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Chapter two hundred and seventy-two: ashes(2/2)

These Jiannu people are carefully selected elites.

To some extent, they are not afraid of death.

But... they died in a confused way like this, and were confused, especially in such an environment, but their courage had disappeared.

At this time, Obai seemed to remember something, his eyes widened, and then he headed towards the tent like crazy.

After rushing into the tent, he knelt down suddenly: "Master, Master, Master... it's not good, it's not good."

He howled... and cried loudly.

But this master is no longer in the tent.

Oboi rushed out again, but saw dozens of Jiannu people nearby, protecting one of them, looking for a horse, trying to protect the master and leave immediately.

Oboi rushed up and said hurriedly: "Master...I am protecting you."

The master got on the horse in panic. The warm hat with the Dongzhu inlaid on his head disappeared. He was still in shock and only looked at Oboi: "Protect... protect me, Oboi, you are very good... hurry up, collect our warriors..."

"yes."

But at this moment...

Nearby...a pack of explosives flew over.

Boom...

Only then did Obai truly realize the power of this explosive pack.

Before she could think, Oboi had already rushed towards the master who was on the horse.

Immediately afterwards... countless iron sands exploded... instantly exploded his back into a sieve.

The cotton armor worn on weekdays seems extremely ridiculous at this time because it has almost no protective ability in front of the explosive pack.

Oboi only felt dozens of iron sand running through his back, as if hurting his internal organs.

He breathed hard, and while he was dying, he opened his eyes hard and looked at his master who had already shivered in his arms.

The master was already pale. If Obai hadn't rushed over in time, he would have fallen like dozens of personal guards around him.

Oboi gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Master, avenge your slave..."

Revenge is the word "revenge"...

His master almost trembled, pulled away his body, tried to get up, and looked at the camp blankly. The horses just now were so scared that they didn't know where they were running. Oboi and dozens of personal guards were lying on the ground.

The pungent smoke made him realize more and more that he was in hell.
Chapter completed!
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