"Crazy! How can there be such a lunatic!"

On the north bank of the Rose River, the black -faced man was cracking, and the windowbar was broken with a punch.

The fire on both sides of the strait flushed the sky, and the ride team rushed directly on the frozen river channel, like the iron flow of hell rushing out of the door of the flames.

There are constant ice that can't bear the horseshoe trampled, screaming and cracking; the cavalry has a short body shape and disappears in the ups and downs.

But the speed of iron flow has no delay, but faster and faster.

Especially the front of the front.

It was a heroic person, wearing shiny silver armor; it was a tall and slender white horse, which was like a meteor.

The sound of the hoof of the clouds is like a huge hammer, and the heart of the hawk guard and the riot of the black -faced man.

"The 100th Team! Shock, go forward!"

Colonel Berney couldn't control the aid of the army, captured the enemy's energy, and resolutely devoted himself to the only team of the only one who stayed in the veteran.

"Intellectual!" The centurion raised the flag of the army, pulled out the sword, and took the horse first: "Go forward!"

The silent Monta soldier once again rushed towards the street base like a tide.

There are tigers in front, and there are group wolves. I just dismantled the doors and windows at the heavens and the earth, moved furniture, and built the next street base riots. At this moment, I was at a loss.

Suddenly, someone screamed, jumped off the street base, threw away the weapons, and fled to the city.

Others also woke up like a dream, some slipped away with the robbery, and some wanted to fish again into the house.

Even those who did not escape on the spot were scared, and there was no excitement and arrogance that just repelled the garrison.

The subordinates of the black -faced man tried to maintain order, but once the defeat was opened, he could no longer curb it.

The riots gathered in St. Peter and St. John Street either seduced, wrapped, or incited, or simply just to vent the desires of the beast.

They seem to be a gathered wild bee and ant, obey instinct but irrational action.

The black -faced man also wanted to reverse the defeat, but he didn't send the order at all, because the rider had killed the battlefield like galloping.

The figure of the silver armor in the front rushed straight into the stone beach, splashing a series of sparks.

Nearly one person's tall river bank stopped his way to go, as if the insurmountable high wall.

I saw that the superb white horse of Shen Jun made a high -pitched hiss, rolled his four legs, and stretched suddenly, and he jumped up, standing lightly on the banks of the river.

Not to mention the riots behind the street base, that is, Colonel Burney and Lieutenant Colonel Thomas were also stunned.

"This ... I ..." Lieutenant Colonel Thomas widened his eyes and flushed his face.

When Colonel Berne heard this, he was angry and didn't fight. He was not good at talking about the Chinese school in public, so he ignored Tomas and turned to command the order: "Take the communication flag to contact the rider and tell them to send them to send them to send them to send them.

A person who can talk to. "

The order of the soldiers got the order, took the green dovetail flag, and Ce Ma Chi went to the street.

In contrast, the riots near the street barrier did not have the surplus of "pondering whether you can match".

Because after the silver -armored cavalry jumped into the river bank, it easily jumped over the barriers of the house along the river and rushed directly into the back of the street.

This time, like a tiger into the sheep, the silver armored cavalry was expelled and killed, and the vertical and horizontal murmured stirred the last order of the thugs.

The sound of gunfire sounded one after another, but the white horse was fast and dexterous, and the left flutter and right jumped.

There was another gunfire, the silver armor -Winteus glanced at the flashes of fire in the alley.

He suspended the continuous casting of partial oblique surgery, and shot two pilots in the general direction of the flame flame. Regardless of whether he hit the fate, he re -launched the slope, and drove the long wind to continue to hit.

There was a loud noise, and Berney's remaining veterans had blown up the burning roadblock and broke through the street barrier.

The rider that was thrown by Wintez also went ashore from the lower terrain, and the horse plus whip to the battlefield.

The militians from Beicheng District wielded the horse knife clumsyly, shouting "surrender to avoid death", and blocked St. Paulo Street from the rear.

Under the two sides, the riots who were still lingering just now, the next moment they rushed their heads, showing the essence of Wuhe people. They drilled into the alley secretly, and even jumped down the river to run away on the other side.

In a chaos, the four heavy armored cavalry cut through the long street regardless of everything, and rushed directly to the silver armor white horse cavalry.

"You're late." Wintes waved with a smile.

The head of the heavy armor -Father Kaman -jumped off the saddle in anger, and dragged Wintes, who was still greeted, and pressed on the ground.

