As the saying goes, an arrow pierces the clouds and thousands of troops come to meet you!
Zhou Tong's voice was like an arrow piercing the clouds.
Suddenly, hundreds of heroes poured out from behind the mountain, all wearing leather and paper armor, holding huge group cards with barbs on them, which was intimidating. Behind each man were twelve javelins, just like a peacock spreading its tail. , there are twelve flying knives hidden inside the group card, with vague murderous intent.
Leading this group of players are Xiang Chong, the "Eight-Armed Nezha", and Li Gun, the "Flying Great Sage". They are covered in heavy armor, each carrying a throwing knife and a javelin. One is dancing with an animal dough sign, and the other is dancing with a gold-painted ball. cards, rushing to the front side by side.
Wang Ding was surprised at first. Then he saw that the number of players in the group was still limited, and he thought to himself: "Well, they are all grass bandits as expected. They are so short-sighted. How many hundreds of players want to overwhelm my army? I am driving a horse team here." How can he withstand the charge?" So he charged with confidence.
Seeing the two armies rushing to a height of 20 or 30 feet, Li Gun shouted, took out his javelin from behind, and with just one throw, the spear flew straight into the sky, flew to a very high place, then turned and fell. The speed became faster and faster, with a whine, it pierced into the left chest of a member of Wang Ding's side, and the man and his horse fell to the ground.
Wang Ding was startled and saw the players throwing javelins one after another. Before the five hundred javelins hit the ground, another five hundred javelins were shot from behind. This momentum was even more terrifying than the usual arrow rain. , the power is also terrifying, and I don’t know how many people were knocked to the ground with spurs attached.
If it were ordinary officers and soldiers, just these few rounds of javelin would inevitably lead to a huge rout. Daming Mansion is full of frontier soldiers, waving their weapons and beating randomly, gritting their teeth and rushing in desperately, knowing in their hearts that once they get close, his javelin will be Hard to show off.
The officers and soldiers were hit by three or four rounds of javelin fire and forced to rush within ten feet. Unexpectedly, Xiang Chong let out a strange cry and released a gleaming flying knife from his hand. Wang Ding was shocked and couldn't cover himself. He quickly rolled off his horse and barely escaped with his life. , and luckily he was not trampled by the horses behind him.
When he stood up, he saw the players behind Xiang Chong pulling out flying knives from their cards and throwing them out with all their strength, creating streaks of cold light in the air.
These flying knives are not the three- to five-inch knives used by ordinary people in the world. The handles are one foot long. They have thick backs and thin blades. They are heavy and sharp. They can be thrown with all their strength and can penetrate armor. The horse army rushing in front is instantly Shooting them all over, leaving only empty horses running around.
The five hundred card players stood still and stood in several rows. Throwing knives fired like rain. The closer the Damingfu horse army rushed, the more people died. When they got closer, Xiang Chong and Li Gun He came forward with more than a hundred of the best warriors, avoiding the collision of horses, waving his regimental cards, and with a pull of his barb, he pulled the horsemen off their horses, dripping with blood.
The more agile cavalry soldiers slowed down their horses and hacked down from a high position. He then hooked his sword and spear with his regiment card, wielded his sword and short spear, and slashed and stabbed randomly. Throwing knives from behind kept coming, and he was carrying Hard to cover and hard to prevent.
At this point, the officers and soldiers finally couldn't hold on any longer. They shouted in unison, turned their horses and fled, causing the infantry to be thrown into chaos.
Seeing that the officers and soldiers were defeated, the players did not pursue them, but threw javelins again. The javelins kept flying down, killing people like cutting grass. The officers and soldiers became even more defeated, shouting loudly: "lost, defeated." There was a chaos. Escape from the road.
Seeing that the army was defeated, Li Cheng and Suo Chao did not dare to fight for a long time. They each made a feint, reined in their horses and fled back.
Shi Wengong and Li Cheng fought for dozens of times without ever taking advantage. Seeing the other side running away, Shi Wengong gently hung the painted halberd on the bird's wing ring, took out the iron bow, drew an eagle-feather arrow, bent the bow and nocked an arrow, and aimed at Li Cheng, There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "What the hell, King Li Tian, you are so loud, I want you to be the target of Shi Mou's arrow today."
The words fall, the fingers loosen, the bowstring vibrates, and the arrow pierces the sky.
Li Cheng was running away when his head suddenly shook, and a long arrow shot through his pocket and pierced his skull. Li Cheng endured the severe pain and ran away with the arrow. Suo Chao was shocked when he saw it. He quickly led his horse and blocked Li Cheng. behind.
Yang Zhi pursed his lips and whistled, and more than a thousand horse troops rushed out from behind Tushan. They were all good archers wearing light armor and carrying double bows. The leading general was Hua Rong.
Yang Zhi galloped into the team and rode alongside Hua Rong. He led the archers and cavalry in hot pursuit of the Damingfu soldiers and horses. He drew his bows and fired randomly. For a moment, arrows rained down like rain. The officers and soldiers behind him fell in rows, and those in front fell down in rows. He ran away more and more, and would rather die than look back.
Zhou Tong saw the beauty and thought to himself! I, Old Zhou, have made great achievements and served my brother today!
Rubbing his hands together, he opened his eyes and took a closer look. Suddenly he saw Wang Ding, the vanguard, snatching a horse and running away among the rebels. He was overjoyed, slapped the horse on his hip, and chased him out with a diagonal thrust, shouting like thunder. : "My dear friends, don't leave, and fight San Lily again with Grandpa Zhou!"
