Vol 3 Chapter 137: Thundergun (4000 words)

"stop!"
Before the person arrived, the sound came first, and the roaring thunder roared like a tide, showing that the person was not weak in fighting spirit.
Previously, these soldiers wearing Jincancan fish scale armor just opened their way to stand in front. Now they are blocked and even move their hands, and the officers behind can't sit still.
"Well, this man ..." Tang En narrowed his eyes and looked at the galloping cheeks.
Josiah turned around in surprise: "Don, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, I met an acquaintance." Tang En touched his nose slightly awkwardly.
The bearded man with a beard full face was the team guard he ran into while he was holding the sick little Carlo back to the station a few days ago. He said at the time that he would meet again in the future and return the horses. But after that return, the steed was taken by David and chopped by the logistics department, and finally made a horse hot pot ...
The bearded man yelled a little late, and when he came over, the soldiers had all wailed and lay down.
Although there were no casualties, the wolverine soldiers in this area were still ashamed.
Han Han looked at Frey gloomily: "What do you mean, why did you attack my soldiers for no reason?"
He noticed that the soldier had already laid down more than half of the time when he was here, so his gaze swept away from the soldiers in the gray coat next to him. When he saw Josiah behind, he looked stunned. As for the ordinary face of Tang En, it was naturally ignored.
"Ha, it is indeed the Royal Guard. The accused is a skilled one." Frey sneered and sarcastically.
The man frowned and looked at Frei seriously: "The Royal Guard is the title of more than ten years. Now is the Royal Guard, who are you?"
"Oh, did you change your name?" Frey raised her eyebrows in amazement, then shook her head and sighed, "It doesn't matter who I am, to be honest, seeing you royals ... Well, the guards, I'm in a bad mood OK. "
That year, the brain-stricken aristocrat who caused most of the casualties of the Thunderbolt formations. When coming to the Thunder Corps to be gilded, these proud royal guards were also with them.
Sighing, Frey continued: "Forget it, the nonsense will not be said. Because you are not punctual, the negotiation time will be postponed to seven tomorrow morning. Well, friendly reminder, if you can't arrive tomorrow, you may need Come and collect the bodies of the noble youth. "
"What?" The big man heard the words stunned, and then resumed his face. "We're sorry about this, um. Can you explain to your boss in person?"
Frey spread his hand: "That's the order we received, so no!"
Han Han's face was a little heavy, staring at Frei again, "I don't know if you ..."
"Me? I'm a gatekeeper."
"Since it's a gatekeeper, you can just report it directly. I will naturally explain to your leader, what are you here ... nonsense?" Dahan's patience has been exhausted, I believe if not for Frey It's not easy, and the sword has long been retrieved for the soldiers.
Frei smashed his lips and did not respond to Han's words. With a wave of his hand, the soldier at the station door lifted his weapon.
"Here is the Grey Garrison. Please leave quickly, or you will bear the consequences."
"Haha!" The big man smiled angrily: "Okay, okay. I can go in Bran Imperial City. I ca n’t get over your little goalkeeper? I will get back the fairness before!"
Then the big man stepped forward. Sword off.
Although it was a sudden attack, how could Frei, who was battle-hardened, hit this trick, the spear trembled, and the huge gun flower was instantly drawn.
Ding, Ding, Ding ...
Under the shadow of a serial gun. Dahan's big sword Rinkong was hit a few times, leaving the original attack route.
The offensive and defensive situation instantly changed, and Frey stepped forward, his spear was moving like a snake, and he stayed close to the opponent.
"Roar!" The big man was angry. At first he didn't really take Frey to his heart. Although he defeated some soldiers, who was he? That's a high-level martial artist. How can this little gatekeeper be able to compete.
Alas, the blue light covered the big sword, and the serious man released his anger as soon as possible.
At this moment, a sudden flash of blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and then he saw the dense shadows of green guns whistling.
Is this ... vindictive? The big man opened his mouth wide and was completely shocked.
Fighting is certainly not a rarity, but when did the gatekeeper also have fighting? Is the strength of the Gray Army so strong?
Bang, bang, bang ...
After several fights, Dahan finally determined the strength of Frey. Intermediate warrior, um, it should be the peak state of intermediate warrior.
Fortunately, fortunately ... Dahan's nerves are numb, as long as he does not exceed the senior martial arts.
Alas, a blue half-moon Jianmang was cut to the ground ...
"Don, is this a high-level warrior?" Josiah said nervously when she saw Jian Mang sending out, "Go and help Brother Frey."
The gap between high-level warriors and intermediate warriors is huge, even if this intermediate warrior is already at its peak. The specific situation can be seen from the first two days of Zofan's battle with Yemo. Although Zofan only stepped into the air-level realm, he still hit the peaks of the three prefecture-level warriors with no temper.
"Don't worry!" Tang En watched the look in the field slightly slowly. "Although the big man is a high-level martial artist, his combat experience is obviously not Frey, and this battle still has to be fought."
After many times of life and death, Tang En's eyesight will not have any problems, and the situation in the field is indeed the same.
Dahan ’s vindictiveness is that although he is superior, the offense and defense of the two are basically in balance. The main reason lies in the big man. His vindictiveness and martial arts are not bad, but his grasp of the critical time is a bit poor. To put it plainly, it is inadequate!
On the other hand, Frey, although evasive to swordsman and other evasives, at other times seems to be quite at ease, and even the frequency of attacks is even higher. The reason for this is indeed due to Frey's practical and effective fighting skills; on the other hand. It's that Frey doesn't care about some attacks that may stab himself to insignificant places, or directly replaces injuries with injuries!
Of course, this does not mean that you don't cherish your life. This is just a unique feeling of fighting after hundreds of wars. In short, it is to exchange the life of the other party at the least cost.
