On the long bluestone brick-paved streets, the shops on both sides are closing rapidly. With the Dream ()

Pedestrians fled to the alleys on both sides and nearby, for fear of colliding with a grumpy uncle and having their heads cut off casually.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The footsteps were uniform, and more than 600 soldiers in fine iron armor walked briskly.

The footsteps of these soldiers were uniform, as if they were about to shatter the earth, but judging from the equipment they carried, they were still divided into four camps.

The first camp wears a sword at his waist and is in good shape;

The second camp carried huge shields, like moving towers and mountains;

The third camp was armed with a huge horse, and its figure was powerful, especially a pair of arms, and the muscles were high and bulging;

The fourth camp carried a longbow and a quiver, and the eyes of the soldiers were shining;

There were more or less people in the military formation, and at the front of the soldiers were five handsome young generals.

At the forefront is none other than Zhou Kun, the hero of Tianming County.

The strength of Heavenly Mandate County ranks second among the thirteen county towns in Tiesha County, except for Xiongshi Du from Broken Moon County, which ranks first, that is, the terrible snowflake spirit, the strongest is him.

Because the strength of the male 'Du' is too strong, Zhou Kun united several heroes, wanting to destroy the strongest first, and then fight internally.

But he didn't expect that there would be a Su Ang, which made him tangled and ruthless.

Xiongshi Moxu asked softly: "Brother Zhou Kun, didn't we say that we would unite with the Su family, why did you kill him first?"

"Because there are five of us, of course!"

The other man laughed.

This hero's name was Wu Cheng, and as his name suggested, his dark skin and steely muscles were like an impregnable city.

Facing the ink beard, he didn't have the slightest respect, and glanced at it with disdain.

Among the five of them, Mosu was the strongest, but the weakest.

Mosu is from a poor background, don't look at his gentle appearance, and he speaks softly, but the reason why Mosu can become a chivalrous hero is all because of the money obtained from robbing the house.

They don't kill as many people as Mobeard, and they don't have the strength of Mobeard.

But what does it matter.

Mosu came to the county city of Tiesha, and it was alone, and each of them brought more than a hundred soldiers with good strength.

Mowhisker is stronger than them, but only to a limited extent.

Together with their soldiers, they were able to destroy the Inkbeard......

Zhou Kun's attitude was very kind, and he smiled at Mo Xu: "Su Jiazi is indeed a good helper, but just like Brother Wu Cheng said, a few of us can deal with Du, as long as there is no Su Jiazi to make trouble, we can easily achieve the first goal." ”

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

Zhou Kun said again: "The courtyard where the Su family is resting has been chaotic for a while, and obviously something has gone wrong, so let's kill him first." ”

"Of course. ”

"Beat the water dogs. ”

Wu Cheng smiled even more happily, and Mosu also nodded slightly, but seeing the attitude of the other heroes, Zhou Kun's eyes were a little subtle.

He was timid......

That's right, destroy Su Ang first.

Not because of anything else, because he was afraid of Su Ang.

Zhou Kun wanted to join forces with Su Ang to destroy Xue Anzai in Poyue County first, that is, the guy with the pseudonym 'Du'.

Although Xue Anzai is a lone traveler, Xue Anzai's speed is too terrifying, and in recent days, he has been hiding in the center of the military formation, saving himself from being destroyed by Du.

But now, what he is afraid of is another Su family.

Every time he thought of the bloody pictures in the corridors of the city gates, he would be scared once.

He didn't want to be alone with Su Ang, he was afraid that he would become as boneless as Murong Zun in Hangu County......

"Well, that's it. ”

Looking at the plaque on the dry dock in front of him, Zhou Kun walked to the side.

Wu Cheng and the other three also followed him to get out of the way, kicked open the door of the roadside shop, and found a stool to sit down, leaving only Mosu with more than 600 soldiers to continue walking towards the interior of the dry dock.

The number of heroes is very precious, and there are naturally rules for the competition.

In addition to not allowing anyone over the age of thirty to take action, the heroes could not join forces to fight, that is, they could lend troops to Inkbeard, but they could never join forces with Inkbeard themselves.

"More than 600 soldiers, the Su family is dead. ”

Zhou Kun sat on the stool, twisting the jasper handle in his hand, and suddenly couldn't help but exert himself and pinched the precious piece into pieces.

Su Ang is dead, and he has a missing knot.

Just last night, he dreamed that he and Su Ang teamed up to kill Xue Anzai, and when they attacked each other, he was bombarded to the ground by Su Ang's poems, and was ground up by Su Ang's righteous son Qiuluo, and painted a picture of a lady on the ground.

He dreamed that he was trampled on by countless people, but there was nothing he could do.

Because he is just a bloody picture on the ground.

