The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

Chapter 234: Battle of Lidarburg 14

Originally, Pidro was sitting against the inner wall of the trench, and the pistol in his hand was pointed diagonally at the sky. Now, the figure walked to the top of his head, just inside the muzzle.

Pidro pulled the trigger, a ball of flame spurted from the muzzle, and the figure screamed directly into the trench.

Through the moonlight, Pidro found that the sneak attacker who died in his own hands had the face of an Oriental.

"How could it be a Tatar?" Pidro was a little surprised. But now is not the time to let him be distracted at will. With a shot of Pietro's shot, the soldiers of the mercenary regiment lying in the trench also opened fire at the same time. After several more sneakers became dead bodies, the two sides began a hand-to-hand battle.

"God Juan Keba!"

"God bless!"

The two sides yelled their beliefs, their swords staggered together. From time to time, there were one or two sounds of iron hacking into flesh and blood and cries of pain came from all directions.

Pidro's hand half-sword pushed away a Tatar who had jumped into the trench. This Tatar has a pair of black jackal eyes. He is wearing a leather armor with copper nails, carrying a compound bow, holding a simple machete in his hand, and diverging a pair of sturdy looped legs, staring at him. Looking at Pidro. The Tatars didn't take the lead, and turned a deaf ear to the sound of killing all around, but pig **** was half-sword in Pidropin's raised hand.

Obviously, this is an extremely experienced opponent. He knows that Pidro's sword is longer than his own scimitar, and it is inconvenient to wield in a narrow trench. As long as he is given the opportunity to block the sword and take the opportunity to deceive himself, Pidro will undoubtedly die. NS. So he has to wait for Pidro to take the first shot.

Tatars can see and understand, as an experienced veteran, how could Piedro not understand or understand. He regrets now that he didn't bring the page hammer on him, otherwise he wouldn't be so passive. Pidro now had no choice but to cope with the changes.

The two are reluctant to take action. If they are going solo, maybe someone will not attack first until dawn. But now it's a melee, surrounded by enemies, and the actions of others won't be shifted because of your will.

Pidro was slammed in the back, and then a pair of powerful hands encircled him. It turned out that a Tatar who was fighting with a mercenary group was kicked by a mercenary. He stood unsteadily and retreated several steps and hit Pidro's body. The Tatar saw that Pidro was facing away from him and was confronting one of his companions. He immediately reacted and hugged Pidro with his hands.

"Abu Nahel, hurry up!" The Tatar greeted his fellow clan facing Pedro.

The Tatar named Abu Nahel obviously also knew that now was the best opportunity. He leaped forward with a machete high, his eyes glowing with bloodthirsty light.

"Damn it." Pidro whispered secretly. He didn't even think about it, kicked the two scripts, leaning back, and then the reaction force brought the Tatar behind him to the ground.

In the process of falling to the ground, Pidro adjusted the position of his half-sword with both hands, keeping the tip of the sword facing the Tatar's chest. Then his foot slammed into the opponent's calf again.

Abu Nahel didn't expect Pidro to make this move. He couldn't help but slammed his strong chest against the tip of the sword. The sharp point of the sword pierced Abu Nahaier's chest and pierced out of his back.

Abu Nahaier's vitality is unexpectedly strong. Although he was hit hard, he didn't die for a while. Instead, he straightened his arm and aimed the scimitar's sword at Pidro's neck.

He wanted to die with Pidro. But Pidro was still trapped by the Tatars behind his arms, his body couldn't even move half a minute, he could only watch the tip of the knife approach his chest little by little.

Abu Nahaier gave a cruel smile. His body moved forward for a further point, and the wound pierced by the sword with his hand was full of blood. Finally, the scimitar reached Pidro's chest.

"It's over!" Pidro closed his eyes. At this moment, he thought of Cheerchen's going to be alone in a foreign country from now on, thought of his life's savings, and seemed to think of Mrs. Corff.

What kind of messy things are there! Piedro shook his head. He felt that even though something was against his chest, he never broke through the chain mail and pierced the flesh.

Piedro opened his eyes and saw that the Tatar named Abu Nahel had died with his head hanging down. The **** of death finally came one step faster than the goddess of vengeance.

Pidro let go of his hand and half of his sword and laid down Abu Nahel's corpse. He used both hands to prop up the Tatar to hoop his hands, and then turned over and sat on the Tatar's body and pinched his body. neck.

After a while, the Tatar rolled his eyes.

Pidro stood up from the Tatar. At this time, the mercenaries who worked in the tunnel under the leadership of Tepesh also rushed over to join the battle group.

"Deputy commander, here we are!" Tepesh exclaimed. He held up and wielded a saber in one hand, and held a pistol in the other, looking indescribably funny.

The tatars who had attacked saw the new army hurriedly whistled and signaled to retreat. However, their lap legs were okay on horseback, and they couldn't run anymore. Those who were behind were chased up by mercenaries and chopped into meat sauce.

When Cheerchen arrived with Fatima, the battle was over. Seventeen Tatar bodies were laid side by side on the ground, alongside explosives taken from them.

"Are we losing a lot?"

Cheerchen squatted down and carefully observed the Tatars.

"Fortunately, we found it early. We died seven and injured twelve. These Tatars are simply natural marksman, and their bow and arrow accuracy is amazing in the dark~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Piedro said.

"How come there are Tatars?" Cheerchen was puzzled like Piedro.

"Maybe it was hired by Jan Sobieski. I know that some Tatars who have turned the Khan often serve as mercenaries for the Russians." Fedot thought of a reasonable explanation.

Cheerchen and Pidro nodded, which was the only reasonable explanation.

"I don't know what happened to the other directions?" Pidro walked to Cheerchen who stood up, and said worriedly.

The battle between Cheerchen and Pidro was over, but there were still fires flashing in the other three directions, and no explosions could be heard.

At this time, Gamoyes Potocki arrived. He is the commander of the Northern Prince's Army appointed by Ojinsky, and Cheerchen's immediate boss. Gamoyes is relieved from a famous family, but he is not a vegetarian. Cheerchen is quite happy to work under him.

"Tunnel, is the tunnel still there?" Gamoyes asked about the tunnel as soon as he arrived.

After hearing the news that he was safe and sound, the senior official Xianjue let out a sigh of relief.

"It's great! I just came from General Okinski, and the commander's place was also attacked. The attackers blew up the tunnel and killed dozens of engineers." Gamoyes wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. , Told Cheer Chen and the others about the situation in several other directions.

After listening, Cheerchen and Pidro looked at each other. This action was really a planned sneak attack by Jan Sobieski. Four tunnels were blown up and two were destroyed. Only his tunnel survived due to tight defense.

"In short, I will truthfully report your achievements in a few days and nights to General Ojinsky. Then you must guard against it and don't give the rebels a chance."

After saying the words of encouragement, Gamoyes left.

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