"Dangdang ......"

50 archers, throwing fire, although most of the arrows fell to the ground, some of them hit the shield.

Yan Luo held a big shield, squatted on the ground, the whole person shrank under the shield, one arrow after another, the force of the impact on the shield was not small, and his arm was still raised steadily.

"Why, why are these Macedonian soldiers attacking us?"

Zhu Xiaoyong was so fat that the shield couldn't cover it at all, and he couldn't help but regret it at this moment, why did he eat so much and grow such a fat body.

"Could it be that we are here to attack Greece, and we have been hit by the pond fish? But the Macedonian army launched a war, and it was impossible to go deep here! Wang Dongwei was also puzzled, and at this time, an arrow suddenly passed through the shield.

"It's not good, this is a wooden shield covered with copper skin, and it can't block too much!"

Just when he was panicking, Zhu Xiaoyong suddenly let out a miserable scream, crying: "I was hit by an arrow, I was hit by an arrow...... I'm going to die......"

"Whoosh ......"

The rain of arrows continued, and the three of them didn't expect that they would encounter the attack of the archers of the corps on the road, and the storage space was limited, and the shield was only brought with one side, only to hear a "click", and the round shield in Wang Dongwei's hand suddenly cracked.

In the distance, the leader of the Macedonian mercenary group, Granette, a man in his 40s, had a smile on his lips.

The Macedonians, descendants of the Greeks, Thracians, and Illyrians, were brave and rugged, but they were despised by the Greeks as alien barbarians—and it was a joy to earn a silver tower from the Athenians, and to be given a pass to enter the hinterland.

After killing these Orientals, it is time to go and plunder.

50 auxiliaries, 6 arrows each, when 300 arrows were fired, the place where the three men were in the distance was full of arrows stuck in the ground, and the shields of the three men became hedgehogs.

"Uh......"

Zhu Xiaoyong curled up on the ground, crying and moaning, his arms, stomach sides, thighs, a lot of arrows inserted, arrows went deep under the skin, the pain was unbearable.

However, Wang Dongwei's injuries are more serious now, the shield has broken in the rain of arrows for 6 consecutive rounds, and there is nothing else, there is an arrow arrow on the right side of the chest that shoots into the chest, and he sits on the ground weakly and gasps, and the corners of his mouth oozes blood.

Yanluo threw his large porcupine-like shield to the ground, and he also had an arrow in his right leg.

Reach out and pull the arrow down.

With this action, blood splattered from the wound.

has the genes of primary life, the physique is outstanding, the arrow is not deep in the flesh, and there is self-healing, so such an injury is fine.

"Hoo ......"

Yanluo let out a breath and straightened up.

A pair of mandarin duck knives appeared in both hands.

"Yanluo."

Wang Dongwei pressed his hand on his chest, he didn't dare to pull out that arrow, otherwise he would lose a lot of blood. At the wound, red blood was spreading, and he said with difficulty: "These ...... It was the Macedonian corps, which had not only infantry, but also cavalry...... You can't beat it alone......"

"This kind of thing, how can you know if you don't try it?"

The wound on Yanluo's leg did not expand, and the blood gradually stopped.

The mandarin knife and the duck knife each rotated in one circle on the palm of their hands, bringing up two circles, and the cold white light reflected in the light of the setting sun.

"Ten auxiliaries stepped forward and killed three Orientals."

The leader of the mercenary group on horseback, Granette gives the order.

There were only three people on the other side, two of whom fell to the ground and lost their combat effectiveness, and could be hacked to death with a single sword—which meant that there was only one left, but even so, out of caution, the leader still sent a full 10 soldiers.

The auxiliaries lowered their bows, grasped their axes, and headed in the direction of Yanluo.

These 10 soldiers, when they approached more than ten meters away, someone noticed the flickering light of the two weapons, and reacted that they were all iron, and immediately their breathing became heavy, and the two all-iron weapons that were more exquisite than the Persian scimitar were a great wealth.

"Kill!"

The leading soldier raised his axe and slashed at Yanluo, his movements suddenly stopped, his eyes were full of fear, and a blood-stained mandarin knife was drawn from his heart, bringing up a splash of blood, which was blood from his heart, hot and red.

Yan Luo's speed suddenly exploded, dodging the two axes that were chopped from the left and right, and when they passed through the gap between the two, his arms were raised like white cranes wings, and the mandarin duck knife slashed through the necks of the two people with the movement.

"Dead?"

In the blink of an eye, 3 soldiers died, and the squad leader among the 10 people, with horror and shock, jumped with both hands on the axe, and slashed hard. The muscles in his arms bulged out, as if they were going to split the head of this terrible foe.

Yan Luo didn't have time to dodge, the two knives crossed and raised, blocking the blade of the axe, the weapons held each other slightly, he slid the blade of the knife along the axe, the mandarin knife directly cut off the four fingers of the squad leader holding the axe, and the duck knife was lifted from below.

"Poof......

In a large pool of scattered blood, the squad leader fell limply to the ground.

"How so?"

The leader of the mercenary group, Granette, has an ugly face, this is so powerful as a woman-like Oriental man? No wonder, the Athenians were willing to pay a silver of Talente.

Four people died, and the remaining six soldiers were frightened, standing still and not daring to move forward, their faces full of fear.

