Han Shuang rode his horse and galloped, and when he saw Yang Fan, the horse had already rushed to Yang Fan's approach.

When Han Shuang saw Yang Fan, he didn't rein in his horse, but kicked the horse, speeding up, and the saber in his right hand slashed towards Yang Fan's head in a dazzling arc at the same time.

People take advantage of the horse's momentum, unless Yang Fan's gun is cast in iron, otherwise it will be a gun that will end up dead.

Yang Fan stood under the gate of the wall, watching Han Shuang's men and horses unite and rush towards him, holding a long knife with a faint blood in his hand. This knife rushed all the way over, and only what Yang Fan saw had already harvested more than a dozen lives.

Yang Fan's shoulders sank, his legs struck, he stood on a lunge pile, the spear pierced out from under his ribs like the tongue of a poisonous snake, and when the tip of the spear pointed at Han Shuang's chest, he had turned into a two-handed gun, and there was a handle more than a foot long at the back of the barrel behind his elbow.

Han Shuang could see every movement clearly, and the standard of his movements was like a junior apprentice who was learning martial arts, practicing meticulously according to the master's teachings.

Han Shuang was very strange that he was obviously able to see his every movement clearly, but Weishenme couldn't avoid it, and the sharp long knife in his hand also slashed into the air.

The long knife arced until it formed a semicircle, and the spear line pierced through the center of the semicircle, and with a "poof", Han Shuang was lifted into the air by a strong force, and crashed into a knight on the left, who was half a horse away from him, and when Han Shuang flew into the air, it happened to hit him, knocking him off the horse and falling into the thistle bush.

The man rolled around the thistle bushes several times, and his body was covered with thistles, but he did not let out a scream. Han Shuang felt that her collision seemed to have broken the person's neck, so the person was lucky not to feel the slightest pain. Then Han Shuang found herself "whew" and hit Xiangyou again.

This time, he flew into the thistle bush with the person he had collided with, and he heard the screams of that person, which was the voice of the zuihou he heard in the human world. His chest was pierced by a shot, and then he was swung by Yang Fan like this. The chest has expanded into a hole the size of a bowl. Blood was gushing from the hole.

The big gun held by Yang Fan was snatched from Gao Qingshan's hand, this big gun was the weapon used by the former head of the Hebai Village, the spear was thick and heavy, with bamboo as the handle and stainless steel as the blade, and the deep blood groove was dripping with red blood, which was terrifying.

"Kill!"

Yang Fan drank in a deep voice. The big spear swung and greeted the knights who came like a tide, picking, stabbing, smashing, splitting, pointing, poking, sweep......ing, one pick, one stabbing was one, one smashing was one. A sweep is a piece, a gun is vigorous, the tip of the gun breaks the wind, and the sound of "snorting" breaks through the air.

The sound of "snorting" through the air was continuous, like someone tearing open a sackcloth that never ends. With this "snort" sound, the chasing knights turned on their backs, wailing again and again, and the oncoming iron cavalry was stopped by him with one person and one shot. There is no way to move forward.

The grass on both sides of the road is full of thistles. The pursuers could only charge him in the road, and so on. A maximum of three horsemen from each platoon could approach him. But whether these three people are holding guns or knives, whether they are stabbing or splitting, no matter how they cooperate, a big gun in Yang Fan's hand is like a dragon out of the water, and he can always get into their attack net first, killing him to turn on his back alone.

Yang Fan walked on the ground with a spear, and with the strength of one person, he forcibly blocked the chasing soldiers who were surging like a tide, so that they could no longer advance an inch.

If you are a husband, you can't open it!

The people on the village were stunned, most of them had practiced a few martial arts, but how could anyone have such martial arts. Step down the bamboo spear, block the pursuers with the strength of one person, and stab more than ten horses on the horse in a moment, but no one is one of their enemies, this great Zhou Qincha actually has such a good kung fu.

Miss Xun'er stood on the village, holding her sheath tightly, her pretty face was red with excitement, a pair of apricot eyes stared at Yang Fan's movements, her hands were also eager to try, with every movement of Yang Fan, the muscles were tense and relaxed, as if the person who did it was her, she was completely fascinated by Yang Fan's heroic posture.

"Zhao Zilong is reincarnated! Zhao Zilong is reincarnated! ”

Miss Xun'er muttered, and soon, this sentence became the resonance of everyone in the village. For them, the most familiar Central Plains famous generals are only Shu during the Three Kingdoms, and the first person in the famous generals of Shu is very good Zhao Zilong, and Yang Fan at this moment is like Zhao Zilong's reincarnation in their eyes.

It is not an easy task to fight on foot and with spears, and to face the knights who are constantly charging forward. Just as some people can't understand how a small bird can knock a big hole in the hard shell of an airplane, only those who have actually fought against a fast horse charging samurai know how huge a liliang can produce when a person rushes forward with the power of a horse.

When the horse charges, the edge of the knife only needs to be dragged with the momentum, and it does not need to exert any strength, and it is easy to cut a person's neck, and there is no need to concentrate all the strength of the whole body to make a ghost-headed knife like an executioner.

The bowl mouth of the thick horse rejection gun can pierce the body of the charging party at the same time, and at the same time, it is hit in two by the huge reaction force, and Yang Fan is standing on the ground with one person and one gun, as long as one of them collides, he can break the gun and fly, be knocked upside down and fly out, and nail it into the wooden wedge of the walled gate.

But Yang Fan has already killed thirteen knights in a row, he is still alive, and he is still rushing forward.

