They also imitated the Centurion, dodging while rushing towards the security group.
The commander of the monk soldiers originally did not want this attack method, but the centurion had already taken the lead and rushed over, so he had to bite the bullet and rush over.
When the other monk soldiers saw this, they had no choice but to imitate their skills, brandishing their spears and rushing towards the security group.
Not everyone has the luck of a centurion, and not everyone has the equestrian skills of a centurion.
Some commanders rushed over, some fell off their horses, and some were so dizzy by the explosion that their horses carried them to other places.
Even so, the performance of the monk soldiers was even worse. Only a few of them rushed over, and the rest either fell off their horses or were run away from the security group by the dizzy horses.
Jiarou rushed over and couldn't help but be overjoyed because he had already met the opponent's commander.
Moreover, the other party had already thrown away all the firearms and was empty-handed.
He waved the spear in his hand wildly and stabbed at He Sian.
While stabbing wildly, he shouted sternly: "Nanman, go to hell."
He Sian saw a man in full leather armor rushing over, and his spear was also wrapped with a layer of copper skin. He expected that this man should be the opponent's centurion.
He pulled out the killing knife in his hand, yelled, and slashed at the opponent.
"Barbarian, you are the one who will die." He slashed at Jiarou's spear with the killing knife in his hand, and he shouted not to be outdone.
Jiarou couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that the opponent had neither a spear nor a spear.
There is a saying about weapons, an inch longer is an inch stronger.
Now his weapon is more than twice as long as the opponent's weapon, obviously taking advantage of it.
Bang bang, bang bang, clang, clang, the sound was endless, and the weapons of both sides were chopping together very quickly.
Jiarou laughed loudly while stabbing He Sian with all his strength.
He has very strong confidence in himself, not only because his weapons are longer than his opponent's, but also because his martial arts are very superb.
The security team's firearms and hand-held bed crossbows gave him a headache, but now that the firearms and hand-held bed crossbows were out of use, Jiarou saw hope of victory.
Thinking of this, he became more and more happy, the smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and a spear was waving and making a whining sound.
The killing knife in He Sian's hand was only three feet long, so naturally he couldn't fight head-on with the opponent.
Seeing that the opponent's spear was as fast and fierce as a poisonous snake spitting out a message, He Sian did not seek merit, but no fault, and waved his sword to resist with all his strength.
Although the security group's firearms were powerful, a dozen monk soldiers still rushed over due to their excellent riding skills or luck.
A monk soldier couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that his centurion was fighting head-on with the opponent Shi Changxin.
When he looked at it, he saw that there were only eleven people on the other side, and there were nearly twenty people on his own side.
As soon as he rolled his eyes, the spear in his hand stabbed directly at He Sian.
The situation was very critical. He Sian was fighting head-on with the opponent's centurion, and he didn't even have time to deal with the sneak attack by the monk soldiers.
"Shameful and despicable." Yi Shuitai suddenly thought out of his wits, took off the crossbow in his right hand, and fired at the monk soldier who was sneaking up on him.
With a "Puff" sound, the monk soldier who was making a sneak attack was shot in the waist by a crossbow arrow.
He screamed in pain, and the spear in his hand could no longer be held and fell to the ground with a thud.
Not only that, he covered his waist with his hands.
His boss couldn't help but be shocked. This man was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also had an extremely tenacious fighting spirit.
Unexpectedly, he was only hit by an arrow in his waist. Not only was he unable to hold the spear in his hand, he even covered his waist with his right hand.
Attentive people noticed that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"His internal organs are injured, most likely his waist, otherwise he wouldn't be so uncomfortable." A chief shook his head and sighed.
Upon hearing this, the monk soldier's superior asked: "Will we still rescue him?"
"Can we win this battle? If we don't win, we will all be doomed. The key now is to win." A commander shook his head and rushed forward with a spear in his hand.
Another chief nodded: "Fortunately, although the Nanman firearms are powerful, we still have the advantage in numbers."
"Crossbow shooting." Yi Shuitai fired the last crossbow arrow and drew out his Hu-killing knife.
He had no time to put it in at this time, so he rushed towards the monk soldiers with a crossbow in one hand and a Hu-killing knife in the other.
Wan Hongzhang shouted: "There are many barbarians, so shoot all the crossbows in your hands."
After saying that, he took out the bed crossbow in his right hand and shot at the monk soldiers.
Of course, he didn't use both hands, just one hand, and he shot it completely based on feeling.
