Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 64 Blood Fire Mud City ([-])

At the right door of the tent of Zhongyun Palace, the barbarian bear is holding a big shield and is panting heavily. His shield and body are covered with arrows. Like a hedgehog, the collision has been damaged, but the right door was also knocked out by them. A big hole was made.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the barbarian looked through the damaged doorway. A group of Zhongyun palace tent warriors with long spears and machetes had already rushed to the right door to assemble in advance. There may be hundreds of people.

The wild bear couldn't help but glanced to the left, why didn't Mr. Erlang's god fire thunder explode?

But Dunzhu in front of him is much firmer than him. This idiot Zhang Zhao was promoted from a shepherd, never thought about whether Mr. Zhang Erlang's words counted. In his eyes, Mr. Zhang Erlang When it comes to it, it will definitely be done.

A huge round-edged ax was handed to the wild bear by Dun Zhu, and the two stood side by side at the front, while the rest gathered around them, with spears in front and bows and crossbows in the back.

Right now!

"boom!"

It was as if a flood dragon emerged from the ground!The ground trembled violently, and the loud sound made Dunzhu's ears buzz.

The golden flame flashed suddenly on this somewhat gloomy morning!Huge mushroom-like clouds rose into the air, and the air was filled with a choking smell. The warriors behind the Zhongyun Palace Tent behind the door even screamed out of fright!
"Barbarian go to the left door!" Dunzhu roared, and Manxiong ran to the left with his thick legs, and the people behind were also full of joy. This must be the success of Erlang Jun's Shenhuo Lei!
On the city wall, Zhongyun Wang Sanpoba was so shaken that he fell to the ground. When he stood up again, the situation in front of him almost knocked him out of his wits.

The left door of his palace tent, the huge wooden door covered with iron sheets, had a huge gap made by something.

Even a piece of wooden door was thrown hundreds of meters away, and a section of the city wall at the left door was about to collapse.

"Hahaha! Fuck you, what a piece of shit, you can't stand up to my god-fire thunder!"

Cao Yanming jumped up from the ground. Although his ears and nose were bloodshot, his expression was quite excited. He even wanted to run over to check the situation.

Fortunately, a guard behind him was very conscientious, so he hurried over to hold Cao Shisi down.

And almost at the same time when the guards held down Cao Shishi, Zhang Zhao, whose ears were still stuffed with withered grass, jumped up from the prostrate ground. Behind him were Yan Jin, who was carrying a Mo knife, and Wang, who was holding a pair of cooked copper maces. communication.

The power of black powder is really great!King Zhongyun's tortoise shell was blasted with a big hole!
"Quick! Let everyone go to the left door!" On the tower, King Zhongyun, who was bearded and haired, also shouted loudly.

thump!thump!thump!Zhang Zhao rushed in from the hole in the city gate in three strides. Right in front of him, the two Zhongyun warriors who were walking crookedly staggered unconsciously. It seemed that their internal organs might have been displaced!
Zhang Zhao didn't care about these people, and ran directly in the general direction of King Zhongyun!

To capture the thief, first to capture the king, and to capture King Zhongyun, this battle is over. Not far away, the big flag that symbolizes King Zhongyun's flag is the most attractive target.

'Kura!Kula! There was a sound of leather boots, and a group of palace tent warriors wearing simple armor and iron helmets ran over from a distance.

Zhang Zhao, Yan Jin and Wang Communication quickly formed a small formation of three.

Zhang Zhao stabbed with a rifle that had been extended to [-] feet.

Yan Jin was in the middle, and the Mo Dao was spinning like flying, specially slashing and killing the warriors who came after avoiding Zhang Zhaobu.

Wang Tongtong bent slightly to protect the two of them. Two heavy-cooked copper maces five or six kilograms whizzed loudly. As long as someone approached, even if they were wearing armor, they would be beaten and vomit blood.

