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"First row, retreat!"

"Second row, up!"

Zhang Zhun continued to shout the password.

The guards in the first row immediately drew their bamboo guns and took a big step back.

The bamboo spear was drawn, blood gushed out, blood arrows flew, and the ground was suddenly covered in blood.

Twenty corpses, like children's toys, were paralyzed on the ground.

Even, I didn't even have time to scream.

Even, the thugs in the back haven't seen what is going on clearly.

Even, the panther didn't have time to retract the words that came to his mouth.

"Two stunned, look at how you die today!"

"Want to go against Senho-sama? You dream it, you! ”

"Think you have a lot of ability......

He didn't finish his last sentence.

Because, twenty of his subordinates, all of them were lying on the ground.

On the side of the convoy, there were no casualties. They stood there tightly holding bamboo guns, their eyes cold and fierce. Each bamboo spear was dripping blood, drop by drop, string by string. The sound of blood droplets falling to the ground is clearly audible. Some bamboo spears cracked themselves because of the violent impact, and the blood seeped into the bamboo spears, and then slowly seeped out, as if it was an endless spring of blood.

The panther was stunned.

Died like that?

Twenty people, just hung up like that?

He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

The others around the panther also felt their scalps tingle.

Twenty fierce companions were all stabbed to death like this?

Why did these people in Yangjiatun suddenly become so fierce? Are they nothing more than poor and dying soldiers? How could the bamboo guns in their hands be so lethal? Are they still going to hang each other up and burn each other one by one?

"Onward!"

"Kill!"

Before the panther and the others could react, Zhang Zhun had already stopped drinking again.

The convoy immediately flattened the bamboo spears and steadily advanced.

The place below the willow ditch is not very spacious, and after the blow, the panther thugs all gathered together and just came to make a strong push. As long as you are stabbed by a bamboo spear, you will either be killed or injured. Three thousand assassination drills per day are enough for bamboo guns to do just that.

Zhang Zhun was of course at the front of the line.

"Kill!"

The black panther also reacted at this time and was furious.

He has been in Fushan for so long, and he has never suffered such a big loss!

In the past, there were military households who dared to make trouble, but they were all beaten by him and bled on the spot, who was he afraid of? These poor military households in Yangjiatun, I don't know if they have eaten leopard gall today, but they actually dare to resist, if they don't suppress this unhealthy trend, they will have it in the future? If he can't deal with this group of poor soldiers, how will he mix in the future?

Seeing Zhang Zhun rushing up, the black panther swept the iron rod in his hand and rushed up as well. His iron rod was specially made, weighing thirty or forty pounds, seven feet long, and ordinary people only needed to be beaten with one stick, even if they did not die, they would be seriously injured. After so many years of arrogance in Fushan, Black Panther still has a bit of capital, and basically no one is his opponent when he fights alone.

A grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Come on!

I've been waiting for you for a long time!

In Zhang Zhun's hands, there are still two three-edged thorns.

A makeshift wrought iron triangular thorn.

Because the manufacturing process is not very good, the surface of the triangular thorns is very rough, and the grip is not smooth enough. However, the rough surface of the triangular thorn also has the advantage of making everyone hold it tighter, even if it is stained with sweat and blood, the triangular thorn will not easily get rid of it. With a little effort, your spirits will be lifted.

"Whew!"

The black panther rushed in front of Zhang Zhun and was a stick on the head, fast and ruthless.

Zhang Zhun dodged sideways.

"Smack!"

The iron rod smashed into the mud floor, creating a huge mud puddle.

The panther then lifted the iron rod and swept it away.

The iron rod is too long, and the control range is very large, and this sweep directly envelops all the sides within two feet. The men of the convoy could not get past the iron bar, so they had to stop. Someone cleverly crossed over the nearby ridge.

Zhang Zhun did not retreat, but advanced, stepped forward, and instantly arrived in front of the black panther.

"Whew!"

Triangular stabbing out his hand.

After all, the panther has a lot of combat experience and immediately realized that something was wrong.

The iron rod is too long, and it is impossible to take it back.

There was no way, he had no choice but to throw the iron rod, his body retreated sharply, and then snatched a waist knife from his subordinates, subconsciously blocking in front of him. The waist knife slashed down, trying to cut off the three-edged thorn.

"Poof!"

Zhang Zhun's three-edged stab accurately stabbed the chest of that subordinate.

"Hmm!"

The subordinate subconsciously snorted, and his movements immediately condensed.

Brigadier Zhang stabbed the three edges, blood gushed out, and the corpse spun in half a circle, paralyzed on the ground.

The panther was shocked and hurriedly swung his waist knife, trying to cut off Zhang Zhun's wrist.

"Dang!"

Zhang Zhun raised the three-edged thorn in his left hand.

The waist knife slashed at the top of the three-edged thorn, splashing a dazzling fire.

The appearance of the triangular thorn is not good, and the quality is not good, but it is thick and strong, and it can withstand this kind of hard cut. Unless Guan Yunchang is alive and Lu Bu is reborn, it is impossible to directly cut off the three-edged thorn.