"Su Jiazi, you must die!" Zhou Kun muttered to himself.

Later, Zhou Kun glanced at Wu Cheng and the others beside him, and felt a lot more at ease.

He had lent his horses to Mosu, but there were three other heroes by his side, so what was he afraid of?

Even if Xue An came over now...... "Huh?" Zhou Kun suddenly let out a groan.

At the same time, Wu Cheng and the others were staring at the foreheads of the other party and the others, their eyes full of fear.

Zhou Kun saw that Wu Cheng and the others had a very crystalline and very small snowflake on their foreheads, and unconsciously touched their foreheads.

He felt a hint of coldness, and then looked at the goose feathers and snow outside the house.

When did the snowflakes fall on their foreheads?

I guess it's been a long time.

[If it weren't for the heavy snow outside, I wouldn't, I wouldn't have been plotted so easily, the snow is here, you're not so strong, I'm not so weak, I, I, I'm ......]

Before the thought was finished, there was a sudden pop.

Zhou Kun fell to the ground with great regret and his own ambition, and blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, quickly drowning his eyes that were somewhat hollow, but still ambitious.

"One, two, three, four...... Tsk, carefully toss a stick of incense demonic energy, this can kill them. ”

Next to the corpse appeared a man, his face angular and glowing as cold as ice.

Xue An was holding on to the table and panting, looking in the direction of the dry dock with excitement.

Mo Xu took six hundred and thirty-nine soldiers to find trouble with the Su family.

And Su Jiazi, he should have fallen asleep at this time, right?

Xue Anzai's eyes kept flickering.

After seeing Su Ang's attitude towards ghosts and spirits, he suddenly felt that it was better to let Su Ang do it as a heroic man himself.

Su Ang is not a spirit, if he becomes a hero, he will definitely be reused by Wang Qing.

If Su Ang was willing to issue a decree, the obstacles he would face would definitely be much smaller than his.

"Su Jiazi, you arrested me, but you didn't kill me, this quota should be regarded as a reward for you. ”

Xue An sat next to the corpse and reached out to pour a cup of cold coarse tea in the shop.

He drank the coarse tea deliciously, and in the face of the frightened eyes of the shopkeeper's family, he just smiled slightly, pressed his palm down, and signaled that the shopkeeper's family should be quiet.

He still looked in the direction of the dry dock......

Su Jiazi, you have to be a hero, I will help you once.

But......

"Hahaha!"

Xue An was laughing wildly: "Okay, Su Jiazi is good, I am willing to help you, but those subordinates of yours have nothing to do with me, they want to follow you to soar, first of all, to save your life!

......

More than 600 soldiers in fine iron armor surrounded the courtyard where Su Ang was.

The sound of neat footsteps shook the earth, and there was still a long way to go, so the little pavilion guard squinted his eyes and looked at the black pressure coming in front of him.

The small pavilion pawn was of short stature, squatting at the gate, holding a firewood knife, looking shabby.

However, when the little pavilion pawn's eyes narrowed, a flash of light pierced the ground in front of him.

I don't know when, the little pavilion pawn has already stood up, and the long-handled sickle is carved into the ground, drawing a fiery red outline, and also releasing an obvious signal.

On the former - die!

............

"The archers retreat, the shield soldiers raise their shields, the lance soldiers assault, and the sword soldiers are ready to fire!"

Mosu had no experience in leading troops, but at this time, Mosu's gentle face brought a crazy blood-colored killing intent, and the four-character military orders came out one after another.

At his command, the shieldmen marched forward and lined up in three rows, the first of which crouched down and erected their shields, and the second of which connected the shields to the ones below and raised them diagonally upwards.

The third row of horses took up their steps, and after exhaling, they became a mountain overhead.

The shield formed a semicircle, like the hard scale armor of a pangolin, and it was impermeable to defend, and the only gap was a long horse lance sticking out, blocking the bloodthirsty eyes of the swordsmen behind.

"Archers set up arrows, shoot twenty in a row, steady three breaths, clear the bag!" Mosu continued to order.

The so-called cleaning is to shoot all the arrows in the quiver. There were twenty arrows in one quiver, and after they were shot, the soldiers' strength was exhausted, and they needed to take three to five breaths before they had the strength to continue shooting.

So hundreds of archers retreated to the rear of the shield array, and wanted to shoot twenty arrows in a row from the sky, and then see how their strength recovered, and continued to shoot all the arrows in the remaining two quivers.

Mosu wants to turn Suang's courtyard into a hedgehog and shoot all of Suang's men to death.

If it weren't snowing in the sky, he would have shot not ordinary arrows, but rockets wrapped in tarpaulin.

The ruthlessness of the bloodthirsty bandits can be seen......

