If faced with ordinary assassins, the choice of these two warriors is undoubtedly the right one.
But that's not necessarily the case when facing Zhang Zhao, because they still don't know how terrifying Zhang Zhao's industrial products will be.
Taking advantage of the moment when the warrior in front of him shouted loudly, Zhang Zhao quickly bent down and flipped the chariot over with a kick. With a slight jump of his toes, he took the mini horse chariot made of tool steel into his hands.
At this time, the warrior opposite Zhang Zhao immediately knew that he had made a mistake. He did not expect that there was a spear under the chariot opposite him. It was an inch longer and an inch stronger. The hidden sword was completely at a disadvantage against the spear, not to mention that he had other weapons.
A.
‘Brush!’ In desperation, the samurai stabbed Zhang Zhao’s chest with his long sword.
Zhang Zhao laughed ferociously and did not even block the incoming Tibetan knife, nor did he dodge it.
‘Dang!’ There was a crisp sound, and the tip of the hidden sword in the samurai’s hand was blown away. Are you kidding? This is a titanium alloy steel plate!
"Good armor!" This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of the warrior holding the Tibetan sword. He stabbed Zhang Zhao, and Zhang Zhao also stabbed him. The spearhead made of tool steel easily penetrated his armor.
Iron plate cowhide armor.
Red blood spurted out from the warrior's chest. The severe pain and fear of death made him forget about fighting. The warrior threw away his hidden sword, covered his chest, and rolled on the ground.
"Drink!" The first person to hear the dead warrior's call was the short, fat Uighur who had just asked Shagouer and others to carry Zhang Zhao over.
He thought the beauty who was carrying her was a little disobedient, so he walked over with a leg of mutton in his hand without holding any weapon, and he suddenly screamed in fright.
'Woo! Woo!' Zhang Zhao shook the tip of his spear. The pudgy warrior was about to turn around and run away, but before he could move, Zhang Zhao's tip of the spear arrived. The tip of the spear penetrated through his Adam's apple and passed through the back of his neck.
came out, and then Zhang Zhao gave another fierce thrust.
The short, fat Uyghur man threw away the leg of lamb in his hand with a snap. He covered his neck with both hands and screamed, but after a while, blood bubbles began to appear in his mouth and nose. It was obvious that his trachea had been stabbed.
Weared.
The second person who came over still had a short knife in his hand, but he also didn't expect such a scene. Zhang Zhao shouted loudly, took three steps and two steps at a time, and the horse blade in his hand poked out like a poisonous dragon, and easily
Pierced him.
However, in just over a minute, Zhang Zhao killed three people in a row, and Zhang Zhong and Qi Xiaohu behind him immediately gained momentum.
The two of them took out their horizontal knives, while Sha Gou'er and Yin Yaozi held short spears and hammers. The four of them formed a small formation to protect Zhang Zhao's back. They only had to hold back the Uighurs coming from outside for a while.
The warriors inside are all left to Zhang Zhao to deal with.
Zhang Zhao carried the Hengdao behind his back. He did not rush up because Ge Du did not go far. Instead, he ran into a huge tent under the cover of the warrior.
After three people were killed in succession, the sound of horns sounded in the Uighur camp. This was sounded by the warrior who was escorting Ge Du to escape.
There were noisy sounds, and wolves were running around the huge bonfire. Some young Uighur women who were drinking and eating meat by the bonfire were screaming and running around, and some drunken men were looking around to see the source of the commotion.
Of course, more people woke up immediately, but within a minute or two, figures began to gather in front of the tent where Ge Du was hiding.
After backing up the horizontal sword, Zhang Zhao shouted loudly and thrust out the horse spear held flat in his hand. A Uighur holding a short spear rushed to gather in front of Ge Du's tent and screamed in surprise. Even the enemy did not see clearly.
He fell directly to the ground.
"Dagan has an order! Whoever kills the man in golden armor will be rewarded with a fine animal, two sheep, ten catties of salt, and a little girl!"
