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Chapter 493 Drumming for you until dawn! (3)

Drumming for you till dawn! (3)

At this time, Shen Fengchu's strength in the upward rush was exhausted, and his body fell down instinctively. Dama didn't have a big drum to support him, and his body also fell downward like him.

Below, the Oirat army horses are like a black tide.

"Archer, get ready!"

On the city wall, Xia Houyue's voice of order was almost swallowed by the opponent's killing and drumming.

Yun Chu frowned, shook off the thin cloak wrapped around his body and threw the sniper rifle on his body, jumped down the building and landed on the drum platform in the middle of the city gate.

"Elder Concubine?!"

Aside, the drummer stepped aside suspiciously.

"Give it to me!" Yun Chu stretched out his palm to him.

The man didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly handed the drum hammer to her.

After taking the drum hammer, she raised her hand and tore off two cloth straps from the skirt, and quickly used the cloth straps to wrap the two drum hammers with her own hands.

"Command Xia Houyue, all the guards, listen to my drum order, drum to rest, prepare arrows, drum urgently, arrow down!"

The drummer didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately ran down the drum platform to deliver orders to Xia Houyue.

Xia Houyue turned her face and looked at the tall drum stage.

The swaying torches reflected the bright red drum in a fiery brilliance. In front of the drum, Yun Chu was dressed in a black robe, with the dust from the journey on his body, but his beautiful and delicate face was completely tired, just far away. nodded to him.

Her eyes are as black as stars.

Nodding to her, Xia Houyue turned her face and shouted anxiously, "Send the order, rest, prepare arrows, hurry up, arrow down!"

"Take a break, prepare your arrows, hurry up, shoot down!"

The human voice received the order, and the order quickly spread throughout the entire city wall.

Standing on the drum stand, Yun Chu looked at the figure of Shen Fengchu who had fallen on the ground and was fighting with Dama, he held the drum hammer tightly, focused his inner strength on both palms, and hit the drum heavily.

Boom!
The sound of the drum was like spring thunder shaking the world.

The battle drum is as tall as a person, and two strong men take turns to beat the drum on weekdays.

Now, she was beating her like spring thunders, suppressing the sound of horseshoes under the city wall, the sound of rushing and killing, and the sound of divine drums crushing Wala.

under the city.

Shen Fengchu and Dama fell to the ground almost at the same time.

"Protect the High Priest!"
On both sides, Wala soldiers rushed towards him immediately.

Shen Feng did not look at anyone at first glance, his gaze was only locked on Dama.

Lightly tap the toes on the ground, spread his arms, and spread his feathers to draw a light and shadow in the air. The dark red armor is as red as blood. From a distance, his figure is like a fire phoenix spreading its wings in midair.

Passing past the crowd, his feather sword went straight to Dama.

Dharma waved his staff to greet him, but it was also head-to-head.

The powerful aura spread instantly, and the Oirat soldiers who rushed up from all around were immediately ejected, vomited blood, and died violently on the ground.

The collision of the breath of such a strong hand is not something ordinary people with little cultivation can bear.

"Siege, don't worry about me!"

Knowing that these people rushed forward would be tantamount to committing suicide, Dama shouted loudly while catching Shen Fengchu's sword.

As a soldier in Wala, his word is the imperial decree.

With an order, everyone backed away and continued to rush forward.

The two people were like a boulder in the flowing water, forcibly split the attacking crowd into two halves.

Dama had some scruples, but Shen Fengchu completely let go.

Surrounded by the Oala army, he and Ben didn't have to worry about accidental injuries.

Every time he makes a move, he uses his full strength, and every time he bounces off, he will unceremoniously swing a sword.

A seemingly random sword has already taken the lives of several Oirat soldiers.

(End of this chapter)