Chapter 294: Thousands of troops

A thousand light armoured sergeants were rushing on the road, their marching speed was extremely fast, like a blast. This is the fastest army in Beili, the Los Angeles Army. All the sergeants are in light armour individually, especially for surprise attacks. There is indeed no one better than them for doing tricks in the military family like rushing to kill a person.
But they suddenly stopped.
Lieutenant Chen Hu, who was in the final line, took the reins and asked, "What's wrong?"
Beside him, the counselor from the Apocalypse Red Palace encouraged him to follow the team, and now he was out of breath and spoke.
Someone rushed over from the soldiers who were pressing ahead.
"What happened?" Chen Hu asked displeasedly.
"Report to the general, someone is blocking the road ahead." The soldier got off his horse and knelt on the ground.
"Who rushed to stop us? How many people came from the other side and where's the army?" Chen Hu asked in confusion.
The soldier shook his head: "It's not an army."
"what is that."
"One person, one shot."
Before the army, there was a gorgeous silver spear stuck on the ground, and a woman in plain clothes was sitting behind the spear, calm and relaxed.
The corpses of several stalwart horses had been scattered in front of her, and several soldiers with blood on their bodies were staring at her in front of the team.
"This road is nowhere." The woman said slowly.
At the end of the queue, Chen Hu said angrily: "I can stop you with one shot? Or a woman?"
"Several vanguard soldiers have already stepped forward, but..." the soldier hesitated.
Chen Hu drew his horse whip and said sharply, "Say."
The soldier bowed his head: "They were all shot down and seriously injured. The woman said that if it were not for her mercy, it would not be as simple as a serious injury."
"I'm afraid it's not an ordinary woman anymore." The counselor sighed. "Back then, Anger Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian was also forced to retreat from the 10,000 army of the Southern Art.
"Trash!" Chen Hu shouted angrily and rushed forward with his horse whip. He rushed to the queue before long. He looked at the woman sitting there and the spear, "Who are you? Why stop. My Los Angeles Army?"
"Sikong Qianluo." The woman stood up.
Chen Hu was taken aback for a moment, and glanced at the woman's dress: "Are you from the rivers and lakes?"
"No, I am from Apocalypse City." The woman pulled up the spear inserted there and gently drew a line, "The four guardians of the Apocalypse City, the Suzaku, ranks south.
Chen Hu frowned slightly, he had naturally heard of those legends in Apocalypse City. I heard that the young man with the gun opened a blood path for the emperor. Later, all the others in the four guardians stayed in Tianqi, and only that young man left Tianqi City. If it was really that young man, it would be natural to imitate the angry sword Xianyan Zhantian. However, he is a man, everyone knows. Because he abducted the most beautiful woman in Apocalypse City. What's more, in terms of age, it's not right. Chen Hu thought for a while: "Are you a descendant of that senior?"
Sikong Qianluo raised his eyebrows without answering.
Chen Hu acquiesced to this statement. He said, "Since you are a descendant of that predecessor, then in regard to your love for the emperor back then, please let me go. I will not pursue the matter just now."
Sikong Qianluo smiled and pointed at this line on the ground with a long line: "Do you know what this line means?"
Chen Hu was stunned for a moment, and looked at the line suspiciously.
"Those who cross this line, kill." Sikong Qianluo said lightly.
Chen Hu sneered, took out the long knife around his waist, kicked the horse's stomach heavily, and then rushed towards Sagong Qianluo. He picked up the long knife and chopped it down at the neck of Sikong Qianluo: Then you go to die."
Sikong Qianluo only faintly saw the long knife that had been chopped down. With a lightly bowed head, he avoided it. With a wave of his right hand, the long spear rose up like a dragon and attacked Chen Hu.
With a "ding", the spear pierced Chen Hu's helmet.
Chen Hu rode his horse and walked past Sikong Qianluo.
Sikong Qianluo still looked calm.
And Chen Hu's face was not so good-looking.
He turned his horse's head and looked at Sikong Qianluo's back. The helmet he was wearing suddenly split into two halves and fell to the ground. A wave of fear rose in his heart, and this fear quickly turned into anger. He raised his long knife and shouted, "Run her to death!"
After finally getting the command of the coach, the sergeants of the Luocheng Army immediately shouted, kicking the horses one by one, and rushing towards Sikong Qianluo.
"No one can survive the charge of the Los Angeles Army." Chen Hu steered his horse to avoid it. He wanted to see such a battle, no matter how self-confident this woman was, she would find a way to avoid it.
But Sikong Qianluo just stood there, just clenching the spear even more.
In fact, she was afraid in her heart, even when she faced Chen Hu single-handedly, she was afraid. Although she is very high in martial arts, no one has ever gone through the world, and no one has faced such a terrible battle alone.
But what's the use of being afraid? Fear does not bring you victory.
Sikong Qianluo raised his spear and jumped up.
"I shot into Happy Life with a single shot to help you regain the position of Apocalypse and Ride the Dragon!"
With a single shot, the wind goes round.
Thousands of light armoured troops, who came in like a tide, were torn out a hole in this way!
Chen Hu looked at all this in surprise, at that moment as if the young man in front of the Tai'an Temple had appeared in front of him alive!
Sikong Qianluo felt an indescribable sense of joy and dripping in her body. Every shot she fired was so full and dripping!
Happy heaven. The disciple of Xueyuecheng's generation, she unexpectedly entered the real Happy Heaven Realm before Tang Lian, Lei Wujie, and Luo Mingxuan!
She leaped among the crowd, spears flying around like a dragon, horses fell in front of her, and soldiers fell off the horses.
"One hundred." Sikong Qianluo raised his gun and flew up.
"One hundred and twenty." Sagong Qianluo wiped the blood on his forehead and exhaled gently.
Chen Hu finally lost his composure and drew his sword and went in. His army has always been dominated by surprise attacks. When fighting, they can often disperse the opponent's camp, and then strangle one by one, but Sikong Qian's fall is too fast, and it seems that they are the one who disrupted the formation! Horses are falling, and soldiers are dying. Perhaps this young woman can really imitate Yan Zhantian of the year, single-handedly against thousands of horses.
At that time, Yan Zhantian killed an army of 10,000 and killed 2,000 people, which caused the enemy's army to collapse and fled in a hurry. And his own thousand people, when Sagong Qianluo kills several hundred, will he be unable to hold on?
"You!" Chen Hu grabbed a soldier beside him, "You go to Los Angeles to report! Send another thousand more! Go!"