Chapter 130: Burning horn

Mu Tong’s voice did not fall. The Daqin soldiers wearing brown leather armor behind him had already rushed to the front of the organ dolls, clasping the rifle with a large range of attacks, and squatting to the chest of the guards of the organ.
These soldiers have been trained by two commanders. Under the practice of Mu Tong, they not only acted much faster than before, but also attacked a lot.
And the reason why they use long guns is that another "teacher" is deliberately jealous...
Hey!
The silver gun head stabbed the chest of the organ doll unscrupulously. The Daqin soldiers swayed with both hands and saw the stabbed organ doll. They suddenly fell to the ground and twitched.
No one knows more about the structure of the organ dolls than the organs. Under the guidance of Shen Wenchong, these Daqin people who reloaded to come to revenge have even thoroughly crushed the regular army in the technique and efficiency of opposing the dolls!
In a blink of an eye, the soldiers have solved twenty-seven institutional dolls. When these murder machines with double knives fell to the ground, only one Daqin’s arm was slightly injured...
"This……"
Seeing the situation is not good, the few human soldiers behind, immediately turned and fled. But they just turned around and saw the little officer who had just been laughed at by them, who had appeared ghostly behind him!
"Want to run?" Mu's voice was filled with undisguised anger.
Silver flashes, three soldiers who have been cut off their legs, fell to the ground and screamed wildly, dragging their legs with their arms, struggling to crawl forward, leaving long blood marks behind them.
"You cowards, also have faces that claim to be soldiers?"
Looking at the three people crawling on the ground like a mourning dog, Mu Tong spoke scornfully, strode forward, waved his sword in his hands, and slammed the heads of three soldiers!
One kicked and rolled to the head of his own feet, and Mu Tong led and turned to look at the two teams of soldiers who had just arrived, as well as the wreckage of the organs that fell on the street, loudly:
"Follow me, destroy the encirclement on the east side."
"Follow." The soldiers immediately followed.
Although I have just arrived in this area from the village of Daqin people, I just look at the horror of blood flowing into the river on the other side of the street. The Mu-Lei, who has rich experience in combat, has judged the current situation and found a way to cope.
Since those guys want to surround the main building in the lower city, what they have to do is to find ways to destroy this encirclement.
As long as relying on the intricate buildings of this place as a cover, there is no need to worry that the enemy will use long-range weapons such as bows, and the Mu commanded from the regular army is also very familiar with the army's tactics.
"The speed of theirs is not fast, and now they are marching fast!" Mu Tong led the voice.
The little officer is very clear that in this clean-up operation, the army will kill all the creatures where it went.
Taking advantage of the opportunities for those guys to search for homes, maybe they can break through their encirclement!
......
At the same time, on the other side of the lower city, two soldiers who were crossing the cross-shaped alleys, like the ones expected by Mu Tong, slaughtered several unarmed old men, then raised the flail and shot through the running one. The body of a white cat.
The white cat fell to the wall, and the soft body kept twitching. Seeing this scene, the two soldiers who had red-eyed eyes smirked and went forward, raising the big knife in their hands and smashing.
"Don't want to run..." The soldier standing on the left looked down at the cat's body that was beheaded on the ground and smiled with his teeth: "kill you!"
But they haven’t been happy for a long time, and they heard an unusual hoarseness from the top of their head, like the faint sound from the tomb of the ancient tomb:
"You killed this cat?"
The two soldiers didn't even have time to look up, and a long, dark shadow fell from the sky and landed behind them. The face of the general skinny is twisted like a of death in the world.
"Death."
The artist said that he did not turn back and left, and the two delicate "knives" held in his hands were put into the sleeves. The dark blue robes on his body fluttered slightly, but it was quite a bit of an artist's momentum.
He had just stepped out of two steps and heard the screams of desperate screams from the two soldiers behind him and the snoring of blood.
Four hands cut off from the wrist, sliding down the neat incision, fell on the bluestone slab of the sidewalk, two soldiers looked at the two wrists that were spurting blood, and the strong patience slammed on the ground and wanted to use their mouths. The broken hand that rises and falls on the ground looks like a wild dog fighting for food.
Listening to the screams behind him, the artist's mouth swelled down, raised a shallow smile, and quickly walked through the alleys and returned to the open street ahead.
Just after I stepped onto the street, there were more than a dozen soldiers who were watching around. Even the soldiers who were carrying out the massacre felt a subtle danger when they saw this strange "human form". They did not immediately start as before, but stood on the road ten meters away and lifted up. I sneaked at the artist's chest:
"Raise your hands, hurry!"
Looking at the regular army in front of him, the painter sighed and shook his head in a meaningful way, making a hoarse voice:
"You are going to die."
"Less nonsense, get up quickly!" a soldier standing in front of him shouted.
His words were not even finished, and they were interrupted by the dull roar of the sudden rise of the end of the street.
The ground beneath the feet began to tremble slightly, and the soldiers turned their heads to the west side of the street, and saw two unstoppable tigers that had already killed from the other side of the street!
The downhill tiger-type harvester with the armor plate was arrogant, and thousands of blades swayed in front of the car as the wheel snarled, tearing the air and screaming. The soldiers had not ran two steps, and they came into close contact with the runner in front of the harvester.
More than a dozen people suddenly turned into plasma and minced meat, which was ejected from the spout at the rear of the harvester. The two harvesters stopped in front of the painter, and an old voice floated from the front machine:
"Come up, kill together!"
Upon hearing Shen Wenchong, the thin man who used to be a court painter bowed gracefully, climbed the roof of the harvester, and opened the hatch and jumped in.
"Old man, can't you get dizzy like this?" The artist looked at the old man sitting on the wooden chair: "Would you like to change me?"
"When you go, the rabbit is a scorpion, when you drive the car, you haven't been born yet." Shen Wenchong did not look good at the white painter. Before starting the harvester, he grabbed the wooden microphone and shouted: "Little girl, you are fine." ?"
"No problem." The cold voice of the doll girl passed from the back of the car: "I am fine."
"then continue, crush these scum!"
Shen Wenchong laughed and clenched the wooden joystick, slammed back, and the heavy-duty chariot, which was transformed from the harvester, started again, leaving two impressions behind the body.