Chapter 274 The Lucky Wang Xiaoniu

"Are the firewood ready?"

Zhang Zhun turned around and asked Yang Zixuan.

“Everything is ready.”

Yang Zixuan answered yes.

Zhang Zhun nodded and looked up at the sky.

These days, there are no watches and there are no hourglass on Tianheng Island. You can only determine the time by looking at the sky. The sun is right in the middle of the sky. The sun is bright, the sea breeze is gentle, and the visibility is good. It is a good weather for fighting.

"start!"

Zhang Zhun waved his hand decisively.

The warriors of the Second Association immediately rushed towards the Old Fairy Cave like little tigers.

Snipers and other warriors were all behind to cover.

As expected, Wang Xiaoniu rushed to the front of the team as he wished. In three steps, he climbed the slope outside the Laoxian Cave. The terrain was very complicated, with uneven stones on the surface. If you step on it, the soles of the feet would hurt to death. Of course, at this time, Wang Xiaoniu was not concerned about the soles of the feet at all. What he was concerned about was just how to cross this very difficult slope as soon as possible.

"Swoosh!"

Dozens of arrowheads shot out into the sky.

After flying to the highest point, these arrowheads slowly turned and fell obliquely. The arrowheads fell downwards and fell into the storm of the escort. The soldiers of the escort fell down. The arrowheads fell in the air stabbed their bodies, forcing them to fall down. However, more guard soldiers bypassed their fallen companions and climbed up quickly.

Someone fell down beside Wang Xiaoniu. He was a very familiar comrade-in-arms, a veteran from Fushan City. The arrowhead of the Tartars was inserted from his shoulders, his body lost balance and fell on the slope, and the Hu Ben Gun also lost his hand. However, Wang Xiaoniu had no time and could not help his comrade-in-arms. He had to continue to move upwards and seize the stones as quickly as possible. Only in this way can the Tartars archers be stopped from shooting more arrowheads.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, a Tartar archer poked his head out from behind the stone, bent his bow and arrow, and aimed at the guard warrior on the slope. His movements were quite agile, and the arrow instantly came out and shot down whistling.

"puff!"

A dull sound came.

A warrior was accurately shot into the chest by an arrowhead. With a muffled groan, he fell down on the spot. The blood immediately dyed the rugged limestone red. The Hu Ben gun, which had lost its master, also fell to the ground and slid down the slope until it was picked up by another soldier.

The arrow almost brushed against Wang Xiaoniu's side. Wang Xiaoniu heard the sound coming from behind. It was the sound of the arrow shooting into the human body. It was obvious that some comrades were shot. But, similarly, Wang Xiaoniu could not turn back or shoot. Even Wang Xiaoniu didn't even have time to worry about it.

Because there is only one bullet in his Hu Ben Gun. In such an impact, it is impossible to stop and reload the bullet. If it stops, the Tatars' arrowhead may be the next target. Therefore, he wants to leave the bullet at the most critical moment. Seizing the stones on it is Wang Xiaoniu's only task.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire sounded.

The archer was shot by the dense Minnie and a series of blood burst out on the spot and fell behind the rock. The bow and arrow he used also jumped all the way from above and finally broke into two pieces, and was completely stepped into the grass by the guard soldiers coming up from behind.

Suddenly, another Tartar archer appeared behind the rock, bent his bow and took an arrow. This time, he aimed at Wang Xiaoniu who was rushing in the front. However, Wang Xiaoniu did not see it. The Tartar appeared on the side of Wang Xiaoniu, and Wang Xiaoniu's sight was only on the front.

"Swoosh!"

Arrows whizzed out.

"puff!"

Another guard soldier was shot and fell down softly.

Fortunately, this fallen warrior was not Wang Xiaoniu. It turned out that just as the Tartars' arrowhead took action, Wang Xiaoniu was tripped. There were too many uneven areas on the slope. Wang Xiaoniu only cared about the enemy in front, but forgot the bottom of his feet. As a result, there was a protruding stone that hooked Wang Xiaoniu's right foot, and Wang Xiaoniu lay on the slope with a thud. At this time, the Tartars' arrowhead just rubbed his scalp.

"Bang!"

Almost at the same time, this Tartar archer was also hit by a sniper.

His head, one end lying behind the stone, would never move again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Some guards, afraid that he would still be alive, continued to shoot at the Tartar's head. As a result, the Tartar's head was smashed to pieces and disappeared again. Only the turbid liquid intertwined with red and white was constantly dripping from the stone, slowly penetrated under the dried limestone dust.

Of course, Wang Xiaoniu, who fell down, had no idea that he had already made a circle outside the gate of hell. When he fell to the ground, all he thought about was how to get up as soon as possible. It was strange that the more anxious he was to get up, the more he could not use his strength. His face turned red and he was still lying on the ground. Fortunately, suddenly, someone raised him and helped him stand up.

Wang Xiaoniu took advantage of the power of his comrades and got up smoothly. He was about to say thank you, but suddenly he found something was wrong. It turned out that the comrade who lifted him up was shot in his chest by the Tartars arrowhead, and his body couldn't help but fall backward. The thick and long arrowhead completely shot through the body of the comrades' body. The thick arrowhead with blood was revealed from the back of his comrades, which was very ferocious.

"Calf........."

