Emperor’s Battlefield: I, Zhu Houzhao, like to push horizontally

Chapter 154: A move that can kill the enemy is a good move!
"Clan leader, I can already smell the human scent. The scent makes my mouth water."

In the running team, a guy with a gray dog's head sniffed hard and couldn't help laughing.

The Tibetan Mastiff glanced at him with cold eyes, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will eat you first."

Greyhound's expression froze for a moment, and he couldn't understand why the clan leader suddenly lost such a temper.

The Tibetan Mastiff has long been impatient with these unqualified kobolds.

These guys were far from the soldiers under his command. If they weren't and these guys were still needed to work hard for him, he would want to bite them all to death.

Seeing that the patriarch's face seemed unhappy, the greyhound stopped saying anything and kept running with the team with his head lowered, but the speed slowed down a little and stayed far away from the Tibetan Mastiff.

He was afraid that if he did something wrong, he would be eaten by the clan leader who had been hungry all day.

"stop!"

As the team ran to the hill, the Tibetan Mastiff suddenly stopped his men and sniffed hard.

Just as Zhu Houzhao guessed, they smelled people.

I may not see many Tibetan Mastiffs, but in reality, they often treat people as food, but they remember this taste deeply.

Although these smells are much lighter, and are still mixed with the fragrance of grass and flowers, Tibetan Mastiffs can be 100% sure that this is the taste of humans.

Squinting his uninjured eye, the Tibetan Mastiff looked around, looking for the source of the smell.

Soon, his eyes rested on the hill where Zhu Houzhao and others were ambushing.

Zhu Houzhao, who was waiting, saw the other party stop, and the leading guy with the Tibetan mastiff head looked towards him.

Zhu Houzhao understood that his concealment was not good enough, and the smell was exposed after all.

"Don't move. I'll call you guys and come out again."

After thinking about it in his mind, Zhu Houzhao whispered something, then stood up from the grass and looked at the Tibetan Mastiff staring here.

"You are still a little person, so it must taste very good!"

Zhu Houzhao's appearance made the kobolds who looked at the Tibetan Mastiff strangely excited.

One of them may have been hungry for too long, so he howled, "Captain, I'm going to catch him." Without waiting for the Tibetan Mastiff's consent, he opened his thick thighs and rushed towards Zhu Houzhao.

The Tibetan Mastiff did not stop him, but looked at Zhu Houzhao coldly and took stock of the surrounding environment.

It's definitely not just this one person.

Humans are very timid animals. If they were not powerful, they would never appear alone in the wild.

The child in front of him didn't look like a powerful being.

Therefore, there must be human beings hiding around here, quietly waiting for them to step into the trap.

Since this idiot wants to step into the trap, let him pick out the trap, which can be regarded as using his recklessness to make some contribution to the race.

Seeing only one kobold rushing over, Zhu Houzhao chuckled, reached out and picked off a bamboo spear behind him, aimed slightly, and threw it at the kobold.

"Whoosh!"

The sharp spearhead split the air and ran towards the kobold at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The kobold was startled and subconsciously tried to dodge.

But his speed is too slow.

The bamboo spear that was in Zhu Houzhao's hand just now came to his eyes in just the blink of an eye, making him unable to even hide.

"puff!"

It is said that dogs are like copper-headed and iron-brained, and their heads are the hardest.

But when faced with the bamboo spear thrown by Zhu Houzhao, the strong dog head was instantly punctured like a rotten watermelon.

Even the powerful penetrating power of the bamboo spear penetrated directly from behind the dog's head, and with a bang, it was nailed to a big rock behind the dog.

That's right, it's set on stone.

The Tibetan Mastiff's pupils shrank and he stared at the bamboo spear nailed to the stone with its tail still trembling.

It has penetrated a head and can be driven into stone. You can imagine how powerful this power is.

It was not until this moment that the Tibetan Mastiff overturned the idea that there was another ambush.

Although this human race is only a child, his combat prowess is already extraordinary. Not to mention in this barbaric primitive era, even in his time, he was definitely a god-like legend.No wonder this guy dares to face them alone. With this fighting power, as long as he has the corresponding tactics, he can still cause more than half of their casualties even if they don't annihilate their group.

