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Chapter 178 Goodbye, Old General!

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    "Go to hell!"

    Aobai roared and jumped up, the forty-two-jin thick-backed machete in his left hand slashed down obliquely, the soldier in front of him was also extremely desperate, and instead of dodging or evading, he roared the same way, and swung the huge sword horizontally  Cutting off Oboi's jumping legs, who would have thought that Oboi's left foot would suddenly lift up and step down in mid-air, not only dodging the huge sword that was swept by the jiu soldiers, but also stepped on the blade of the sword, turning the huge sword  Stepping on the side, Oboi took advantage of the momentum and jumped into the air again, completely dodged the huge sword of the Hunui soldier with a front somersault, and during the toss, the thick-backed machete changed from top to bottom to bottom to top.  The back of the jiu soldier was split alive, and the blood sprayed was immediately splashed all over Oboi's body and face.

    Plop, the excessive energy consumption made it impossible for Oboi to complete this front somersault smoothly. After splitting the back of the Jiujiu soldier, the last bit of strength in Oboi's body seemed to be completely drained, and he just turned his back down like this  He fell on his back to the ground, on the wet and slippery soil of Guizhou that had been soaked in blood. His burly bear-like body crushed at least three or four corpses of soldiers who did not know which army they came from, and he couldn't get up for a long time.

    "Kill!" Another soldier of the Wu Army rushed up, raised his knife with both hands and chopped down at Oboi's waist, and Oboi was so tired that he couldn't even raise his hands, and even if he sensed it, he didn't even have the strength to dodge.  Can watch the enemy's saber cut towards his waist.  Seeing that the Wu army soldier's saber was about to cut Oboi in half, a big hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed the Wu army soldier's saber angrily.

    "Go to hell!" Taking advantage of this little opportunity to catch his breath, Oboi took a deep breath of bloody air, mustered up the last bit of strength, and swung his thick-backed machete to hit the Wu army soldier's waist.  Obai's remaining strength was no longer enough to cut off the Wu soldier's waist, but it was also enough to kill the Wu soldier on the spot.

    Bang, the Wu army soldier fell with Oboi's machete between his wounds, and Oboi's palm leaf fan fell to the ground weakly. Hadaha, who had grabbed the fatal knife for Oboi with five disabled fingers, also fell on Oboi.  Fortunately, the soldiers of the Wu army around at this moment were either killed or had already been killed, and Oboi and Hadaha were lucky enough to escape. Otherwise, at this moment, even the most ordinary Wu army soldier would be able to kill him in one fell swoop.  The two members of Obai and Hadaha cleared the heads of the fierce generals.

    After a long time, Hadaha finally got up, knelt down in a pool of blood to help Oboi, but it was only at this moment that Hadaha realized that his right ring finger and little finger had disappeared together, and his left hand had already been fractured.  I can't help Oboi at all.  But fortunately, Oboi regained some strength, struggled to sit up, and asked hoarsely, "How is it? Can you hold on?"

    "Back to the grand master, the general is fine, and he will definitely be able to hold on." Hadaha replied hoarsely, and then asked with concern: "Teacher, are you okay? The general saw just now, it seems that you have been shot again in the leg  One knife, does it matter?"

    Isn't it as simple as being cut again by a knife on Oboi's body?  All over the body, from head to toe, there is almost no place that is not injured. Even the chest and abdomen are still stuck with three arrows that have been cut off!  As for how many Wu Jun's musket bullets and firearm shrapnel were still buried in other parts of the body, this is really a question that Oboi himself does not know.  But Aobai still gave the same answer, with a pale and ugly face that had lost too much blood, he forced a smile, "It's a trivial matter, this little injury won't kill me."

    More than a dozen wounded soldiers of Oboi climbed up from the pile of corpses, staggered over, helped Oboi and Hadaha to stand up together, one of the soldiers coughed and reported: "Grand Master, brother  Ladies and gentlemen, there is only so much left, generals Yisang'a, Tangha, Zhang Haibo, and Nalanbao have all died for their country."

