The iron cavalry charged indiscriminately, causing the two horse thieves to panic, not caring about the life or death of the hostages, leaving Lu Xiaobu behind, and running to both sides.

There is no need to throw a rat bogey, Yang Shuang no longer has any scruples, throws the ignorant young man to Dong Da Hammer, lifts the iron rod and prepares to charge alone.

Three hundred meters, for cavalry, is only a few breaths away. In the blink of an eye, the two sides met.

"Boom ·····"

Even if Yang Shuang was born with divine power, he didn't dare to use an iron rod to slap the galloping war horse, and the target was only a knight on the horse.

If it is a military general, the sprint distance between the two sides is short, and after the weapon touches the other party, the reaction force is not strong, and you can also kill with a horse after relying on the perverted physique.

But in the face of the herd of war horses that have entered the charging stage, each weighing one ton, under the acceleration of gravity, the kinetic energy generated can be called terrifying, thinking about the Yumen Pass, with Wolverine and his son, Yang Shuang felt a little cowardly.

At the beginning, he could be knocked away with a giant shield, not to mention that now he is only DPS!

Moreover, he not only has to dodge the war horses, but also has to deal with all kinds of dazzling weapons, how can he have so much energy to attack.

However, thanks to the solid foundation of the soul, his heart is quick, his eyes are quick, and his hands and feet are faster, so he was not trampled to death by his hooves.

"Bang Bang ······"

The long stick in his hand flew and pulled several horse thieves away from the horse's back, interspersed in an instant, and the results of the battle were limited to this.

Sometimes, the idea is good, but when it comes to reality, all kinds of troubles will arise.

Originally, I thought that breaking through the cavalry would bring a shock to the horse thief.

Unexpectedly, this group of cavalry did not roar past, but beat their horses around and surrounded him.

"Rope, Catch the !! Alive" The horsemen who were hiding behind also rode their horses to the outside of the battle circle.

At the sound of an order, the horse thieves who were turning counterclockwise in the circle took out the lasso one after another, waved their arms, and six or seven ox tendon ropes were suddenly thrown over.

And the target is Yang Shuang's head!

Don't doubt the skill of a horse thief, be a thief in the Western Regions, if you don't have the unique skill of a horse, it is estimated that you can't be called a horse thief in the Western Regions.

Yang Shuang sneered in his heart.

If dozens of people threw ropes at the same time, he would definitely admit it.

But there were only six or seven yellow-skinned, thin-skinned minions who seemed to be malnourished, and he was not afraid.

It is estimated that the weight of these people is not comparable to the weight of a stick. Even after eating and drinking, you may not be able to lift a huge object!

Moreover, he has just obtained a magic skill: immobile as a mountain!

Listen to the name, it's very awesome!

Dancing sticks, interspersing the lasso, facing the pull of seven people, Yang Shuang suddenly felt as if he had obtained the momentum of Mount Tai, firmly rooted on the ground, no matter how hard the other party tried, he was unmoved.

This passive skill doesn't even require strength to take effect automatically!

Yang Shuang was surprised, but he didn't get distracted, he grabbed the iron rod with both hands, and suddenly pulled the rope, and the seven figures were suddenly brought over.

"Bang Bang ·······"

The iron rods flew up and down, and the screams in mid-air stopped abruptly.

Seven twisted figures wielding their internal organs flew into the crowd lifelessly, suffocating the atmosphere around the battle circle.

"Don't be afraid! He was the only one who let out the arrows······· Stop him! ”

The cavalry general still wanted to give an order, but he didn't know that Yang Shuang was not the master who was passively beaten.

The long stick in his hand opened the way, slapped and beaten, extinguished several cases, ignored the horse thieves who rode around behind, and quickly killed the other party.

"Stop him!"

"Bang ······"

The war horse charged, Yang Shuang really didn't dare to touch it, but this group of people beat the horses in circles, it would be a bit dead!

Cavalry is indeed the king on the ancient battlefield, but it relies on mobility!

Raids, harassment, spying, and running thousands of miles while the enemy is unprepared, in these aspects, far surpass the infantry.

If you lose this advantage, ride on a horse and stroll and chop······ Riding and slashing too much, right?

No general, or cavalry group, would take this stance against the infantry.

Moreover, the size of the war horses was there, and two hundred horse thieves besieged one person, and only four or five could participate in the attack.

Yang Shuang's footsteps moved, his thick arms whined the iron rod dance, pumped the horse thief up, knocked the horse's leg down, occasionally straightened the barrel, and could also use the tail thorn to pick a few unlucky ghosts to death.

Readily!

As the saying goes, the knife and the moon stick are guns for a lifetime.

Yang Shuang has no research on other cold weapons except for breaking the blade and eight knives, and there are only four ways to use the sticks in his hands, pumping, knocking, slapping, and hitting!

But these two tactics are the most practical and direct means of attack.

If you block, I am N times stronger than you!

If you hide, I'll be N times faster than you!

"Bang Bang ······"

Enjoying the thrill of the battle, Yang Shuang pressed the horseman in the middle of the iron rod to press the dragon head in the middle of the iron rod, and the long stick was immediately split into two.

"Kill !!"

If you don't come to ancient times, Yang Shuang doesn't know the limits of the human body.

In the future, even a farmer who integrates the soul of the people is estimated to be able to occupy the position of weightlifting champion.

He knew a little about biology, muscle strength and vitality, and he knew what it meant, but now, he could be sure that the ancients had nothing to do with biology.

There are special rules here, such as that you can't make gunpowder!

Throwing away the messy thoughts, Yang Shuang knocked a war horse to death with his left hand, smashed it with a heavy stick in his right hand and then stabbed it, instantly solved the three people who blocked the way, took a step, his knees were slightly bent, the soles of his feet drove his feet bare, his calf muscles contracted, and his thighs used all his strength......

"Drink!"

Yang Shuang was like a big bird flying high with wings, rowing a distance of five or six meters and landing next to the rider.

"Die!!"

As early as in the air, the iron rod has been combined into one, and the momentum of splitting Huashan will jump into the future, and the rider will be shocked on the spot.

The axe in his hand was smashed with an iron rod before he could raise the axe!

Moreover, the iron rod castrated unabated, and after breaking the rotten watermelon, it smashed the chest cavity and pressed directly on the back of the war horse.

The poor horse let out a long howl, and when he tried to stand up again, he was unconscious.

"The leader is dead, surrender and follow Lao Tzu to ensure that you will not have to worry about eating and drinking in the future!" Go to avoid death or something.

After knowing that the Turks took out such valuable resources to capture him, Yang Shuang understood that if he wanted to strengthen the team, he didn't have to talk about any ideals, on the edge of this desolate desert, the border land where the sky was high and the emperor was far away, and there was no supply, there was food and drink, which was the most real!

The horse thief, who originally wanted to rush over, was shocked by the death of the horseman.

It's miserable!

But in the face of surrender, a group of people hesitated.

Thief, there is indeed a rule that the leader is not famous, the leader is dead, and the capable person replaces him, and the stockade is destroyed, and the powerful swallow it.

To put it bluntly, no one wants to die!

"Surrender! I give up!!! ”

Both sides were thinking about countermeasures, and the entire battlefield was quiet.

Suddenly, from the northeast corner, a person crawled and ran.

Yang Shuang looked a little familiar, take a closer look,, isn't this the horse thief squad leader who held Lu Xiaobu hostage?!

"Boss, uncle, the little one is willing to surrender, in the future, before and after the saddle, serve wholeheartedly, and definitely be the most valuable pawn under your command!"