"Arrows ahead, defend!"

The little pavilion pawn shouted a rare word, and the long-handled sickle suddenly broke.

His scythe was changed again, no longer a single short-handled scythe, or a long-handled scythe, but a fine iron rod with an iron cable attached to the hilt of the sickle.

This is a two-stage style weapon, which is more difficult to handle.

But if the knife technique is enough, it is even sharper.

Whoosh!

The arrows fell like rain, black and oppressive, pouring down like dark clouds.

Under such a large array of arrows, not to mention how many dead and wounded there will be in the courtyard, this little pavilion guard guarding the door will definitely not be able to live.

Murwhisker had already shifted his gaze to the little pavilion pawn, excited, wanting to see the little pavilion pawn being shot back by the range of the leaking sieve, and then repulsed by more arrows, pierced through, and nailed to the heavy gate.

Then, the people and the gate were shattered by powerful arrows.

The arrow fell, piercing the sky as if it were about to pierce everything.

The hard courtyard walls were all shot through, and they were punched one after another by force, but at this moment, suddenly, the scythe of the little pavilion pawn spun.

"Circling ......the scythe," the little pavilion boy said softly.

His culture is not high, his IQ is not high, he will take a name or something, he won't.

The name is a bit rough, but these tricks are evolved from his 10,000 or tens of thousands of slashes a day.

It's real, and it's weird.

Countless arrows were chopped up by the small pavilion, and his body wandered in the light of the sword, and under such a terrible rain of swords, he was able to protect the gate of the courtyard with a smile.

"I don't have a high level of culture, I don't understand anything. ”

The little pavilion guard spoke a little sadly, and smiled gently: "But I know that the gate is the face of an adult, and I have to protect it, and I can protect it." ”

Crackling, countless arrows were sliced to pieces by the scythe's knife wheel.

The small pavilion pawn's short body was tumbling and rolling, and his movements were not good-looking, but ......

"It's a ranger!"

Mobeard's face was not good-looking.

The sword rain in the military array is particularly terrifying, so many sharp arrows, even a hero like him can shoot to death, but the ranger is different.

Even if a ranger like Xiao Tingpai does not have the strength of a hero, he can come and go freely in the rain of swords.

What's the matter, not convinced?

Other people's knife skills are good!

Moxu's face was pale, as if he had swallowed a toad alive, he was a hero, watching Gao Ge, whose strength was not enough for him, but he regarded the rain of arrows that could shoot him as a game.

There are so many arrows, as long as one hits him, he will be consumed and nailed to the wall.

But people's little pavilions are different, even if the arrow rain is powerful, you have to shoot people first......

[Is this the power of the Su family? Even a little man who guards the door is a ranger?!!!]

Mo Xu understood Zhou Kun and knew why the surroundings were so jealous of the Su family.

A hero-level autumn fall, amazing, is the son of the Su family;

A ranger who sees the rain of arrows as nothing, it's amazing, it's for the Su family to show the door!

Mosu suddenly had a not-so-wonderful feeling, and he believed that when he was killing, those who were killed must have felt the same way as him.

But it can't be.

Even if you can't shoot these rangers, Su Ang's command can't all be rangers, right?

He looked into the courtyard and was even more surprised.

Because the rain of arrows kept falling, but in the courtyard, there was not even the slightest sound of dying screams.

............

Twenty rounds of arrows had been fired, and only a few arrows remained.

At this time, the devastated courtyard wall finally collapsed, revealing a bright silver white.

It's ice!

Countless snow piles together and turns into a thick wall of ice!

Feng Fuji stood behind the ice wall and laughed: "Brother Ji Ran is really a good Wenjie, let the brothers make the ice wall first!

Hearing this, the two hundred soldiers raised their heads to the sky and roared, roaring into incomparable madness.

They bent their bows and took their arrows, and their arrows rained down.

Only this time, it was aimed at the enemy's battle array!

"Steady!" exclaimed Mowhisker.

But before the sound fell, the arrows came with golden mangs, and where could ordinary shields block the arrows mixed with gold, which were crackled and cracked again and again.

The cracks are also expanding rapidly.

"Damn, where did the Su family get so much money!"

Unable to continue the defense, unable to hold on, Mosu let the shield soldiers step forward, and the lance soldiers and sword soldiers rushed out, using the cost of more than half of the shield soldiers' casualties, and quickly jumped onto the low ice wall.

Two hundred against six hundred, and a bloody battle broke out immediately!

But......

Whew!

The soldiers who rushed to the front were quickly cut off their arms, legs, and heads.

Feng Fuji led people to look up to the sky and laughed wildly, and actually charged back.

"I can be a military commander even if I wait for the weakest!"

"Who will die, who will die, who will die!"

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