The prince is very fierce

"Kill——"

"Bold thief..."

"Go——"

The sky was like a black curtain, and the hazy moonlight sprinkled on the endless snowfield. Five fierce horses galloped in the snow-covered farmland. Snow foam flew between the hooves of the horses, and the sharpness of the swords and spears appeared from time to time.

Zhu Manzhi pulled out the Yanling knife from his waist, and his eyes showed rare sharpness at the critical moment of life and death. The farmland is not like the official road. Although the land is flat, there are many canals and debris hidden under the snow. If you step on the air, you will end up falling down. You can only distinguish the route by the invisible traces on the snow.

On the left and right sides of the three wolf guards, Wu Biao and Jie Huan approached from the front. The hats on their heads had been blown off by the strong wind, revealing two fierce faces.

As a good player in the martial arts world, the horse under the crotch is like a weapon in his hand. It can save his life at a critical moment. Most of them are carefully selected at a high price, and naturally better than the standard horse of the wolf guards.

After chasing for only half a mile on the snowy plain outside the city, Wu Biao, holding a long spear, rushed to the front with a whistling sound. The two-meter-long steel spear in his hand directly hit Wang Dazhuang's horse leg.

Wang Dazhuang was tall and naturally heavier. In this situation of escaping, his horsepower was obviously limited, and he fell to the last.

At this time, seeing that he could not escape, and the injured horse was even more difficult to fly, Wang Dazhuang loosened the reins, holding a sword and shield, and hid in the horse. He used the shield to block the iron spear, and stabbed Wu Biao's horse belly with his right hand.

Block——

The crisp sound of metal and iron hitting each other.

Those who dare to play with guns in the rivers and lakes must have good horsemanship, and most of the wolf guards were born as constables rather than cavalrymen, so fighting with swords and horses was not their strong point.

The iron spear was so powerful that it hit the round shield, and it actually knocked Wang Dazhuang and the horse under his crotch off.

Wu Biao fired a gun and pulled the horses apart. Due to the difference in the length of the weapons, Wang Dazhuang's goose feather knife could not reach it at all.

"Hiss~~"

The horse neighed loudly, and the center of gravity was unstable during the gallop, and Wang Dazhuang, who was hanging on the horse reins, was hit by a huge force. He fell off the horse and rolled several feet on the snow.

"Wang Dazhuang!"

Zhu Manzhi and Liu Houer looked back and saw this scene, and their faces suddenly changed. Without saying a word, they turned their horses and rushed to Wang Dazhuang.

In the army, five people are "teams". The three-person team of the Wolf Guard is simplified from the "small three talents formation". Three people form a formation, and the goose feather knife, hook sickle spear, sword and shield cooperate with each other. Except for some top masters in the Tianzi Camp, the rest of the people use this formation to fight the enemy.

Wang Dazhuang fell hard, but fortunately he was strong and the snow was on the ground. He turned over, spitted, and protected the round shield in front of him.

The hook-and-sickle spear had a horizontal sickle in front of the spear body, which was specially used to cut the horse's legs. At this time, Liu Houer held the hook-and-sickle spear with both hands and stretched out from under the round shield. Zhu Manzhi hid behind the two men with a goose-feather knife and waited for an opportunity to move.

The battle array was set up. Unless the two people in front were killed instantly, the horse's legs would be injured. Once he was pulled off the horse, he would be hacked to pieces.

Wu Biao did not charge directly into the battle array with a spear. They were all Jianghu people, and the ground skills were the most important. He turned over and got off the horse, and rushed forward with Jie Huan holding a single knife.

"Kill!"

Liu Houer shouted loudly, and the three of them acted at the same time, first rushing to kill Wu Biao who was rushing in front.

Although Wu Biao did not have the inhuman brute force of Xu Buling to smash the round shield with one knee, he was definitely in good shape as a young man. The iron spear in his hand weighed more than 40 pounds. After approaching, he swung it and swept it towards Wang Dazhuang's shield.

The steel spear brought a strong wind and hit the round shield in the blink of an eye. There was a crisp sound of "click", and the wooden round shield was immediately broken into several cracks. Wang Dazhuang was forced to stop with a muffled groan. The goose feather knife in his right hand had already chopped out, cutting along the spear shaft, and trying to cut off Wu Biao's five fingers.

Liu Houer and Wang Dazhuang have cooperated for many years. He took advantage of the situation and used the hook of the sickle spear to scrape Wu Biao's right leg. Zhu Manzhi went straight to the middle door with a single knife.

After a set of cooperation, ordinary Jianghu people must be overwhelmed, but unfortunately the opponent is not alone!

