The horse carried Han Qing and galloped down the hillside, shortening the distance between him and the man in black to less than three meters with a snap of his fingers.
"Ah ah ah -" Han Qing burst out a series of strange screams out of nervousness. However, he tightly grasped the gun barrel with both hands, and with the help of his horse's speed, he thrust the gun tip into the opponent's chest.
The man in black had far more combat experience than him. He decisively turned sideways to avoid it. Then, the blade turned over and swiped at Han Qing's neck with the speed of his horse.
"Ah ah ah -" Sitting on the saddle, it was inconvenient to dodge, so Han Qing screamed and raised the gun barrel in front of him.
The blade quickly passed over the black gun shaft, cutting a deep white scar.
Two horses that were accelerating relative to each other also passed each other. The man in black withdrew his sword and fired back. Han Qing turned around in panic and used the barrel of his gun to cover his body. Sweat dripped down his forehead and temples.
"Ka!" The blade came into contact with the gun barrel coated with lacquer again, and another white scar was cut. The distance between the two horses quickly widened, "My weapon is longer than yours!" Han Qing muttered silently in his heart, holding it with one hand.
The gun editor vigorously swept back.
"Bang!" The gun head made of fine steel caught up with the opponent from behind and hit him in the back of the head.
The opponent staggered and fell headfirst under the horse's back.
"Zhao Xiangzhu, Zhao Xiangzhu——"
"He killed Zhao Xiangzhu!"
"Kill him and avenge Zhao Xiangzhu!"
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Screams were heard one after another on the hillside. But Han Qing heard nothing. His eyes were wide and red, with beads of sweat on his head, and he continued to scream weirdly, "Ahhhhhh--"
At this moment, he didn't care to give any orders to his mount, so the mount could only continue rushing down the mountain.
There was another man in black, and the distance between him and him shortened to less than ten feet. Han Qing pointed his spear at the man's chest, and followed the same pattern, "His weapon is not as long as mine..."
The second man in black raised the steel knife and pointed it towards the gun barrel, but his strength was a little weak, and he could only push the gun point that was stabbing him half a foot away.
"Ah ah ah -" Han Qing found that the barrel of his gun was pushed sideways. He screamed and used his arms to exert force. He turned the blade back again. When his opponent tried to use the Tang Dao to sweep at him, he used the blade of the gun to
Stab the opponent in the abdomen.
"Pfft--" The spear tip made of fine steel used the speed of the war horse to accurately hit the target. It took the second man in black directly away from the horse's back.
The weapon in the man's hand fell to the ground, and he screamed pitifully.
The gun shaft in Han Qing's hand instantly turned into a bow shape due to the huge impact. His arm also felt painful and sore due to the reaction force from the gun shaft.
Before he had time to think about what to do next, the barrel of the gun suddenly bounced straight, throwing the body of the man in black half a foot away. Han Qing's vision quickly became clear, and two more men in black were close at hand.
Both sides had no time to pull out their horses to dodge, so they could only shout and confront each other. Han Qing relied on his weapon commander to attack first, and shot the man in black approaching him from the left.
The opponent learned the lesson from the first two accomplices, decisively threw away the stirrup, tilted his body to the outside of the mount, and hid in the stirrup!
The spear in Han Qing's hand immediately lost its target. There was no time to think about where the man in black had gone? He relied entirely on instinct, twisted on the horse, turned the gun tip from left to right, and used it as a big stick to sweep across
.
The man in black who rushed over to the right side of his body had already raised his Tang Dao high. When he found that the barrel of the gun was desperately aimed at him, he was worried that both Han Qing and Han Qing would lose in a fight, so he panicked and withdrew his sword to block, then turned around
Offense is defense.
"Bang!" The gun shaft was made up of multiple wooden strips, wrapped in Gebu and coated with several layers of lacquer. It was heavy and hard. With the speed of the war horse, it hit the upright sword, and immediately Black
The Tang Dao in the man's hand was knocked upside down and flew out, disappearing without a trace.
