No, we have to find a way to turn the tide of defeat! Xia Houlan's marksmanship changed, and she used her fast spear skills, hoping to tear through the incomparably thick qi waves.

When! With a loud bang, Xia Houlan's palm was torn, and his arm was also sore and painful, and he screamed under the severe pain, and jumped out of the back with his breath.

"Boy, do you still want to escape?" Hou Zhen's kung fu is indeed not weak, he saw the little doll change his moves, he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, and greeted the luck stick. Because it is fast to make it fast, this stick used seventy percent of its strength, and when he saw Xia Houlan holding it up, he couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.

However, in general, there are only a dozen enemy troops, and half of them have defected. There are less than ten remaining enemies, except for this little doll, the big man who fought with Zhou Wei should not be underestimated. As long as these two people are killed, the rest will not be worried.

Hou Zhen was willing to miss the opportunity, he had to take advantage of the little doll's undecided breathing, strangle him in one fell swoop, and immediately overtook him and landed beside Xia Houlan.

"Grandpa Hou will give you a ride!" With a loud shout, Hou Zhen's big stick rotated again, and with the sound of whirring wind, it attacked the panicked Xia Houlan.

"I'm dying!" Xia Houlan's body had not yet stood firmly, his two hands were still dripping blood, the pain made his face distort, his expression was full of hesitation and terror, how could he still be alone in the face of the thunderous attack?

"Thief, don't hurt my brother!" A broken shout crossed the sky, penetrated the noisy crowd, and was sent into Hou Zhen's ears.

Yes! Hou Zhen couldn't help but shudder. Not good! Just listen to the evil wind empowerment in the back of your head, feather arrows!

A carved arrow shot like lightning, Hou Zhen couldn't care about it, it was still important to save his life, he tried his best to turn his head to the right, and the feather arrow flew past his ear. A few drops of blood dripped down, and when I looked at Hou Zhen's left ear, there was already a piece missing, and his earlobe was gone.

Damn it! Hou Zhen was so angry that he thundered, where had he ever suffered such hardships.

"Take advantage of people's unpreparedness, suddenly use cold arrows, what kind of hero is a hero, have the courage to stand up for me, and do a real fight!" Hou Zhen shouted again and again, turned his head to look back, and saw a handsome young man, holding a bright silver gun, bypassing the crowd and already coming behind him.

The person who came was Zhao Yun, he led a strange army, around the mountain behind the thief village, the enemy village has been in full view, Zhao Yun, Zhou Xiong tied the rope to the tree, everything was ready to stop, was about to go down the rope to the back village, did not want the enemy village to suddenly make a mess, many thieves swarmed to the back mountain.

"I hate people! Still a moment late! Zhou Xiong looked at the bottom of the mountain and said angrily.

What to do? If you wait for the rabbit to climb up, you can easily capture it if you take advantage of the exhaustion of its unprepared strength, but in that case, the strategy of flanking the front and rear will be aborted, and your own troops are insufficient, and the composition of the personnel is complicated.

"Rush down!" Zhao Yun's brows twisted into a big pimple, he waved his fist, gave an order categorically, grabbed the rope with both hands, and played a trapeze.

Watching a person fall from the sky, the thieves who climbed the mountain were stunned. How so? Could it be that the back mountain is also occupied by the official army?

"Brothers, down!" The rope is not thick, it is too thick, and it takes more physical strength. And the sneak attack, as long as you sneak into the cottage one by one, you will achieve the goal, and the single action is more hidden, and it is easy to be exposed if there are more.

But now that the sneak attack has been shattered in full view of everyone, the only way to get to the ground as soon as possible is to take advantage of the thieves' countermeasures, and enter the battle as soon as possible.

Before Zhao Yun fell to the ground, Zhou Xiong also grabbed the rope, his body was tall, much heavier than Zhao Yun, and with the weight of another person, the rope was stretched like a bowstring.

If this is broken...... In Zhou Xiong's heart, an ominous premonition suddenly arose. Just when he was extremely worried, a man joined in.

Zhou Xiong felt that the rope was breaking inch by inch, he secretly screamed that it was not good, and saw that there was a big tree growing on the side, and he was busy secretly using the strength on his legs, and with the kicking of his feet, he grabbed the branch.

"It's Zhou Xiong! Shoot him! The thieves below began to be chaotic, but after Hou Zhen arrived, because of the urgency of the situation in front of him, where could he care about dealing with the fugitives, or killing the enemy. The young man in front of him was about to land, but Zhou Xiong stopped in mid-air. In Hou Zhen's view, whether it is threatening or the success rate of hunting, Zhou Xiong on the middle of the mountain is an excellent target.

Defense is the top priority of the cottage, there are really a lot of archers, and the archery skills are also higher than the Taiping soldiers. But how many people can carry bows and arrows when they flee in a hurry? It's just a stick, and it's more reliable than that thing.

The second village master gave an order, but only one responded, the minion soldier stretched his bow and arrows, and aimed at Zhou Xiong on the hillside, not wanting a silver light to shoot out, he was stunned for a moment, there was already a blood hole in his chest, blood sprayed like a spring, he looked at it unwillingly, after all, he didn't see who died at the hand, his eyes were round, and the dead body slowly fell to the ground.

The people around the archer could see clearly, it was a young man with a silver spear and a white robe. How is it possible to be a teenager with such expressive marksmanship?

How could it not be? Just when the thieves were stunned and confused, Zhao Yun's silver spear trembled, and several people were shot and fell to the ground.

"Run! This is not a man, it is a god who fell from the sky! A terrible exclamation caused everyone to be dazed and panicked, and they fled one after another.

"Stop, stop me!" Hou Zhen shouted hoarsely, but no one listened to his shouts, and after a series of blows, the thief's heart was completely scattered, and although they knew that there was no way to escape, they still scattered in all directions.

Hou Zhen was stunned and poked in place, he made a fatal mistake, he should not look down on the young man, let alone watch coldly, he lost the best opportunity to besiege, Hou Zhen has to pay the price for this.

"Boy, come here!" With a loud shout, Hou shook his spear and stabbed at Zhao Yun.

"Well done! Today, the master will teach you how to use a gun! Zhao Yun sneered in his heart, he was not in a hurry, waiting for Hou Zhen to use the old moves, he suddenly shook the silver spear in his hand, and lightly pushed Hou Shao's big gun away.

Hey! Hou Zhen snorted softly, his face full of surprise. But something even more surprising happened to Hou Zhen, Zhao Yun seemed to have expected to be able to crack this move, his silver spear did not stop at all, and gently sent it forward, which had reached Hou Zhen's chest.

Yes! Hou Zhen exclaimed, he regretted why he underestimated the enemy one after another, and why he didn't run away with everyone. But it's all over, and he's going to save his life! Hou Zhen tried his best to dodge, but he was still a little slower, his left arm was pierced by a silver spear, and blood gushed out of the hole.

Hou Zhen was in pain, beads of sweat fell like raindrops, and half of his left arm was numb, but Zhao Yun didn't give up, and the next shot came again.