"Gangmaster, be careful!"

Immediately afterwards, several players who followed Feng Liang here also saw the flying arrow feathers. But they reacted too late, and it was too late to remind them at this moment. Even Feng Liang himself reacted too late.

Feng Liang wanted to use the weapon in his hand to block the flying arrow feathers, and wanted to move left or right to avoid the arrow. But everything was too late, and his body could not keep up with his thoughts at all.

"Puchi!"

After the light sound, Feng Liang seemed to feel his right chest being hit hard by a sledgehammer. The power of the arrow led him to take several steps back before sitting down with a plop. To be honest, he did not feel any pain at that time. It was not until he sat back that he felt a piercing pain coming from his right chest.

"ah……"

Feng Liang screamed. Although he was not shot to death, he could feel that the arrow had penetrated his body. He seemed to hear the sound of blood falling down the arrow's tip to the ground.

“Tick…tick…”

"Is it because I, Feng Liang, my virgin hanged under an arrow?" Feng Liang couldn't help asking himself. However, he found that his mind was very clear, and the piercing pain came into his brain without any obstacles. In fact, he would rather faint by himself at this moment.

Generally speaking, such injuries will not directly kill a person. Moreover, some parts of this game are simulated reality. As long as you don’t pull out the arrows immediately, Feng Liang will have a chance to survive.

"Hurry, take the gang leader to Jian'an for treatment!"

At this moment, the 50,000 soldiers were suddenly panicked. Before the war started, their coach was shot. This was definitely a bad start.

But Murong Ling and Mulan, who were standing on the city wall, were both staring at Han Dang in amazement.

"Is this the strength of historical generals?" Such thoughts arose in the minds of the two.

All of this has changed so quickly. They were thinking about how to solve this problem before. Even if it could not be solved, they would still give Feng Liang a good look so that he knew that although Rose Club was all female players, female players were not so easy to bully. But when Han Dang arrived, he immediately completed their minimum requirements and shot Feng Liang with one arrow.

However, Yang Yang shook his head and muttered: "Oh, it's a pity, he's not dead!"

In fact, Yang Yang also knew that it was not easy to achieve such an effect. If the person who shot this arrow was not Han Dang, perhaps even such an effect would not be able to achieve it. After all, humans are not animals or fixed objects. Han Dang didn’t know what kind of reaction Feng Liang would have before shooting an arrow. Is it like dodging left or dodging right?

"What? What a pity?" Mulan heard Yang Yang's muttering, her eyes widened even bigger, and her expression was very exaggerated.

She was hit and she was very satisfied with the result just now, but the person in front of her said it was a pity. Could it be that she was too backward and could no longer keep up with the development of the game?

"Okay, stop exaggerating, let's think about how to deal with the next counterattack of Thirteen Prefectures!" Yang Yang said.

According to the urinary nature of the Thirteen State states, if the boss beats others, he will never be so kind. Whether to continue to be besieged or attack depends on Feng Liang's degree of anger. To be clear, Yang Yang was happy and ejaculated Feng Liang, but what should I do next? Should I be responsible or let Murong Ling solve it himself?

Hearing Yang Yang's words, Mulan and Murong Ling both looked over. In their minds, he was just a game strongman, otherwise he would not have had the world's number one town, nor would he have won three historical generals in a short time. Their expressions had already expressed what they wanted to say, that was to let him say it.

"Or why? Just fight them directly and get rid of the 50,000 third-level soldiers first?" Yang Yang suggested.

"But if we start a war directly, we will still lose a lot of third-level soldiers, and we will not be able to develop it at all." Mulan opposed that the Rose Society was incomparable to the Thirteen State. The 50,000 third-level soldiers were of little significance to the Thirteen State, but for the Rose Society, letting members gather 50,000 third-level soldiers was probably a relatively difficult problem.

Originally, the members of the Rose Society were just female players around Jian'an City. There were not many members, and there were only about one thousand members at this time. Compared with the tens of thousands of players in Thirteen State, the number was too small.

Murong Ling also nodded and said, "If we fight hard, Rose will not have the strength at all, and the loss will be relatively large. Although it can solve this crisis, what about the next time? If the loss is large enough, maybe those members will not send troops next time."

Yang Yang could understand that sometimes, players are so realistic, even if they are members of the gang. Take the members of the Rose Society for now. For example, they may listen to Murong Ling's words and send troops for the first time, but when the first time the loss is too great, they may not listen to Murong Ling's words and withdraw from the Rose Society for the second time.

What's more, Feng Liang forced only Murong Ling's territory, not those members.

