Ma Rulong's eyes were completely red, he picked up the iron gun on the ground and rushed over alone.
Weapons like guns have to be opened and closed, swinging one by one. Ma Rulong is also the best at taking on a group of people. When he was fighting with the dealers just now, he was restrained. He knocked down so many people, and one third of them were accidental injuries.
Everyone knows that Ma Rulong, the second eldest son of the Ma family, is born with supernatural powers and has never met an opponent whether it is on foot or on horseback.
The previous dynasty had performed martial arts several times and took the lead in charging. One person could kill dozens of people without leaving a single piece of armor behind. Wherever the iron gun was swept, no one was seriously injured and fell off their horse.
When they started fighting, Ma Rulong still had some strength and used a wooden stick. Now he saw Uncle Qin and others running out of his village. In addition, the eldest nephew was beaten to the point of being beaten, leaving no room for him.
Seeing Ma Rulong rushing over alone, Uncle Qin and others showed no expression on their faces.
Two horse ropes were thrown from behind Uncle Qin, and when they were swept away by the iron gun, they wrapped around the head of the gun.
Uncle Qin was like a clone of Hui Ying. Four people suddenly came out from behind him and tied up the horse's rope. As he ran, he threw the other end of the rope to his companions.
Uncle Qin, with his old arms and legs, just jumped, not high, less than half a meter, and hit him with his right fist.
Ma Rulong raised his spear to block, and it should have been able to block it. Unexpectedly, the iron spear suddenly fell, and it turned out that it was pulled by the horse rope.
This punch hit Ma Rulong right in the face, and Teng Teng took three steps back, with blood flying from his nose.
Ma Rulong had never suffered such a big loss after debuting for so many years. He immediately knew that even bigger losses were yet to come.
The ropes were thrown over one after another. Including Uncle Qin, there were thirteen people in total. Two horse ropes were wrapped around the iron gun, and four ropes were wrapped around Ma Rulong. The eight people holding the ropes began to run in a circle with Ma Rulong as the center. .
Everything happened in a flash of lightning. Ma Rulong had never seen this kind of fighting method before. He was caught off guard and howled like Yu Shinoda. The more he struggled, the tighter he was.
After his calf was also entangled, Ma Rulong fell down. What made him even more angry was that Uncle Qin didn't pay attention to him at all. He picked up the iron gun on the ground and without even looking at him, he attacked the horses from behind. Households.
It would be fine if it was just Uncle Qin who ignored him. The same was true for everyone else. Only the two of them grabbed the rope and crossed it several times before rushing forward like a dead dog.
Ma Rulong's back was burning as he was being dragged along, and he couldn't break free even with all his strength.
Ma Laoer was too careless. With his ability, he would never have ended up like this if he had not underestimated the enemy. Unfortunately, he underestimated the enemy too much. He thought that the servants of Han Mansion were just like other disabled old soldiers who had taken off their armor. It’s just a matter of understanding the battle formation and coordinating the advance and retreat in an orderly manner.
I have to say that for these servants of the Han family who are physically disabled and strong-willed, their appearance is too deceptive.
It's not that all of Lao Han's personal guards are disabled, nor does it mean that whoever is disabled is brought back, but they have experienced countless battles and bloody battles, leaving them with injuries and injuries, and none of them have been with him for several years or more.
Even the personal guards went into battle and were injured. You can imagine how brutal the battle these people have experienced, which left them with lifelong disabilities.
The military trains on weekdays, and what they practice is to follow the army to kill the enemy, that is, drill.
The guards practice on a daily basis, practicing charging into battle, breaking out of encirclement, and cutting through enemy formations.
Even though there were only about twenty people, they rushed from behind and formed two battle formations like bulldozers on the battlefield.
People cooperate with each other tacitly, and the same is true for two battle formations. Fighting one person is still a battle formation, and fighting a group of people is still a battle formation.
