"Stone-throwing. Yan Li's face was full of coldness.

"Lao Pei is still down there......" Wang Chuan frowned.

Yan Li's gaze flickered and fell on him: "Execute my orders, Captain." ”

Wang Chuanru was stabbed by the ice blade, frowned deeply, hesitated for a moment, and shouted: "Throwing stones!"

Give the order, and the soldiers who have been waiting for a long time will immediately push down the rocks on the cliff.

Xishan camp has been idle for ten years, and the reserves of gravel are not much, but each piece is the size of a calf, and only such a large gravel can pose a threat to the wasteland, and a little smaller, they are all discarded by Yanli.

The calf-sized boulder rolled down, and the earth trembled.

A desolate man happened to climb a hurdle, and was crushed and rolled down by the rocks that fell from the sky, I don't know if he was unlucky or what, he was smashed into the middle of his head, and his brains burst out, and three or five desolate people along the way were affected.

The screams of the desolate people are no different from others, they are also the same voices that can't help but be made because of the severe pain, because the desolate people obviously did not envision the resistance of the Xishan battalion, they originally thought it was an overwhelming battle, how could they expect that the Xishan battalion would dare to fight with them. Therefore, there were heavy casualties under the stone array, and hundreds of desolate people died at once.

Azari, who was in the middle of the formation, twitched his cheeks slightly, and suddenly let out a low roar. A shadow immediately sprang out from behind him, tall and strong, but with the agility of a cheetah, and everywhere he passed, the stones were shattered into powder.

He made a roundabout kick in the air, kicking a stone that had just fallen, and then landed, his whole body shook, and a dark wave of light came out of him, and several stones that smashed into him were instantly torn apart.

He glanced up at the soldier on the edge of the cliff who was pushing the rock, crouched down with his legs, and then the whole person ejected as if it were loaded with a spring, using his body as a weapon, and roared into the cliff.

"I've been a shooter for so many years, but I've never seen a stupid guy dare to expose his eggs in front of Uncle Ben. ”

Pei Qianlai's lewd voice rang out.

In inverse proportion to his obscene voice, it was a poignant sounding of chasing souls and killing people.

A short arrow shot out of nowhere, and struck the desolate warrior's crotch with lightning speed, sinking deep into it, and then a popping sound was heard, like a popping sound caused by the touch of saltpeter and fire oil, but it was very slight.

The very slight explosion made the desolate man's face change dramatically, his eyeballs bulged out, and his mouth could swallow several duck eggs, but he couldn't spit out any sound in his throat.

There is a kind of pain in this world, which is inherently silent, as long as it is a man, it is impossible not to understand.

Everyone involuntarily tightened their crotches.

Then the desolate warrior fell from mid-air, fell halfway up the slope, like a snake with its head cut off, writhing and struggling in place for a moment, and then never moved again.

This is definitely the first desolate warrior in history to be shot in the crotch of his pants and die, and he died in such a strange and ridiculous way before he could exert two percent of his strength, it can really be said that he is not blind to death.

Wang Chuan and Hu Bugui glanced at each other, their faces were indescribably shocked. Others may still be able to laugh, but the two of them know deeply that even Zhao Ting, the strongest marksman of the Dragon Descending Legion, will never be able to shoot the desolate warrior with a short bow when he moves, not to mention that the crotch is the key point among the key points, which may not cause death, but it will definitely make people feel painful.

Pei Qianlai's archery skills, as well as his ability to break through the wilderness, all surprised the two.

Wang Chuan glanced at the cliff opposite, and said to Yan Li: "The stone is used up. ”

"Throw the oil in the fire, the archers prepare. Yan Lidao.

Wang Chuan frowned, but this time he didn't speak, and directly waved his hand and ordered: "Throw fire oil, the archers prepare!"

Azari was so angry that his whole face was shaking, and the scars on his face were crawling like centipedes, and he looked disgusting and terrifying.

He uttered a desolate language in a deep voice, and among the desolate warriors behind him, two more immediately came out, aiming directly at Pei Qianlai.

These two obviously hated Pei Qianlai to the extreme, because it was the two of them who died under his arrow, and the three brothers all had the same speed as a cheetah, especially the third one was the fastest, and the one who died was the boss, the slowest speed, but the most courageous, suitable for charging into battle.

The third is the fastest and suitable for assassination. Because he had the best relationship with the boss, when the boss died, he had red eyes, and when he got the order, he directly threw off the second child and rushed over as fast as he could.

With Pei Qianlai's cultivation, of course, he couldn't even capture his shadow, but he had a sharp intuition that was born as a shooter, and he almost didn't look at it, he released an arrow out of thin air, and kept moving his direction.

With his naked eye, he saw that the arrow suddenly deviated a little, and he was overjoyed, knowing that he had hit his target.