At the last moment of his life, this comrade-in-arms showed his last smile to Wang Xiaoniu.

At the same time, he let go of Wang Xiaoniu's hand. Otherwise, he would have fallen down with Wang Xiaoniu.

"Um!"

Wang Xiaoniu nodded heavily, grabbed the Hu Ben gun, and continued to climb up.

"puff!"

The sound of comrades falling to the ground came from behind.

However, Wang Xiaoniu did not look back. He didn't want to see his comrades falling to the ground. He was unwilling to admit that his comrades had already died. Now he was determined to rush to the top and stab all the Tartar archers hiding behind the stone to death with bayonets. Although Wang Xiaoniu only had one bullet and could only shoot one Tartar to death, he still had a bayonet!

"puff!"

Another comrade in the army fell beside Wang Xiaoniu.

Wang Xiaoniu continued to climb upwards.

"puff!"

There was another sound of someone falling down behind him.

Wang Xiaoniu continued to climb upwards.

"Swoosh!"

An arrow hit Wang Xiaoniu's ear.

Wang Xiaoniu seemed to have not felt it and continued to climb up.

As long as you are still alive, you must climb up as fast as possible!

...

Zhang Zhun held up a thousand-mile mirror and observed the battlefield coldly.

The battle situation was similar to what he expected, and the resistance of the Tartars was indeed very strong. The Tartars' archery skills were indeed superb. In addition to shooting, as long as the Tartars' archers showed up and as long as the Tartars' arrows could take action, the subsequent fall of a guard soldier. In a very short time, at least fifteen guard soldiers had fallen on the slope. Judging from the part where the Tartars' arrows hit, there was basically no possibility of survival.

Of course, after these Tartars who dared to poke their heads and shoot arrows quickly, they were shot and there was no chance of survival. The current casualties are basically one life for one life: the Tartars shot to death a guard soldier, and then they were also killed. However, after continuous consumption of the Tartars, there are very few people, and even if they are all white-armored soldiers, it will stop them from turning their destiny.

Sure enough, the guard soldiers successfully rushed to the top of the stone. The Tartars, who had no way to retreat, had to jump out from behind the rock and fight with the soldiers of the guards. The first one to rush up was Wang Xiaoniu, who was busy climbing the hill. He had just stood on the top of the stone, and the Tartars behind the stone held a scimitar and rushed towards him.

"Bang!"

Wang Xiaoniu shot without hesitation.

"puff!"

The bullet hit the Tartar's chest accurately.

Such a close-range shot made the Tartar's chest explode, all full of blood. In fact, the moment the bullet hit, the Tartar's life had ended. However, due to the inertia of his body, he still turned towards Wang Xiaoniu.

"laugh!"

After all, Wang Xiaoniu was the first time to fight, and he didn't have much experience. He thought that this Tartar had not been beaten to death. Without thinking too much, Wang Xiaoniu went up and inserted it into the Tartar's chest with a bayonet. At the same time, he followed up and kicked the other party over. At this moment, the hatred of his father being killed by the Tartars surged into Wang Xiaoniu's mind, and he felt that he was full of strength.

"Bang!"

The Tartar's body was kicked back by Wang Xiaoniu and fell heavily on the rock behind. The scimitar in his hand also fell beside him.

"call!"

Wang Xiaoniu gasped and felt exhausted.

Killing a Tartar is enough.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoniu felt the threat from behind. He quickly turned around. A Tartar was waving a scimitar and rushed towards him. Wang Xiaoniu raised the tiger gun and stabbed directly at the other party.

"bite!"

The bayonet of the Hu Ben Gun collided with the opponent's scimitar.

Obviously, the bayonet was not the opponent of the scimitar and was quickly knocked to the point.

Wang Xiaoniu held the Hu Ben gun tightly, took two steps back, and continued to stab the opponent.

The Tartar had a ferocious face, waved a scimitar, and chopped at Wang Xiaoniu regardless of everything.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot came.

The Tartar opposite Wang Xiaoniu fell softly. The scimitar he raised high could not help but fall down. Wang Xiaoniu glanced at him, but a warrior next to him shot. Wang Xiaoniu was slightly stunned and hurriedly took back the Hu Ben gun and reloaded the bullets.

After Wang Xiaoniu loaded the bullets, he threw it into the battle. As more and more guard soldiers rushed up, the Tartars hiding behind the rocks were no longer the opponent of the guards. Wang Xiaoniu was holding the Hu Ben gun with the bullets, but he could not find the target to shoot.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Wang Xiaoniu discovered that not far from his right, a Tartar was waving a scimitar and forcing a guard soldier into the corner, and was surrounded by danger. The bayonet of the Tiger Ben Gun was not as good as the Tartar's scimitar after all. Wang Xiaoniu raised his gun and aimed it decisively. With a gunshot, the Tartar's body shook all over, and then his legs became weak and he knelt on the ground.

The warriors opposite the Tartars breathed a sigh of relief and followed a bayonet to pierce the Tartars to the ground. He did not thank Wang Xiaoniu. Because he did not see Wang Xiaoniu shooting at all. He was out of danger and reloaded the bullets as soon as he had bullets in the Tiger Ben Gun. As long as there were bullets in the Tiger Ben Gun, he would not be afraid of the Tartars approaching, and he could help other comrades at any time.
To be continued...