After the flares were fired into the night sky, three hundred people appeared on the top of the mountain. One-third of them were armed with crossbows, and the other two hundred were carrying machetes and looking murderously at the Feiyu Gang who were about to climb to the top of the mountain.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The people holding crossbows used the light of flares to aim at the figure walking through the forest. Their fingers pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrows shot through the air. The people of the Feiyu Gang were suddenly shot by the crossbow arrows.
Caught off guard, the person walking at the front fell instantly, and those who didn't fall quickly leaned behind the tree trunk.
Guo Feiyu frowned when he heard the screams coming from the front. The worst case scenario occurred. The princelings had already taken the back route and said coldly: "Zhang Qiang, you lead the twelve iron guards to the front and you must kill him."
Create a bloody path, and ask my men to contact Xiao Lei at the bottom of the mountain and ask his people to go up the mountain immediately to respond. Wang Tao, I, and the remaining iron guards blocked the people rushing up from behind.
"Yes!" Zhang Qiang quickly ran to the top of the mountain. Twelve people from the 24th Iron Guards followed Zhang Qiang straight to the top of the mountain without being asked. The actions of these twelve people showed that there was a conflict between Zhang Qiang and the 24th Iron Guards.
This kind of tacit understanding was slowly formed by twenty-five people during their long military careers.
With the magazine of the pistol, he turned around and fired from time to time. The bullets fired from the muzzle were buying time for the Feiyu Gang to break out. The pursuers could only hide behind tree trunks to avoid the bullets when they heard the gunshots.
, nearly a thousand people approached the top of the mountain step by step.
Zhang Qiang led twelve iron guards and rushed to the top of the mountain. Zhang Qiang shouted loudly: "Brothers from the Feiyu Gang, follow me and rush over. Kill them."
Zhang Qiang and twelve iron guards rushed towards the princelings blocking the top of the mountain. They held a spur in one hand and fired continuously with the other hand. The princelings' crossbowmen saw Zhang Qiang leading the Feiyu Gang.
People rushed forward, they carried crossbows on their backs, took out military daggers from their coats, and prepared to attack.
The moment Zhang Qiang rushed into the crowd, he inserted the gun in his hand into the holster under his arm. The military thorn in his hand drew a cold light and stabbed the person in front of him. When the military dagger in this person's hand was just raised, his throat was already
Being pierced by the military thorn in Zhang Qiang's hand, Zhang Qiang's figure did not stop, he pulled out the military thorn and stabbed the next person.
The three hundred people from the princelings responsible for the interception task also waved their weapons and rushed towards the Feiyu Gang. They only had to block them for a few minutes before the thousands of people behind them could surround the Feiyu Gang.
A fight broke out in the gloomy jungle. More than 20 people lay at the feet of Zhang Qiang and twelve iron guards. Zhang Qiang moved forward, bright red blood dripping from the thorn in his hand, and the powerful momentum made the soldiers move forward.
The hearts of the princelings were trembling.
"Feiyu Gang Long Tangtang's reputation for being strong is indeed well-deserved. I will meet you today and avenge my third and fourth brothers." A man with a thick-backed machete appeared in front of Zhang Qiang. While speaking, he held the machete belt in his hand.
A strong wind blew up and struck Zhang Qiang.
Zhang Qiang quickly turned sideways to avoid this sharp knife, and the military spur stabbed the big man's chest. The big man retracted his knife to block the military stab stabbing his chest. The military spur collided with the thick-backed machete, causing little sparks. The military spur in Zhang Qiang's hand was not destroyed by the machete.
He got up, just veered slightly in the direction, and headed straight for the big man's right shoulder.
In the big man's imagination, Zhang Qiang's military spine must be shattered by the machete in his hand, but the result was beyond his imagination. He took a breath of air and backed away quickly.
The corner of Zhang Qiang's mouth was raised, and his body followed the figure who was retreating quickly. The tip of the military thorn quickly approached the big man's right side. No matter how fast he retreated, it was not as fast as he was moving forward. When the big man saw that the military thorn was about to pierce his shoulder, he gritted his teeth.
He jumped to the side, but his leaping body could not completely avoid the spurs. The spikes of the spurs cut a blood groove on his right shoulder.
Zhang Qiang didn't give the big man time to breathe, and turned his body to run towards the big man again. All this happened in a few seconds, which was dizzyingly fast.
The big man just stood up and saw Zhang Qiang running towards him again, "Ah!" He roared and struck out with the machete in his hand. The rapidly falling machete stopped suddenly. Zhang Qiang's hand clasped his wrist, and with the other hand
The army spurs pierced his throat like lightning. There was a trace of fear in the big man's eyes. He leaned back as hard as he could, and at the same time, his legs jumped up and kicked Zhang Qiang's lower abdomen. This move was used just right to relieve him for a moment.
danger.
"Good skill!" Zhang Qiang raised his arm and swung it to the side. The big man's body was thrown towards a big tree next to him. "Bump!" With a sound, dozens of leaves fell from the big branch.
The big man stood up quickly, bright red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Zhang Qiang's figure appeared in front of the big man again, and the cold military thorn went straight to his chest. This time he could not avoid it, the cold military thorn sank into his chest, and he used all his energy the moment the military thorn sank into his chest.
He used all his strength to make a last-ditch effort, clasping his hands on Zhang Qiang's neck, bending his right leg and pushing his knee against Zhang Qiang's stomach.
Zhang Qiang's eyes flashed with admiration, and he kicked out his left foot at a faster speed. This second kick hit the big man's stomach first. Zhang Qiang's body also jumped back with the force of this kick.
When it popped out, the military thorn that had sunk into the big man's chest was also pulled out. With a perfect posture and a perfect move, he avoided the big man's death blow.
The people fighting beside Zhang Qiang and Da Han were all stunned by the two men's skills. The Feiyu Gang and the Princelings were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and continued to fight with their swords. For them, appreciating other people's fights was not enough.
It is an extremely luxurious thing. Only by fighting hard can you complete the journey down the mountain.
While Zhang Qiang was fighting with the big man, nearly a thousand people from the princelings rushed to the top of the mountain one after another, and a hugely disparate fight began. The Feiyu Gang slowly retreated from the top of the mountain to the bottom.
Xiao Lei at the bottom of the mountain learned that Guo Feiyu and the others were surrounded and quickly rushed to the top to support them. Xiao Lei clearly heard the shouts coming from the top of the mountain. He was so excited that he kept urging his men to speed up. The three
The new force of Bai Feiyu Gang quickly rushed to the top of the mountain.
Guo Feiyu, who was at the rear, also climbed to the top of the mountain. The princelings followed Guo Feiyu and the others and poured out from the surrounding woods. Because they were blocked by the princelings in front, Feiyu helped the hundreds of people retreat at a slower pace. The princelings
People seized the opportunity and rushed forward one after another.
The man wielding a machete rushed towards Guo Feiyu like an outlaw. Guo Feiyu and the twelve iron guards around him stopped and looked at the rushing crowd. Wang Tao, who could no longer bear it, raised his machete and faced the enemy. Standing proudly
Guo Feiyu's body was filled with a strong murderous aura, and two cold eyes scanned the crowd. The corners of his mouth were raised, and that terrifying smile appeared on his face.