Yang Fan had a "swallow gun", the bloody tip of the spear went in and out from a knight's chest, followed by a "pear blossom swinging head", sweeping the two people who rushed left and right into the thistle bushes, and the horse lost its owner, and the momentum did not decrease, and the four hooves flew from his side, and swept by.

Yang Fan took advantage of the situation to turn around, and saw that several female warriors of the Zuihou Barbarian tribe were about to retreat into the village, and immediately shouted: "Close the gate!" ”

Gao Qingshan woke up like a dream, and hurriedly ordered: "Quick! Close the gate! ”

Xun'er hurriedly said: "Can't be closed, he hasn't come back yet!" ”

Gao Qingshan said: "Miss, if the gate of the village is not closed, it will be difficult for the cavalry to get rid of it, and they will take the opportunity to attack the village!" ”

At this time, the people at the gate of the village have slammed the gate closed, and the wooden stakes that hit the thickness of the wood tightly against the gate of the wall, Yang Fan gun like a swimming dragon, "pop papa" and swept the three people off the horse, suddenly turned around and rushed, swept under the wall, and the pistol in his hand also became a two-handed horizontal grip.

The big gun in his hand was more than two feet long, and looking at his movements, it seemed that he wanted to use this big gun as a support rod and jumped onto the wall in one fell swoop. The wall was originally only five or six zhang long, and it was less than three zhang after he raised it with a wooden stake, and as long as the spear was not broken, he could jump on it.

Gao Qingshan on the stockade didn't know that he had such a plan, and after explaining to Xun'er, he grabbed a rope, shook the rope in the air a few times, and threw it at Yang Fan with a roar, shouting in his mouth: "Catch it!" ”

Yang Fan was about to jump on the wall with a gun as a pole, and when he saw a rope thrown like a dragon, he immediately reached out and grabbed it, Gao Qingshan grabbed the rope tightly, and shouted, and his feet seemed to be firmly rooted.

Yang Fan grabbed the rope with one hand and ran forward a few steps, "Oh Woo" actually ran up along the wall, ran to a height of nearly one zhang, and the momentum was exhausted, so he pulled the rope hard, intending to jump up with his strength.

The chasing horse was approaching, and when he saw that this man was about to jump onto the wall, he threw the spear out of his hand and stabbed at him with a roar!

"Tuk Tuk!"

A series of three guns were nailed into the earth and stone and wooden pillars, and one of the throwing guns was inserted into the gap between the earth and stones close to Yang Fan's clothes, and the tip of the gun rubbed against the earth and stones, and the sparks jumped, and everyone in the city was terrified.

Xun'er hurriedly shouted: "Release the arrow!" ”

A rain of arrows from the head of the city rushed towards the approaching knights, temporarily suppressing them, and Yang Fan was also worried that it would not be easy to dodge in the air, so he actually ran sideways on the wall with a rope in one hand.

Yang Fan ran like this, Gao Qingshan couldn't help it, and several powerful Zhaiding next to him saw that his whole person was dragged forward by the rope, so they hurriedly gave up their weapons and pounced on him to hold him firmly, and six or seven people firmly grasped the rope and didn't allow it to move a bit.

Yang Fan felt that the rope had been fixed, and his feet were kicking more and more powerfully, he ran up to the wall of the wall, his toes were a little on the stake of the wall, his body rose into the air, his body turned in mid-air, and the gun in his hand was thrown out of his hand.

The spear was thrown out by him, and the light and shadow only flashed, and a cloud of blood mist appeared on the back of the chest of one of the knights who rushed to the front. The spear passed through the chest, and the remaining momentum was unabated, and the knight behind was caught off guard, and was pierced through the chest, and even the person planted the gun and dismounted, and Yang Fan landed steadily at this time.

Under the wall, more than ten ownerless horses did not dare to run around in the same place, the ground was ambushed with corpses, and there were many people with broken bones and tendons in the thistle bushes, screaming, but they did not dare to move, in case they were injured by the tribulus terrestris. Seeing that Yang Fan's blow was so powerful, a tsunami-like cheer suddenly came from the village.

In fact, Yang Fan seems to have infinite scenery, but he is really dangerous, and he has exhausted his strength at this time.

He was not dealing with an opponent who was fighting on the spot, but with an enemy rushing at a lightning speed, and with each blow, whether he stabbed the enemy or was slashed by the enemy's weapon, his arms were subjected to tremendous force, even if he used clever methods to unload the force, and his hands were already trembling slightly from the exertion.

"Archery! Throw guns! ”

Taking advantage of the invading enemy's spirit being foiled by Yang Fan, Gao Qingshan gave an order. Bamboo arrows and spears flew down, and some of the unprepared enemies were shot, and they had to retreat in a hurry, making way for a safe distance. After another moment, the infantry behind caught up, used their large shields as cover to fend off the bamboo arrows, and began to clean up the thistles.

Seeing this, Gao Qingshan immediately called for people to use those simple stone throwing machines, fist-sized stones were smashed out overwhelmingly, and a ghost cried wolf howl under the cottage, many people were smashed to the head and bleeding, fell to the ground and groaned, and those who were not injured fled in the wilderness, and the clean-up activities collapsed again.

After a while, the shield-bearers made a comeback, and they worked in pairs, with the big shield in front and the small shield on top, and cleaned up the thistles little by little with the "knocking" of the smashed shields.

The real offensive and defensive battle began......

P: It's the middle of the year, and I'm asking for monthly passes and recommended tickets!

~(To be continued.) )