022, Ah Zhi and his little friends

Dong Hao was annoyed here, but in fact, Lu Zhi and the others were also very worried.

Although the five of them claimed to be the 'Five Tigers of the Left Army' who fought all over the West Garden, after all, they were just small characters who had just comprehended a little bit of unparalleled skin. It is naturally no problem to bully those ordinary miscellaneous soldiers in the barracks, but if they are against real generals, they will only be turned into scum in minutes.

But the money is moving, and when the five-baht coin is in front of them, they do not hesitate to take risks for it when they hit the G spot.

Dong Jue held his breath and condensed, he knew what his own strength was, and with the strength of a one-star general, he was not sure of victory against the five soldiers with the strength of a half-star general. If he could cross over again, he really wanted to go back to ten minutes ago and strangle himself. What kind of force to pretend.,Just learned a little marksmanship, I learned the invincible protagonists in other people's books and practiced with his soldiers.。 Let's practice on each other, and draw snakes to add color to the head, which is really self-defeating.

This time, not only will the little belongings he only have be swept away, but he will also be defeated by his subordinates in front of these hundreds of Xiyuan Army.

Hey, as the old saying goes, the cannon you made an appointment with tears will be finished, even if there is a risk of losing face, Dong Hao can only bite the bullet.

In the cheers of the onlookers, the five people led by Lu Zhi launched a charge at Dong Hao.

The five of them stood in a sharp formation, with Lu Zhi rushing at the front, two other companions with guns following him, and then two sword and shield men with a simple knife in one hand and a wooden shield in the other.

This is a simple battlefield assault squad, three spearmen take advantage of the length of their weapons to reunite and pierce the enemy's defenses, and two sword and shield men are responsible for defending the flanks and replenishing the blades.

They were not far from Dong Hui, and the five of them arrived in front of Dong Hui with one charge, three spears pierced Dong Hui's vital point like a zigzag, and two sword and shield soldiers were guarding the sides and waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Dong Hao, as a young man who has never been on the battlefield, was stunned at first in the face of such a combined attack, his speed was not very fast, and it was not easy to open three spears at the same time, not to mention two long knives.

For a moment, Dong Jue felt as if he was going to die, although because it was a competition, everyone did not use real weapons, but tied a cloth ball to the front of the wooden pole to occupy some flour instead of a spear. However, the charging momentum of the three spearmen still made Dong Hao feel the fear of death.

Can't hide.

At the moment when his mind was shaken, Dong Jue's mind suddenly came up with a sentence that the spear master had said, the gun is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the gun is indomitable, if you lose your sharpness with the gun, then you will definitely die.

Therefore, in the face of the offensive momentum of the young man on the opposite side, Dong Hao has only one way to deal with it, that is, to attack against attack, the master did not teach Dong Hao the marksmanship of defense, but the offense is the best defense.

Dong Hao exerted his strength with both hands, the oblique end of the spear, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at Lu Zhi at the front end of the arrow, as long as the arrow was defeated, the arrow array would be self-defeating.

On Dong Hao's slightly bent legs, the gray Wushuang rose flat like a whirlwind, and the cyclone quickly spread throughout his body, and finally converged along the barrel of the gun to the 'tip of the spear' in his hand.

The gray Wushuang converged on the 'tip of the gun', and exploded violently after reaching the limit, and at this moment, Dong Hao's body had already burst out from the spot, and the speed was so fast that it even pulled out an afterimage behind him.

"Spear stabbing!"

Five o'clock Wushuang cleared in an instant, Dong Hao burst out with a swift blow of all his strength, and the head of the spear stabbed straight on the head of Lu Zhi's spear, and the huge impact force directly shattered the inch of his spear, and Lu Zhi's breath suddenly stagnated, and then his body was pushed back directly by the explosive power transmitted by the spear.

When Lu flew directly in mid-air, he couldn't bear it anymore and fainted. The spearmen on both sides were wondering how the enemy in front of them had disappeared, and they felt a whirlwind rising next to them, and before the two of them could react, they were blown away by the strong wind, knocking down the sword and shield soldiers beside them, and the four of them turned into rolling gourds together and fell together.

Dong Jue breathed a sigh of relief, stationed on the ground with a spear, supported the weakened body that had become weak because of the bottoming out of Wushuang, and the spear stabbed at a 360-degree prison knife, this was a temporary response method that Dong Jue came up with, and everyone saw the effect, and the soldiers with the strength of five and a half star generals were knocked to the ground. The price is that the moves that originally only needed two Musou points per move were combined to use up five Musou.

Although the onlookers are all brave and ruthless, there are basically no people who can really use Wushuang, otherwise, they will not be bullied by the 'Five Tigers (hooligans) of the Left Army for so long.

Now that he saw the real martial arts, and even saw the fiasco of the 'Five Tigers of the Left Army', he immediately let out a warm cheer.

Dong Jue stood in place and smiled at everyone, then turned his head to look at the five people who fell to the ground, and said to the two sword and shield soldiers who were the least affected and were still awake, "How is it, do you want to continue?" ”

Seeing this, the two hurriedly shook their heads, and then got up dejectedly to help Lu Zhi and the two spearmen, and fled in embarrassment amid the ridicule of the soldiers.

Dong Jue picked up his gun and turned around and walked slowly in the direction of his military camp, and where he passed, the soldiers automatically separated the two sides and made way for him to pass. In the military camp, strength is the most respected, although Dong Hao's dismount was only intended to show his own left military camp, but he unexpectedly opened up his reputation in the entire Xiyuan Army.

Moved back to the camp step by step, the moment Dong Jue closed the door, the body that was holding on collapsed instantly, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud with a pop.

Nervousness and the weakness of Wushuang's exhaustion hit at the same time, and Dong Jue once again felt the embarrassment of his kidneys being overdrawn.

"This Nima, Wushuang is completely insufficient, five o'clock Wushuang, the kung fu of farting is used up, I can't even count as a real man for five seconds, what else to talk about galloping on the battlefield and achieving the legend of a fierce general."

Lying on the ground, looking at the flower spider with a web on the ceiling, Dong Jue was quite satisfied with his performance today, at least Liwei's purpose was achieved, and in the future, at least in the left military camp, his own words should be easier.

The rest of the time is to use a few months to train the fifty or so soldiers under him, and when Luoyang retreats, find an opportunity to do some tasks such as protecting high-ranking officials and calligraphy books, maybe you can brush up a little favorability of the Wenchen Group such as Wang Yun and Yang Biao, and then develop your strength within the scope of Dong Zhuo's permission.

With the help of civil officials, if you try to please Dong Zhuo, Chang'an's life should not be too sad.

Dong Hao is like a flower spider on the ceiling, quietly weaving a big web of dreams in a dark corner, as for what the result will be, who knows.