Perhaps, such a scene is too beautiful and poignant, and the Wanquan Mountain mine protection team that came from afar immediately collapsed, like unrestrained sheep, running all over the river beach.

The entire river beach has become a carnival of Li Xunhuan, the sword god, and the shuttle boy.

The river was only about 100 meters away, and Steward Yan on the other bank took several people around him to fight back against the big stones on the river beach.

But after they fired the first shot, they were pulling the bolt and pushing the bullet to load, and three gun flames flashed immediately on the Ogang port across the river.

One is the water bead in Lu Qing's hand being launched.

The other two are the British carbine in the hands of the third brother and Lao Ha - the Lee Enfield rifle is shooting. Lee Enfield, known for his accuracy and rate of fire, is known as the British 77.

With a chirp, Shui Lianzhu lifted off the Heavenly Spirit Cover of the guards beside Steward Yan.

Bang, Bang, Ying Qiqi also made meritorious contributions, and Steward Yan took the four people who crossed the river, and this wave of souls took away three people.

One of the remaining brothers cowered behind a large rock, shivering. I don't dare to say anything.

Steward Yan was also frightened, although the river was only about 100 meters away, but such a quasi-head was still too fucking bluffing.

Steward Yan's intestines were all repentant.

The bustard woman who was watching the fire from the other side was also frightened by the unilateral slaughter on the other side. She decided

The distance is getting closer, and I see a high-headed horse riding a water, fat and strong, oily and smooth coat, which is really a rare horse in the south.

The most striking thing is that there is a knight inside, who is actually wearing a long robe, handsome and elegant, and is clearly a foreign student who is studying.

A discerning person can see at a glance, which big family's son and young master must be traveling? This is a hundred miles away...... The well-informed Uncle You, with a roll of his eyes, immediately judged that this was the horse team of the Lengshuikeng Locke family.

It's just that Uncle You's familiar with this cold puddle of the Luo family. If you can use such a big formation in front of you, I'm afraid that you have to be the young master under the name of Old Man Luo. However, Uncle You also knows that the old man Luo is also the young master of the few sons, and the most outstanding of them, in addition to the famous Luo butcher, is the eldest lady and gentleman who teaches in the provincial girls' school...... The others are either full of brains or weak personalities, and they all sit in a sedan chair on their shoulders in and out, and they are rarely so heroic.

This sandwich estuary goes from south to north, east to west, where is this cavalry going?

Between thoughts, there are many rides, and the time has come to the front.

If you want to put aside the ordinary horse and mule team, this windmill and the armor team that is accustomed to being a good fortune, will certainly stop and question one or two, and must not rob some horses and guns, annex some goods and gold, and extort some money at the worst...... However, at this time, Laiqi shouted loudly and rushed at a violent speed, simply looking at the armor guards on the road as if there was nothing.

While everyone was shocked, their hearts were on fire, and when they saw that the horse team was approaching, they were afraid of being trampled on, so they hurriedly avoided it.

The first three horsemen shouted, and took the lead in beating their horses and driving past them, bringing up a gust of wind and a few clouds of smoke.

Immediately, among the three of them, there was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child, but he was also fierce and light, with a proud expression, and his immature face was about to rise to the sky.

The eleventh and twelfth horsemen in the back came one after another, but when they came to the front of the armor team, they reined in and stopped their horses one after another, and showed their guys one after another.

One of the riders turned the horse's head, and the man urged the horse extremely rudely, and went straight to Uncle You. Until the breath of the horse's nose was covered by Uncle You's face, he still didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

Uncle You, who retreated to the side of the road and was blocked by a big rock, knew that the comer was not good at this time, but he also knew that when it came to this point, he couldn't avoid it. He looked up, and two cold rays of light shot at the knight on his horse viciously.

I saw that the man immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Uncle, what a coincidence, we actually bumped into each other here." Uncle You couldn't help but be surprised, and immediately this person was clearly the man who participated in the gambling and lost at noon yesterday, and then fled.

Looking at each other, Uncle You's heart was suddenly cold to the toenails.