The two horses passed each other, and the distance was widened again. The fourth man in black had his hands free, lying on the saddle to avoid Han Qing's attack. Han Qing, on the other hand, twisted again, holding guns in both hands with one shot he had practiced countless times.
The dragon wags its tail.
It missed the man in black, but hit the butt of the horse on the other side's crotch. The poor horse let out a shrill scream, "Sigh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh —” and raised his front legs high, throwing the man in black on his back into the air.
Got the rolling gourd.
"Ahhhhhh-" Han Qing shouted at the top of his lungs, but he didn't feel any pain. He straightened his body on horseback, stabilized his spear, and stabbed the next man in black again.
When the distance between the two sides was slightly further, the man in black decisively turned his mount and refused to fight with him. Realizing that he could not hit this man no matter what, Han Qing screamed and adjusted the direction of his gun, aiming at the sixth man in black.
He rushed over. The other party evaded in a panic, but he shot him through the abdomen from the side.
His body was spattered with blood, and he didn't know which ones came from the enemy and which ones belonged to him. The arrow wounds on his body were painful. His eyes were turning black, and the top of his nose and between his eyes were numb due to excessive tension.
one slice.
However, Han Qing did not dare to stop and adjust her breathing.
He knew that if he stopped, he would definitely die.
So, he screamed strangely and ran to the next target, and before the opponent could fight back or dodge, he lifted the person off the horse. Then he turned the gun, used the gun as a stick, and swept with all his strength.
"Bang!" A dull voice sounded on the hillside, and another opponent was knocked off his horse with his weapon, and blood spurted from his mouth.
A man in black distanced himself and tried to shoot his mount with a bow and arrow again. However, his own mount was suddenly frightened for some reason, and he was violently thrown off the horse.
Another man in black rode past him, then turned his horse's head, trying to get behind him and use the mountain to rush down. However, his horse suddenly lost its stride and fell into the mountain stream beside the road with a scream.
A Tang knife struck his thigh from the side. Han Qing smashed the knife with the barrel of his gun, and then shot him again, smashing the opponent's head.
A spear pierced his lower abdomen, but he dodged it and caught it with his arm. Then, the spear in his hand also hit the opponent's neck.
Someone was unable to dodge, so he faced him head-on with a spear with a flat end. Han Qing refused to dodge, screaming and stabbing the opponent in the chest with the spear.
"Poof!" The spear pierced the opponent's sternum and knocked the opponent off his mount. But the opponent, for some unknown reason, made an unnecessary dodge at the critical moment, and the spear in his hand was pierced.
"Ahhhhhh-" Han Qing roared, threw away the body, and continued to move forward. However, he found that his eyes became empty, and there was no more pursuer.
The team of men in black was actually killed by him!
The war horse rushed down the hillside too fast. The man in black chased him too fast and didn't even bother to adjust his formation.
The men in black who had previously blocked his way were either killed by him or actively dodged. No one was willing to fight him desperately.
The strange screams suddenly stopped.
Han Qing held the gun with one hand and used the other hand to pull the reins of his mount, but he didn't know whether he should tighten it or not.
The rule in his memory was that if the two armies were fighting, he should quickly turn his mount around and charge back. However, if he did that, he would have to fight one against ten again, and still go up the hillside.
"Run, run quickly, don't stop -" a sharp female voice suddenly came from behind, making the decision for him.
Han Qing was stunned for a moment, then turned around in shock, only to find that Dou Rong was surrounded by three men in black on the mountainside. Her hair was disheveled and she was struggling to support herself with a horizontal knife.
This silly girl actually followed him.
This silly girl was actually blocked halfway up the mountain by the man in black and completely lost her speed!
Han Qing instantly understood why when he was fighting with the men in black just now, several men in black made unnecessary movements at critical moments, or suddenly lost control of their crotch mounts, and were stabbed by him.
Fall under the horse!
