"Ben will be here!"

The adjutant general shouted, claiming to be the leader of the guards, pointed his long sword, and drank: "Who dares to mess up?!" ”

The soldiers fell silent for a moment, and then they heard the lieutenant continue to say, "Take them down!" ”

The spears around the slaves instantly stabbed at the rushing slaves, reaping the fresh lives in strings, crying regardless of their life and death.

Childe's expression became more and more grim, and the long sword slashed, "Quick!" ”

He killed, blocked, and under the struggle to block, he led the remaining hundred people to merge into Xia Ji's team.

Kankan paused and looked at the sturdy lieutenant general, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Looking at the battle situation in front of us at this time, it can be described as a tragic situation in the world.

Also, how can a big pork stick be able to resist a spear that kills people every day?

He looked ahead, and the spear was stained with blood flowing down the iron handle, and a stab was a string of three or two, and the flesh hung on it.

One person couldn't pull it down, so two or three people needed to step on the corpse on it, and pull the handle of the spear out hard, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.

With a snort, blood splattered, and the spear was pulled out with a fierce thud.

Childe turned his head sideways to look at Xia Ji, and saw that she closed her eyes, and the sun was shining on her forehead, eyes, lips, and fair skin were full of sunlight, which was obviously brilliant but looked futile and sad.

As soon as Xia Ji opened his eyes again, it was a deep and rapidly scattered rotating astrolabe, as if once it was indulged, it would be devoured and difficult to redeem.

Once again, the mixed ranks of slaves grew stronger, confronting the other side of the escort blocking the alleyway, both sides equal in number but ...... strength

One side has a spear and a horse, fat and strong, and one side has big bones and foot bones.

With a single eye, you can know which is stronger and which is weaker.

Storming, a dead end.

Xia Ji raised his eyes, wiped his sword, stared at the sword body calmly in silence, the horses snorted thirty paces away, and the front hooves were digging the soil and staring at the enemy.

Immediately, the adjutant general bowed his head and summoned a small soldier, and passed the word in his ear, and soon the four big men quickly stepped forward and moved very quickly, raising dust.

After a while, he ran to the crossbow of the gods, lifted the cart and walked back, Xia Ji bent the bow and drew the arrows with a calm expression, brush!

An arrow shot a man in the left leg and fell to the ground instantly.

The other three hurriedly dragged and dragged the deputy general to the side of the lieutenant, and Xia Ji was still waiting to shoot again......

I saw that the deputy general on the opposite side shot straight at Xia Ji, and quickly rushed between Xia Ji's eyes with the sound of the wind.

The three of them had already returned to the group, and only the man who was left to breathe was lying in the dirt and crawling back desperately, swallowing his saliva and not daring to look back.

The arrow feather on his left leg trembled slightly, and it hurt when he moved, and he crawled with all his strength, and a trace of human body squirming snaked out of the loess......

Xia Ji put down his bow and waited for a long time for the man to be happy, it's almost there!

There are still four or five steps to climb back......

Unexpectedly, the adjutant general on the opposite side, his general, drew his bow and shot quickly at the man without raising his eyes, straight to the center.

Belch!

A short sound.

Xia Ji only saw that the back of his head struggled, his legs drooped as soon as he moved, and his vital features disappeared.

She looked at the lieutenant general, who raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, looking proud.

Xia Ji suppressed his anger, he couldn't be impulsive, once he fought to the death with his army, all the slaves here would die without a place to bury.

That...... After that, the slaves will never dare to resist, and they will ...... There's no turning over.

The lieutenant jumped down and whispered a few times.

A tall strong man pushed away the obstacles, strode forward and pressed the bow of the divine bow as soon as he raised his hand, first tried to flick it, and then stretched out his arm.

Everyone held their breath, and Xia Ji stared at that place, his eyes dark.

