Chapter 170: Slaughter (3)

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A thick claw protruded, and the odor immediately became bloody. The Xiongnu who climbed on the mountain bag made a terrible cry and rolled off the mountain bag.
It is estimated that when he arrives in hell, he will not forget the terrible tiger head he saw just now.
With the iron sword, the Huns will urge the war horses to kill left and right in the group of dudes. Wherever they go, the limbs are broken and the arms are flying around. The dudes who were still a little war-minded suddenly cried and drew their mothers under the carriage Drill.
The guards with rich combat experience went forward and rushed towards the Huns, and the Zhou family would roar with exhaustion: "Kill him! We have reinforcements!"
The Huns laughed violently. The iron sword in his hand was just right for him. This thing killed people like chopping melons and vegetables. The bronze sword of the Huns could not be compared with it.
Seeing his subordinates also crossed the carriage obstacle, his iron sword wielded more powerfully.
The old guard watched that the iron sword of the Huns was about to be cut on the forehead, and his eyes closed with his long sword.
The iron sword of the Huns fell on his sword, but he didn't have much strength. He opened his eyes in surprise, but found that the Huns were vigorously urging the war horse. When he looked down, he found Zhang Lian lying on the ground, his hands dead. Holding a war horse hoof of the Huns, he cried while vomiting blood: "Kill him!"
Zhou Hong's eyes seemed to be a little red. His right hand had been abolished, and he ignored it, his arms were open, ignoring the long sword he had slammed into the body of the Huns.
The Xiong Numeng finally couldn't sit upright on the horse, and howled from the horse. Zhou's guard screamed. He saw clearly that the Xiongnu's long sword pierced the little master's body.
At this time he no longer cares about commanding the battlefield, jumps out from behind the carriage, and stabs with the sword.
Grabbing his blade with one hand, the Huns fiercely grinned at the knee of Zhou Hong who was lying on his body with one knee, holding the long sword of the guard with one hand, even if he donated blood for a long time, he didn't care.
A wandering howl came out from under the carriage. His weapon had long been lost, but he jumped on the back of the Huns and opened his mouth to bite on the guy's neck. No matter how the Huns struggled, he couldn't get rid of this Like a tarsus maggot guy.
Then he jumped out of a dude, until the Xiongnu was drowned by the sea.
Yun Lang shot fifteen iron feather arrows, and only the last one was left on the iron arm crossbow. His head was dizzy, and in the shortest time, he took five bows for the iron arm crossbow. Far beyond the limit he can bear.
Tolerantly pulled the crossbow, he shot the last iron feather arrow into the chest of a Huns who was going to rescue their general.
Then he dropped the iron crossbow, raised his spear and shouted, and rushed down from the mountain bag. At this moment, he seemed to forget the consequence of going to death.
Everyone was fighting deadly, and the horseman clumsily raised his sword around the Huns cavalry regiment. Although there were always companions killed by the Huns, they always found a chance to kill the cavalry who stopped.
Yun Lang's spear stabbed obliquely from the waist of a Xiongnu cavalry, and the sharp spear went deep into the guy's chest. Yun Lang didn't dare to let go, pushing the spear forward, until he took the Xiongnu away. The battle was pushed down immediately.
The huge human ball suddenly dispersed, and the Huns suddenly stood up from the pile of people, one eyeball was hanging out of the eye socket, and the two ears had long disappeared. He pulled it from a corpse A long sword was about to pierce, and one hand embraced his arm that raised the sword. Soon, many hands were wrapped around his body, making his majestic body have to fall again.
A gust of wind blew behind Yun Lang's head, and when he looked back, he found that the tiger's entire body was thrown on a Xiongnu cavalry holding a bronze knife. After a bitter creak, the one holding the bronze knife The hand fell off.
Yun Lang stabbed the spear out with his backhand. This action was repeated two thousand times a day, so he was very skilled.
