Your Highness: Your concubine is lying down - Chapter 677
Behind him, two soldiers came running to Zhang Cong’s body. They chopped Zhang Cong to death with a machete. Then they cut off their heads, carried a rope through their ears and went back to hang lanterns under the banner of barbarians to humiliate the soldiers in the Central Plains.
The Grand Marshal was so angry that he pointed at the barbarian black Lama with his hand: “which one will go down and chop this arrogant barbarian down for me?”
Mo Yu is slightly stunned, grabs Zhang Cong’s brother and raises his hand: “I’ll go. I’ve just come to the two armies, but I haven’t made any contribution. Brother Zhang is angry. It’s not suitable to leave the station. I’ll help him kill the Lama to vent his anger.”
The Grand Marshal deliberated with the centurions and nodded one after another.
Zhang Cong’s brother came over, took off his helmet, put it on Mo Yu’s head, and hit him in the chest: “you’ve avenged my brother’s revenge for him. You and I will be brothers from now on.”
“OK, just wait. Drag that garbage back to feed the dog.”
“Good.”
“Kill
“Kill
“Kill
One by one, the soldiers stopped at the ground with long guns, making a loud killing sound.
These soldiers fight in front of the two armies all the year round, but sometimes they are not as good as the fighting tactics of the villains. Mo Yu looks at them and sighs in her heart. She turns back to clasp with her colleagues. This makes fat man pull his horse, ride up and down the city wall, and wear 500 soldiers himself. He can’t bear to ask the barbarians of the enemy for an explanation. These people have their own families and can’t go back, Only in the frontier fortress where the rabbits don’t shit, they will go home to farm and work with their wives and children.
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
The gun rang three times, the city gate slowly opened, the hanging bridge on the moat outside was put down, Mo Yu ran out on the horse, followed by 500 strong soldiers.
The black Lama was sure that someone would come out for revenge. Both the people from Central Plains and Northern China were human beings. They all had brothers and sisters who paid attention to friendship in arms. When he saw a young man holding a red tassel gun in his hand, he looked up and down at Moyu with disdain. When the other side was only about 100 meters away from him, he said with a smile: “here comes another one to die. The immortal ghost of our vanguard is here, Give me your name. ”
Mo Yu didn’t yell at me, but shook her head and said with a smile, “no need.”
“Why?”
“You don’t deserve it.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
The black Lama roared and roared, riding towards Moyu. The distance of one hundred meters was more than ten seconds. The black horse under him even waited to kick the horse under Moyu. The two men and horses fought together.
On the wall, everyone shook his head slightly. This Moyu is also a guy who doesn’t know the routine. Of course, fighting should be orderly. How can he steal peaches with monkeys.
“Well, what’s the point?”
“That’s right. How can you touch someone’s horse ass?”
“No, go down and help each other.”
“Wait a minute. The newcomer should teach her a lesson and let him suffer some losses.”
On one side, Pei Sili’s old father was worried. Although he was no longer in the official position, he saved himself and his grandson yesterday. Why can’t he just… Eh?
Suddenly, the black Lama’s horse seemed to be out of strength and turned green after two convulsions. Unexpectedly, he fell down and got a dog to chew the black Lama. When he got up, he looked for his machete and found that he was pressed by the horse’s belly. He saw Moyu rushing over and ran away.
At the same time, three people rushed to the opposite camp. Two barbarians who had a good relationship with the black Lama and one of his biological brothers rushed to rescue them.
Mo Yu shook her head and looked at the black Lama’s back with a smile: “it’s too late to build a building. Who let you only have two legs? Ask your mother in the next life. Go –”
When he untied his belt, he breathed on it like Liu Wen once did. The belt fell to the ground like a snake and crawled quickly. He caught up with the black Lama and tied his legs and dragged him on.
At this scene, many people on the wall frowned, and some people disdained: “is this completely the trick of street hooligans?”
“Yes, it’s too cold.”
“If I use it too, it must be more skillful than he does.”
Marshal Leng hum, patted the armrest of his chair: “hum, it’s easy for you to talk about it. I’m afraid that by then, you will have been confused by the war. What we should pay attention to when facing the enemy is a clear mind. What’s more, your cultivation must be higher than that of the black Lama?”
“Yes, what the Grand Marshal said is that the black Lama is the ultimate bandit. It’s hard to deal with him?”
“But I was in the early days of Mahayana, and I restrained him.”
“When you meet the ultimate barbarian warrior in Mahayana, isn’t that spell out of order?”
“Er…”
At the bottom of the gate, someone heard Mo Yu’s cry and ran out with a long knife and a short knife. The long knife cut the black Lama’s calf twice to prevent him from running away. After cutting off his leg, he cut off his hamstring with a knife. Because he wanted to live after listening to Mo Yu’s rebuke, he didn’t cut off his head directly.
The soldier runs back with the disabled black Lama. To the three people who come back in front of him, Mo Yu smiles brightly: “it’s late. I’ve gone back to make dog food.”
“Take my life for granted”
Mo Yu raised the red tassel gun and dozed off the other side’s long knife: “can’t you give me your surname?”
“Death”
“You don’t have that ability.”
Mo Yu said and laughed, a pure breath spurted out in front of him, forming a shield to protect himself and the horse. Outside, the weapons of the three people were like raindrops. Unfortunately, they were useless and didn’t break the defense at all.
On the wall of the city, a certain commander was surprised, “Oh, no, there is a vulture on the left side of the black Lama brother. This man is Mahayana cultivation. Moyu is in danger.”
“It seems nothing, Lao Wan. What’s that man’s accomplishments? Are you sure it’s Mahayana
“That’s right. Five years ago, when we met in Changping, this man was already in the early cultivation of Mahayana. I was hurt a lot that time. Now my right shoulder is still in pain on a rainy night.”
“Look.”
The crowd looked along someone’s finger, but saw Mo Yu digging her nose and ears in the shield. He laughed and did not hide at all. The other three attacked more than 100 times. Suddenly, the opposite Gong rang. The marshal of the other side was ordering the three to withdraw. It must be that they were invincible and their lives were in danger.
On the other side, the three men were sweating. They woke up at this moment and turned their horse’s head to flee. Behind them, Moyu’s red tassel gun blew: “can you escape?”
The long gun is like a rainbow shooting at the sun. A red awn flies out, pierces one’s back, carries him back, throws him under the Central Plains wall, and immediately a soldier goes up to chop and kill him.
Mo Yu is now empty handed, patting the horse’s head. The horse under him has been domesticated by him. As soon as he steps on the ground with one hoof, a bulge suddenly appears on the ground in front of the rushing black Lama brothers. The ground is condensed into a huge palm. The local hand holds the man and holds him together with the horses. He is scared to throw him towards the moat of the Central Plains city wall 200 meters away.
The figures and horses fly, and are thrown into the moat by the powerful force. The crocodiles that have been cultivated in the moat for many years rush on and eat them.