"Put your guns down!"

Immediately, a group of knights raised their fellows and shouted one after another.

Several armor guards on the left and right bowed down one after another, and abandoned their guns on the ground one after another.

"Don't drop your gun, get it up, fuck it." Uncle Youshu gave an order, but at this moment, a huge electric light suddenly exploded in front of his eyes.

With a "boom", he felt as if his knee had been hit by a hammer and burst open.

"Ah~ohhehe~" Uncle Youshu couldn't support his body anymore, and fell to the ground wailing.

His glasses fell off, his vision blurred and cloudy, and he instinctively crawled back to get out of danger.

However, whether it was the speed at which he turned or the speed at which he crawled, it was too slow and too slow, and the trail was close to the speed of a turtle.

Amazingly, he still completed this magnificent turn, crawling with the other three intact limbs, dragging a long, mud-and-dust path of blood behind him.

The intense pain made Uncle You's senses extremely sensitive, and he clearly heard that not far behind him, the voice of the man just now sounded again: "Damn, these scum are fraudulent, brothers, don't be fooled, shoot quickly!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the gunshots rang out like popping beans, and in the midst of the tragic wails, the thugs of the Windmill Pass Armor Team and the gambling house crouched in the dust of the mud and gravel, struggling and rolling desperately.

"Chicken nest, those who surrender will not die!"

"Commander Xie, they surrendered! I wanted to plot against you just now! ”

"Huh? You dare to plot against me, so what are you waiting for........."

- Bang bang!

The sound of horses' hooves came from behind itself, and Uncle Youshu climbed faster. He never knew he could climb so fast.

But soon he had to stop.

Because, his broken leg has been trampled by a horse's hoof.

"Ah~" He never knew that the farrier could be so sharp, it was embedded in the wound, it almost seemed to step on the whole leg, he couldn't help but howl bitterly.

The horse's hooves then stepped on his ass and waist, and he could clearly hear the disjointed sound of his own spine.

When the horse's hooves stepped on the vest, it finally stopped.

The huge stampede force made Uncle Youqing can't help but open his mouth wide, he can't help but open his arms, and he can't help but open his palms, and the ultimate goal seems to be to make his lean ten fingers, which are accustomed to touching the abacus beads, open as much as he can in a spasmodic state, to imitate the peacock to open the screen.

Bang!

The peacock's screen feather was broken.

Bang, bang!

The screen feathers of the peacock opened the screen and broke two.

Bang... Uncle Youshu fainted.

In his remaining consciousness, he finally felt the horse's hooves retreat. Fortunately, after a while, the remaining consciousness told him that if he wanted to survive, he had to keep climbing!

He immediately put it into action.

Fleshy palms stretched forward alternately, dragging his severed central nervous body, struggling to crawl the way he had come.

Unbeknownst to him, a helmet-shaped stone had been placed on his back, like a tortoise shell.

Such an image makes his blood-colored crawling a layer of humor.

Crawling is unique.

…

Steward Yan, who crossed the river with a few cronies, was the first among the people who came with him to notice that things were not good.

As soon as he jumped off the raft and onto the beachhead, there was a dense sound of gunfire behind him.

Looking back, Le Wantong's men and horses fell one after another under the fire of the guns, horizontal and vertical.

However, it was clear that none of the parts where they had been shot were critical, and they immediately let out a terrible howl as they tossed and turned.

On the river beach, the yellow sand rolled for a while.

The mine protection team, which escorted a group of young people away, immediately became the second target.

The light horses rushed forward, and the sand and dust on the river beach were rising.

There were no gunshots.

There was no firefight.

The light cavalry pressed up, and the most daring squad leader had just raised his gun when he was hit in the cheek with a throwing knife.

Then, the flying horse swept by, and a oxtail knife from the former Qing Dynasty, shining with cold light, slashed across his neck, and flew a touch of scarlet, bright and gorgeous in the sun.

Perhaps, such a scene is too beautiful and poignant, and the Wanquan Mountain mine protection team that came from afar immediately collapsed, like unrestrained sheep, running all over the river beach.

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