Seeing that the road ahead was blocked, the tall man ordered the six black-armored cavalrymen to dismount and go to clean the spikes from the ground.

After that, he divided ten men to deal with the group of new troops who were catching up behind.

In the face of the enemy, which was several times their size, the soldiers of the Guardian Sect had no fear, and took firm steps to meet them.

On the contrary, it was the new army on the opposite side, after seeing the armor and sharp blades that flashed with cold light in the night, some people's hearts sprouted retreat.

But those black-armored warriors didn't give them a chance to regret it, and the next moment they had already brandished the long sword in their hands and killed it.

The person at the front of Chong should be a nearby farmer, holding a hoe in his hand, it can be seen that his life should be quite moist recently, although his body is still very thin, but the lower abdomen has gradually become rounded.

He also wore a woolen cloak with a rather beautiful style, and he didn't know where he had snatched it.

He clearly liked the cloak too, and even though the winter was over and the temperature was starting to rise, he still insisted on wearing it on his body.

Soon, however, the woollen cloak was cut in half, along with the flesh and blood underneath, and the intestines and stomach were scattered all over the ground.

Where have the Forces nouvelles seen such horrific scenes?

It's all shocking!

But the battle-hardened black-armored warriors of the Guardian Sect would not be in a daze like them, and there was no expression on their faces.

The man with the sword seemed to have done something very ordinary, and then moved on to the next target.

His companions were just like him, silently waving their weapons, taking a life with almost every shot.

That scene was like ten Menghu jumping into the flock, no matter how many sheep there were, it was still not Menghu's opponent, and he didn't even have the power to resist.

The crying father who was killed soon called his mother, and he no longer thought about any gold, he just wanted to run back.

And the six people on the other side were about to clear a way out of the spikes on the ground.

Hearing that traffic was about to resume, Herodotus breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a faint sense of anxiety in his heart.

The main thing is that Herodotus did not know where these sneak attackers came from.

The fact that he was going to quietly leave Scaly City tonight was known to no third person except the tall man.

But those sneak attackers not only knew that he was going, but also knew the time he had chosen, and the route out of the city, and set up an ambush on the road in advance.

This is something that Herodotus could not understand.

Before, no matter how chaotic the city was, he had expected it, but now for the first time, he felt that his plans were in danger of getting out of control.

Coupled with the inexplicable disappearance of the golden boy not long ago, Herodotus felt like he was being targeted by someone.

Could it be that Martina's people have already infiltrated the city? But Martina's way of doing things was always above board, and the people shouldn't have known he was in the carriage.

Herodotus was still thinking when he suddenly heard the roar of a tall man outside the carriage, "Despicable bastard! ”

But it was a black-armored warrior who was chasing the defeated new army, and he didn't expect that a guy next to him who had been holding his head suddenly came around behind him.

Then he stabbed the spear in his hand forward, piercing him directly through the calf.

Then the man who fled in front also turned back, pounced on him, and the knife in his hand stabbed the throat of the black-armored warrior who fell to the ground, killing the latter.

His methods were clean and neat, and his cooperation with his companions was very tacit, and at first glance he had practiced many times, which was definitely not something that the peasants and beggars in the new army could do.

This was the first time that the Guardian Team had been attritional tonight, and a look of anger appeared on the calm face of the tall man at the head.

But it didn't take long for his anger to turn to horror.

The fall of the black-armored warrior seemed to blow some kind of horn for the other side, and many of those who were still fleeing stood still, turned to meet the enemy, and often they did not fight alone, but with one or two helpers.

The helpers were also mixed in with the fleeing new army at first, but they unknowingly approached their enemies.

Dirty sneak attacks are everywhere.

Some black-armored warriors were caught off guard and were caught off guard, killing in the crowd one second, and being wiped on their necks the next.

Almost in the space of two or three breaths, more than half of the ten men sent out by the tall man to meet the enemy had fallen.

Although the remaining four escaped the first wave of assassinations, they couldn't hold out for long, they were already encircled, and each of them had to face four or five opponents, and these opponents were not weak.

Where did so many masters come out?

At this time, the tall men didn't realize that these people were not new troops, although their weapons were varied, and their fighting styles were not the same, but most of them were good and had considerable combat experience.

Before the tall man could send someone to rescue the remaining four Guardian soldiers, reinforcements from the other side arrived first.

The group of crossbowmen who had ambushed them on the street reappeared, only eight remaining, and almost all of them were wounded, but none of the black-armored warriors who were entangled with them returned.

The outcome of the previous battle is clearly self-evident.

Although the tall man already had some foreboding when the first black-armored warrior was attacked, the shock in his heart was still indescribable when all this really happened.

This is probably the biggest setback that the Guardian Team has encountered in the past hundred years, and the last setback has to be traced back to the kidnapping of the prophet Merlin of the Shuangxiu Sect in the Green Field.

The attrition brought about this time is already twice as high as the last one, and this is clearly not the final number.

A cold light flashed in the tall man's eyes, and he said to one of his subordinates beside him, "Protect your lord." ”

With that, he drew his sword from his waist, dismounted and walked towards the group of enemies opposite.

More than thirty people had gathered on the opposite side, and the number had already exceeded that of the Guardians.

However, the tall man still only led a team.

In addition to the fact that the rest of the people have to protect the carriage, but also because he has enough confidence in himself.

Even in the strong team of Guardians, he is still the top master.

Usually training and fighting, few people can last 30 moves in his hands.

It's just that after becoming the captain and leading the team alone, he doesn't make many moves, but this doesn't mean that his martial arts have declined.

On the contrary, he is stronger now than ever.

And tonight, in the predicament he had not felt afraid for a long time, but the flame in his eyes burned even brighter.

At this time, he stood in the middle of the street, his iron body like a demon god!