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"List the array. Don't panic. List a good array." Murong Ming roared loudly. But at this time, it was still the night. The order was difficult to communicate. There was a chaos around. Lu Jun can only rely on the tough will and the rigorous military discipline to stop the aggressive Yuan Shaojun.
However, under Murong Ping's efforts, the 3,000 soldiers brought rescue after paying a lot of casualties. Finally, it blocked Yuan Shaojun's assault. He and more than a thousand soldiers who lost from Ximen set off a line of defense.
"Strike. Back up for Lao Tzu. Drive this grandson out of the city."
"Gun Array. Gun Array is prepared." The officers of each team and the teams shouted that the soldiers of the Majesty formed a neat six -row gun array along the street. Every two people gave a half -meter wide gap and put those who were defeated. The past. The soldiers who guarded Simon were only scattered by Wen Chou for a while. They couldn't even play the strength of half of their usual training.
The defeated soldiers were gathered behind. The front row of the soldiers stood up. The sparse arrow rain smashed the iron armor of the soldier, and the arm shield made a crisp sound.
"Put an arrow. Strike." Only his own soldiers were in front of the formation. Murong Ping, who had a black light, had never dared to set up an arrow to shoot. Seeing that the defeated soldiers were safely passing through their own arrays. Murong Ping finally had the opportunity to pour the anger in his heart.
Om. The dense arrow shot towards the chaotic dark shadow in the distance. Well. Accompanied by a dull arrow tip into the sound of the meat. A series of tragedy humory followed.
Wen Chou rushed forward with the soldiers. Suddenly he heard a bow string vibration sound. His scalp couldn't help it tightened. He danced and returned to the array while danced. Yilai Road. No matter how high martial arts, he dare not care about it.
Following Wen Chou into the city is also the elite selected from the Jizhou Army. However, the popularity of the iron leaf armor is still a gap with the giant deer army. A wave of arrows shot. Dozens of people. The momentum of impact was suddenly delayed.
These Jizhou soldiers are not inferior to the giant deer soldiers. A wave of arrow rain just passed. The thick shield wrapped in a row of cooked cowhide was supported by the knife shield. It's not a little slower.
"The first row of guns ... ready."
"Roarha." Murong Ping drank a sharp throat. Twenty gunmen in the front row were flat.
Wang Ben looked closer and closer to Yuan Shaojun. The hand holding the gun was stunned because of the tightness. And the sound of inhalation is still clearly heard.
Not far away. The soldier Yuan who was opposite him was only 50 steps away from him. Under the reflection of the surrounding fire. The other person's appearance was clearly visible. Mirror. I will definitely find that sergeant is as nervous as themselves.
"Afraid of a bird egg. Just like training on weekdays. Just say hello to the key." Excited smile.
Seeing the king's side looking at himself. Wu Chang grinned and said: "Don't think too much. Deep breath. The party feathers listened to the order of the order. . The old and young at home also have a pension. "
Looking at Wu Chang's firm eyes. The tension of the king calmed down slightly. He only listened to Wu's whisper: "One ... two ... three. Chong."
With a hurry and whispering with Wu Chang. The king and more than a dozen gunmen roared hysterically and rushed towards Yuan Jun.
Wang Ben rushed to the opposite -opposite Yuan Jun soldier rushed away. His eyes stared at the throat of the sword shield soldier. Where is his favorite part of the spyling technology?
"kill."
The giant deer gunmen practiced such a trick daily. The first step is to lift the gun. Aiming at the target. The second step.
Although the king is just a soldier who has just joined the army for a year. But this year he repeated these actions every day. I do n’t know how many thousands of times have been pierced. I can no longer be familiar. Shangguan's command. It will also subconsciously make action.
At this moment, Wang Ben found that he had forgotten the nervousness. The approaching Yuan Jun soldier was a moving target in his eyes.
"Kill ..." The king yelled. A red eye stabbed. The sound of the long gun into the flesh and the screams.
Those soldiers who rushed at the top hid most of their bodies behind the big shield. 缳 Shougang Steel knife directly cut the gun head of the king. However, he obviously did not imagine that the shot next to the king was so fast. Long gun. The throat is stabbed by a shot.
The rest of the giant deer sergeant is also the same. Under the shield and knife light of Yuan Jun's shields and knife light. These long gunners do not dodge. They usually train. It is better than who's eyes. First stab the opponent of the middle. Whoever slowly dies first. And the giant deer gunmen will divide the upper and lower nine points and three -thirds based on this division.
Faced with the giant deer gunman on the row. Yuan Jun soldiers or jumped high. Or rolling the ground. Or straight into the card. No matter how much the giant deer gunmen. Humanity is empty. Greeze with a ruthless hand.
At this time, the benefits of the long gun on the knife shield are reflected. One inch, one -inch and strong. The giant deer soldiers are very accurate. Except for a few long guns being blocked. Little abdomen and other places. These key points are stabbed in the tip of the gun.
Yuan Bing opposite the side of the king was not convinced to grab the gun. The frightened face was twisted. His neck had a blurred flesh and blood. The blood sprayed out of the blood like the flow.
Wang Benqiang's rolling look shouted. He pulled out the long gun out of the rigid. The captain of Wu drank around: "Kill." The movement of Wang Ben became strangely light and light.
Simple and repeated stabbing. The skill of killing the enemy has been deeply imprinted in the hearts of every giant deer gunman. Although they are a little better than Yuan Jun's elite. His Majesty of Yuan Shao.
In the first row of Yuan Bing, only a few live mouths were left under a round of fighting. More than ten long guns have been panicked again. This time. This time. Every three or five guns greet one of them. Fortunately, how can I escape a few guns from different orientation at this time.