As the Han family servants rushed in from behind, Majiazhuang Hu, who had the numerical advantage, was attacked from both sides. The most embarrassing thing was naturally Ma Rulong, who was dragged by two running Han family servants. He had never been so humiliated in his life, being dragged here. Afterwards, it was as if everyone hated him, and everyone who saw him would go up and kick him.
Moreover, the two servants were not dragging him to the battlefield, but running towards Han You.
This is the daily drill subjects of Han Bairen's personal guards, killing generals and capturing flags.
During the difficult years when Lao Han was in the army, he rarely participated in large-scale corps operations, and he never commanded an army of hundreds of thousands or hundreds of thousands. However, Lao Han liked the excitement of using small things to make a big difference, with elite Kill them from the rear or the two wings, and directly kill the general and commander.
When the two servants dragged Ma Rulong over and ran over, Han You was dumbfounded.
"Is Ma Laoer such a good person?"
Ma Rulong was filled with grief and anger: "Han You, I and you are at odds with each other!"
Zhou Yan rolled up his sleeves and kicked him, kicking and scolding: "You deserve it, I made you apologize so stupidly, I made you admit your mistake, I asked you to pay compensation, I will kick you to death, ya ya ya..."
How could a child have any strength? Ma Rulong still scolded: "Sooner or later, I will divide you into five cents..."
A short knife was placed on Ma Rulong's neck.
There were only four fingers holding the knife. A servant of the Han family who couldn't even pronounce Han You's full name had no emotion in his eyes. The handle of the knife held by the four fingers was motionless and as stable as a rock.
"Say one more word and die!"
The servants of Han Mansion were expressionless and looked at Ma Rulong with cold eyes.
Ma Rulong's scalp was numb. He had no doubt that if he said one more word, the cold blade would really cut across his neck.
"Are you good at spanking? It's useless if you know how to spank."
Han You was extremely proud: "You have to talk about power when you come out to hang out, you idiot."
After kicking Ma Rulong on the butt, Han You shouted in the distance: "Keep beating until you subdue him. How dare you steal my fat..."
Before the word "zao" could be shouted out, another group came running over.
Han You's pupils shrank suddenly.
The group of people in the distance were not "running", but chasing. The person being chased was Wang Hai, and the person chasing him was obviously not a member of the Ma family.
There were more than a hundred people with disheveled hair and bare upper bodies, many with dreadlocks, and various bells tied to their whips. The most important thing was that among this group of people, there were more than ten people holding sharp knives and scimitars.
Once a weapon is used and blood is seen, the nature of the matter changes.
Han You's attention was not on the knife, but on the costumes of this group of people.
Han You's expression changed drastically as he stared intently: "Prairie people?!"
Wang Hai shouted while running this way: "Young Master, there are many prairie people and many sick horses. There is indeed something fishy in Ma's Village."
Ma Rulong's face was full of panic, and he was twisting uneasily.
Things have developed in a direction that Han You did not expect. Using swords and not using them are completely different concepts. Seeing the group of grassland people chasing Wang Hai and killing him, the mutation regenerated.
On the official road, from behind Han You, there were sounds of shouting and killing.
A group of similarly shirtless men rushed over. There were more than forty people carrying shovels, grabbing iron drills, and wielding sledgehammers. The leader was Ji Ying, a master craftsman from the Ministry of Industry.
Brother Kun had an iron drill in his left hand and a chisel in his right hand. The others were similar. They basically used one hand and one tool, killing each other from both sides. Everywhere he passed was filled with screams.
A punch or a kick may not be able to maim a person, but these home improvement tools can definitely cause thousands of injuries with just one sound, and can break dozens of good legs in the blink of an eye.
Ji Ying waved his iron sword: "Brothers, come with me and kill these idiots!"
The scene was completely out of control.
Han You's grin made him feel ashamed when he saw the venom.
The horse turned its head like a dragon, and its face was ashen.