Yan Luo once again burst out of speed, sprinting forward, rushing into the 6 soldiers, the mandarin knife and the duck knife turned into two cold white bands of light, surrounding several arcs of light, and then rushed out of the crowd of people, stopping a few meters away.

These 6 soldiers fell to the ground one after another, and each of them died of the same cause, which was a deep cut in the throat.

Yan Luo has a dagger-like scimitar in his hand, and he is alone in facing a group of people, he is not interested, fighting with others for 300 rounds, relying on physical fitness and absolute calm, to launch an attack on the weakest point! The heart, the throat, is completely an assassin's one-hit kill!

"So fast?"

Wang Dongwei gasped weakly, last time in the Corta camp, Yan Luo killed 4 by himself, and now there are 10, I didn't expect it to be so fast.

Zhu Xiaoyong's crying stopped, Yan Luo didn't abandon the two and ran away from the river, he didn't dare to cry anymore to interfere with his teammates, the 10 soldiers died in a blink of an eye, and some hope surged in his heart.

"Ghulam!"

Under the shouts of the leader Granette, a man walked out, a man of about 30 years old, 1.9 meters tall - in this era, such a height completely belongs to giants. The giant man Ghulam had several centipede-like scars on his face, as terrifying as a ghost.

"Put on your armor and kill that man!"

"Yes."

Ghulam stuck out his tongue and licked his mouth, and a soldier next to him brought a full set of chain mail, this set of full-body armor was a whole piece of metal on the chest, and wearing a black iron helmet, the whole person looked like an iron tower.

This is the warrior of the mercenary group, who once killed dozens of Persians on the battlefield alone! The armor was taken from a Persian general. Another soldier brought a horse, and this horse was also covered with a layer of chain mail.

Supported by two soldiers, Ghulam mounted his horse and received a six-meter-long Macedonian spear with a sharp tip sharpened at the tip.

He rested the spear on his shoulder, the head of the spear pointed slightly downward, and with his leg in the belly of the horse, he began to charge at Yanluo.

"Heavy cavalry charge!"

Wang Dongwei's face had turned pale due to blood loss, his mouth was full of blood, and he shouted with difficulty: "Get out of the way!" This is a heavy cavalry, which cannot be resisted by a charge with the help of horsepower! ”

In the age of cold weapons, the most terrible attack! Although there was only one horse, the fully armored tower-like soldiers and galloping horses, the six-meter-long Macedonian spear, with enough horsepower to put a group of infantry on it, as if they were wearing meat skewers!

"Hoo ......"

Yan Luo exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the continuous burst and dash just now, killing 10 soldiers, was not without a loss of physical strength. Seeing the heavy cavalry charging at him from 200 meters away, he threw his blood-stained mandarin duck knife to the ground and held a 2.4-meter-long iron rod.

Beaulieu stick!

Holding the lower end of the stick in both hands, Yanluo stood silently, the head of the stick straightened, pointing closer and closer, and the six-meter-long Macedonian spear slanted downward, the face of the enemy hidden in the helmet.

"Danger!" Wang Dongwei shouted, in the face of such a charge, Yan Luo did not dodge or dodge! It's too arrogant.

"Hahaha......" The leader of the Granette in the distance smiled, no infantry could resist the charge of the heavy cavalry!

The eyes of Gulam in the helmet flashed with bloodthirsty light.

Zhu Xiaoyong closed his eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

The two-meter-four iron rod was relatively too short, and it was still far from the other party, and the six-meter-long spear tip was already close in front of him.

If it weren't for absolute calm, I'm afraid no one would be able to maintain a calm mind at such a life-and-death juncture. Yan Luo's body was on one side, and this Macedonian spear almost grazed the right side of his face, piercing it, bringing up air currents, and even scraping off a few hairs on his cheeks.

The muscles of his whole body were tense, the strength of his waist, the strength of his spine, and the strength of his arms, all of which were poured into the dragon stick in his hand, wielding the 62-pound weapon and smashing it sideways to the front!

"Whoosh......"

A strong whistling sound of air flowed out, and the stick almost pulled out a white line visible to the naked eye in the void.

"Bang!"

The body of the dragon stick smashed firmly on the horse's head, with a bang, the horse's skull was obviously smashed, and a large amount of blood mist spewed out of the nose, and the huge force made this ton of armored war horse, the head of the body driven, threw out, and flew out 5 or 6 meters away! The heavily armored knight above, falling to the ground.

"What?"

A famous Macedonian mercenary looked at this scene with his mouth wide open, and a person actually waved a stick to knock away the charging heavy cavalry? It's impossible!

"Damn boy! I'm going to shred you ......"

Ghulam got up from the ground, his helmet falling off, his ribs broken, and the ugly man, with a monstrous look of anger and tyranny on his face, drew an iron sword from his waist.

"Get out!"

In Yan Luo's mouth, the word "roll" flew out, condensing into a yellow-orange-orange bullet, and the hideous expression on Gu Laam's face suddenly turned into consternation. In the middle of his forehead, a blood hole appeared, and a pool of blood mixed with white brains flowed down, and he raised his hand as if he didn't believe it, wiped it, and looked, and his tower-like body fell backwards.

"Whoop......"

Panting violently, Yan Luo suddenly threw the dragon stick in his hand to the ground, and then launched a charge at the Macedonian army two hundred meters away.

A person, throwing aside his weapons, charges at a corps?

Granette could scarcely believe what she saw.

Is this guy crazy?