Chapter 7: Shaman Witch (recommended!)

Unpredictable!
Listening to the screams around him, there is Xiaoyu in front of himself, Wu Ming is clenching his teeth.
In the troubled times, people are not as good as dogs.
Under the survival task of the main shrine, how can you still slack off?
Previously, if the arrow of the other party was slightly off, it might be that you died.
"killing Han Chinese!"
The closer the horse's hooves are, the more the Hu people ride and the shots are unparalleled. At this time, although there are only ten riders, the flying arrows are like rain, and the city heads are suppressed. No one dares to probe, even before the Hu people rushed to the earth.
One of the ten-year-old Hu people shouted and jumped from the horse, using both hands and feet. It was like an agile big ape. He climbed the wall three or two times, and his face was deep and his face was smiling.
Among the dark and uncertain fires, I saw that the oily totems on this face were distorted, and the black and black runes seemed to be chosen.
Hey!
A blue-colored arc-like light emerged on his hand, and the scimitar passed, and several heads of Xiangyong had already flown out. The scene was extremely bloody, and even the surrounding villagers could not be soft.
‘If you don’t get our news, you have the guard, so the Zhuangzi will be down after a rush...’
Wu Ming saw a sigh and saw more Hu people rushing on. He couldn’t help but look at the Qin Hu who was still in a daze: "Let's go!"
When this crisis is over, don’t show value again, when will it be?
Needless to say, if Daqingzhuang is really broken, and the Hu people want to survive for seven days under the wash, it will become a joke.
"Hu people want to open the door, don't let them succeed!"
Wu Ming thought so, and he did the same. He immediately looked at a newly-arrived Hu, and shouted and entangled.
Peng!
The battle with Wu Ming is a hustle and bustle of Hu Dahan. If you don’t look at it, you will be a curvy, the angle is different, the strength is hot, and it is even more concise, and it is simply to the extreme.
Wu Ming took a deep breath and the whole person suddenly lowered a bit, escaped a glimpse, and punched a punch with Hu.
In the fierce attack, the face of the scorpion scorpion changed, holding a machete, and the knives were smashed in succession. The knives were so hot and full of military style.
"There is a lot of strength, at least equivalent to the three-fold physical body, the master of the bones and bones!"
The martial arts begins with the centering of the heart. Even if it is the grinding of the flesh and bones, and then the higher level, it is the inner state of the internal organs.
At this time, Wu Ming is a master of the four bodies of the body. He is not only a bone, but even the internal organs are concise, but even so, he does not dare to take his own flesh and blood to resist the enemy's machete.
His face was dignified, his feet were like the wind, he quickly avoided two knives, and he was deeply exhaled. The abdominal cavity was sunk down one layer, avoiding the last knife's open chest.
This breath is really a bit horrible, Wu Ming even feels that his strong lungs are somewhat unbearable, full of hot feelings, Mu Ran a boxing out.
boom!
The fist with unreserved strength hit the cavalry's head and drove him down the wall.
[Killing a Hu Chinese cavalry and getting fifty small gongs! 】
Almost at the moment when the cavalry turned over and fell, Wu Ming heard the sound of the main temple in the mind.
"what!"
At this point, an exclamation came, it turned out that Huang Hao and Kang Shouli both encountered trouble.
I saw a Hu people laughing and rushing? Kang Shouli, who has both physique and physique, looks at the wicked Hu people. He is timid, unable to move, and is beheaded with a knife, causing Huang Qi to make a sharp scream.
In the township, Wang Yin face sinks into the water, entangled with the former ten-year-old Tulu Warriors, fists and feet, screaming, and another group of people are plucking eggs, surrounded by Wang Qiao, a change, Wu Mingpo Some want to marry the mother's impulse.
He glanced at Qin Hu again. The kid was sinking like a water. He was holding a steel knife that he didn’t know where he was coming from. He was entangled with a Hu person. The battle was fierce. Wu Ming saw this and sighed a few steps. Rushing, came to the back of the Hu people facing Huang Wei, and punched.
Unexpectedly, the Hu was prepared, and suddenly turned his head, and the knife was under the hood.
The feeling of empty powerlessness came, obviously there was no target in the middle of the eye, which made the face of this Hu people appear a trace of surprise, and immediately Wu Ming grabbed the back collar, and raised it up, the force slammed it, and slammed it. .
Hey!
Among the loud noises, this person came into close contact with the wall, his neck showed a strange arc, and even his head was sunken in half, obviously it was not alive.
"More... Thank you, the unnamed son for saving!"
Such a violent scene made Huang Qi stayed for a while and then snarled.
"Nothing... I can do what I can..."
Wu Ming casually said a word, and immediately saw Wang Qiao old man shouting loudly, two rows of township bravely spread, revealing a few things, the corner of the eye is a jump, almost burst into a foul mouth.
"Dare to play the idea of ​​Daqingzhuang? Give it to me!"
In the anger of Wang Qiao's old man, several villagers wearing leather armor and holding a hundred steel-making knives in their hands rushed over, and they were at the forefront, at least two or three weapons.
The other team is even more ferocious, actually took out more than a dozen long bows, and even one of them!
"Bow 弩? 甲胄? It seems that no matter what dynasty, private possession is a rebellion?"
Seeing that these big killers appeared, even Wu Ming’s forehead had a cold sweat.
However, it is clear that this world is not only amazing in high-end military force, but even conventional force is far beyond the past.
Sure enough, as soon as I saw this battle, the head of the Hutu Tulu Warrior changed his face, shouted a few words, and no longer entangled with Wang Yin, quickly jumped off the wall.
The surviving Hu people have stepped back, and in the dark there are arrows flying.
"Want to go? Ask me first!"
At this time, Wang Yin was killing his eyes. He grabbed the arrow and used the fire to face the wall.
Hey!
The bow is like a string! The powerful force of the movement, even as the ground is thundering, makes Wu Ming's ears a little squeaky.
puff!
The Hutu Tulu Warrior has just landed on the horseback, and the long arrow will follow. The powerful kinetic energy not only directly passes through the chest of the person, but also falls into the horseback!
Double-edged with one arrow!
Seeing that the leader is falling, the trembling Hu people are stunned. Qin Hu is taking the opportunity to cut off the opponent's neck directly, and his face is slightly happy.
Under the roar of the Hu people came, there were several flying arrows.
The villagers above the earth are also brave, screaming, and screaming in the darkness for a long time before they slowly return to calm.
......
Daqingzhuang in the early morning is shrouded in sadness and solemnity.
Within the ancestral hall, the villagers surrounded the coffin, their eyes were red, and the women and children were crying.
Wu Ming and Qin Hu and Huang Wei both convinced the body of Kang Shouli and Xiaoyu, and the heart seemed to have a huge stone.
"I would like to thank you for helping me last night!"
Wang Qiao wrapped his arms at this time, but also came to see Wu Ming several people: "Please also rest assured that the son of the companion, we will be properly placed ..."
I have to say that the outbreak of Wu Ming and Qin Hu last night gave Wang Qiao an old impression.
After all, two martial artsmen with three or four physical bodies are placed in Daqingzhuang. That is the absolute master. Except for Wang Yin, I am afraid that no one can resist.
"Thank you for your long high!"
Wu Ming’s eyes are reddish:
It’s just that the Hu people are ferocious, and they will not stop here... I’m waiting for it!

