A Tartar centurion jumped high like an ape, with the blade of the saber in his hand facing down, stabbing into the forehead of a defender of the city, until only the handle of the knife was still outside, and the rest of the knife was pierced into the opponent's body, holding another saber in the other hand, cutting it horizontally, cutting off all the opponent's armpits and above horizontally, this part was still inserted in his first knife, and then he looked at the enemy who was still scared and urinated on the other side and sneered、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 He took the corpse off the knife like a string and continued to pounce、、、、、、、、、、

I don't know why these Tatar centurions seem to have no sense of pain, and they only know how to kill like undead, it's so terrifying. This scene is terrifying!

The 300 Tatar centurions kept moving forward like a teacup in one hand, leaving room for the rest of the Tatars who used the steps of the tower cart to climb the city walls, and soon there were more and more Tatars on the city walls, more and more, and after forming a certain size, the city walls were basically theirs.

The city walls were in disarray, and the city gates were not stable, and after two of the three crashing cars were smashed, the city gates were finally knocked open.

A large number of Tatars on horseback rushed to the city gates.

The city wall and the city gate were about to be lost, and at this moment, two huge noises resounded through the battlefield, and hundreds of huge stones suddenly leaned down on both sides of the city gate, sealing the city gate to death、、、、、、、、、、、、

This trick is ruthless, I don't want it at the city gate、、、、、、、

But even this was of no avail, because under the charge of 300 red-eyed Tartar centurions, the Tatars were almost close to forcing the defenders off the walls. The outcome is decided, and even Eastwood plans to take the "silencers" to fight their way out.

"It seems that my task of driving a nail into purgatory will be completed in a few years!"

Eastwood mounted his horse and was about to flee towards the south gate. "Silencer: Each of them carries a lot of softness, mostly yellow and white, in case of a comeback.

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The battlefield suddenly sounded the sound of bull horns unique to the barbarians, and not two for attacking, not three for retreating, but four.

"What does it mean?"

Eastwood asked, stunned, on his horse. But no one answered him.

The Tatars on the city wall were also stunned when they heard the sound of four bull horns, but after the flute. It is the evacuation of the conditioned reflex, and it is the evacuation of the death, regardless of the evacuation of the qiē、、、、、、、、、、、、、

In addition to the 300 Tatar centurions who were infused with unknown herbs、、、、、、 they were still rushing and killing, and they kept doing all kinds of cruel things. Playing with corpses seems to have become their hobby.

The Tatars in the city managed to climb up with great difficulty. Now he has to be used again, where can the narrow tower cart accommodate so many people, there have been many stampedes, many Tatars have been trampled to pieces, and the flesh and blood will forever stick together with this siege machine.

The Tatars who were riding on horses outside the city had long since ignored them, and they didn't even return to Dazhai, and rode their horses directly in the direction of the wasteland、、、、、、、、

But what really happened, and what did the four horns mean???????????

That's when Eastwood remembered. He did something, did something he had given up. The Gallic Empire and the Tatars have always been at odds, and the national border between the two sides is together, Eastwood wrote and directed this barbarian siege drama by himself, spent 10 pounds of diamonds to buy a guard on the border of the Gallic Empire, so that he could pull the army out of the border between the two countries in the near future to practice, no need to really fight, just dangling on the border line, he didn't reply for a long time, he thought it was no play, it turned out that the Gallic army was assembled on the border, which frightened the Tatar Khan, and urgently issued an order to recall these Tatars、、、、、、、、、

The four horns are - King Qin's order, no one dares to disobey.

Eastwood traded ten pounds of diamonds for a military exercise, at least that's what the border guard told his majesty, he said it was a military exercise.

"Money is so big in this world!"

Eastwood wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and sighed.

Whoosh!!!!!

300 Tatar centurions, the last three of them were shot and killed, and the remaining one, only one arm was left, both legs and the other arm were gone, and they kept spinning in place, looking fiercely at the soldiers who were defending the city on the opposite side, and those soldiers were finally relieved now, but so, no matter how brave the beast and demon were, it was also a creature, and there was a time to die, and you were not a god、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

In the end, the Tatar centurion was surrounded by more than 20 soldiers and chopped for half an hour in a row for 、、、、、、、、、 (that's it for the wonton stuffing??????????)

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Eyes returned to the abandoned heights, on the territory of Hannibal, a team of about 300 people appeared here, looking dressed as westerners, among which was a carriage, extremely gorgeous, most likely a nobleman or even a royal family. Heavy cavalry half infantry, half in extravagant plate armor, and a few men dressed as magicians.

There were four strange figures in the procession, they were located at the front and end of the line, two at the front of the line, two at the end of the line, wearing heavy armor with no face visible at all, the armor was dark blue, looking at the thickness of the armor, even Jobs had a lot of effort to put on it.

They are the "Tidal Warriors", the strongest military class that can survive in the small country of Gaul, in the west where there are many powerful countries、、、、、、、

Hannibal sat on the top of the hill and watched the slowly marching team below, picking his teeth with a toothpick, looking like a hooligan: "What is the matter? Have you given protection money, just from my ??????border?"

recall

Paristin: " This is even more of a top secret, but my original master, Baron Latour, is a retired tidal warrior, he said that the tidal samurai, the reason why the samurai is powerful has nothing to do with the samurai, mainly because of the alchemy armor he wears, and by chance I have seen a broken second-generation tidal samurai armor, which is sea blue, with a crossbow arrow on the left and right shoulders, and the whole body is fused with high-density mercury and some rare metals, which can automatically recover after being attacked and transformed, and the armor is one-piece, cannot be separated, and even the eye position is covered after wearingIt is said to be an amphibious battle armor! And all tidal warriors can not be strong, but their mental strength must be high, and the height requirement is between 1.75 and 1.8 meters, even if it is more or less、、

After saying that, poor Barra played with the corner of his clothes and looked at Hannibal.

Hannibal: "That's all you know?"

Paristeen nodded.

End of Memory、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、

"I'm driving this way!"

Jobs shouted at the Gallic adventurers opposite.

Stewart's hippie smile calmly echoed, "Hey!"

Steve Jobs: "I planted this tree!"

Stewart continued to echo as if he were talking about cross talk: "Yes!"

Steve Jobs: "If you want to live 、、、、、、、 from here"

Stewart looked at Jobs with a questioning expression: "What do you want?"

Jobs took a deep breath: "Stay and buy road money!"

Stewart tilted his head to the side with a helpless expression: "Hi 、、、、、、、"

(I wrote this paragraph myself and laughed crazy、、、、、、、、、、、 tone refers to Guo Degang and Yu Qian's cross talk、、、、、、、、、、)

The sun shone obliquely at noon, and the three robbers of Hannibal Jobs and Stewart stood in front of the Gallic adventure team they saw yesterday.

Hannibal sat on a throne made of antlers, fir and iron, wearing sunglasses, silk and squeezing、、、、、、、、、 but since Hannibal became rich, he began to dislike wearing armor, and wore a brown silk robe full of thorns all day long, and wore sunglasses.

Jobs and Stewart were on Hannibal's left and right, both with a rogue and flirtatious little girl's smile, lazily holding their weapons, while Hannibal was still playing rock-paper-scissors、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 Jobs' equipment and his burning bag, customized oversized plate armor trident and shield, Stewart was much more low-key, wearing the same equipment as ordinary firstborn group warriors, black heavy armor and red cloak. It's just that the weapon in his hand is not an axe gun, but a scythe and spear that Stewart is used to. The two of them stood on both sides of Hannibal, one left and one right, although there were only three people facing the elite of more than 300 people, and their aura actually pressed each other down instantly. (To be continued......)