He pulled the muscles of his arms, his face was a little embarrassed, he gasped, his hand was still on it, and beads of sweat suddenly came out, floating on his forehead, shiny and shiny.

It was sunburned again, and it was completely brightly reflected.

Hey, the slaves stared with bated breath, and it turned out to be anticlimactic, and they suddenly let out a disdainful sound.

I can't even pull a bow, and I'm the first strong man!

Gee......

The strong man naturally heard the sound of contempt, and he didn't dare to look back, for fear that if he turned around, his head would fall to the ground and he would never survive.

He didn't dare to take it lightly this time, he inhaled sharply, squatted with a step, held his breath in a deep voice, grabbed the bowstring and put the spear on the other hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled slowly.

The tight strings were pulled by the thick arms, and little by little, with reluctance, slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, extremely slow, but still slowly opening.

As soon as the strong man was overjoyed, his breath was discharged, and seeing that the string was about to return to its original position, he immediately stared at the cart with his feet and pulled the bowstring with all his strength.

Unexpectedly, when the semicircular bowstring is pulled, it will not move, and no matter how much you grit your teeth, you can't move it at all.

"Hahaha......"

"What is the first strong man, I'm afraid it's the first delicate, right?"

"Go down quickly, give your master a ** bottom plate!"

"What bow are you here to draw?"

The slaves laughed merrily, and Fourteen and Eleven mingled, sneering and attacking each other.

The strong man's face was flushed, and he wanted to pull it again, but he was stopped by the deputy general, "Get out!" ”

The strong man was stunned and hurriedly retreated.

Xia Ji had already kicked up and rushed towards the lieutenant general, with a half-empty hand, shouting: "Look at the poison!" ”

The adjutant general was taken aback, and hurriedly reined in his horse and shouted, "Retreat!" ”

Everyone hurriedly retreated, quickly pulling away twenty paces.

Xia Ji also stopped stepping forward, standing in front of the divine bow and crossbow, beckoning Mi Fang to lead the slaves forward.

She pursed her lips, lifted her breath, and held the bowstring with her open hand.

"Duh! Boy Ann dares to try the bow?! ”

When the strong man saw that Xia Ji not only did not chase after him, he also put his hand on the bowstring, looking eager to try.

He felt that the title of the No. 1 warrior in Chen Country had been challenged, or was he challenged by this yellow-haired junior, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous if it was passed out?

Xia Ji ignored it, and put it on the divine bow and crossbow with all his thoughts, and the grasp grabbed the bowstring and stretched the forearm, and with a force, it was pulled to a semicircular arc, and his left hand dragged the spear and arrow on one side and placed it on it.

The strong man was shocked, and when he saw that this thin boy was so easily pulled into a semicircle, he couldn't help but feel worried, if this kid succeeded, then he ......

Isn't it shameless, what kind of first strong man is this?

Everyone was surprised and looked at Xia Ji incredulously.

Only the Mi Fang faction is a matter of course, with her being able to lift a boulder at the age of five, the battle of the Fourteenth Qingmu has established the status of a divine general.

The so-called divine power is not boastful.

I saw Xia Ji gritting his teeth fiercely, and the tense muscles drove the bowstring to move up slowly, the bowstring was too hard, but the hand was too delicate and soft, and the tight force instantly made the palm of the hand bloody, and the palm was red.

Sure enough, this body is still too fragile.

Xia Ji sighed.

At this time, she couldn't help but miss her five big and three coarse original goods, but it was useless to think about it at the moment.

The semicircle turned into an ellipse, and the guards had raised their spears.

The ellipse gradually became a full circle, and the lieutenant quickly pulled his bow and shot arrows, without blinking his eyes, and the cold arrows that were poked and poked rushed forward.

From the moment he took the arrow, he stepped forward and threw out the iron sword in his hand, with a whirling wind, blocking the lieutenant's arrow.

But the arrow still shot over, and with a slanted tilt, it rushed to the soles of Xia Ji's feet.