dandy city lord

Chapter 130 Failed Expedition!

Kill out!

It's easier said than done!

More than [-] disciples in Murong's army rushed out.

Yang Hu lifted Murong Yuntian's head hanging on his waist, and casually picked up a tower shield leaning against the tent.

went out.

Wei Zheng's legs felt weak, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The two soldiers standing outside the tent immediately saw Yang Hu's figure, the second saw his head hanging on his waist clearly, and the third...the horrified cry spread like thunder in the forest.

"The city lord was assassinated."

"The city lord has been assassinated. Catch the assassin. Catch him."

Yang Hu's figure flashed by, and the sword flashed, and the two screaming soldiers were hit by the shield in his hand and flew backwards, and their bodies that had lost their vital signs slammed into the mud in the forest.

The guarding soldiers roared angrily and rushed towards Yang Hu.

In the bleak wind and cold rain, the misty light and shadow of torches illuminated the black shadow pupils in the forest, and the screams of soldiers spread along the night, the entire Murong camp was suddenly filled with screams, and there was a chaotic sound of cursing and shouting group.

Yang Hu held a shield and a knife in his hands, and with Murong Yuntian's head hanging on his waist, he rushed towards the approaching soldiers with a ferocious face.

The power of the dragon and elephant, the secret technique of the city lord, brought terrifying power to Yang Hu. The tower shield became a terrifying life-threatening weapon in his hands. The two soldiers who rushed forward seemed to have caught up with a train, spitting blood in the brutal collision He was knocked and flew more than ten meters away, and rolled into a ball with his rushing companions.

Before the fallen soldiers got up, Yang Hu's bloodthirsty saber had already followed, and there was a constant muffled bang, bang, and muffled sound. open.

More than ten people blinked and fell at Yang Hu's feet.

More and more soldiers rushed out from all over the forest.

Yang Hu roared arrogantly: "Murong Yuntian has been beheaded, put down your weapon and surrender."

But the saber in his hand didn't stop, flying left and right, chopping down two soldiers who rushed up.

Some soldiers and generals who were loyal to Murong Yuntian dismissed them, and bravely rushed to Yang Hu to avenge the Lord, and fought with Yang Hu.

Kong Wu, Qing Kui and others who were on the periphery of Murong's army also waited for the opportunity for Yang Hu to explain.

Before departure, Yang Hu explained the task to them.

Their task is only one.

That is to attack the Murong army formation.

Attacking the Murong army formation with a fish-scale formation of 50 people, the signal is to launch an attack as soon as possible when the Murong army formation is in chaos.

Yang Hu's action tonight is not just beheading, he wants to defeat Murong's troops in one fell swoop.That's why the soldiers seemed so disturbed when they heard his plan.

Their ambush was less than 50 meters away from Murong's guard post, and more than 200 meters away from Murong's army formation. The moment the panicked shouts came from the forest, Qing Kui, Kong Wu and the others were lurking in the grass, like they were just waiting for predation. The beast suddenly jumped out of the grass.

He rushed forward first.

The heavy battle armor was pressing on Qing Kui's body, making him look burlier, with a heavy panting from his mouth and nose, Qing Kui crossed a distance of more than 30 meters in an instant at an indescribable speed. Appeared in front of the Murong sentry who was in charge of monitoring the movement.

With a fierce and standard collision posture, he ruthlessly knocked a Murong disciple into the air.

The sharp saber in Qingkui's hand flashed away like lightning gliding through the darkness, and the heads of the two soldiers who had just turned their heads to check the camp's situation flew high into the air.

Stamping his feet and flying into the air, Qing Kui let go of the saber in his hand. The body of the Murong disciple who was knocked into the air was still in the air, and the blade flashed and was nailed to the ground immediately.

The three Murong disciples who were on guard were beheaded as soon as they met each other.

At the same time, Murong's disciples at the three guard posts nearby were also beheaded by Kong Wu and others.

The 50 people who stood up in the grass followed the pace of Qingkui Kongwu and others running forward quickly.

Some Murong disciples screamed.

"People from Lincheng are attacking the camp..."

"Go and inform the city lord. Hurry up..."

"The city lord has been assassinated."

Really bad news.

The screams from the soldiers seemed to have a hint of despair in their exclamations.

The coach was assassinated, and no one in the army can lead!

The determination of Murong's soldiers to meet the enemy was shattered by the news of Murong Yuntian's death, and the breath of dying made Murong's disciples have no fighting spirit.

The heavy battle armor provided sufficient protection for Qingkui Kongwu's fifty big fish. They still carried arm shields in their hands, facing the flustered Murong disciples, Qingkui Kongwu and others formed a fish-scale array to fight against them. Fifty people gathered together, turned into a huge strange fish, and plunged headlong into the panicked Murong disciples rushing forward.

Start to overwhelm!

There was unspeakable excitement in everyone's eyes.

With a formation of 50 people, attacking the Murong army formation of more than 3000 people, if this is normal, let alone let them go, it will make them feel terrified even if they imagine it.

But now, they are frantically wielding their sabers, following the rapid change of the formation of fish scales, rolling and jumping in front of disciple Murong's formation, harvesting disciple Murong's head like a god of death, making each of them feel unreal.

But it is so crazy.

When there was movement in front, Liu Dabao, who had been standing in front of the army, had eyes as sharp as substance, waved his hand violently and shouted in a low voice: "Attack!"

Those Lincheng soldiers who entered the ambush after the forward battalion of Kong Wu and others got up from the grass and rushed towards the enemy camp like ghosts and gods in the dark rainy night.

The entire Lincheng army formation began to stretch to the left and right, keeping the formation moving forward quickly.

Sweeping rushed to the enemy camp.

Blood in the dark rainy night.

No one knows!

……

Crazy attack all night long.

Let the soldiers in Lincheng forget their fatigue.

Every one of them was extremely excited.

Before the city lord created a miracle for them, each of them was still full of apprehension and uneasiness!
But now, they were disturbed and uneasy in their hearts, washed away by the rain in the dark, and the blooming blood turned them into predatory beasts, enjoying the joy of war to their heart's content.

Murong's disciples captured in the forest wailed all over the field.

The figures of Lincheng soldiers flickered in the forest, cleaning up the last stubborn ones.

The sky is still cloudy!
It rained constantly.

A few faint rays of light and shadows bloomed in the clouds, bringing together the soldiers who had retreated with the Horn.

Stepping on the corpses all over the ground, the pungent blood.

Yang Hu brought fifty burly soldiers behind him, and when he appeared in the eyes of the soldiers, the shield in his hand was only fragments the size of a washbasin, and only half of the Hundred Swords remained, and the Tiger Roaring Armor on his body was even more fragmented.

But when he appeared in front of the soldiers.

The soldier, who was still full of excitement before, restrained his excitement and knelt down on one knee in front of Yang Hu.

One, two, three... a team, a group, the woods calmed down strangely, and bowed their heads to Yang Hu!

The fifty soldiers behind him also knelt down facing Yang Hu.

Yang Hu's tall figure was once again deeply imprinted in the hearts of the soldiers at this moment.

invincible!

Yang Hu raised half of his saber: "Clean up the battlefield, prisoners. Go back to Lincheng to celebrate!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The soldiers roared loudly!

Murong Yuntian's expedition ended here.

(End of this chapter)