

As the river flowed, he rushed to the front boat, pulled the bow of the boat, and pulled the boat to the shore.

Then he picked up a man with blood on his head and a slightly heaving chest on his back, and ran towards the potholes on the reverse slope.

Maybe it was because the slope up the mountain was too steep, so it was a bit bumpy during the activity.

The man he was carrying on his back woke up immediately, and first let out a groan of pain because his wound was being stretched.

Then, the head lying on Hu Biao's shoulder asked leisurely:

"How are you doing, grandpa? My name is Chen Ergou. I was originally a boy who worked for a butcher in Kaifeng City.

Now it looks like he is going to die soon. I don’t know where Grandpa Hu is now? Can you take me with you and let me pay a visit before I die? He is the most respected hero in my life~"

After hearing such a sentence, Hu Biao instinctively wanted to say something.

For example, I am Hu Biao, he is just an ordinary person, there is nothing strange about him.

Also, reassure him that the injury on his body is actually nothing. You can treat him right away. After a good sleep, it will be fine when you wake up.

As a result, before he could say anything, the man calling himself Chen Ergou continued talking behind him:

"I heard from the storytellers in the city that Grandpa Hu is the reincarnation of Tian Kuixing in the sky. He is more than nine feet tall, has a face as black as coal, and has a pair of arms that can weigh a thousand pounds, but he has the legendary courage that no man can match.

I don’t know what such a kind of hero actually looks like, but I think it’s pretty much the same.”

Hu Biao's words immediately came to his lips and were immediately suppressed.

Good guy! How do you ask him to answer this? When converted to one foot in the Song Dynasty, it seems to be more than 0.31 meters long, and nine feet is 2.8 meters.

Who can grow so tall? Even Yao Min in the modern dimension is a bit shorter, okay?

When Hu Biao was speechless, Chen Ergou continued to talk, but his voice became quieter and quieter:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, grandpa. In fact, I saw it on the east wall on the first day you went up the mountain.

I just thought about joining Grandpa Hu, even if he died in battle, it would be a happy life.

It's just that I later became afraid, afraid of dying in the hands of the golden soldiers, so I kept making up my mind to fight the golden dogs with my grandfathers. I finally made up my mind, but it looked like I was going to die soon.

It’s nothing else. Even if I die, I can be reunited with my wife. It’s just a pity that I brought my usual butcher’s knife and couldn’t kill a golden dog to avenge my wife~”

When he said this, Chen Ergou's voice was already a little inaudible.

Hu Biao also ran wildly and finally came to a pothole. Finally, he put the wounded man down and found that he was completely dead.

At the moment of his death, the expression of huge regret for not being able to kill a golden soldier with his own hands and avenge his wife was still solidified and fixed on his face.

After seeing such a scene, a huge sense of injustice arose in Hu Biao's heart.

Feeling so desperate, I suddenly heard another "bang~" sound, a very familiar sound of a gun; it must have been Lao Hei who stayed on the top of the mountain to watch, and opened fire after seeing what happened.

Sure enough, the same thing happened. The next second he heard Lao Hei's words in his ears:

"Old Hu, those grandsons are coming up again soon, and there is quite a lot of movement."

"Damn it! Are these grandsons really good at picking the time and rushing to be reincarnated?" After hearing this, Hu Biao cursed fiercely in his mouth.

It's just that he also knows that such scolding is useless, and it is more effective to talk to the golden man with swords and guns.

He raised his voice and gave the latest order: "Lang Qing, noble concubine, lead the rescue team to treat these brothers from the city. The others will follow me.

Those reinforcements didn't even have a single piece of armor on them, and I stopped all those who wanted to join the battle."

The so-called rescue team is actually a group of kabuki dancers who are not suitable for fighting because their feet are bound. There are about twenty people in total.

Being organized by Hu Biao and others, I was able to contribute my own strength to some extent.

After shouting such a sentence, Hu Biao lowered his head and glanced at Chen Ergou's body on the ground.

Finally, he pulled out a polished butcher's knife wrapped in numbness from the opponent's waist, and pinned it to the back of his own waist.

With his hands clasped in fists, he solemnly faced Chen Ergou's body and made a promise:

"Brother Ergou, don't worry. Hu Biao, who is nine feet tall, can't do it, but with this butcher's knife, I can help you kill at least ten golden men.

If one of them is missing, thousands of arrows will pierce my heart, and I will not be able to reincarnate after death."

Then, he reached out and closed the opponent's wide eyes, turned around and rushed out of the pit, hurriedly arriving at the edge of the battlefield.

Immediately, under the moonlight, he saw at least hundreds of golden soldiers rushing up the steep mountain in darkness.

Some of the fastest people were almost halfway up the mountain.

So what are you waiting for? He didn't care that after fighting hard all day, his muscles were already a little sore.

After Hu Biao lifted a stone weighing hundreds of kilograms from his hand, he pushed it downwards and let it roll all the way down. The stone rolled faster and faster, and soon a scream came to him clearly.

In the ears.

After throwing twenty or thirty stones in a row, the leading golden soldiers rushed in front of them.

Hu Biao stopped pushing the stone, suddenly pulled out the butcher's knife from his waist, and used his shoulder to block the opponent's blow.

Taking advantage of the opponent's open door, he struck the golden soldier's face hard with the butcher's knife in his hand, and at the same time he shouted:

"This one is for Chen Ergou's wife."

Then, he narrowly passed behind a one-handed ax that hit his head.

The butcher's knife dripping with blood in his hand stabbed out again, from the gap in the golden soldier's armor, and penetrated into the lower ribs; he also did not forget to shout:

"This one is for Chen Ergou~"

In the time that followed, everyone in the Xuange Camp team discovered their deadly commander; Liu An and other natives also discovered Deputy Commander Hu. Their mood seemed to be particularly agitated tonight.

During the fierce battle, the roar in his mouth basically never stopped: "This knife is for those reinforcements who died in vain tonight~

"This knife is for..."

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More than thirty minutes later, Hu Biao was lying in the pothole like a big character, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.

She looked completely exhausted and had exhausted all her strength to feed herself.

By the way! Those golden soldiers at the foot of the mountain don't know if they were stimulated by the support soldiers who came out of the water gate of Kaifeng City tonight.

Such an attack, which should have started at around 12 o'clock in the evening, actually lasted for nearly half an hour.

Compared with the attacks during the day, which often lasted only about twenty minutes, it took a long time.

The fierce battle lasted until all the soldiers who were at the front were killed, and then the Jin soldiers blew the clarion call to retreat.

If he were in his best condition, Hu Biao could barely hold on after wearing heavy armor and fighting for such a long time.

The problem is, Hu Biao has been fighting hard for four or five days, and he has no major injuries, but the number of minor injuries is staggering, and he is no longer in his best condition.

During the battle, because of the depression I was holding in my heart, I didn't feel tired at that time.

As a result, after a group of golden soldiers retreated in confusion amidst the sound of horns, Hu Biao quickly shouted: "War dogs, stay here as an observation post, be careful not to be killed."
To be continued...