The sharp sound of breaking through the air roared towards the Snake City, which was located on the hillside, and the heavy rocks slammed hard on the wall made of wood. With the creaking and muffled sound, the wooden pins buried in the ground dug out the hard foundation and fell to the ground moaning, and more of them hit the double-layer wooden building in the city that the people of Snake City were proud of. Under the sound of breaking, the exquisite wooden building was split into pieces, with wood chips carrying snowflakes, splashing everywhere like floating cherry blossoms.

Since Su Yu showed up at the Snake City with a ox cart, the two-year-old Snake City has already entered the countdown of its fate. Even without these trenchers, it is Mao Xingjian's self-inflicted suffering. He taught the six Su tribes to cultivate, and with the support of the Su people's food, these Indians who had been struggling for thousands of years in the ice and snow had enough time to wipe themselves out.

Now, the problem that Snake City wants to solve is how to escape more people alive! The Indians are so primitive that they don’t even have the concept of human rights. Just like the last Snake River War, if Han Xiaomo had not appeared to control male witchcraft through castration, perhaps the six captured prisoners of war would have been killed and sacrificed to the gods. Now it is the turn of the Ming Dynasty to immigrate, and they are not at all kind.

The stones flew over the head one by one, and most of the surviving men in the Snake City also lowered their heads and hugged under the city gate. The rogues from Japan put on the bamboo armored pills they brought and stepped on the ancestral knife. The swordsmen of Goryeo put on their hats and lowered their bodies. The remaining ordinary farmers also squatted here with sickles, shovels, axes, and whatever they could take out.

These people include old men with gray hair, children just over fifteen or sixteen years old, and even some old women and women hugged them with kitchen knives and rolling pins. Mao Xingjian did not force them, and these people were not all brave and fearless, and were ready to die. Some even shivered violently, some heard the huge rock throwing their pants, some kept crying, but no one fled.

Bastards like thorns have reasons to fight for it, and they also have all kinds of things that they can't let go.

This final meaning may be the only meaningful thing created by Mao Xingjian in this new continent!

The wide prince's python robe, with two large sleeves, were pulled down by Mao Xingjian. He didn't know where the crown on his head was thrown to him. He was holding his Shangfang sword in his hand, trembling as nervously, but he was also standing in front of the crowd. Following him, Han Xiaomo's little hand holding the bow, his joints were already blue and white.

With the loud bang, another big stone hit the wooden city wall. Finally, in the creaking sound, several pieces of wood could not withstand the huge blow of force and collapsed to the ground with a loud bang. Finally, a large gap appeared, and in the fiery light, the faces of the Indians opposite finally came into view clearly.

With a bent bow towards the sky, Han Xiaomo's arrow shot into the sky. With a bang, the fireworks tied to the arrow exploded in the air. The flashing fireworks only stayed on their faces for a moment, but were enough to ignite the complete madness in people's hearts. Perhaps both sides made a sound of howling wolfs at the same time, and the guns were thrown at the guns, the bows and muskets were hugging each other like raindrops. The crowds in the front row of the two sides also fell down like dominoes. The gunfire was so fierce that the even narrow corridor, and the bullet javelin collided violently, bursting out fierce sparks.

Immediately afterwards, the men burst out with all their anger and blood, and they fought with cruel and passionate close-ups, through the collapsed wooden stakes, sharp bayonets, strong wooden spears, metal and wood collided in the air with a bang.

For the time being, immigrants in the Sea Lion Snake City have the advantage. Because of this close-knit fight, the Black Pearl Sailors who assassinated thousands of times a day were simply easy to capture. They blocked a hole, killed one by one, and pierced the sharp bayonets. The Indian man who was strong like a bison had to fall limply to the ground. In a short time, the corpse assassinated by them almost gambled the gap.

But the Indians have too many people! With the creaking wood moans, people outside dragged and dragged each other with the bison, and another wooden wall collapsed with wooden spears. There was no one knows which warriors in the warriors excitedly clapped their mouths and made a shout of Ou and Ou. This time they were facing them, the Japanese samurai.

Before they could react, the island warriors who were a lot shorter than the cold and cut into the crowd, and when they fought against heavy armored infantry, the sharp samurai sword was of little power, and they could deal with light armored or unarmed units. Just like a butcher entered a slaughterhouse, each small dwarf seemed to have turned into a fallen body. A samurai sword just slashed forward, and a piece of native people was cut down with the sound of cutting flesh on the blade.

However, in this kung fu, the third wooden wall was dragged and collapsed...

This battle was destined to lose from the beginning. A mere 2,000-plus number was used to deal with the endless indigenous people. Even if they were covered in iron, how many kilograms of nails could they get from the stove? Unconsciously, the wooden walls became full of holes, and the remaining soldiers, or men, were pushed to the residential area, making the final dying struggle.