Zhang Zhao took a deep breath, and stabbed a warrior with a four-petal helmet on the opposite side. The spear in the warrior's hand also stabbed towards Zhang Zhao. This is a normal one-for-one, because there are so many of them, each takes a shot. If not, Zhang Zhao will undoubtedly suffer a lot.

However, he miscalculated, because when his long spear pierced Zhang Zhao, sparks flashed from the tip of the spear, and the point of the spear broke immediately, and when Zhang Zhao pierced his chest, he easily pointed out There was a blood hole.

The samurai looked at the blood gushing from his chest, his face was full of dissatisfaction, he howled dryly and wanted to stab Zhang Zhao a second time.

But Zhang Zhao didn't give him this chance. He quickly retracted the gun and struck again. The tool steel gun head completely pierced the armor on the opposite side, and directly hit the opponent's liver.

The samurai opened his mouth wide, exposing his blood-soaked teeth, babbled silently twice, and then fell down limply.

At the same time that the warrior fell, the other two took advantage of Zhang Zhao's lack of time to close the spear, and hurriedly stepped forward, and stabbed Zhang Zhao's neck and face with two long spears.

Yan Jin yelled, he raised the Mo Dao horizontally, then twisted his waist, and took advantage of the momentum to rotate, the sharp light of the sword swept across the chests of the two warriors.

A large rain of blood gushed out, and the chain mail on the chests of the two warriors was almost cut through. If they dared to step forward, Yan Jin could cut their stomachs with a single blow.

As soon as some of the cowardly warriors moved slowly, a few warriors behind them with shields and scimitars were leaked out.

Zhang Zhao quickly stabbed these warriors to the ground, and Wang Tongtong, who saw the opportunity, hurried forward, smashing the cooked copper mace in his hand.

Hearing the crackling sound of bones and tendons, Wang Tongtong shrank back five or six warriors by himself.

"Forward! Forward! Backward dies!" An anxious roar came, and Zhang Zhao looked up, and the big banner that symbolized King Zhongyun moved forward, and came to a place not far from Zhang Zhao.

The one who was roaring was a muscular middle-aged man with a high nose and deep eyes, most likely Zhongyun Wang Sanpoba.

He still has some guts!Zhang Zhao couldn't help giving King Zhongyun a high look.

Seeing that the king had come to the front, the palace tent warriors who had just been repulsed by Zhang Zhao and the other three surrounded them with high morale, and several archers in the distance shot "boom boom" arrow.

Zhang Zhaozheng was going to call Yan Jin and Wang Tongtong to rush up and fight hand-to-hand. Although these arrows could not penetrate their armor, they were still quite painful and troublesome.

But at this moment, a burst of arrows flew over his head suddenly, and it turned out that Pan Quanfan rushed over with someone.

The god arm bows in their hands are more powerful, and the speed of fire is not slow. Warrior Zhongyun's armor and chain mail can't hold Fanquan Panshun's god arm bows at all, and a large area is immediately overturned.

"Mr. Erlang! Dunzhu is here!" Taking advantage of the opportunity of Zhongyun warrior being shot in a panic, Zhang Zhao was about to go up, when a majestic figure rushed past him holding a cooked copper stick. It's Dhondup.

Behind Dunzhu, another huge body also passed by.

The barbarian bear held the big axe, like a giant bear, directly knocked over the front Zhongyun warrior a lot, although he was also stabbed with blood, but this guy didn't seem to feel it. The group of cloud warriors rushed left and right!

Seeing that all the soldiers under his command were so brave, Zhang Zhao's heart immediately felt a surge of pride. This time, it doesn't matter what formation, and there is no priority. Except for the archers like Fan Quan and Fan Shun, everyone else rushed forward.

The more than forty people who came to the left gate were collectively trapped in the small two hundred Zhongyun warriors. They hacked with knives, axes and hammers, and defeated the enemies who were nearly five times their size!

(End of this chapter)