"Zhang Yong?"

Jia Huan was now extremely miserable.

He was disheveled, covered in plain white clothes, torn, all stained with blood...

Although every inch of his body was as painful as a knife, he still stood up straight and looked straight at the man riding on the horse a hundred steps away.

Once upon a time, he was like Qin Feng, calling this person Uncle Zhang.

Zhang Yong looked neither happy nor sad, and looked at Jia Huan indifferently, without saying anything, but just slowly raised his right hand.

Following his gesture, the eight-ox crossbow and bow formation around Zhang Yong were all lifted up and turned on.

Zhang Yong is a veteran on the battlefield, and he knows that too much words will lead to mistakes.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

At this time, the big lama in yellow also chased after him.

Seeing that Jia Huan was blocked, he burst into laughter and looked at Jia Huan's gaze as if he wanted to eat someone.

As he approached step by step, he wanted to tear up the little thief who repeatedly joked about him!

However, when Zhang Yong saw this person appear, he frowned slightly.

idiot.

Seeing Jia Huan smiled at him strangely, Zhang Yong's heart immediately became tight and immediately waved his hand and ordered the crossbow to attack.

Within a hundred steps, the power of the Eight Ox Crossbow and the Strong Bow is hard for the gods to stop it.

"Swish!"

“Buzz buzz!”

The powerful bows and arrows shot overwhelmingly without any blind spots.

The face changed drastically, but it was the big lama in yellow.

He roared angrily: "You dare?!"

But he didn't care about killing Jia Huan anymore and flew away.

However, Jia Huan was faster than him.

After a long-distance raid, Jia Huan's body is naturally not as good as the big lama in yellow.

But the sudden outbreak within a short distance, the yellow-clothed lama was far less than Jia Huan who practiced "Baby Body Technique".

In particular, the big lama in yellow would occasionally use a monk's robe to knock down the arrows that shot from behind.

He didn't expect that he could kill Jia Huan alone, and the group of bastards on the opposite side could actually shoot arrows.

Seeing Jia Huan flashing smartly in front of him, he relied on him to stop the crossbow arrows shot from behind.

The big lama in yellow was furious and wanted to give Jia Huan some excellence.

However, I forgot that at this time, I can still distract myself.

The big lama in yellow has never seen the power of the crossbow formation. Although he is already very concerned about it, it is still not enough!

He only neglected a little, and a huge Eight-ox crossbow suddenly bombarded his back.

With a "puff", ignoring his powerful body refining skills, the giant crossbow pierced him to the ground.

The powerful vitality of Wuzong made the yellow-clothed lama unable to die for a while. He could only watch the dense bows and arrows like locusts behind him, making waves of shrill and thunderous howls.

This is why the army is never afraid of martial arts masters.

On the other hand, Jia Huan took advantage of this opportunity and rushed forward fifty steps, and was about to escape from the strongest range of killing, but he was seriously injured and was one step slower, but he was still affected by the last wave of arrow rain.

"Puff!"

A sharp arrow penetrated his body, and three or five bows and arrows shot through Jia Huan's back and passed through his chest.

"puff!"

Jia Huan raised his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yong from the rear saw this and then Hai breathed a sigh of relief.

But he ordered the Baniu Crossbow to hang the strings and aimed at Jia Huan's body lying on the ground...

This is the difference between a fierce player on the battlefield and a tycoon in the martial arts world.

The soldiers will never give up until they shoot the enemy into meat sauce.

"Squeak...ah!"

The eight-ox crossbow was squeaking and harsh, as if the King of Hell was urging his death.

If these two eight-niu crossbows hit Jia Huan, no matter what physique he is, there is no possibility of survival.

The Eight Niu Crossbow can cut Jia Huan into two pieces.

However, at this moment, a commotion suddenly appeared behind the Beijing camp.

"Swish swish swish!"

The sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air continuously, screaming incessantly.

The hunting party before has now turned into prey.

Zhang Yong looked back suddenly and saw a flag floating in the heavy storm.

Jia family, Black Cloud Flag!

The personal soldiers of Ningguo arrived!

The personal soldiers, the Borch, shot the arrows and shots without any slightest. Every time they shoot, they will kill one person.

With more than a hundred Ningguo soldiers under his command, he rushed forward without hesitation! Assault!!! Assault!!!

Unstoppable!

However, Zhang Yong's actions have long been repaid for his determination to die.

He was originally a death hiding for decades.

Today is the time for him to attain the fruit of enlightenment and repay the kindness of the ancestors.

Zhang Yong ignored the chaos behind him and turned around and sternly said to the crossbowman: "Win the string, attack!"

Although the crossbowmen were shocked by the chaos behind them, Zhang Yong was strict in his military commands and did not dare to disobey them.

The crossbow holder held a huge crossbow arrow that was more than three meters long, put it into the arrow groove, and tightened the mechanism lock.

Adjust the shooting direction and aim at Jia Huan, who was a hundred meters away and still moving on the ground...

Just as I was about to shoot, I suddenly felt something beside me pounce on me.

I turned my head subconsciously and immediately my soul was in full bloom.

A big white snake had even grown feet and was opening its mouth and biting it here.

If someone attacked, even if he was a master of Wushu, the crossbowman could still shoot that arrow.

But what came was a big snake...

The soldiers around the crossbow formation panicked and threw down their things, picked up swords and guns and wanted to kill the snake.

But how could this snake be beaten?

When the snake's body moves and its tail touches a person, it can often cut the soldiers in half, which is extremely terrifying.

Seeing a white snake disrupting the crossbow formation and delaying time again, Zhang Yong was frightened and furious, turning over and dismounting, and wanted to personally handle the Eight Niu Crossbow and make up for Jia Huan's last arrow.

This is the death order he received, Jia Huan must die!

Although the personal soldiers of Ningguo in the rear were coming, the Beijing camp was no longer the wastes led by Qiu Liang back then, and they were all Huangsha soldiers.

Zhang Yong is also a real powerful general. Although he was caught off guard, he still failed to break through when defending his personal soldiers in Ningguo for a while.

The white snake that was disrupting the situation was temporarily defended by the military formations gathered by the soldiers with heavy shields.

Seeing that there was no more stopping, Zhang Yong picked up the Eight-Nuo Crossbow and was about to shoot arrows, a large group of soldiers suddenly appeared in front of the street.

The Imperial Guard arrived.

The leader is the current Taiwei, Duke Wuwei Qinliang.

Qin Liang looked at Jia Huan who was motionless and inserted five or six bows and arrows, almost unable to recognize him, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Looking at Zhang Yong who was about to open the crossbow, he was even more furious and shouted like thunder: "Zhang Yong, how dare you?!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Zhang Yong alone.

Behind him were layers of imperial guards.

The Imperial Guards guarding an imperial chariot in the center of the Imperial Guard.

Qin and Liang could not command any of these imperial guards.

Even his personal soldiers have been isolated.
To be continued...