The bronze sword of the Huns hit the spear, and the spear was opened. Yun Lang loosened the spear. A short throwing gun appeared in his hand. His arm was slightly bent, and the throwing gun was used to the Huns. On the neck, the horse sneered and fell to the ground, and three or four horsemen with various weapons pressed against the Huns.
Yun Lang's left shoulder was so numb that he had been hit by a knife just now, because the armor was protecting it, and the bronze knife was bounced, but the powerful force of the Huns still applied to him.
The tiger roared, and a feather arrow was inserted in its shoulder blade, which caused the tiger to be more angry. He abandoned the Huns who were already torn by his head, and a flip turned to the one who held a bow and arrow and put a cold arrow on the periphery. Huns.
Yun Lang staggered two steps to help the tiger, but Venus was in front of him. He bit his tongue and unloaded the short crossbow from behind. As soon as the Huns appeared in front of him, he decisively detonated the crossbow and watched the Huns sitting on the horse. With fewer and fewer people, Yun Lang felt for the first time that the balance of victory was leaning towards them.
After the crossbow arrows were finished shooting, Yun Lang wanted to wind the crossbow arrows, but found that his left arm couldn't use any force.
A warhorse hit Yunlang's chest and knocked him backwards. The Huns immediately fell off the horse, and a spear pierced the throat of the Huns.
Yun Lang blinked hard, trying to see the familiar face in front of him, but he couldn't remember who he was.
The sky was spinning and the ground was leaning. He tried to reach out, but he didn't catch the person in front of him and fell to the ground softly.
The ears were full of screaming horses, and all the sounds were mixed together. Someone shouted at him, but he couldn't tell whose voice it was, or what he said.
The tiger's big face appeared on the top of his head, and his protruding hand grabbed the soft meat next to the tiger's mouth, and his beard was a bit sticky, but it was very real.
Someone broke his tight mouth and poured a lot of wine into it. The cloud was very thirsty, swallowing the wine syrup, and the sour wine syrup became very sweet, like the jade liquid syrup moisturizing his anxious viscera. lung.
"Good thing, one person killed thirteen Huns, it is indeed my army commander of the Royal Forest Army."
The sense of the five senses finally came back, and Yun Lang finally saw the person in front of him.
Gongsun Ao chattered endlessly, looking at Yun Lang's eyes with golden light.
"Sixteen!"
If Yun Lang didn't make merits, if he did, he absolutely wouldn't allow others to greet his merits, especially the merits of killing the Huns.
Gongsun Ao said with a smile: "Take another three heads and Yeah will immediately give you three levels of credit."
Yun Lang patted the tiger's head. A tiger with a knife wound on the head immediately burrowed into the grass, and dragged back the bodies of two Huns in a moment.
"There is still a level at home."
Gongsun Aobao said with a smile: "This will send people to fetch, ha ha ha, my Yulin Army beheaded the 677th level this time, who would dare to say that my Yulin Army is all dolls?"
"Xiao Lang-you can't die!" A miserable voice came from Yun Lang. Yun Lang turned his head and saw that the old man would cry with Zhou Hong holding a sword on his stomach. Incomparable ~ EbookFREE.me ~ That sword Yunlang was very clear, didn't go through the middle of the belly, but only through the flesh of the waist rib, it should not die.
"Xiao Lang, your legs were crushed by the warhorse." A sturdy guard held the same miserable Zhang Lian who couldn't be more miserable.
"Let's see if Yeye's guy is still there? If not, you will kill me with a sword, otherwise I will kill you."
"At, at, yeah, your knee bone was crushed by a horse's hoof." The guard quickly opened his lower skirt and glanced.
Zhang Lianchang called out and looked at the sky with a sigh of relief: "God finally treats me well. As long as the guy is there, he can use his legs to change his life for the rest of his life. … "
Gongsun Ao raised a thumbs up to Zhang Lian and praised, "Good man, the children of the Hou family, there really is no waste."
Zhang Lian proudly said: "That was natural. It was a certain family who decided to fight the Huns here. If they continued to run and were chased and chased one by one, no one would survive ..."