"Siege from left to right, come on!"

Such a person is a powerful enemy, and the Tibetan Mastiff will never allow him to survive.

Ignoring the kobolds who were lying on the ground and still twitching, he waved the stick in his hand and rushed forward with the remaining kobolds.

Zhu Houzhao didn't care at all about the kobolds rushing over. He drew out the bamboo spears behind him again, two at a time.

Holding one in each hand, Zhu Houzhao ran a few steps forward and took advantage of his strength. Two bamboo spears, one on the left and one on the right, flew out in a whistling manner.

Only two painful howls were heard. One of the two kobolds was penetrated through the chest, and the other was penetrated through the thigh. Driven by inertia, they fell forward a few steps, hugged their legs and howled.

Zhu Houzhao did not take the first step to target Tibetan mastiffs.

This guy is probably the coming emperor of reality.

Some of the emperors who can come to the emperor space and stay there are weak.

Instead of wasting weapons to block the opponent, it is better to kill more small head people to reduce the pressure on the tribesmen who will fight later.

The distance between the two parties was only a hundred meters, and even if they had to climb a hillside, at the speed of the kobold, it would only take a dozen breaths.

During the charge, Zhu Houzhao threw four bamboo spears, and together with the one he killed at the beginning, he directly killed five kobolds.

As a result, the kobold's combat power was directly reduced by half.

"Woof woof woof, kill him!"

"You deal with the others, leave this Tibetan Mastiff to me."

Pulling out the stone ax that Bones had given him before leaving, Zhu Houzhao let out a low growl and asked the clansmen to deal with the other kobolds, while he rushed towards the Tibetan Mastiff with the ax in hand.

Zhu Houzhao is not one of those princes who only enjoys happiness.

Zhu Houzhao, who was well aware of the future history and also determined to go to the battlefield, practiced various martial arts since he was a child.

He taught the military generals of the imperial court and the guards in the palace, as long as they had some skills.

Zhu Houzhao's talent is also very good, and his body is stronger than ordinary people. After four or five years of practice, it is difficult for six or seven guards in the palace to defeat him.

This is not like Zhu Houzhao in history. The guards deliberately let Zhu Houzhao blow it out first.

In order to prevent these things from happening, Zhu Houzhao strictly ordered him not to hold his hands back during practice, and told him to get out immediately if he found out.

It took a lot of effort for the guard not to lose his job.

In the first year or two of training, Zhu Houzhao was often beaten with bruises and swollen face, which made Zhu Youtang, the father, feel very distressed.

But he didn't stop it. He understood that all his son's efforts were for the future.

Having good martial arts skills is better than those weaklings who can't lift it with their hands or carry it on their shoulders.

Even if the emperor does not need to go into battle, practicing dancing can make his body strong and give him more grandchildren.

Although Zhu Houzhao had no skills and had never killed an enemy in battle, his deep-seated ferocity made him not timid at all when he fought an enemy up close for the first time.

"boom!"

The two collided fiercely, and the collision between the stone ax and the mallet even caused a few sparks.

"What a lot of strength!"

Feeling the tremor in his hand, the Tibetan Mastiff was startled, and at the same time his murderous intention towards Zhu Houzhao became even stronger.

If you don't kill such people, if you keep them around, don't even think about having a good life in the future.

However, before he could retract his weapon, a puff of sand and dust suddenly floated in front of him, causing him to subconsciously narrow his eyes.

Before he could escape the dust, there was a sudden pain in his lower body. The Tibetan Mastiff howled and backed up quickly.

"asshole!"

There was once a Jianghu guard who told Zhu Qiaoqiao, "The battle to kill the enemy is life and death. As long as you can kill the enemy and keep yourself alive, any move will do."

Not to mention inserting eyes, throwing dust, lifting vaginal legs, as long as it can create obstacles for the enemy, spitting will do.

So, while your illness was killing you, Zhu Houzhao didn't give the other party a chance to breathe. He raised a handful of dust, swung the ax, hit the other party's head, and struck it down hard.

(End of this chapter)