Others who still had crossbow arrows shot the last one or two crossbow arrows. Those who had no more arrows took out their polu knives and rode towards the monk soldiers.
Wan Hongzhuang clicked on the people from both sides who were still fighting, and finally felt relieved.
After the last wave of crossbows, several more monk soldiers were killed, and both sides were basically on a fair footing.
While he was thinking, there was a roar, and a monk soldier stabbed him with a spear.
He hurriedly blocked the crossbow with his hand, and at the same time he had drawn out his killing knife and slashed hard at the monk soldiers.
He Sian didn't have the energy to take care of the battlefield. He was focused on dealing with the monk soldiers Centurion Jiarou.
Jiazou is indeed worthy of being a centurion. Not only is his equestrian skills extremely superb, but his marksmanship is also excellent.
In He Sian's view, his spear was not only fast, but also extremely ferocious, and not only did he hear the whistling wind.
Being able to swing the spear into a whistling wind shows how superb the opponent's martial arts skills are.
He did not dare to be careless at all. He held the killing knife tightly in his right hand and concentrated on it. All his strength was on the knife.
Jiarou's spear was swinging faster and faster. At first, he could see a spear head, but after it fell, it turned into a chaos of spears.
Even though Jiazou was extremely skilled in martial arts, he began to pant while swinging at such high speed.
Later, he started to blow the bellows, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more, and even sweated like rain.
This was a manifestation of his martial arts reaching its extreme, and he did not believe that his opponent could still resist.
He Sian was even more surprised when he saw that the opponent's spear had been swung into a chaos of spears.
The opponent is an extremely rare master who can wield a spear superbly.
He had no choice but to concentrate, sighed deeply, and focused all his energy and strength on the knife.
The opponent was getting faster and faster, and he was forced to swing faster and faster.
The other party gasped, and He Sian was not much better.
He was also panting, blowing the bellows, and sweating profusely.
Both sides are competing in will and endurance, and it depends on which one falls or misses first.
On one side are the shadows of guns like a forest, on the other side are the shadows of swords like snow.
When the gun shadow hits the knife shadow, it makes a tinkling, tinkling sound. When the gun shadow disappears, the knife shadow also disappears.
Both sides went through sixty or seventy rounds without realizing it, which was dazzling.
Jiarou couldn't help but be overjoyed. He was using both hands to wield the spear, but the opponent was holding a knife with one hand.
He believed that with two hands against one he would eventually have the upper hand.
This was indeed the case. He Sian felt that his right hand was getting more and more difficult.
He felt that the killing knife was like a heavy iron rod, and it became increasingly difficult to swing it. Now he just gritted his teeth and persisted.
Jiazou couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw the other party gritting his teeth and persisting. The spear in his hand seemed like an insidious snake, constantly spitting out its poisonous messages.
At this time, He Sian pinched the horse's belly. The horse did not stay still, but started to circle around the opponent's horse.
Jia Zu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that He Sian was no longer fighting with him on the same spot.
Obviously the opponent's strength has been reduced, and he is already in sight of victory.
Thinking of this, he waved his spear like the wind, as if thousands of poisonous snakes were rushing toward He Sian.
At this moment, He Sian seemed to be running out of strength, and a flaw appeared.
Jiarou couldn't help but be overjoyed. He shouted, no longer having any scruples, and stabbed the opponent's chest with all his strength with the spear in his hand.
He Sian's war horse was forced to dodge, making another half circle, narrowly escaping again and again.
Jiazou felt even more happy, as the other party had begun to show flaws, which showed that the other party was obviously weak.
Jiarou's spearhead seems to be a poisonous snake, and the length below its spearhead is seven inches.
He Sian had discovered this a long time ago, but at first he was unable to do so.
Now the strength competition between the two sides is almost the same, and the opponent's movements have slowed down unconsciously.
Therefore, he deliberately used a flaw to lure the opponent to stab him with all his strength.
This is a risk, if the opponent is far stronger than him, he may be stabbed by the opponent.
But if he no longer takes risks, his weapons are not as long as his opponent's, and he is one-handed, so he will lose sooner or later.
Thinking of this, his flaws were even more exposed.
Seeing that the opponent's spear completely ignored the shaft behind it, He Sian no longer hesitated and slashed with all his strength with the killing knife in his hand.
Jiazou gave up defense and went on the offensive, while He Sian took the risk of turning defense into offense.