Yang Yang pondered for a while and said, "Let's do it, Murong Ling, first see if you can gather more than 50,000 third-level soldiers, and then we will attack from all directions. Han Dang leads the soldiers to attack from the front, and I will go back to Jian'an and ask Huang Zhong to attack from the back. Just bring the soldiers with you and shake flags and shout left and right. Moreover, Feng Liang is not here at this time, and under the attack from the front and back, maybe those soldiers will surrender?"

"Are you talking about letting Han Dang and Huang Zhong join the war?" Murong Ling's eyes lit up. If they were asked to join the war, Murong Ling would be sure. In front of the two famous generals, those third-level soldiers were worthy of what?

Yang Yang nodded.

"Thank you, Yang Yang!" Murong Ling said sincerely, "Since that's the case, I'll let the players around Jian'an City send their soldiers to the southern suburbs of Jian'an City. Then you can just meet with them. As for the left and right sides of the enemy, just give it to me and Mulan."

Murong Ling is not a person who is procrastinating. Since he has made a decision, he will immediately start to deploy and act.

After Yang Yang stayed Han Dang in Murong Town, he bypassed the 50,000 soldiers in the north and ran towards Jian'an City...

While Yang Yang and Murong Ling were discussing how to eliminate the 50,000 third-level soldiers from the Thirteen Prefectures, Feng Liang was carried to Jian'an City by several subordinates. The gang members walked and said to Feng Liang: "Gang Master, hold on, we will arrive soon."

"Zhiqiang, kill me. Anyway, we are players, and I can still be resurrected." At this time, Feng Liang couldn't help it, and he said to a subordinate.

Zhiqiang, the first subordinate who followed him was a cruel man.

But what disappointed Feng Liang was that Zhiqiang did not take action at this time, and hesitated without even hesitation: "Gangmaster, how could I be such a person? Although you can be resurrected, you are our boss after all, how could I kill the boss?"

If Zhiqiang had made such a good statement in normal times, Feng Liang might be very happy, but it is not usual now. Now he is determined to die. But no matter what he said, except Zhiqiang, the remaining three subordinates dare not take action.

In fact, we can't blame the four of them. This is not a joke. This is a killing boss! What if Feng Liang settles the old accounts one day?

Just when Feng Liang was in a state of misery, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a group of people wearing Taoist priest robes. After seeing Feng Liang, they actually walked straight to Feng Liang and others.

Zhiqiang immediately stood up and shouted, "Who are you?"

Although Feng Liang was carried, he could still see the group of people wearing Taoist robes. The fat middle-aged man in the lead walked a few steps forward and said to Zhiqiang: "Brother, please don't be nervous. We are from Taipingdao. It seems that some of you are injured. Do you need help?"

"Taipingdao!" Despite the injuries, Feng Liang was still surprised. He did not expect that he would meet the Taipingdao people before the Yellow Turban Uprising, and he muttered.

But as a player, when he met someone from Taipingdao, he thought of some magic tricks in Taipingdao, and he suddenly felt that this was an opportunity. Therefore, before Zhiqiang answered, he said in Xu Luo's voice: "Thank you, I need help!"

Since Feng Liang had already spoken, Zhiqiang took a few steps back and made way out.

The fat Taoist priest walked to Feng Liang, checked Feng Liang's injuries and took out a talisman paper and said, "This is the healing talisman of our Taiping Dao. If you believe me, I will treat you. If you can't believe me, then go to Jian'an City to find a doctor. But I can tell you that it takes a long time for a doctor to treat it, and the talisman I used from me to cure your injuries immediately."

As soon as the fat middle-aged Taoist priest finished speaking, Feng Liang nodded and said, "Thank you, Master, please help me with treatment!"

Feng Liang didn't think about it, and he didn't have to think about it. For him, the worst result was to resurrection once!

Since Feng Liang's consent was obtained, the fat Taoist priest reached out and held the arrow and said, "Then I'll start, you can hold on, you'll be fine soon."

Feng Liang nodded, the Taoist priest shouted softly, pulling the arrow out of his right chest. Suddenly, blood flowed like a stream. If he didn't stop the bleeding quickly, he would soon bleed and die.

At this time, the Taoist priest was holding the talisman and Nianyou. After a while, the talisman turned into a light and merged into Feng Liang's body. The wound healed immediately. Feng Liang stood up, reached out and touched his right chest, and found that there was no wound at all, and it didn't hurt anymore. If there was not a hole in his clothes, he would have really suspected that he had not been injured at all.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Feng Liang with a smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with his surprised expression.

"Thank you for your help, I don't know what your name is?" Since I met the Taipingdao people, how could Feng Liang let them go like this? I immediately put my fists and tried to test it.

The middle-aged fat Taoist priest laughed and said, "I am Zhang Bao from Taiping Dao. It's our fate to save people here to save you!"
Chapter completed!