"kill!"

Countless assassination exercises made Lin Da's hands extremely stable.

The spear pierced into the chest of the toothless enemy soldier like lightning. Lin Da saw the shock and pain on the opponent's face, twisted it without hesitation, and then put away the gun.

Blood spurts.

Lin Da's eyes were all red.

"kill!"

His comrades behind him stabbed him from the side.

Lin Da put away his gun and took the opportunity to breathe.

"kill!"

The spears stabbed intensively.

"ah!"

In front of the array, a death battalion sergeant was hit hard on the shoulder by a mace. Just when the enemy was getting proud, a shot from the side was inserted into his lower abdomen. After a vigorous stir, the enemy knelt down and fell down.

Yang Xuan watched this scene indifferently.

There is a gap in the array.

"Broken!" someone screamed.

"Get out of the way!"

A pair of axes suddenly appeared in the gap.

The axes were dancing, and the screams were extremely harsh.

"The gap has been opened."

The people around Nayin were surprised as soon as they started cheering.

"The prisoners in the death camps... are surprisingly tough!"

Nayin said gloomily: "That idiot Hua Zhuo, he underestimated this young county magistrate."

The confidant smiled and said: "Don't worry, leader, they won't last long."

Nayin nodded, "Send the order to defeat the enemy, five sheep per person!"

"The leader has an order to defeat the enemy. Each man has five sheep!"

The Waxie tribe is located between the Tang Dynasty and the Northern Liao Dynasty. If the two countries did not need a buffer zone, they would have been destroyed long ago. Even so, their life is not good. The leader and others are okay, but the herdsmen below can

When you have a full meal, you should thank the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

So after hearing that five sheep had been defeated by the enemy, those Vashe warriors went berserk.

The first row felt the pressure immediately.

"Mr. Lang!"

The old thief saw the crisis.

Yang Xuan shook his head and said coldly: "You can't move at this moment. Tell Zhao Youcai that if you die, you have to die at the front."

"But the villain is worried that those prisoners are not strong-willed."

The old thief's concerns are not paranoid. Although the death camp has been won over by Yang Xuan, it has never experienced such a tough battle. Once someone collapses, it will be completely disorganized in an instant.

Yang Xuan's eyelids twitched.

Ahead, the enemy troops continued to compress the formation of the death camp, and people kept falling down, and were immediately hacked to death with random knives.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath.

He regretted not bringing Nan He here. If Nan He was here, then his people would be the backbone of the array, and this would not be the case.

The old thief cupped his hands and said, "Lang Jun, the villain is gone."

"Old thief!" Yang Xuan was stunned.

The old thief waved his hand without looking back and smiled.

"Old thief!" Wang Laoer shouted.

The old thief went around from behind.

He held a spear in his hand and squeezed to the front.

ah!

A sergeant fell down and was dragged out.

The following sergeant was about to take over his position according to the rules, but the old thief came up.

"kill!"

The old thief doesn't have a standard grip on a gun, but he has some skills.

When the enemy in front of him saw a little old man approaching, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He waved his knife and prepared to harvest the heads.

He was wearing armor and thought about how strong an old man could be. So he rushed over unscrupulously.

The spear pierced straight into his chest and was then pulled out.

The old thief took a step forward.

"kill!"

With his gray beard and hair flying in the wind, the old thief who killed the enemy again raised his spear high and shouted: "Death camp!"

The people around Mingfu are here!

This discovery gave the sergeants in the death camp a reassurance.

The crowd roared wildly.

"Fight to the death!"

If you don't retreat.

I will follow!

The figure on the right is still there, and more than ten riders are approaching from the front, but Yang Xuan remains indifferent.

Wang Laoer rushed over with several cavalrymen.

The enemy troops in front kept attacking and squeezing.

The cheers were like bursts of thunder.

The earth is trembling.

The array seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"kill!"

Rows of spears stabbed wildly.

…

Wang Laoer rushed forward with several cavalry.

Seeing that they were outnumbered, more than ten enemy riders couldn't help cheering.

Someone pointed a long knife at Wang Laoer and shouted: "I want that fool's head!"

The two sides quickly approached.

The enemy who clamored for the heads of Wang and Lao was killed by him with a knife.

Wang Laoer's face was sprayed red with blood. He licked the blood on his lips and said, "Sweet, fishy!"

As soon as the rider saw that he was stupid, he reached out to grab him, preparing to capture him.

Wang Laoer slapped him casually.

It shouldn't be a big problem if the enemy wants to be slapped.

Snapped!

Then he saw the sky to his right.

Wang Laoer slashed with his right hand and slapped with his left hand, leading several of his cavalry to kill them, while the remaining enemy troops turned around and fled.

He felt a little bored.

I saw Nayin and more than a hundred riders watching the battle from behind.

Just wave.

"Hey! Zhuo Zhuo!"

zuo, zuo, are you calling a dog?

Yang Xuan's head was full of black lines, "Second brother is back."
To be continued...