Chapter 170 Killing Slaves (3) Please pay attention to the Weibo of 孑 and not 2

A thick claw poked over, and the stench immediately turned to blood, and the Hun who had climbed up the mountain let out a terrible cry and rolled down from the mountain bag.

It is estimated that he will not be able to forget the extremely hideous tiger head he saw just now when he goes to hell.

The Huns with the iron sword urged the war horses, slammed left and right in the group of squirts, and flew around with stumps and broken arms everywhere they went.

Those guards with rich combat experience rushed towards the Xiongnu generals one after another, and the Zhou family general shouted hoarsely: "Kill him!" We have reinforcements! ”

The Hun general laughed, the iron sword in his hand was simply too suitable for him, this thing killed people like chopping melons and vegetables, and the bronze knives of the Huns could not be compared with it at all.

Seeing that his subordinates had also crossed the carriage barrier, his iron sword swung even more powerfully.

The old guard saw that the iron sword of the Hun general was about to be cut to his forehead, and his eyes closed and he blocked it with the long sword in his hand.

The iron sword of the Huns fell on his sword, but there was not much strength, and he opened his eyes in surprise, but found that the Hun general was urging the war horse hard, and when he looked down, he found that Zhang Lian was lying on the ground, holding one of the Hun general's war horse hooves with both hands, and crying while vomiting blood: "Kill him!" ”

Zhou Hong's eyes seemed to be a little red, his right hand had been abolished, and he simply ignored it, opened his arms, ignoring the long sword that stabbed over and slammed into the body of the Hun general.

The Hun general finally lost his seat on his horse, and rolled off his horse with a howl. The Zhou guards screamed, and he could see very clearly that the long sword of the Huns pierced the body of the little master.

At this time, he could no longer care about commanding the battlefield, jumped out from behind the carriage, raised his sword and stabbed.

Grabbing the blade of his sword with one hand, the Hun smirked and pushed Zhou Hong, who was lying on top of him, with one hand holding the guard's long sword, even if he donated blood for a long time, he didn't care.

A gentleman howled out from under the carriage, his weapon had long been lost, but he jumped on the back of the Hun general, opened his mouth and bit the fellow's neck, no matter how much the Huns struggled, they could not shake off this fellow like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Then, another stumbling jumped out, until the Hun was overwhelmed by the sea of people.

Yun Lang shot out fifteen iron feather arrows, and only the last one was left on the iron arm crossbow, his head was dizzy, and in the shortest time, he used the iron arm crossbow five times, which was far beyond the limit of what he could bear.

Forcefully pulling the crossbow machine, he shot the last iron feather arrow into the chest of a Hun who was about to rescue their general.

Then he threw away his iron-armed crossbow, raised his spear and shouted, and rushed down from the mountain bag, and at this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that if he continued like this, he would probably die.

Everyone was fighting to the death, and the horsemen clumsily revolved around the Hun cavalry with their long swords, and although there were always companions killed by the Huns, they always found an opportunity to kill the horsemen who did not move.

Yun Lang's spear stabbed diagonally through the waist ribs of a Hun cavalryman, and the sharp spear went deep into the guy's chest, Yun Lang did not dare to let go, and pushed the spear forward until he pushed the Hun off the war horse.

The huge human ball suddenly dispersed, and the Hun staggered up from the pile, one eye hanging outside the eye socket, and the two ears were long gone, he pulled out a long sword from a corpse, and when he was about to stab it, one hand hugged his arm holding the sword, and soon, many hands were wrapped around his body, so that his majestic body had to fall again.

Yun Lang listened to a gust of wind blowing behind his head, and when he looked back, he found that the tiger's whole body pounced on a Hun cavalryman holding a copper knife, and after a tooth-aching creak, the hand holding the copper knife fell.

Yun Lang stabbed the spear out with his backhand, an action he had to repeat two thousand times a day, so he was very skilled.

The bronze knife of the Huns hit the spear and swung the spear, Yun Lang let go of the spear, a short spear appeared in his hand, the arm was slightly bent, and the spear was used to the neck of the Huns' war horse, the war horse neighed and fell to the ground, and three or four horsemen with various weapons pressed on the Huns' body.

