Wherever Zhang Wuji swung a spear, a bunch of people flew up, spilling countless blood in the air, using the spear as a stick, and the main attack method of the spear - thorn, was almost forgotten by him, but it was this simple back and forth swing that caused great damage to the Tartar front army. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The front army of the Tartars is composed of artillery, crossbowmen, and scouts, which can be described as the elite of the elite, but it is such an elite Under the impact of Zhang Wuji, although the formation is still complete, there is no way to deal with the invading enemy.

It was under this circumstance that Wei Yixiao rushed into the enemy camp, and the depressed and angry Tartar front army suddenly found an air outlet, and under the command of Mo Rigen, the left and right lines directly killed Wei Yixiao.

Wei Yixiao was even more depressed, the depressed Blue Winged Bat King was obviously not easy to mess with, the silver palm shadow flew over, and his body instantly rushed forward, leaving many soft and cold corpses in the straight line of his breakthrough, but it was a pity that the number of the Tartar army was too much, and the death of these people did not affect the size of the Tartar army at all, but more and more people rushed up, Wei Yixiao soon fell into a heavy encirclement, he could only flash and move in place to find a gap to attack, at this time, the keen sense of God gave him great help, Although there are spears and wielding scimitars in front of and on the left and right, under the supervision of the divine sense, all this is hidden.

Hou Cheng led the pro-guards to charge towards the enemy formation, the long-range attack in front of the enemy formation had been dispersed by Zhang Wuji and Wei Yixiao, the pressure they were facing was already very small, this time the impact was completely Hou Cheng's own initiative, he didn't get any orders, just because he didn't want to be a burden anymore, and he didn't want the pro-guards to just stand guard for the sect leader.

Chang Yuchun, who followed behind, noticed it at the first time, and he also appreciated the behavior of this big black man, and immediately shouted: "Chang Heizi, the sharp arrow formation, hang at the end of the arrow, don't fall behind." ”

Chang Yuchun's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Don't worry, brother, I always understand." ”

Seventeen people used simple light exercises to rush forward.

"Take the bow." Hou Cheng shouted.

He took the lead in taking off the big bow on his back while running, and the guards who followed behind him took off the big bow in silence and held it in his hand, but Chang Yuchun didn't have such equipment, so he could only watch it greedily.

"Sixty degrees, three shots." Hou Cheng gave his own order to attack.

Listening to the continuous sound of the "collapse" bow, sixteen sharp arrows flew out in the direction of the sixty-degree angle in front of them, Hou Cheng and the others didn't care whether it was a Tartar or a sect leader or a bat king in front of them, but quickly shot three rounds of sharp arrows.

"Flat fire, free fire." Hou Cheng ordered.

When the first arrow was shot forward, hitting the chest of a Tartar, the other fifteen people shot out the sharp arrows in their hands one after another, and the effect of the upward shot was not obvious, but the flat shooting, these people were all called marksmen, and they were all good in the army.

Guo Zixing and other middle-earth heroes in the second echelon also saw the shooting skills of the pro-guard team and applauded.

The Tartars, who were attacking around Wei Yixiao, were immediately startled by these rounds of bow and arrow shooting, and forty or fifty corpses fell in an instant, and they automatically turned around and rushed towards the guards without any orders from the general.

When they were still five zhang away from the enemy, Hou Cheng and the others carried the longbow to their backs almost at the same time, stretched out their left hand on the cassette on their chest, and a small shield with a radius of one foot fell off, holding the shield steadily in their left hand, and taking a small axe from their waist with their right hand, when they had already run more than two zhang after making these preparations, and seventeen small axes were thrown out in an instant.

The oncoming Tartar soldiers were hit by axes, and the sharp blades of the axes slashed deep into their bodies, and they fell to the battlefield in an instant.

Both sides were rushing, and even at the speed of the guards, they only had time to make a round of axe-throwing attacks, and as soon as the small axe was thrown, he drew his waist knife and slammed into the oncoming tartar.

"Brothers, you are really proficient in all kinds of weapons." Chang Yuchun's eyes lit up and praised loudly.

"You've won the prize, Chang Heizi, we'll only practice these few things." As Hou Cheng spoke, the shield in his left hand blocked the scimitar cut by a Tartar, and the waist knife in his hand slashed at the neck of a Tartar on the right, his head instantly flew away from his body, and his body rushed in, his left hand was supported, holding up the Tartar's scimitar and arm, and an elbow hit his chest from top to bottom, and a crisp sound of "click" came out, and the Tartar's mouth full of blood foam spurted out.

Hou Cheng took advantage of the situation, without checking the effect of his attack at all, and the sixteen guards stabbed into a depth of more than ten zhang in an instant like a sharp knife, clinging to Wei Yixiao's periphery.

"Hahaha, Hou Cheng, good job, kill." Wei Yi laughed and cheered for the performance of the pro-guards.

"Kill ......" The guards shouted loudly, Hou Chengcheng was an arrow, forming a straight line to kill forward, and the target was the object of their protection - Zhang Wuji.

Guo Zixing and other middle-earth heroes saw that their blood was spurting, and they rushed up with a scream, and they formed a battle formation and fought with the Tartars according to the good or bad relationship in their usual private.

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In the Tartar camp, Agu Buhua rode a horse to fight on a slightly higher plateau, since the beginning of the war, the clairvoyance in his hand has not been put down, Zhang Wuji danced the spear and rushed forward The first time it entered his eyes, and he secretly shouted in his heart at the moment: Li Bicheng's broken mouth has come true.

Sure enough, soon Mo Rigen's personal soldiers sent the news back, and Mo Rigen's judgment was the same as his.

"Congratulations to the general, General Hexi, if you win the Demon Sect Leader in this battle, the Holy Lord will definitely be greatly rewarded." Li Bicheng and other generals hurriedly congratulated.

Agu Buhua pretended to be excited, and said: "Tonight, be sure to take down this demon, rest assured, the credit is ours, and everyone has a share in the emperor's reward." ”

"General Xie."

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"Where is Li Bicheng?"

"The end will be here."

"Lead your army to pick it up, remember, this general only needs the head of the Demon Sect to advocate Mowgli."

"Obey, General." Li Bicheng was overjoyed in his heart, bowed down and retreated, and hurriedly dispatched his 3,000 Han troops to force the front army, his 3,000 Han troops were all riflemen, and they marched forward in a neat array of guns.

Agu Buhua's face was filled with a smile in his heart, but his heart was not easy, everything now was just a helpless refueling tactic, there were 50,000 male soldiers, but the enemy only had one person, even if he added those small miscellaneous fish behind, there were only a few hundred people, and he couldn't fight a large army at all.