The warrior who had protected Ge Duo from escaping poked his head out of the tent, and shouted loudly. Only then did everyone see clearly that directly opposite them, a warrior in golden armor was walking towards them like a god, holding a short sword.
Come here.
"I'll kill you!" The first person to react was a Uighur warrior holding a spear. When he saw that the spear in his hand was longer than the one in Zhang Zhao's hand, he yelled and rushed over, pointing the spearhead directly at Zhang Zhao's head.
In front of the parapet.
He also made the same mistake as the first samurai, because he underestimated the defensive power of Zhang Zhao's armor. The pig iron spear point hit Zhang Zhao's chest. Zhang Zhao swayed slightly, but the spearman on the opposite side screamed. Because he rushed in too quickly, he held the gun in the wrong posture, and when the gun tip hit the steel plate on Zhang Zhao's chest, the recoil force caused was even greater than the impact Zhang Zhao received.
The tail of the gun grazed his own waist and directly opened up a large piece of flesh. The screams started because of this, but they stopped quickly and abruptly because Zhang Zhao's gun head directly pierced his chest.
Before the Uighur fell to the ground, Zhang Zhao quickly withdrew his horse and then swung it fiercely to the left.
The sharp spearhead cut open the belly of the second one who came in a hurry. Unidentified black and green objects mixed with blood and minced meat poured out from the breach in the belly. A short and stocky Uighur fell to the side and started holding his belly.
Scream loudly!
'Dang!' Another rusty spear head pierced the entire plate armor on Zhang Zhao's chest. The inferior spear head hit this fine plate armor from later generations, causing no damage except a crisp sound.<
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Don’t have a long memory!
Zhang Zhao took a step forward again and aimed his spear directly at the Uighur's chest.
However, he failed to hit anyone this time. The Uighur was very smart. When the spear tip failed to penetrate Zhang Zhao's armor, he threw away the spear in his hand, then rolled towards Zhang Zhao. p>
"Come on together!" Just when Zhang Zhao was about to lower the head of his gun and pin this guy to the ground, the Uighurs at the tent door rushed out and slashed at Zhang Zhao with three long knives. A short fat man jumped forward and turned out to be running.
Zhang Zhao went to the horse pole, and there were several Uighurs behind him who made the same choice.
Only a few more moments!
Zhang Zhao sneered and threw away the horse in his hand. He didn't want to have a tug of war with the person on the other side. While throwing away the horse, he took a step back suddenly and took out a small meteor hammer from his pocket with his left hand.
Smashed it towards the nearest target.
'Boom!' A crisp sound sounded like a melon being knocked. The Uyghur who rolled over and had just stood up did not dodge. He screamed, covered his bright red head and shook, scurrying back and forth a few times.
Then he fell to the ground and made no sound.
"Drink!" As the soldier fell, Zhang Zhao threw away the small meteor hammer in his hand and took a big step forward in the opposite direction. He quickly took out the horizontal sword on his back, then raised the horizontal sword with both hands and moved towards it like lightning.
Cut it down.
A Uighur man holding a Tibetan sword and round shield was suddenly stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Zhao to move so quickly. He eagerly wanted to stop his forward pace, but he had rushed too fast just now and was pushed by inertia.
He came to Zhang Zhao.
This unlucky guy could only raise his shield in despair to block Zhang Zhao's full blow.
'Poof!' Under Zhang Zhao's full blow, this tool steel horizontal knife exerted huge destructive power. The blade first cut the rattan card in half, and then easily cut off the soldier's neck, black
The head flew far away with blood beads!
"Hu'er suffers death!"
Ma Shan changed his sword to a horizontal one, so Zhang Zhao would no longer choose to stab him from a distance. These Uyghur warriors were suddenly struck by the incident, and they basically didn't have armor, and they didn't have maces or axes specifically designed to break armor. p>
And he is fully armed, and the horizontal sword made of tool steel can be said to be indestructible, and slashing at close range is the right choice.
