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Chapter 296 How can masters exchange blows more than three times?

There are some people who are born to make a living on the battlefield.

The moment it appeared, everything in its path was locked down.

No matter how the opponent resists, it is all in vain.

Struggling any further only hastens the pace of death.

A group of fierce soldiers are coming?
Or should we send in a few brave generals?
None of them could withstand the casual thrust of this killing god.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people collapsed.

If this god of death were allowed to continue killing at will...

It's estimated that in less than an hour, he will have wiped out the remaining central army and the rear guard battalion that came to reinforce but were also tied up.

Hasibaren was so startled by this ruthless character who had suddenly joined the fray that his beard trembled.

He hurriedly shouted, "Zhebie, Zhebie, where are you?"

The youngest son, Surileg, stood beside him, his face pale, and replied:
"Ata (Father), Third Brother hasn't returned yet. The situation at Xiong Gou Ridge looks bad!"

Otherwise, the murderous maniac from the Western Regions should be back by now to show everyone his spoils from last night.

The only explanation is...

The Bei army at Xionggou Ridge left him there; perhaps he is still alive, or perhaps he has already died in battle.

And now.

Perhaps even his murderous third brother couldn't control the killing god of the Bei army, who was sweeping across the battlefield like autumn leaves in the wind.

Sixteen-year-old Suzhileg has excellent eyesight and hearing.

He had already seen clearly that the killing god was not using the long spear commonly used by Han people, but an ordinary wooden gun.

I don't know what kind of wood it's made of.

It must be harder than iron, because that spearhead could easily penetrate a person's armor and kill them.

weight?

Wooden items are definitely lighter than iron items.

Don't you see how that god of war wielded it, as lightly as a Han Chinese person using chopsticks!
Surrage, however, was unaware of this.

For the same volume, the weight of a thousand-year-old sacred tree is actually no lighter than that of iron.

However, Gan Minglan herself had the power to enhance her abilities, and the wooden spear she used also carried the unique attack power of wood-type supernatural abilities.

If a mortal body is pierced by the arrowhead of a wooden spear, the wooden splinter on the arrowhead can pierce through the arteries inside the body, and if it is close to the heart, it can even pierce through the atrium.

With continuous output, it can easily last for two or three hours.

This is how Gan Minglan was able to easily carve out a bloody path all by herself.

As more and more people died under her spear, Hasbaren organized three defenses, all of which ended in failure.

The vanguard members and Tian Jiu and others were practically ready to raise the banner of General Gan's inevitable victory.

I experienced the joy of being carried away again.

Hasbaren finally broke down.

Under the protection of thousands of guards, he was about to take his youngest son, Surileg, to temporarily avoid the enemy's advance.

Unexpectedly, their actions were observed by the God of Slaughter.

One look was enough to confirm that the other person was an important figure.

Tsk!
Catch the thief first to catch the king.

What's the point of killing more Karami?
Gan Minglan then raised her left hand and waved to the team members behind her.

The vanguard battalion members, having worked with their general for months, naturally understood the meaning behind her gestures.

They then changed their weapons.

He replaced his broadsword with a musket.

More than three thousand muskets were immediately aimed at the encirclement that Hasibaren had built before his death.

“Pah, pah. Pah.”

Without saying a word, he opened fire.

The Hu people couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

Regarding the Hu people's army, all the generals of the western expeditionary army were in agreement.

That is, we will absolutely not accept surrendered soldiers!
These holy warriors, who have been thoroughly brainwashed by Islam, will not be used by us even if they surrender.

Moreover, the Seven Guards of Kansai are not short of people.

With hundreds of thousands of immigrants arriving, what kind of manual labor is there that no one wants to do?
Therefore, the ultimate goal of the western expeditionary army was only one: to completely exhaust the fighting power of the Kashgar Khanate.

kill!

A frenzied shooting spree.

Tian Jiu and the others also unleashed their primal power, brandishing their swords and charging at the Hu people. The sound of weapons clashing was crisp yet piercing.

One after another, fresh corpses fell, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

By the time the vanguard had emptied all the bullets from their muskets, less than one-fifth of the holy warriors protecting Hasbaren and his son remained.

Just as everyone was about to switch to their battle swords, the Western Regions' murderous tyrant Jebe finally returned with his remaining three thousand troops.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" He fired three arrows from a distance.

Its force is immense.

They shot the two vanguard battalion members off their horses.

One of the arrows nearly hit Gan Minglan's helmet.

It brushed past my ear.

Gan Minglan turned around and took a look.

I thought to myself, "Wow!"

This is a tough opponent.

That range must be over a thousand paces, right?
Three arrows were fired simultaneously, and two of them were seriously injured?

Is it the archer who is better?
Or is that bow a rare and powerful weapon?
Before Gan Minglan could figure it out.

Jebe then drew his bow and shot three arrows.

Commander Gu and his men immediately shouted, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack from behind!"

Their general left only one sentence: "Give this man to me!"

He spurred his horse and galloped towards the other side.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

This time, of the three arrows, two were shot at Gan Minglan, and one was shot at the horse king beneath her.

The arrows came like meteors, carrying a surge of fury.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

A wooden spear shot knocked him to the ground.

And the horse's speed did not decrease by even half.

Zhebie, who thought he had the victory in the bag, rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

No one has yet been born who has dodged his arrow twice in a row.

He doesn't believe it!
It must be because the distance was too far, exceeding the usual firing range.

Holding his breath and focusing intently, he raised his hand and fired three more arrows as soon as the opponent entered his normal firing range.

Three arrows followed by three more.

Six arrows were aimed at the same person, but in different directions.

In that case, he wouldn't believe that the other party could have six eyes and six hands!
"clang clang"

"clang clang"

As the arrows fell to the ground, the Wild Horse King, carrying Gan Minglan, had already arrived in front of Zhebie.

How can masters exchange blows more than three times?

The first two times, I'd say she admitted it!
She sped up and shot Jebe in the neck.

Before Jebe could even draw his dagger from his waist to defend himself, he felt a tightness in his throat.

He seemed a little out of breath.

His hands gripped the wooden gun tightly.

He tried with all his might to pull the man who had stabbed him off his horse.

Can't pull.

It couldn't be pulled at all.

Once he was exhausted, his opponent suddenly exerted force, and the spearhead, stained with the blood of countless barbarians, pierced straight through his neck.

Those who were nearby seemed to hear the sound of neck bones cracking.

After that.

Jebe's body was as strong as a bear.

Like a rag doll, he was dragged along by a wooden spear by the Hu people, who saw him as a newly minted god of war.

He then leisurely dragged the corpse back on horseback.

Jebe's eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets.

His hands never loosened their grip on the wooden stick that had taken his life, even in death.

Fresh blood kept flowing from his neck and the corner of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)