Yun Lang's left shoulder was numb severely, this place had just been stabbed, because it was protected by armor, the copper knife was bounced up, but the strong strength of the Huns still acted on his body.

The tiger roared, and a feathered arrow was stuck in its shoulder blade, which caused the tiger to be even more angry, and abandoned the Hun whose head had been ravaged by him, and threw a somersault at the Hun who was holding a bow and arrow and placing cold arrows on the periphery.

Yun Lang staggered two steps to help the tiger, but the stars in front of him were in chaos, he bit the tip of his tongue, unloaded the short crossbow from behind, as long as the Huns appeared in front of him, he decisively withheld the crossbow machine, seeing that there were fewer and fewer Huns sitting on the horse, Yun Lang felt for the first time that the balance of victory was tilting towards their side.

After the crossbow arrow was fired, Yun Lang wanted to wind the crossbow arrow, but found that his left arm could not use any strength.

A war horse slammed into Yun Lang's chest, knocking him backwards, and the Huns on the horse also fell off the horse, and a spear pierced the throat of the Huns.

Yun Lang blinked his eyes hard, trying to see the familiar face in front of him, but he couldn't remember who he was.

The sky was spinning, the earth was tilting, and he tried to reach out, but he didn't catch the person in front of him, and fell limply to the ground.

His ears were full of the sound of people neighing and screaming, all of which were mixed together, and someone yelled at him, but he couldn't tell whose voice it was, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

The tiger's big face appeared above his head, and his outstretched hand grabbed the soft flesh of the tiger's mouth, and his beard was a little prickly, but it was very real.

Someone broke open his tightly bitten mouth and poured a lot of wine into it, Yun Lang was very thirsty, and swallowed the wine syrup in a big gulp, and the sour wine syrup became very sweet, moistening his thirsty five organs and six lungs like jade liquid.

"It's good, one person killed thirteen Huns, and he is worthy of being the military commander of my Imperial Forest Army."

The feeling of his facial features finally returned, and Yun Lang finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

Gongsun Ao chattered endlessly, and his eyes were glowing with golden light.

"Sixteen!"

If Yun Lang doesn't have meritorious service, if he really makes meritorious service, he will never allow others to covet his merits, especially the merit of killing the Huns, he is not too much at all.

Gongsun Ao said with a smile: "Take three more heads, and yes yes will immediately give you another third-level credit." ”

Yun Lang patted the tiger's head, and the tiger with a knife wound on his head immediately burrowed into the wild grass, and after a while, dragged back the corpses of the two Huns.

"There's also a level at home."

Gongsun Ao smiled cruelly: "I'll send someone to get it, hahaha, my Yulin Army beheaded six hundred and seventy-seven levels this time, who else dares to say that my Yulin Army is all dolls?" ”

"Xiaolang, you can't die!" A miserable voice came from Yun Lang's side, Yun Lang turned his head, and saw that the old man was holding Zhou Hong, who had a sword in his stomach, crying miserably.

That sword Yunlang saw it very clearly, it didn't pass through the middle of the stomach, but it just passed through the flesh at the waist and ribs, and it shouldn't be able to die.

"Xiaolang, your two legs were trampled by the war horse." A sturdy guard hugged the equally miserable Zhang Lian, who couldn't be more miserable, and cried bitterly.

"Let's see if yes' guy is still there? If not, you'll kill me with a sword, or I'll kill you. ”

"In, in, in, your kneecaps have been crushed by the horse's hooves." The guard hurriedly untied his bloody shirt and glanced at it.

Company Commander Zhang took a breath and looked at the sky and said: "God finally treats me well, as long as the guy is here, it is worth exchanging his legs for a lifetime of comfort, go back and arrest the He family and the Chen family for Yeye......"

Gongsun Ao gave Zhang Lian a thumbs up and praised: "Good man, the descendants of the Liuhou family, there is really no waste." ”

Zhang Lian said proudly: "That's natural, it's a certain family that decided to fight the Huns here, if you continue to run, you will be caught up by others and broken one by one, no one will survive......"