Chapter 884: Is this the Yang family gun or the Luo family gun

"Die!"

The middle-aged Huns were like a madman, and when they stepped forward, they stabbed at Fusu and the sweaty BMW.

"You? You? You? You madman! ”

Fusu was a little in a hurry, complaining while coping.

It seems like! It's like they're very familiar with each other.

Really! Where is there such a war?

This, this, this? Crazy dogs? Come up and bite?

The other party is a special long-handled spear, much longer than Fusu's long-handled machete.

People rely on the advantage of length to always keep a distance from you. He can hurt you, but you can't.

Your weapons are short, and you can't reach the opponent's men and horses at all.

Fusu was helpless, so he had to run while blocking.

But! The middle-aged Huns have combat experience, and they always hold you back. And! Always keep a certain distance.

It's true! Never give up, always take the initiative to attack you, let you passively accept.

"This? This? This? That's not the way to go, is it? ”

Fusu grumbled in annoyance as he blocked.

But! It doesn't help.

The opponent's weapons are not only long, but also very powerful.

The other party will make a single move: straight stab! Non-stop stabbing! Pierce quickly.

It's such a simple move, but you can't solve it. And! Danger at all times.

"No! Lao Tzu can't be so passive! ”

Fusu blocked while thinking of a way.

In the face of the opponent's strong attack, he couldn't use it even if he had a way.

The opponent's speed is too fast, and you only have the ability to parry but have no time to fight back.

In terms of the speed of the horse, other people's horses are stronger than yours, and they crush their own horses to the death.

What made Fusu unbelievable was that the other party's horse was still a mare.

It looks like it didn't take long to give birth to a foal.

There is also milk on top of the mare's breastfeeding.

No! Maybe it's sweat! Sweaty BMW! The sweat that came down was red, like blood.

And his own sweaty BMW, it seems that after seeing this black sweaty BMW mare, he is much more obedient.

No way? Is it my horse's mother?

Won't it? Such a coincidence?

No matter how many you have, run if you can!

Fusu is generally blocking and running as much as he can.

That's all! has a chance to distance the two.

Only the long-handled spears of the middle-aged Huns could not pierce their own people and horses, and they had a chance to fight back.

How to fight back?

Fusu already had a plan in his heart.

Under his skillful maneuvering, he finally had a chance to distance himself from the middle-aged Huns, and the opponent's spears could not pierce his own people and horses.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fusu pulled out an arrow from his back and held it in his hand.

In the process of running, he found a suitable opportunity to throw an arrow at the middle-aged Huns.

"Ahh

Seeing this, the middle-aged Huns were slightly surprised.

But! What is this little carving insect skill?

He dodged the first arrow, and when the second one came, he caught it with a casual stroke.

He didn't throw it down, and threw it back to Fusu with a backhand.

Fusu was prepared, swinging his knife and swatting the arrow down. And then! Flee.

There is no way! I really can't beat people!

"Want to run?"

Seeing this, the middle-aged Huns accelerated up again.

It's just a matter of one, two, three, and I got Fusu on it.

But! He wasn't the same as before: parallel.

Right now! He was stabbing Fusu's horse's buttocks.

"Ahh Yes! Yes! ……”

Fusu exclaimed as he waved his machete to block.

Nima Di! You've met your opponent! I really met my opponent.

Seeing Fusu's defeated appearance, Peng Zhou, who was sitting cross-legged in the void of the heart realm, couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha!"

"Fusu! You also have today! ”

"Or else! You don't know how thick the sky is! ”

"Hey, hey, hey! Good! Good! ”

Peng Zhou not only did not help Su, but also gloated on the side to watch the excitement.

Fusu didn't know the existence of the ancestor at all, and he didn't know that the ancestor not only didn't help Su, but also gloated and watched the excitement on the side. If you knew? The lungs will be fried.

"There it is!"

All of a sudden! Fusu had a way to break the spear.

The old ancestor seemed to have told him: The best way to deal with this kind of long-handled weapon, a weapon that cannot be approached, is: knock! Die!

What is a dead knock?

That is: find the right opportunity, slap it with all your might, and shoot the opponent's weapon away.

The opponent's weapon is long, but! You can't do it without enough strength. If you do your best, the whole person will be floating and rootless.

So! The way to crack him is to knock the opponent's weapon flying.

There are no weapons, and you still have a hair? The battle was lost.

Thinking of this, Fusu stopped running and suddenly stopped Mahler and turned his head. And then! Facing the middle-aged Huns, he took the initiative to attack and swept over with a knife.

Where did the middle-aged Huns take Fusu, a half-grown boy, seriously, and counterattacked with a horizontal pendulum.

Fusu clamped the stomach of the sweaty BMW, and the sweaty BMW seemed to understand Fusu's meaning, and pasted it to the side of the middle-aged Huns.

"Whew! Oh! ”

The middle-aged Huns' black horse roared twice, and also stepped aside, as if he knew what the other party meant?

The distance between the two was close, and Fusu had a chance to fight back. Therefore! The two of them have a fight.

With a way to deal with long weapons, Fusu brought out his true strength.

The middle-aged Huns were greatly surprised to see that the long weapon did not work, but instead became a burden.

Nima Di! Who the hell is this teenager? Why is it so powerful? Is this still the prince of Qin?

This is the god of war!

In the vast desert, there were only two people left in a fierce battle.

Under the gallop of two sweaty BMWs, the yellow sand rolled up. Under the action of the wind, the scene quickly became hazy, as if a sandstorm was coming.

After a while, the people on the periphery couldn't see the two of them.

Fusu and the middle-aged Huns were all in the rolling up yellow sand fog.

"What about people?"

"What about people!"

General Meng Tian came over with a vanguard team.

"There! There's someone fighting there! The deputy commander pointed to the yellow sand mist not far away and said.

After the deputy commander withdrew according to Fusu's wishes, he found that Prince Fusu had not returned.

In a hurry, he killed again.

That's when it happened! General Meng Tian came over with a vanguard team.

The two soldiers and horses joined together and killed them.

Are you kidding? There were more than 1,000 Huns, and Prince Fusu was alone. As long as Prince Fusu is trapped by the Huns, he will definitely die.

"Kill!"

It was at this time! The large forces of the Huns were killed.

"Fight!" Seeing this, General Meng Tian ordered very calmly.

After the main army faced the Hun army, he himself killed it in the yellow sand mist.

With his abilities, not many Huns were his opponents yet.

Seeing this, several personal guards hurriedly followed!

"General Meng!"

"General!"

"Kill!" Meng Tian replied.