The third desolate man really showed his figure, and after he fell, he hurriedly checked the wound on his shoulder. He dodged very quickly, the arrow only scratched the skin, and the arrow was quenched with a poison against the courage, which would make the muscles sore, and could not gather the courage, but it was only a bruise, so the poison was not deep.

He finally knew that this little old man, who seemed to be able to pinch to death casually, was not a prey that could be caught by his hands, but a hunter, and he became the prey of the other party.

Among the three brothers, he was the smartest, and naturally understood that calmness was the first element, so he calmed down, and he deliberately stopped in place, pretending to be physically exhausted, luring the other party to attack while waiting for the support of the second brother.

Pei Qianlai is such a cunning person, he understood the other party's plan at a glance, and he smiled coldly: "Okay, send you on the road first!"

As he spoke, he touched the quiver on his waist, but his face changed, and then turned into a wry smile. Among the quivers, there are only two left, and no matter how skilled the archery is, if there are no arrows to shoot, it will be almost the same as the fish on the board. Moreover, this is not an ordinary arrow, it is the belongings he has worked hard to accumulate in the past few years, and an arrow can take away a life.

He took out the last of his arrows, put them on his short bow, and rushed towards the third desolate man.

The third desolate man was first overjoyed, thinking that the other party had taken the bait, and then he was shocked, because just when he wanted to move, he was suddenly shot in the chest, and at this moment he finally knew where he was wrong, the other party could even shoot the boss, wouldn't it be a good target to stop in place?

It was too late to regret at this moment, or rather, before he could regret it, his head was pierced by another arrow. The desolate warriors who have lost their courage should be in a vulnerable place, and they are no different from humans.

The two arrows were shot almost front and back, that is, Pei Qianlai did not leave one for the other desolate warrior.

Losing two brothers in succession, the second desolate man's eyes were split, and he let out a furious roar, and rushed towards Pei Qian regardless of it. Of course, when he rushed over, he saw that Pei Qianlai's quiver was empty.

Pei Qianlai was about to rush up to fight him hand-to-hand, using the last remnants of his life, even if he bites, he will bite off a piece of meat on the other party.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and when he looked up, he saw the oil poured down, he bared his teeth and smiled, and shouted: "Brothers, see you in the next life!"

After speaking, he jumped up violently, and took the initiative to face the oil oil.

Before the second desolate man could react, he was hugged by Pei Qianlai, who was full of hot oil.

"Shoot me!" Pei Qian turned around and roared.

Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and shouted, "Release the arrow!"

A rocket streaks across the sky like a meteor.

The flames engulfed them, one entangled, one rolling, one laughing, one screaming.

At this moment, Yan Li couldn't tell whether he was repaying his kindness or serving the country. If it is to repay his kindness, why should he be so impassioned, and if it is to repay the country, there are many means that are more valuable than death.

However, Yan Li knew one thing, and the only one, no matter what other means, it was not as strong as the one in front of him.

"What's his name?" Ji Paper Kite came over at some point, with a hint of sadness in her beautiful eyes.

"The dead are for forgetting. Yan Li said lightly.

Ji Paper Kite said seriously: "I will not forget." ”

Yan Li glanced at her and said, "His name is Pei Qianlai, and he is a very ordinary person among the thousands of people you guard. But he certainly has an unusual story, which unfortunately we can't hear. ”

Ji Paper Kite said: "Now do you still think that it is worthless to protect them?"

Yan Li didn't speak, because the desolate warrior who was engulfed in the fire did not die.

Pei Qianlai has been completely burned to charcoal, but the desert warrior did not die, he actually gradually adapted to the high temperature in the process of burning, and at the first time when Pei Qianlai could not move, he pulled him off his body and tore him into pieces like anger.

And let out a furious roar towards the people on the cliff.

His whole body was still burning, and it looked like a demon bathed in flames that had crawled out of the abyss.

"Lao Pei!"

Sun Lei, who was handsome and dark-skinned, let out a mournful roar, and was the first to rush down from the cliff.

He strode desperately on the cliff, almost as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he reached the top of the desolate man's head, and the long sculpture in his hand, like a great mallet, slammed into his head.

This blow contained all the strength of Sun Lei, coupled with the power of charge and grief, and the head of the second desolate man was shattered.

Wang Chuan took the opportunity to say: "Release the arrow!"

Rockets rained down, oil ignited, thousands of desolate people were burned, and there was a lot of dead grass in the forest, they had no courage to protect their bodies, and they died in a short time in a terrible scream.

Azari jerked away the desolate man in front of him and took a big step forward.

His feet fell to the ground, like a mammoth, the earth shook violently, and the light waves visible to the naked eye stretched out in all directions, and the flames within a hundred zhang were instantly extinguished.

"Kill!"

As Azari drank wildly, the desolate people stepped on the corpses of their own people and continued to press forward.

At this moment, the Xishan camp had run out of stones and fire oil, and they had no weapons that could stop the advance of the desolate people except their bodies.