    Coughing while playing the report, what the Oboi soldier coughed up was dark red blood, which stained his chest and skirt red.  Aobai looked at him with concern, patted him on the shoulder as a commendation and award, and then raised his head to observe the battlefield. He saw that the blocking position of the self-army had basically been compressed to the foot of Bajiang Mountain by the main force of the Wu army. In the darkness, Ba  Although there were shouts of killing everywhere around the Jiang Basin, judging from the loudness and distance of the voices, it would be impossible for the Qing army to regroup after being dispersed by the main force of the Wu army.

    When I looked back to the top of Bajiang Mountain, the binoculars had been thrown there and Oboi was stabbed in the corner of his eye. Although he couldn't see the battle at the top of Bajiang City, the continuous shouts and battles on the top of the mountain told Oboi something.  The cruel fact is that Bajiang City, the retreat route for the main force of the Qing army, still has not been opened.  Finally looking at the already whitening sky in the east, Oboi felt a sense of admiration in his despair, and couldn't help muttering: "Boy Lu Yifeng, you are really a man. He has supported all night and yet he has not been beaten yet."  ?He asked, and said lightly: "I just hope that the prince will keep his promise, not to kill the soldiers of the Eight Banners who surrendered, and let them go home, let them go home and reunite with their families."

    The old traitor Wu fell silent again. After a long time, the old traitor Wu said slowly: "This is Wang Jun's decree. All soldiers who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty shall not be abused or injured at will. Those who disobey the order shall be beheaded."

    The officers and soldiers of the surrounding Wu army agreed in unison, Oboi's ugly and rough old man finally showed a gratified smile, and said softly: "Thank you, my lord, my right hand is broken, and my left hand is inconvenient. Please ask your lord to help me."

    "When did this king kill a prisoner with his own hands?" Old Han Wu asked back treacherously.

    "Then please ask the prince's subordinates to do it." Obai smiled, then glanced at Lu Fatty next to the old traitor Wu, and said with a smile: "Boy Lu, how about you help me? Guizhou decisive battle, you come to your prince."  It is said to be a great contribution, even though this old man is your enemy, he also admires you very much, if he can die at your hands, this old man can also rest in peace."

    Fatty Lu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. The old traitor Wu handed the treasured knife in his hand to Fatty Lu, and said, "Wait until the old man is far away before doing it, and the head will be buried in public."  The guards walked away.

    It wasn't until Old Wu's treacherous team had gone far away that Fatty Lu came to Oboi's side, raised his knife with both hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Old General, are you ready? This junior is about to strike."

    "Wait a minute." Oboi stopped Fatty Lu suddenly, turned his head slightly, glanced sideways at Fatty Lu and said, "Boy Lu, I can see that with your resourcefulness and strategy, your future future will definitely not be inferior to this old man. Before this old man dies,  Can I ask you one thing?"

    "Old general, please tell me, this junior will do his best." Fatty Lu replied in a deep voice.

    "In the future, if you are the first to break through Beijing." Obai said slowly, "Can you promise me that there will be less killing and let us all survive?"

    Fatty Lu hesitated, and after a long time, Fatty Lu said in a hoarse voice: "Old General, I'm sorry, you Manchurians have committed too many crimes, for the sake of our Han people who were innocently slaughtered, and for the descendants of the Chinese nation, your request,  Juniors cannot agree."

    "Really?" Obai's expression was gloomy for a while, and he said with a wry smile, "So, I can only pray for a miracle, and you won't be the first to break through the city of Beijing. I can only pray that the emperor will stop acting foolishly and forcing you  The Han Chinese wiped out all of us Manchus."

    After finishing the wry smile, Oboi straightened his body cross-legged, raised his head, and said loudly: "Boy Lu, let's do it! Be quick!"

    "Goodbye, old general!" Fatty Lu roared, holding the knife in both hands and slashing hard, hitting Oboi hard on the back of the neck.

    While the blood gushed out, Oboi's head flew up, and on his ugly face, there was even a smile, a relieved smile.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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