"Boom, boom, boom." More than a dozen thunderbolts suddenly exploded in the crowd of barbarians.
Half of the barbarians fell down, and half of the barbarians were still staggering and rushing forward.
They were about to rush to the small chariot, feeling surprised and happy.
This is not a thunderbolt fired by the cyclone cannon, but a thunderbolt thrown by hand, so it is much less powerful.
The barbarians had already rushed to the small tanks, and some were only two or three steps away.
They looked ferocious and waved scimitars wildly in their hands.
What made the captain even more happy was that there were barbarians behind them who were breaking through the shelling one after another.
There were even more people, about a hundred people, including a three-centurion man on a horse covered in iron armor.
It is no longer suitable to throw the Thunderbolt, because it is very likely to hurt yourself from such a short distance.
Boom, boom, boom, this is not thunder, but cavalry.
This cavalry does not come from the city, but is an auxiliary to the chariot.
They rushed out of the square formation, and now was the time to come out to defend the small tanks.
The leader of the formation, Chen Hua, shouted, holding a pear blossom gun, and rushed towards the barbarian three centurion wearing iron armor.
The three hundred men were still a dozen steps away from him. When they saw the opponent's formation commander rushing over, they couldn't help but smile coldly.
He opened his bow and nocked an arrow, and took out four arrows in his hand.
The three centurions were determined to capture Chen Hua, one arrow after another in his hand.
This three centurion is also a marksman and can shoot arrows in succession. Now three arrows are shot together, and finally there is another arrow.
Chen Hua also smiled coldly and stirred the pear blossom gun in his hand.
With a clanging sound, the three arrows were intercepted by him and all fell down.
But at this time, the barbarian's fourth arrow had already surpassed the tip of his spear, and this one was the killing one.
It was too late to use the gun tip. He suddenly raised the gun body upwards.
When Chen Hua raised it with all his strength, the arrow barely changed its direction, but it still shot towards his head.
He hurriedly lowered his head, and the arrow grazed his forehead before narrowly dodging it again.
Just when Chen Hua lowered his head, the barbarian three centurion had already drawn his scimitar.
The front tip of his scimitar is like the tip of a spear, but it's just curved.
The barbarian centurion used the inertia of his horse's sprint and took advantage of Chen Hua's lowered head to swing at his head quickly.
The Hu man's three centurion's scimitar was made of highly refined steel. As long as he swung it, half of Chen Hua's head would most likely be chopped off.
This barbarian three centurion is indeed very powerful. These killings were done in one go, and they were still killing in series.
He relied on this unique move, and countless heroes died under his sword.
Although Chen Hua lowered his head, his eyes were always looking at the three centurion.
Seeing the barbarian's three centurion swinging his scimitar, he hurriedly exerted force with his right hand, and swiped the pear blossom gun at the barbarian fiercely.
With a clanging clang, the tip of his spear hit the barbarian's scimitar, and the sound of the collision was endless.
The barbarian three centurions still had their bows in their hands, and took the opportunity to swipe at Chen Hua's left hand.
As long as he is hit by the curved bow in his hand, Chen Hua's defense door will be opened by him.
The bent bow is also a hard bow, and it is very painful to knock it down in the hand. Chen Hua must let go of the left hand holding the gun.
And if the other party didn't look up and see this thing, they might think it was a machete.
The barbarian three centurion must have taken the opportunity to chop off his scimitar. This was another serial killing by him.
Chen Hua heard the sound on the left and knew that the Hu's murder weapon had been swept away.
He was so anxious that he quickly raised the pear blossom gun in his hand.
Only when you heard the buzzing sound of strings did you know you had been fooled.
It was too late to turn the gun's head now. He used both hands to vigorously sweep the pear blossom gun towards the opponent.
He used all his strength this time and only heard a snapping sound.
Almost at the same time, the barbarian centurion's scimitar struck his pear spear.
He felt his hands shake, heard a banging sound, and felt a heavy blow to the pear gun.
