For a while, it was enough for Zhao Jinlong and them, the Ming Praetorian Guard warriors who had survived a hundred battles, and the whirling war spear was once again against the hook claw and fist blade, but this time, every Ming warrior was at least on the side for two months, and the battle entered a white-hot state from the beginning.

In the face of a larger number of Moon Warriors, the five Ming Praetorian Guards who followed together invariably chose to break the skill with force, the all-metal war spear with a long right hand, like a club, with a whistling wind, split straight down from top to bottom, the whistling wind, let the Moon Warriors who engaged in the battle, understand that this is absolutely impossible to take down with one hand, and several people in the battle, invariably crossed their hands, protected their heads and necks, and then secretly poked and poked the hook claw back, intending to use the hook claw, after blocking this plan attack, Lock up this spear, and then fight back with your companions.

The abacus played very well, but in the actual action, there was a little deviation, the spear blades intersected, a metal explosion, only the shock of the moon warrior's hands numb, the body was slightly unstable, just at the moment when the hook claw was about to lock the war spear, a big foot, rising from the ground, a heartwarming foot, kicked the moon warrior in the abdomen.

Compared with the Central Plains martial arts, the Praetorian guards are fighting on the battlefield, and between square inches, it is your life and death, so the elite of these guards have never had any beautiful and elegant moves, some are just very powerful, the movements are hidden, and even a little clumsy kicking. But every attack is as fast as lightning, and it is difficult to prevent and dodge.

This trick is heart-wrenching, as long as it kicks the position, it can directly hurt the internal organs, even if it is not good, no matter how thick the opponent's armor is, it can also make the opponent lose his center of gravity, shake, or even fall. And on the battlefield, as long as you lie down, you will never have a chance to get up again.

The warriors of the Wara Moon Division, although they have a natural strengthening in night fighting, but their ability to fight alone is far inferior to that of the Ming Janissaries, they are more likely to use poisonous moves, poisons, and traps to make the opponent lose a little blood, and then face the weak opponent, and then seal the throat.

Now facing the elite guards of the Ming Dynasty, they also want to give full play to their numerical advantages, to fight more and less, at least two to one, and thought that this is a big advantageous situation, but they didn't expect to be broken by force, only one face, was kicked back by a strong smash and a fierce kick.

This time the right kick, if it is placed on ordinary people, it is likely to kill them, but the Varat warriors of the Moon Department, after all, are also elites, and the armor on their bodies is not used to look good, they lost the center and just tilted back, slid backwards, and did not even fall, seeing that their companions had already pounced, they raised their breath violently, and attacked again, and the results of this kick were at best disrupted the rhythm of the two months of warriors.

But for the Ming Praetorian Guard, this is enough, in the face of the second Moon Warrior who pounced up, the front finger of the Praetorian Guard's spear seemed to want to take advantage of the length of the spear to stage the tactic of breaking the hook claw again, but the Moon Warrior was already prepared, and he did not hook the attack, but just used the hook claw as a shield to raise it, wanting to rush into the inner perimeter of the Praetorian Guard in one go, so as to exert the poison on the fist blade. Unexpectedly, this approach fell into the hands of the Praetorian Guard.

The short spear in his left hand suddenly came out of his hand, roaring, and was inserted squarely into the chest of the unprotected other half of the Moon Warrior. This moment of lightning and flint seemed to be a repeated replay in slow motion, the five Praetorian guards all shot with short spears, and the flying spears pierced through the five moon divisions, and then, the five moon divisions, which had lost consciousness, sent the five short spears back with inertia. The guards with two-handed weapons were murderously facing the moon who had just received a heartwarming blow.

The warriors of the Moon Department were simply stunned when they saw the Ming Guard, the killer weapon of the flying spear attack, you must know that in the Central Plains, since the Tang and Song dynasties, there have been similar weapon usages, and the killer weapon is actually the earliest name is the trump card, and it is also a short-distance throwing technique.

But in the precious iron of Warat, it is simply inconceivable to throw out the weapon in his hand, and all the people are afraid of taking off the weapon, and even the back of the saber must have a belt, which is used to put it on the wrist.

Fist blades and hook claws are special weapons, even more precious, in the moon department, many are passed down from generation to generation, tied to the arm, lest it be unstable, the Praetorian Guard's dashing flying spear, completely beyond the expectations of the Warat warriors, thousands of calculations, did not expect the other party to actually throw out the spear in his hand, and then his companion was pierced through the chest like this, and at the same time of death, he also returned the weapon.

But on the battlefield, you are not allowed to think too much, any lack of concentration, will pay a heavy price, the same is true of the shocked Wara Moon Warriors, both hands again get the double spear of the Ming Guard, stride approaching, two circling spears to the Moon Warriors who have not been able to get out of the shock carried out a round of fierce attack, in the sound of explosive bean-like metal impact, after all, the Moon Warriors are not as good as people and always guard against flying spear attacks, by a round of rapid attack, disrupted the stitches, the opponent's spear stabbed faster and faster, The weapon in his hand can only be passively defended, and the weapon of the fist blade, as an offensive weapon, is undoubtedly very good, but as a defensive weapon, its protective ability is too weak, and in the high-speed fight, a loophole cannot be recovered.

Soon, after a few screams, the ten warriors of the Wara Moon Department who attacked the Ming Praetorian Guard all fell.

In fact, while attacking the five Praetorian guards in pairs, Situ and Zhao Jinlong each faced three Moon Warriors of Warat. But unfortunately, they found the wrong opponent today, Zhao Jinlong, as Ling Xingyue's deputy commander of the Praetorian Guard, since the beginning of this battle, he and Situ have been leading this special operations team, thinking every day about how to maximize victory with the least battle damage, and using various tactical tactics with all their might, so that the brothers can return to Daming with all their beards and tails.

But unfortunately, there are still many brothers who have left their names in this Hull, and Zhao Jinlong's heart has long been filled with angry flames. It's just that he is the commander of a unit, and he can't act rashly, so he can only put these anger in the deepest part of his heart, and leave his ice-like calmness and reason to his brothers, so that it is possible to bring more people home.