He knows that he is not afraid of melee on the ordinary Huren cavalry, but if he plays with the other side on the plains, it is simply the end of the murder.
Just talking about melee, a Tulu warrior is enough to make him a headache.
In contrast, of course, we must advance and retreat together with the Daqingzhuang forces, and we will have a little life-saving grasp.
"How old is not knowing, but last night's but a wave of pioneers? Historically, Hu people shot, at least the 100-man team..."
Wang Laotou smiled bitterly, and he looked like a word.
Wu Ming naturally knows what he wants to say, and he directly said: "I can repair a book, but at this time there must be a Huren ride near Daqingzhuang, I am afraid..."
These words are straightforward to say that Wang Qiao’s heart sinks and he can’t help but say:
How can this be good? How is it good...

I have to say that although this person has some scheming, but the flat has been long, at this time suddenly faced with iron and blood, can have this performance, even if it is good.
But no matter what he thinks, Wu Ming is definitely not going to promise anything.
After all, if he can really call the reinforcements, he will be a ghost!
It’s just that today’s different days, it’s what Wang Qiao’s old man found is wrong. Can he still push some of his new forces out?
Moreover, this person may not dare to speak the truth and sever the last hope of the entire Zhuangzi people.
At the time of drowning, it is the last straw, and it must be desperately caught.
Perhaps, in Wang Qiao's heart, he is still desperately deceiving himself.
Wu Ming’s mouth showed a smile, but he said:
I know that the Hu people are ferocious and extinct, and some means, but they have to guard against it!

......
Not far from Daqingzhuang.
Within a temporary camp.
Dozens of Hu people are solemn and solemn, condensed in front of a shaman who wears a stag mask, wears black and white, and a shaman with a drum around his waist.
At this time, in front of these people, there are still a few people who are tied and sullen, and it looks like the cavalry who attacked Daqingzhuang last night.
"Wolf God bless us!"
The shaman suddenly spoke: "According to the rules on the grassland... Your ten commanders will die, and your entire team should be buried!"
The eyes under his antler mask did not seem to fluctuate, but the captives were shivering.
"Go! Your life will be inherited by us, blood wash the shameful place!"
The shaman came forward, clutching a captive hair, and a golden dagger in his right hand, slamming against the captive's neck.
The arteries are cut, and the blood of large stocks rushes out. It seems that in the illusion, the drums in the shaman's waist are more vivid...
"Aligu! Go, wipe the Zhuangzi from the ground!"
The shaman’s voice was secretive, and his eyes looked around the camp. There were piles of sacks of grain and a large number of innocent Han Chinese captives...