The blow missed, and the panther hurriedly withdrew his knife.

"Whew!"

The three-edged thorn in Zhang Zhun's right hand followed and stabbed over.

The panther hurriedly swung his knife to block the three-edged thorn.

"Dang!"

There was another very crisp crash.

The triangular thorn was indeed knocked open, and sparks flew everywhere.

The panther was relieved and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that this strange weapon is not impossible to deal with!

"Whew!"

However, before the panther could catch his breath, the three-edged thorn in Zhang Zhun's left hand was killed again.

The triangular thorn is quite obvious when viewed from the side, but from the front, it is more troublesome.

Looking at the triangular thorn from the front, it is simply a small black dot.

If you are not careful, you make a mistake in judgment, and the three-edged thorn will come to you.

Passive!

Very passive!

This is the biggest feeling of the Panther.

The only function of the triangular thorn is the thorn.

Ferocious, fluttering thrusts!

It was this ferocious thrust that made the panther very uncomfortable.

His instincts told him that this weapon was terrifying, and that if he was stabbed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In desperation, the panther continued to retreat.

At this time, the escort team had already fought with the Black Panther's men.

When the sheep that were expected to be slaughtered suddenly turned into fierce lions, the whole battlefield was completely chaotic. Black Panther's original subordinates, all of them were only more than sixty people, and twenty of them had been assassinated just now, and now there were only about forty left. But there were eighty of the soldiers of the convoy. Two to one, the Black Panther's men were suddenly wiped out.

Zhang Zhun has never liked to win more with less, so there is no need.

Concentrating superior forces to destroy the enemy is the essence of military thinking.

There are not many poor military households, but there are many people, and they can apply the tactics of crowds at any time.

Eighty guards besieged more than forty thugs, and each of the guards soldiers went to the battlefield with a sea of blood and hatred, and they couldn't help but fight hard, and the consequences can be imagined. Fighting alone, they are tigers, lions, and dragons. They cooperate with the battle, but they are packs of jackals, bloodthirsty and ferocious. After a scuffle, there were less than twenty of the Black Panther's thugs left.

Several fourth-class soldiers of the escort team were still very strong in combat, and the battle began, and the five of them kept rushing to the front. Especially Zhang Yatie, who is like a madman, the speed of the impact is very fast, and the three-edged thorn in his hand has already stabbed four thugs to death in a row.

Zhang Zhun has always felt that this Zhang Yatie is definitely not good to be an officer, too violent and impulsive, but with his crazy energy, as long as he does not die in battle, it is no problem to be promoted to a ninth-class soldier in the end. This kid, whether it's one-on-one or one-to-many, is a first-class killer.

If it weren't for the terrain of Willow Gully, it was not suitable for comprehensive outflanking, otherwise, such a small number of people in the Black Panther would have been finished long ago. There are gains and losses, this is the law of nature. However, Zhang Zhun was obviously not ready to let one of the Black Panthers' escape. Every time the escort team that has no life to train is a group of hungry wolves, and when they catch the enemy, it is a situation of endless death.

"Yang Zhiyuan, Hao Linyong, outflank as planned!"

While Zhang Zhun was fighting with the black panther, he still had the strength to issue orders.

Yang Zhiyuan and Hao Linyong are the objects of his key training. The biggest disadvantage of the two guys, and the common disadvantage of the guards soldiers, is that they like to rush by themselves, like to rush and fight, and they have a relatively little understanding of strategy and tactics. No, the original task of the two was to outflank the two wings from the side of the willow ditch and cut off the enemy's opposite path, but as a result, the two of them were hot-headed and suddenly entangled with the enemy.

Fortunately, Zou Mingjia and Yin Fengyi have already led people to outflank them from both wings. Li Jiaxi led his team and jumped down from the ridge on the left side of the willow ditch and melee with the enemy. Yang Zixuan also led his team, jumped down from the ridge on the right, joined the battlefield, and cut the enemy into two sections from the middle, unable to support each other.

The Black Panther's men, who were already quite chaotic, found that their back roads were cut off, and the enemies on both sides of the ridge kept jumping down and dividing them, and their hearts were even more panicked. They've never encountered such a situation before. Many people subconsciously sensed that something was wrong and rushed backwards, looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Stop!"

"Bastard! Hold it! ”

"Bastard! Obstruct! What to run! ”

When the panther found out that his men were trying to escape, he was angry and angry, brandished his waist knife, killed two of his men on the spot, and stopped several of his men who tried to escape, brandished the waist knife to threaten them back, and finally stabilized his team.

However, his team usually has no formal training at all, and only relies on instinct to fight. There is no problem in fighting a good fight, once you are at a disadvantage, you will not have the will to fight. Everyone is used to fighting on their own, and it's okay to bully and bully poor military households, but now when they encounter a formally trained escort team, where can they still have the ability to win?

The escort's attack was like inserting a red-hot soldering iron into butter, triggering an unprecedented collapse. The enemy is like a snow lion under the sun, which melts away in one fell swoop. No matter how brave the Black Panther is, he can't reverse such a decline. He kept yelling and screaming, but he was never able to rally his men.

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