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Chapter three hundred and nineteen encounter

Situ, the imperial guards of the Ming Dynasty, chose not to fight back, but instead sprinkled caltrops on the spot. This caltrops were originally used to deal with horses. There were thorns on all sides. As long as you threw them down, there would be a spike that rushed up. No matter whether you were a horse's hooves or a human foot, as long as you stepped on it, it would be a big penetration injury, and you would lose your combat power. You can't even walk away. Do you still want to fight? Especially in the darkness, this thing is even more sinister, and many Oirat soldiers have been damaged on this inconspicuous little thing.

Generally speaking, as long as the caltrop is released, the pursuers behind will soon stop chasing. The Oirats are not stupid. They know that the troops who can carry these things are not easy to meet. In particular, the screams of the vanguards have a particularly warning effect. The retreating troops can not only know that the hidden weapon they put in has taken effect, but also judge the distance between the two sides based on the other party's call.

But this guy who tried every time lost the effect in the Great Bazaar today. Judging from time, the other party should have been hit, but no sound came. No one could endure the blow of the foot without any defense. The lack of sound was only one reason. The other party completely avoided these caltrops.

At the expected time, no echo was heard. Situ and Zhao Jinlong looked at each other. It was bad. The opponent they met this time seemed unusual. There was nothing wrong with it. The soldiers came to block the water and soil, and they were originally aimed at the masters of the opponent. Killing ordinary big-headed soldiers was really not enough for the elite guards of the Ming Dynasty.

But the situation has changed now. There is a princess of Hel in the team. If calculated based on the source of this war, Danmugulan can be said to be the reason for everything. Ola is faster than to catch it. Moreover, from the perspective of the situation, Danmugulan must not be allowed to fall into the hands of the Ola people. It can even be said that she can die on the spot, but she must not fall into the hands of the Ola people. This person who has no loss will change the situation of the entire team.

Situ and Zhao Jinlong were having a quick discussion, and Zhao Jinlong said:

"Brother, take the princess with you and give half of your people, and I bring half of you to snipe you. Don't worry, with us here, you will definitely delay enough time."

"No, they are all brothers who come together. If you want to leave, you have to go together!"

"Stop being stubborn, brother, it's not that time now. The girl comes to you. If you don't leave, she won't leave."

Situ glanced at Danmugulan and made a point of heart:

"Brother, Situ and our brothers have been born and died for so long. I know what the brother means, but I let me take her away by myself. I can't do such a thing. Why are we here? Isn't it just to gain some advantages for this battle and delay enough time so that everyone can go home? Then why don't we just turn around and fight against our opponents, eat them, and then we go back together."

“This will be risky,”

"There is no risk. The one Ola wants to capture Hur's princess, but there are no princesses here, only warriors, right?"

The last sentence was asked about Danmu Gulan, and the girl gritted her teeth and replied:

"Yes, there is no princess of Hull here. Some of them are warriors of Hull. My name is Dangu. Dangu is a archer and a warrior."

Zhao Jinlong smiled bitterly, "It's all about stubborn ideas. Why are you trying your best at this time? You're young now."

Since he had made up his mind, Zhao Jinlong and Situ stopped arguing. Knowing that the pursuers were behind him, time was tight, the preparation team was in a fan-shaped defensive formation, with the front row holding the spear, and the crossbowmen preparing to attack in the back row. As an archer, Danmu Gulan was arranged at the end. The entire team was like an open bow and arrow, waiting for the opponent to come.

After a few moments, the Moon tribe had arrived. The moon tribes were covered with black leather armor, with plain hair behind them, and black paint on their faces. With flexible movements, it seemed that they merged with the darkness in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish their individuals. The only thing that could clearly indicate their identity was the hook claws and fist blades they used.

Unlike the traditional Oirat troops who are good at using sabers, the Yuemen likes to use a special weapon to fight. On the left hand, there are a hook claw with a long arm hoop, with four claws extending from the wrist, while on the right hand, it is a fist blade, which is not very long but very wide and thick, can be stabbed directly and can be slashed.

Few people use these two strange weapons. The hook claws on the left hand can not only catch but also lock the opponent's weapons. At the same time, its metal arm hoop can also be used as a shield. The fist blade on the right hand can assassinate and kill, and the action is very fast, which is very suitable for close combat in a narrow space.

Looking at the opponent's weapons, Zhao Jinlong and Situ knew that today they met a hard-handed character. Ordinary Oirat soldiers would never wear such non-standard weapons. Just like the double spears used by these guards, the troops that can distribute special weapons will definitely be difficult to deal with, and the two sides will be in a roundabout way.

The opposite Yue team did not rush to attack, and lined up into a compact square formation, constantly changing the position of the front row, slowly pressing towards Situ and others. Situ and others were also waiting, waiting for the other party to enter the best range of their crossbow. Seeing that the other party had entered the best range, Zhao Jinlong shouted:

"put!"

The crossbows in the back row and the bows and arrows of Danmu Gulan instantly filled the small space in front of him. There was no way to hide in this rain of arrows. Situ could already see that the soldiers in the front row of the opponent would be killed or injured.

Just as Zhao Jinlong shouted and shot, the soldiers in the front row of the opponent suddenly turned around, and a huge curtain-like thing behind him spread out, covering the entire team like a wall that suddenly appeared.
Chapter completed!
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