"Don't you want to die?!" Kaman roared like a thunder: "Don't life?!"

Seeing someone was going to be beaten, the other three quickly pulled away the priest.

Charles helped to Winter: "Father Kaman means‘ what if there are wizards? ’? Oh, I think the priest says it actually makes sense, you have to consider it ..."

Although the other two guards did not speak, they also had three points of blame in their eyes.

Winter defeated, and sincerely apologized: "I will never do this next time, I promise."

Kaman, who was pulled by two guards, yelled and kicked: "Besides fucking?!"

Nympho

The north bank of the Rose River.

The black -faced man looked at the man who was arranged on the South Bank and was defeated by the wind and clouds, but helpless.

At the same time, the number of unknown infantry is roundabout from the upstream to the north bank.

The black -faced man took out a circular silver box and opened the lid and glanced at it.

Through the unique way of spreading, the news is quickly passed to all the hawks.

In a residential house on the shore, a swordman received an instructions from retreat, and suddenly the sword pierced to a unique man beside him.

The single man is a small and notorious pickpocket head in the old town of the steel castle. On the street base of the south bank, there are seven men.

After killing a lone man, the swordsman turned out the property of the man's arms, arranging everything as if he was unevenly split, and threw the torch to the corner, and quickly exited the house.

Similar things happened elsewhere at the same time. Clean up the connected people, and the swordsman moved to leave.

However, someone comes faster than they expected.

The rush and fast horseshoe echoed in the valley. The black -faced man stopped and listened. He found that the hoof sound was not from the west, but from the east!

To the east? The garrison outside the steel castle has no cavalry!

But the ears would not lie, and a small team of cavalry came from St. John Street to them.

By weighing the advantages and disadvantages, the black -faced man decisively abandoned the horse and fled into the courtyard of the residents on the roadside.

But the comer had already seen him, and he also saw the comer: the war horse with a long neck sprayed with heat, and a slightly arc horse knife flashed with a bleak blue light.

"Stand!"

The black -faced man ran into the yard without returning to the door, hit the door of the room, and rushed to the backyard.

The rider behind him was unexpected again, not to chase the easier prey, but did not hesitate to keep up with him.

Nympho

The south bank of the Rose River.

The riots who blocked the garrison into the city have been defeated, and the soldiers in front of them were demolished the street bases, flattened the fire house, and cleared the obstacles for the army marching.

"Don't waste time!" Colonel Burney waved his hand and pointed to the Rose River to order: "Since the miscellaneous shore is gone, then go directly to the river into the city."

"I am afraid it is not safe to go directly to the river." Lieutenant Lieutenant Thomas was cautious. He suggested: "Otherwise, you will send the workers to remove some wooden boards from the house and spread it on the ice?"

Colonel stared at the cavalry who pointed at the shadow in front: "Those guys dare to step on ice, what are we afraid of?"

Lieutenant Colonel is familiar with the temper of Colonel and knows that it can't fight.

However, he also has his own way of response. When convening the order of the action of a centurion in Changan, he stuffed the house dismantling and paved the wooden board in the command -as the main instructions.

Only after the centurion's chiefs were arranged to finish the task, the commander who sent to contact the strange cyclist returned, and followed the two armored riders. One of them was the "silver armor white horse" that leaped off the horse.

The Silver Cavalry galloped to Colonel Burney, neither disappeared nor picking a helmet, but just raised his hand to salute.

"Chief." He laughed and asked: "How about my cavalry?"

Monte officers present were stunned.

Colonel Burney's brows twisted tightly and slowly expanded.

The palm flag behind the colonel couldn't hold back. I just wanted to teach this rude guy, but the colonel first opened it.

"Your cavalry?" Colonel also asked with a smile.

"Yeah, mine."

Berne looked at the ride team who was re -assembling, and saw several familiar faces. He pointed at the ride: "Isn't it all steel casters?"

"The military sword is looking at the blade, the cavalry is will be." The silver armor replied: "They follow me, naturally my cavalry."

"Time!" Colonel Burney laughed, looking at the long wind, asking: "This is much better than the one you rode last time. How? This is you who want to send me?"

Lieutenant Colonel Thomas stood up in an instant.

"This is not enough, this is my warrior." Winter said quickly, "Other horses, any pick."

The long storm made a scream, it seemed to be dissatisfied with the saying of "loot".
To be continued...