The big man was obviously not adapted to this attack rhythm, and some opportunities that could seriously hurt Frei were lost in hesitation.
Not without that strength, but without that guts!
The Royal Guard knows its duties by listening to the name. It stands to reason. The soldiers inside should be carefully selected to be ten. In fact, this was indeed the case when the soldiers selected from the various legions first joined. But the imperial capital and the beauty of the wine, unwittingly let their muscles relax, the battle consciousness is weak.
Just like this big-faced man with a beard, he has a high level of vindication, but the split swordsman becomes a firework.
The fighting situation has always disappeared, and there are many scruples on the Han side. Unable to show strength. That Frei naturally got better and better, and his confidence increased. A spear like a dragon entered the clouds. There are so many vertical and horizontal movements. The straight-handed big man only has the skill of parry, but has no power to fight back.
"broken!"
With a clear drink, Lan Mang's sword was picked off a few feet away, and then the Han fell back in a bow-shaped shrimp shape. boom! Landing and rolling, before waiting for him to get up, a green pistol steadily stopped at his eyebrow.
Sharp and sharp, cold bones!
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The soldiers who were previously taught in the field have also climbed up, and they are watching the scene in front of them. There was a moment of confusion ...
Lost? The captain of the Royal Guard was defeated! And still lost to a goalkeeper! God, this world is so crazy, I can't stand it!
"Early tomorrow, so I can't leave!" Abandoning this sentence, Freilly closed his gun and walked backwards.
Dahan always looked at the big sword that was not far from the ground, as if he had not recovered from the blow.
"Wow ..." "Captain mighty and domineering!"
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Young soldiers gathered around. In front of Frey, there was a crazy fart. The next few middle-aged soldiers are as usual. For many years, as long as the captain has played, which time is not the victory!
Tang En in the back couldn't help but clap his palms. Really praised: "Frey is amazing!"
No matter what the reason is, it is an incredible thing for an intermediate warrior to pick a senior warrior. If on the battlefield, Frey stabbed this big man with a shot, it would be a great military achievement.
At this time, Da Da Da ...
A sound of horseshoes rolled up, and Barlow, burly, rushed over to the guard camp.
Dismount, look at the soldiers of the Royal Guard, and walk straight to Frey, looking excited.
"Captain, finally seeing your marksmanship again and again!"
Frey waved his horrified soldier back, and chuckled, "Crazy, don't call him Captain. You and I are now enemies, maybe we will meet each other on the battlefield!"
"If there is one day, I will never keep it!" His Majesty said, Barlow then sincerely said: "But you will always be my captain!"
"Hah ..." Frey laughed, hugged Barlow and patted each other's backs.
For many years comrades-in-arms, now one is a general and one is a gatekeeper. Different positions, it is true to see the battlefield decide a life or death. But again, the relationship between the two is true. This is the cruel temperament of the battlefield man, and also the charm of the battlefield man.
"Captain, thank you. I have long seen the Royal Guards who are anxious to hang their eyes up in the sky!"
Frei froze, then laughed, and hammered Barlow's shoulder armor.
The team is not far away. Barlow apparently saw this situation long ago, but waited until now to show up, no doubt there was a plan for the shaman.
Barlow looked at Frey's humble wooden armor, and said with a smile: "Captain, this gray-clad army is too despised, and even let you watch the door. How about, mix with the brothers, I thought about it "I'll get you a fake identity and be a teacher."
"I am!" A middle-aged veteran with a thin body but iron-like bones came up from behind. "I called back to the captain just now, so I gave it to the division leader, so you can say it out."
"Skinny monkey, don't be wrong with good people. If you go up, you must find out three generations of the family!" Barlow said helplessly.
"Well, in the end is a general. Maniac, I haven't seen you for years, and I have a wide range of insights." Another smile and irony came, and a veteran like a bear came.
"Big bear ... Okay, okay, I was wrong, brother!" Barlow spread his hands and smiled wryly.
After greeting him, Barlow still took the time to ask Frey: "How is the captain?"
Even a teacher is not easy to be a teacher. But this seemingly joke, can anyone be sure that it is not true?
"Haha, lunatic, you can be your general, don't make such a joke ..." After a pause, Frey pointed to the wooden armor on his body, "You know my character, too."
"I knew it would be so." Barlow nodded, his face darkened, and soon he sighed. "In this case, let me give the captain a gift."
After that, he turned around and untied a long bag from the horse and threw it away.
Frei caught it, and his expression was immediately stunned, stroking twice, and his complex face said, "Crazy, thank you!"
"Thank you, this is yours!" Barlow turned on his horse and saluted briefly. "The captain, and my brother, I will leave first!"
"Haha, get out of here!"
"The next time I meet on the battlefield, I will rush into your big account and squeeze your eggs down, haha!"
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In the vulgar insults, Barlow laughed a long time before leaving. From start to finish, he didn't look at the destitute Royal Guards on the ground.
At this time, Frei untied the string on the cloth bag, and a cyan lance made of unknown metal slipped down instantly. The body of the gun is like a mirror, and the blade is like a mang.
Hold it, Frey's big hand tightened again, a long-lost blood veins connected to my heart ~ EbookFREE.me ~ It seemed that there was another swarming enemy army ...
"Thundergun!" "Thundergun!" "Thundergun!"
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The middle-aged veterans around looked at the slick lance, and they all called out involuntarily.
At that time, the enemy's Thundergun broke the formation. At the front of the formation was this forward-looking Thundergun. Over time, the team also named it.
After waving it twice, Fresson stabbed his hand, and cyan, the cyan light covered instantly, the tip of the gun was like a flash of lightning!
Nine days of thunder, hidden in clouds, manifested in electricity, pointed by the front, pierced the sky!
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