Pity that group of officers and soldiers, most of the cavalry was lost, and the rest were mixed with the infantry, and they couldn't run fast for a while. The arrows whizzed behind them, which made everyone panic like a headless fly.
Zhou Tong relied on the speed of his horse to rush into the formation. The horse stepped on the spear and killed seventeen or eight people in an instant. He was so majestic and murderous that he was as invincible as the reincarnation of the overlord. He killed Wang Dingshen by force. Side, stick out the gun and stab it.
Wang Ding originally had several generals beside him. When Zhou Tong came, they were like a flock of birds flying away in distress. Who dared to stay a step? They all slapped their horses and scattered, leaving Wang Ding so angry that he almost vomited blood. He waved his gun to stop the green sinking gun and gritted his teeth and said: "Don't rush people to catch up, and don't show off your pride! Mr. Zhou, you are forcing me like this. I Fight to the death with you!"
At that moment, he fought hard with Zhou Tong, and the sergeants came running behind him, avoiding both of them from a distance.
Although Zhou Tong is not a master, he has been riding in the green forest for many years. Not only his marksmanship, but his sharp eyesight is also the most vicious. Why didn't he stop Suo Chao? It is precisely because I know that although Wang Ding's marksmanship is better than mine, it is ultimately limited. The momentum is in my favor at this moment, so I am naturally fearless, shouting and fighting fiercely with Wang Ding.
For a moment, all the soldiers and horses of Daming Mansion passed by, but when they heard the sound of hoofbeats like drums, Yang Zhi and Hua Rong's bow cavalry galloped forward. Wang Ding was frightened, and his marksmanship became stiff. Suddenly, he heard Hua Rong shout: "Brother , Do you want Hua to lend a helping hand?" He was even more horrified, and couldn't help but turn his head to look, fearing that he would shoot a cold arrow.
At this moment, Zhou Tong's spear shot up and hit Wang Ding's arm hard. Wang Ding screamed and the weapon fell to the ground.
Zhou Tong was ecstatic. He twisted his waist and reached out his arms. He grabbed Wang Ding's belt and immediately lifted it up. He placed it horizontally in front of the saddle and galloped beside Hua Rong. He raised his head and smiled: "Hahahahaha! Thank you very much." Brother, you have good intentions! But the younger brother is just like picking something out of a bag, and there is no need to work for the older brother!"
After hearing this, Yang Zhi laughed and said, "This Wang Ding is a famous general in Daming Mansion. Brother Zhou captured this man easily today, and he lives up to his reputation as the 'Little Overlord'."
When Zhou Tong heard this, he suddenly thought: "I remember when I first joined my brother, we all drank and celebrated. During the dinner, my brother talked about ancient times. It was the Three Kingdoms at the end of the Han Dynasty. There was also a good man who was called the 'Little Overlord' because he faced the enemy in battle. , captured the enemy general alive, and when he returned to the formation, another enemy came to rescue him. He turned around and shouted, so frightened that he knocked his horse off his horse and fell to death. When he returned to the formation, he left the captured general behind, only to find that he had already been held hostage to death. So-called 'Take a general to death, drink a general to death', and from then on the reputation of bravery spread throughout the world..."
A magical thought appeared in his mind: "Why don't I follow suit and kidnap this general to death? Then I pretend I don't know, and when I meet my brother, I just throw it into the ground. Everyone will be amazed, spread the word, and teach others." The heroes of the world know that my title as 'Little Overlord', Zhou Tong, is not for nothing!"
Thinking of this, he put away the spear, picked up Wang Dinglai, stuffed it in his armpit, and carried it with all his strength.
Wang Ding was captured. He was originally discouraged and refused to resist. Unexpectedly, Zhou Tong behaved strangely and actually stuffed himself into his armpits and held him hostage. Although he was wearing thick clothes in winter, Zhou Tong went back and forth to lure the enemy into fighting. After sweating profusely, the pickled smell from his armpits spread through his clothes, making Wang Ding feel nauseous. He immediately said angrily: "You guys, what are you doing again?"
Seeing him screaming, Zhou Tong was afraid that Yang Zhi and Hua Rong would find out his plan, so he quickly used his strength again. Wang Ding was suffocated by him and started to curse more and more. Zhou Tong secretly wondered: "It's weird, how can I hold him captive?" Is this guy going to die? Could it be that my strength is no better than that little overlord in the late Han Dynasty?"
At that moment, he bent his arm, held his own arm with the other hand, and used all his strength to pull it away. As expected, Wang Ding rolled his eyes, suddenly joyful, and secretly shouted: "Death! Death!"
Wang Ding was choked by him and struggled desperately. Although Zhou Tong was very strong, he was not a hero like Sun Ce. He actually pulled out an arm and punched him in the nose, causing blood to flow from his nose. , his arms were slightly loose in his absence, Wang Ding took the opportunity to break away, and somehow twisted and sat behind Zhou Tong, his left arm strangled Zhou Tong's neck and exerted force, Zhou Tong suddenly gasped hard and panicked: "Death! Death!"
Hua Rong and Yang Zhi turned their heads in surprise and saw the situation clearly, with strange smiles on their faces.
There are different teachings: the lion's martial arts and bravery have been passed down through the ages, and the Handan disciple who is learning to walk humiliates himself. I saw my colleagues smiling happily, but I didn't know that I was suffering in my heart.
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