Both sides are taking risks, now let's see which one has a higher chance of success.
The consequence of He Sian's risk is that he may be stabbed by the opponent. The risk of Jiarou's risk is smaller. He will not be stabbed by the opponent. At most, the spear head will be chopped off.
Jia Zou thought it was worth it to trade the spearhead for the opponent's life.
Moreover, Jiarou also has a sword on his body. Even if the spear is cut off, he can still use the sword to deal with the opponent.
Thinking of this, he no longer had any scruples, gave up defense completely, and stabbed the opponent's chest directly with the spear in his hand.
After He Sian's horse circled the opponent for half a circle, suddenly the sword in his hand did not hit the opponent head-on, but slashed towards the lower part of the spear head.
There was a snap, and the tip of Jia's spear grazed the opponent's shoulder.
But midway, his seven-inch spear shaft was cut off by He Sian and fell to the ground with a snap.
Jiarou was not discouraged. He threw half of the spear towards He Sian.
When He Sian saw the other party's half-copper-covered spear being thrown towards him, he didn't dare to be careless and chopped it off with the killing knife in his hand.
With a snap, half of the opponent's spear broke into two pieces and fell to the ground together.
Jiarou smiled coldly, pulled out the sword from its scabbard, and slashed at He Sian in one go.
Now both sides have exactly the same starting line, because both sides have swords and attack with one hand.
Just now it was all about strength, but now it is all about will. Let's see who can persevere to the end.
Ding, jingle, jingle, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank, clank clang clang, clank clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang winnowing wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink and the two sides were fighting for more than 30 rounds.
Jiarou suddenly felt a lightness in his hand and couldn't help but be startled.
He took a quick look and found that the sword in his hand had been reduced to half.
Obviously, although his sword is a precious sword, the opponent's weapon is more powerful than his sword.
Just as he was stunned, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then a tingling sensation came from his neck.
He Sian finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He held the killing knife tightly against the opponent's neck and said in a deep voice: "Surrender, I will spare your life."
"Since you have failed, then you can kill me." Jiarou did not surrender, but closed his eyes, held his neck high, and said coldly.
While wiping the sweat from his forehead, He Sian persuaded patiently: "Failure is a way of death for you, surrender is a way of survival."
"There are only monk soldiers who died in battle, and there are no monk soldiers who surrendered." Jiarou remained unmoved and answered with his eyes closed.
He Sian continued to wipe the sweat from his forehead and continued to persuade: "I know that your defeat will only lead to death, but the security team can keep you safe. What's more, I respect you as heroes and will not embarrass you."
"You can win not because of your martial arts, but because of your weapons. Forget it, we have already failed anyway. Why don't you find these excuses? Why don't you kill me." Jia Zuo didn't know why when he mentioned He Sian's weapons, he was obviously not convinced. Completely forgetting that they are fighting with more than less.
He Sian knew that he was looking for reasons for his failure, so he nodded and agreed with the other party's view, and continued to persuade: "Exactly, you are very brave and a real man. After you surrender, I will arrange to treat the wounded. What else do you have?" Are you worried?"
"Everyone, our weapons are not as good as theirs, so we are bound to fail. Everyone, please surrender. The security team promised to treat us and give us a good way to survive." Jiarou thought for a while and said loudly to his men.
After saying this, he threw half of his sword on the ground to express his surrender.
Some monk soldiers surrendered, but some were still fighting.
Suddenly, these monk soldiers heard a sound and were startled.
Although they were still some distance away from He Sian, He Sian's voice was still in their ears.
What kind of microphone is this? It can transmit other people’s words to your ears so clearly.
"The security team can protect you and give you a way to survive. The security team respects you as heroes and will treat your wounded. Surrender, only the security team can save you." He Sian's voice seemed to ring in their ears.
Hearing the sound of this magical weapon that they had never heard before, these monk soldiers lost their fighting spirit and all threw away their weapons and surrendered.
Yi Shuitai wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but feel happy and relieved.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but some people were extremely anxious.
This person was none other than Wan Hongzhuang. He shouted loudly to He Sian: "Shi Chang, we have been fighting for so long, I wonder if the little lady still has time to save her?"
At this time, the joy of the security team who had just won the victory suddenly disappeared.
Why did they fight for a long time? The reason was to save that little Han lady.
It has been such a long time, I wonder if the Han lady can be saved?
Thinking of this, all the members of the patrol team looked at He Sian.
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