When Wu Biao was in deep trouble and had to jump up, Jie Huan behind him rolled on the ground with both hands holding the knife, and a rolling knife directly passed through Wu Biao's crotch. The knife in his hand was as fast as thunder and chopped directly at Wang Dazhuang's legs under the shield.

Smash——

"Ah..."

The muffled sound of the sword entering the flesh and the screams sounded at the same time.

Wang Dazhuang's vision was blocked by Wu Biao, and Jie Huan was coming too fast. It was too late to notice it. Before he could use his shield to block it, he was hit by a knife in the thigh, blood splashed on the snow, and his strong body fell directly.

Wu Biao was freed from the predicament, and he stabbed the ground with his steel gun without hesitation, cooperating with Jie Huan perfectly.

Liu Houer hurriedly used the hook-and-sickle gun to forcibly pick up Wu Biao's steel gun, and dangerously inserted it into the side of Wang Dazhuang's face. Zhu Manzhi held a single knife with anger in his eyes, and slashed at Wu Biao with a knife.

It's a pity that the gap between them is too big. Jie Huan and Wu Biao have been licking blood on the blade for many years, and it's not much different from crushing this bottom-ranked wolf guard. After Jie Huan slashed Wang Dazhuang with a knife, he was hooked up by Wu Biao's toes, raised his hand and cut along Liu Houer's gun.

Crackling——

Sparks flew everywhere.

Liu Hou'er's face changed drastically. He hurriedly let go of the spear but was half a step too late. A piece of flesh was cut off his shoulder, and then Wu Biao kicked him in the chest. He flew out and knocked Zhu Manzhi to the snow.

Everything happened in a flash. Wu Biao moved smoothly. After repelling the two men, he thrust the iron spear into the ground and aimed at Wang Dazhuang's throat.

"Run!"

Wang Dazhuang was also beaten to a bloody pulp. Seeing that he was doomed, he roared and raised his hand to grab the steel spear that was stabbing down, and at the same time bit the untied leggings.

"Wang Dazhuang!"

Zhu Manzhi got up from the ground, and seeing this scene, his eyes turned red, and he rushed forward with a knife.

Liu Houer and Wang Dazhuang have been brothers for many years. How could he watch his comrade die at the hands of the thieves? He shouted angrily, endured the severe pain of his shoulder with blood flowing, and rushed over with bare hands.

Jie Huan's leg was bitten, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, he raised his hand and chopped Wang Dazhuang's neck with a knife.

"You dare!"

Zhu Manzhi rushed over like crazy, but it was a pity that no matter how fast he ran, he could not be faster than the knife in Jie Huan's hand.

When Wang Dazhuang was about to separate his body, a rustling sound suddenly appeared on the snowfield.

Jie Huan's ears moved slightly, and his face suddenly changed: "Be careful!" He raised his hand and grabbed Wu Biao's arm, and the two of them fell on the snowfield together.

The next moment

Behind the two men, a man in ordinary civilian clothes jumped out of the snow with a dagger in his hand, aiming at the neck of Wu Biao.

This was so fast that the five people present didn't know when such a man was hiding around them.

Wu Biao and Jie Huan turned over from the ground, and they were frightened and sweating. The distance was so close, but fortunately, stepping on the snow would make a sound. If they were on the dry and hard road, one of them would probably have died.

The seventh guard in the palace was responsible for keeping an eye on Zhu Manzhi. At this time, he made a hasty move and missed. He then held the dagger upside down and bent like a leopard, blocking Jie Huan and Wu Biao, and said in a muffled voice:

"Go!"

The so-called dead soldiers are all weapons cultivated by the aristocratic families. They have been brainwashed and instilled with loyalty since childhood, until they have no ideas of their own. They are not considered human beings to the world's aristocratic families, but expensive consumables.

Although Xu Buling had no habit of using people as tools, the eight palace guards had been doing this since childhood and could not change. The order given to Lao Qi was to keep an eye on Zhu Manzhi. If the target died, it would be a failure of the master's commission. Seeing that Zhu Manzhi was about to be killed by the knife, he had to show up.

Zhu Manzhi ran to the front and Liu Houer lifted up Wang Dazhuang, and wanted to escape, but it was obviously impossible to run away with two wounded people. In desperation, he could only hold a knife and fight the enemy side by side with this sudden hero.

And from the sneak attack just now, Jie Huan and Wu Biao also saw that the man in front of them was a first-class assassin. They stood up and confronted him head-on, but they were not up to the task. While guarding the surroundings, they rushed towards Zhu Manzhi and Lao Qi again...