It was Dou Rong, who launched the flying knife in time behind him!
My stomach suddenly felt hot, and the blood all over my body boiled instantly.
Han Qing turned his mount around without hesitation and turned back, no matter how many enemy troops there were on the hillside at this moment!
"Kill him!" When a man in black saw Han Qing riding back, he immediately gave up the siege on Dou Rong and took the lead to gallop down the hillside.
"Ahhhhhh--" Han Qing roared and stabbed the opponent with his spear. The latter was condescending and slashed with his knife.
"Crack!" The tip of the gun collided with the blade, and sparks flew out. The steel knife flew up, and the man in black had his hands free and dodged in panic.
Where is it too late?
The gun tip was like lightning, and it pierced directly into his lower abdomen, lifting him up into the air, and blood fell all over the ground like raindrops.
Another man in black silently rushed down from the side and blocked the road with a gun. Han Qing walked against the hillside and could not speed up to throw the opponent away. He could only raise the spear and stab the opponent diagonally.
The mounts quickly closed the distance between the two sides, as if there was a tacit understanding. Han Qing and the man in black changed their moves at the same time, using the barrels of their guns to hit each other's barrels. The two spears collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound.
In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two parties was reduced to within five feet. The man in black held a gun in one hand, pulled out the Tang Dao from his waist and dragged it horizontally. He tried to use the running speed of the war horse to cut Han Qing in two.
Han Qing leaned up to dodge, exerted force on his waist, and turned the gun head. Holding the center of the gun barrel with both hands, he stabbed the gun sharply into the opponent's abdomen.
The opponent blocked with his sword and used the blade to push the gun point. The war horses crossed each other and the distance between the two sides quickly widened. Han Qing repeated his old trick and used the gun barrel to sweep back, but missed everything.
The opponent lowered his head on the saddle in advance and dodged the gun barrel that came from behind. However, he did not make any more counterattacks and allowed his mount to lead him down the hillside.
Han Qing didn't have time to worry about the opponent anymore, turned around, and rushed towards Dou Rong with a gun. The other two men in black who were attacking Dou Rong were worried about being stabbed by him, so they decisively gave up the victory that was close at hand and mobilized their mounts.
, work together to fight.
Han Qing stabbed him with a spear, but was blocked by the man in black on the left with a knife. He used both arms to push the blade away, and then shot him again, hitting the opponent in the chest.
Quickly turning around, he looked for the man in black on the right with his eyes, preparing to dodge the opponent's attack. However, he was shocked to find that the opponent rushed past him quickly, and the steel knife in his hand did not dare to attack him from the beginning to the end.
Hand out a penny.
"You go first! Don't be stupid!" Han Qing quickly looked away and shouted at Dou Rong, "Go to your uncle and I will wean you off!"
After that, he turned his mount for the second time, turned his body towards all the men in black on the hillside, and roared loudly, "Ahhhhh--"
His eyes were turning black, the wounds on his body hurt like knives, and the air in his chest seemed to be running out, making it unsustainable.
He knew that he had reached the end of his strength and would never be able to replicate his previous miracles again.
He only hoped that Dou Rong would understand what he meant and leave as soon as possible so as not to live up to his sacrifice.
However, behind him, there was a figure approaching him firmly.
"Let's go -" Han Qing was so angry that her eyes were about to burst, she turned her head and roared loudly again.
The girl shook her head stubbornly, then reached out to hold his shoulders.
This move was even more stupid, and it was equivalent to telling the man in black that he was no longer able to fight anymore.
Han Qing was so angry that his eyes turned black and he ignored the girl. He quickly turned his head to the hillside, held up his spear with both hands, and prepared for the final battle.
If you fight for one, you will earn money; if you fight for two, you will earn one.
The scene in front of him left him stunned.
There were clearly thirteen or four thieves in black, and if they launched another siege, they would be able to tear him and the girl apart with random blades.
However, the thieves in black turned their horses around one after another and fled as if they were swept away by the wind!