This blow was so powerful that I almost couldn't hold it with my left hand.
He raised his head and took a closer look. It turned out that Hu Ren's knife was so fierce that it got stuck in the middle of the gun body.
If it hadn't been for the iron sheet on the pear gun, it would have been very likely to be cut off, or even stabbed in the chest.
Chen Hua's shot just now hit the Hu man's left arm, and the long bow immediately fell to the ground.
The Hu man's arm was actually broken, but there were still muscle connections, so it couldn't be seen for a while.
The centurion was quite strong-willed. Although he almost shed tears from the pain, he still remained silent.
Not only that, he also wanted to pull the machete out of Chen Huali's flower gun.
As long as the barbarian centurion drew out his scimitar and struck again, the pear gun in Chen Hua's hand would most likely be broken into two pieces.
How could Chen Hua let the Hu Ren get what he wanted? He shouted and pulled the pear gun towards his side with both hands, trying to pull the Hu Ren over.
The barbarian centurion also tried his best to pull out the scimitar with both hands, but his left arm was fractured. Not only could he not use force, but it also caused pain.
The barbarian centurion had no choice but to clamp the horse tightly with his legs and pull out the scimitar with all his strength with his right hand.
The two of them pulled and pulled, one wanted to pull the other over, the other wanted to pull out the scimitar, but neither wanted to let go.
Seeing the scimitar moving little by little, the barbarian was most likely to pull it out first.
As long as the barbarian pulls out the scimitar first, the pear gun in Chen Hua's hand will most likely be cut into two pieces.
Chen Hua rolled his eyes, and instead of pulling, he stabbed the opponent with all his strength.
The Hu man was taken aback, but he was a good equestrian and hurriedly pinched the horse's belly, narrowly escaping the tip of the pear-shaped spear.
When the barbarian turned around, he forgot that the scimitar was still on the pear gun.
He held the scimitar tightly in his right hand and was forced to follow the pear gun around him in a half circle, exposing his back to Chen Hua.
With this rare opportunity, Chen Hua still held the gun in his left hand, drew the Hu-killing knife with his right hand, and slashed towards the Hu man's neck.
At this time, the Hu man's head had turned around, and he watched helplessly as Chen Hua's Hu-killing knife slashed across his neck.
The barbarian centurion did not feel any pain, but felt a chill in his neck and liquid spurting out from his neck.
He couldn't help shouting: "What a knife, what a knife. It's so sharp."
Just when he said this, something felt wrong.
His artery had been torn by Chen Hua, and blood spurted out like a pump.
Even if the barbarian centurion's hands were intact, he could not stop the blood spurting from his arteries, not to mention that his left arm was broken and his right hand was still holding the scimitar tightly.
The barbarian centurion felt that he was getting colder and colder, his brain was getting lower and lower, his vision was getting blurry, and his strength was disappearing rapidly.
Seeing the barbarian centurion staggering, Chen Hua gave him a hand, and the barbarian centurion fell off the horse involuntarily.
The barbarian centurion felt himself spinning, falling to the ground with a bang, and soon fell into the boundless darkness.
Chen Hua had just killed the barbarian centurion and was already sweating profusely and panting from exhaustion.
There were Hu people around him. He quickly put the Hu-killing knife into the scabbard, exerted force with both hands, and then pulled out the Hu-man scimitar.
Chen Hua has already seen that this barbarian scimitar is also a piece of refined steel and should be useful.
Pulling out the barbarian scimitar and taking a look, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Although the barbarian cut the scimitar half in half, its blade was also curled.
It was precisely because the blade was curled that the barbarian centurion did not pull the scimitar out of the pear gun.
Chen Hua was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. If the scimitar blade had not been curled, he would most likely be the casualty.
In the past, the pear flower gun was only protected by a layer of iron wire. Could it block the scimitar of a barbarian centurion?
It would be possible if it were an ordinary Hu man's scimitar, but this is a Hu man's Centurion scimitar, but it is made of highly refined steel.
