Chapter 17: The Fall of the Wings (2)

In such a relatively small space, the wingers did not dare to spread their wings and fly, and the speed advantage was lost. But the winged people did not panic under the command of the fire holder, and actually lined up like the army of Zhongzhou.

The wingmen on the periphery were spearmen, and the dense spears were all aimed at the cavalry charging over, and the archers on the inside fired thousands of arrows, and the barbarian cavalry in front of them suddenly fell to the ground.

At this time, Hulan Ruo had already bandaged his cheeks, and his eyes glowed with a gloomy light, "Take my knife!" ”

One of the guards handed him the knife, it was a long-handled broadsword, which the barbarians rarely used, but it was a bit like the weapon used by the generals of Zhongzhou.

"If the winged men dare to fly, shoot their wings with your arrows!" Hulan Ruo gave the order to the archers behind him, and then began to charge with the guards.

Hu Xie blocked the oncoming arrows with a shot, and slammed the horse's back with the blade, the war horse accelerated violently in pain, and when it reached the front of the winged spearmen, Hu Xie frantically lifted the horse's reins, and the speed of the war horse did not decrease, and jumped over, stepping over the spear of the winged people. The force of the impact made it impossible for the wingmen behind the spearmen to defend themselves, and Hu Xie took the opportunity to swing his sword and start slaughtering.

The barbarians around them followed suit, some successfully breaking through, others dying at the edge of their guns, but the Wingmen's defenses were indeed full of holes. The weapon used by Hu Xie was a spear, which was rare among the barbarians who were accustomed to using knives, but the bravery of the fourteen-year-old prince was known far and wide. Hu Xie was the first to break into the Wing Clan's main formation, but the current situation was that the barbarians behind him could not keep up, so at this time, he was surrounded by wingman soldiers, and he was particularly eye-catching when he rode his horse and slashed left and right.

"Brothers, go and kill him, I know him, he is the son of the barbarian!" I don't know who shouted, and then the wingers rushed over in a frenzy.

Hu Xie shot through the chest of a winged man in front of him, and he didn't have time to see it and shoot back to split the wings of a winged man on the left, there were too many winged people, and the war horse finally stopped, and if it couldn't charge, it would be a disaster for the cavalry.

Hu Xie glanced back, he rushed forward too fiercely, there were no brute soldiers behind him who could keep up, and if he continued like this, he would definitely die under the sword of the winged people. But when he came to his senses, the nightmare struck, two hooked scythes pierced his armor from the left and right sides, and the next moment he was pulled off his horse, and he didn't even have time to wonder why the Wingman would use such weapons.

Hu Xie was dragged on the ground for a distance, during which the winged men kept slashing him with knives, Hu Xie desperately waved his gun to block, and finally slashed off the arms of the two winged people who dragged him, he endured the severe pain and jumped up quickly, and his chest was full of blood.

The moment he jumped up, the wingmen around him pounced again, he threw the gun with all his might, bringing a bloody light through the bodies of several wingmen, he pulled out the short knife on his waist and waved horizontally, and a row of wingmen were cut open, and the thick blood spread, Hu Xie became excited again, although he didn't know how many knives he had been stabbed on his body, but he was so stubborn to kill forward, he wanted to go over and pick up his gun again.

"Boy, you're crazy!" When Hu Xie, who killed the red eye, was shocked back by a huge force when he swung the knife again, and then his chest was punched three times in a row, Hu Xie's throat was sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood with "wow".

He couldn't believe that the Wingman had such great power, and struggled to look up, only to see the oncoming blade, and behind the blade was an angry face.

That's the Fire Holder, the Lord of the Winged People.