Mao Xingjian was also red in his eyes at this time.

With a sniffing sound, the samurai sword that had been cut into serrated cut into half of the body, but the owner of the sword was exhausted. Before the ancestors knew which famous warrior of the famous family pulled out the knife, the wooden spear that suddenly poked out directly pierced his short body and nailed the person to the wall. The distance between the houses was so narrow that the Apache warrior who had not been able to wait for a successful smile and pulled out the stone knife to cut the head. The next second, the sword light came into his eyes.

After the rapid sword rain, all three Indian soldiers fell into pools of blood, and Mao Xingjian, who won with his quick sword, was breathing violently.

With his physical strength and martial arts, he, a senior scholar, was not even as good as an old farmer. He has been fighting hard until now, and now he has relied on good equipment. At this time, the guards beside him have already been exhausted. He heard the sound of rapid footsteps coming from behind him, and was filled with fear. He held the sword and turned around.

This time, Han Xiaomo and Dongfang Meng rushed up. Han Xiaomo lost the bow on his hand. He held the short sword and kept shaking. Several ferocious blood marks on his body. Dongfang Meng was even more miserable. He threw a spear into his stomach and pierced the man from Shaanxi generals.

All three of them were panting.

But before a trace of joy could be revealed, the sound of rapid footsteps sounded behind him again. On the one hand, he turned his head and raised the command knife that was cut into jagged teeth. Dongfang shouted fiercely.

"Miss Han takes the prince away quickly! Stop them under the mark!"

"I won't leave! Everything today is because, let me die here, let you go!"

Raising the sword forward, Mao Xingjian also gasped and pushed forward, but this time, his collar was suddenly pulled away. For the first time, the reverent guard captain of him had angered pupils like a blood bull.

"Crown Prince, destroy the army and kill the generals. If you are about to die, the army will be destroyed! Did Your Majesty not teach you this principle? If you are dead, who will avenge us? Let's go! Go quickly!"

Holding his collar, Dongfang Meng threw him backwards. Then, once again, the beast howled like a beast and rushed to the Indians at the entrance of the alley. On the other end, he took him over. Han Xiaomo kicked and beat down the miscellaneous items piled up in the alley, and pulled Mao Xingjian out quickly. Listening to the fighting and roaring behind him, Mao Xingjian stretched out his hand angrily and desperately.

"No!!!"

He was dragged outside the alley in one breath, and Mao Xingjian finally shook Han Xiaomo's hand away and pushed her aside with great anger. At the same time, he was panting and about to rush in. Han Xiaomo was so frightened that he quickly pulled his arm from behind, and screamed wildly.

"Are you crazy? Are you looking for death if you are about to escape now?"

"You can't control me, Mao Xingjian's life, I..."

"careful!"

Before he could finish his words, Han Xiaomo suddenly pulled his sleeve and swung it to the side, and at the same time he turned sideways in front of him. Before Mao Xingjian could understand, a muffled sound rang in his ears again, and a huge force hit the two of them, spinning and falling to the ground.

"You're crazy!"

Holding Han Xiaomo's shoulder, which was still blocking his front, Mao Xingjian was filled with anger, and shouting shrillly. A stream of blood flowed out from her forehead, and her pupils seemed to be frozen, but a dull smile still appeared on her face.

"I promised Sister Changping to take care of you, my nephew..."

Plop, in Mao Xingjian's equally dull eyes, she slid heavily from his hands and fell into the thick snow.

A ferocious laughter came from the entrance of the alley. The tall and strong man with a big nose who had just got the hammer was brutal and ran towards the two of them. After a few seconds, Mao Xingjian also roared sharply like a wounded wolf, gently pushed Han Xiaomo away, raised the Longquan sword with a cold light on his hand. He completely ignored the stone hammer that hit his head and pierced directly at the strong man's heart.

Puff~

Blood blew out from the barbarian's chest, and the heavy stone hammer in his hand came out of his hand, and it was firmly placed on the wood beside it. He staggered, and Mao Xingjian looked at the strong man who fell to the ground in disbelief, and saw that the familiar and toned figure appeared behind him.

Red Deer!

However, the surprise flashed away, and Mao Xingjian's eyes solidified on her waist again. Like other Indians, there was a heavy head hanging on her belt.

Terribly neck!

Before Mao Xingjian could act in a defensive position, he looked at him in a complicated manner. Chi Lu quickly untied the large cloak on his back and threw it on him.

Swift ~ Another burst of rapid footsteps ran past, only one Indian turned his head and looked at Chi Lu, spitting at Chi Lu, watching them run over, hugging Han Xiaomo, Mao Xingjian carefully exposed his head from under the cloak, and on the other end, he cleverly climbed up to the roof like a bobcat. After looking around, Chi Lu waved his hand again.
Chapter completed!