He couldn't help but thank the little saint in his heart for wrapping the pear flower gun with a layer of iron.
It was this small thoughtful improvement that saved its life at this critical moment.
While he was sighing, a barbarian cavalryman with ten captains was shooting at him with his bow and arrows.
Not only was he shooting arrows, he also held three arrows in his mouth.
Obviously, this barbarian is also a master of archery.
Chen Hua couldn't help being surprised. He was holding a gun in his left hand and a Hu man's scimitar in his right hand.
The barbarian Shifu was about ten steps away from him, and he hurriedly waved his pear blossom gun.
Bang bang, the barbarian was shot down by him with his gun.
The barbarians saw that his hands were empty and his forehead was dripping with sweat. They knew that he had just gone through a battle and had exhausted a lot of strength.
The captain of the barbarian army could not help but smile coldly, how could he be polite to him.
His second arrow did not shoot at Chen Hua, but at Chen Hua's horse.
Chen Hua shouted loudly and used all his strength with his left hand to knock down the barbarian's arrow.
Buzz, the barbarian's third arrow has been shot at this time, and this time it's still his horse.
His left hand was almost exhausted, and the scimitar in his right hand obviously couldn't reach the front of the horse.
Chen Hua pinched the horse's belly, and the horse reluctantly turned around.
The scimitar in his right hand was just within reach, and he narrowly missed cutting off the arrow.
After cutting the knife, Chen Hua discovered that his right arm was numb and it was difficult to swing it.
It turned out that although Chen Hua killed the centurion, he paid a high price.
Not only was the pear blossom gun severely damaged, but all of his strength was also depleted.
The barbarian had rushed to only five steps away from him, and could already see his gun and scimitar.
The blade of Chen Hua's scimitar was rolled inward and the scimitar's function had been lost.
There were deep cuts on his gun, which made him even more delighted.
This pear blossom gun is almost broken, I just don’t know when.
The crippled sword and gun are just like a tiger that has lost its teeth.
Although the pear gun has a large crack, it has not been completely broken.
What he has to do now is to break this crippled pear gun into two pieces.
The captain of the barbarian army shot another arrow from his horse's head. He had already seen that the horse was Chen Hua's Achilles' heel.
Chen Hua was forced to wield the pear blossom gun. Fortunately, his left hand had just rested and his strength had somewhat recovered.
With a bang, the barbarian's last arrow was narrowly missed by him.
Although Chen Hua was shot down, instead of being happy, Chen Hua smiled bitterly.
It turned out that he had just waved the pear blossom gun vigorously and heard a snapping sound coming from the barrel of the pear blossom gun.
This is not a good sign, because it is the sound of the wood of the pear gun breaking.
Fortunately, the pear blossom gun still has its iron cover, and its appearance has not been completely broken into two pieces.
Although Hu Ren couldn't tell, Chen Hua knew that Lihua Gun was finished.
Chen Hua thought that the Hu people didn't know, but in fact the Hu people's ears were extremely sensitive.
He was familiar with the sound of the wood breaking, and knew that the Pear Blossom Spear had been broken into two pieces, but the Nanman didn't know it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile coldly and pointed the long bow towards himself.
This long bow is a hard bow. He likes it very much and must not lose it.
Because they are bow riders. If they don’t have hard bows, what else would they call bow riders?
Then, he pulled out his scimitar, clamped it into the horse's belly, swung the scimitar, and slashed at Chen Hua fiercely.
The barbarian centurion couldn't help but be overjoyed. Not only did he have speed and strength, but he also had an extremely sharp scimitar.
On the contrary, not only is the opponent's strength about to run out, but his gun is broken and his sword is destroyed.
He wanted to see if the Nanman used a scimitar that had lost its blade, or a pear-shaped spear that was broken into two pieces?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile on his face.
In his eyes, this Nanman had been cut into two pieces.
The Hu captain laughed because Chen Hua was forced to fight with a scimitar that had lost its blade.
It seemed that this Nanman also knew that the Pear Blossom Spear was no longer effective.
