"Big guy!" Ying Guang rushed to Dian Jun's side a few steps, stretched out his finger and put it on Dian Jun's neck. Feng Zhuang, who arrived, stopped quickly, held his breath, stared at Ying Guang's expression without moving.

"It's okay, I just fainted from exhaustion." Ying Guang put down his mind and asked the two to carry Dian Jun down for treatment.

The army of the army in the third game must have been absent, but fortunately, Fengzhuang is still there. As long as you win another game, it will be difficult for the Hosts Mansion to become famous in this Yuezhi Royal City.

After rectifying the military, Ying Guang led Fengzhuang and the eighteen old soldiers from the mansion into the venue. Because he didn't know what kind of team the other party would send, Ying Guang and others stopped shortly after walking away, leaving enough buffer zone for themselves.

"Woo--" Unlike the first two games, the third game had already sounded the horn of war before it even began. The atmosphere around suddenly changed, as if it made people be on a bloody battlefield, with a strong murderous aura hovering over the Colosseum, pressing heavily on the Qin army formation like a mountain, with a violent sense of suffocation filling the surroundings, making people feel desperate.

"Pa—Pa—" Ying Guang took the lead in knocking on the shield. The solid rhythm sootheed the restlessness of the soul. The sound gradually became connected. The Qin army around him was gasping for breath and the weapons hit the shield heavily.

"I'm Daqin!"

"Thousands of victories! Thousands of victories! Thousands of victories!"

The Qin people have never lacked passion. With a little guidance, the hot emotions will erupt like a volcano. The pressure brought by the horn has long disappeared. The Qin army climbed to the top with the rhythm of the knocking!

Ji Mutu's face changed slightly. A small team of only twenty people could develop such a momentum. The Qin army's bravery is indeed well-deserved. But in this third game, you will definitely lose. The most taboo for generals is to close their eyes and listen. The enemy and I don't know. The host's mansion has only infantry and only military formations. But in my Yuezhi royal city, if you want to say that the combat power is the strongest, it must be the cavalry. I have never said that I should use infantry to fight you! The Qin army's crossbow is a good thing, but in this royal city, if you dare to use it, I dare to rob it!

When Ying Guang heard the sound of horse hooves like thunder, he knew that he would let the Mutu set aside a stairs, and use steps to break the cavalry, bow, crossbow, big shield, and spear, but there were crossbows, but those self-protection weapons were the last resort. If Grum knew that he had this thing in his hand, he would definitely be confiscated. The big shield had only five sides, and the rest were round shields and battle swords.

What is the thing that rushed in front? Ying Guang now wants to curse at Yi Mutu. You sent two chariots against the twenty infantrymen who were incompletely equipped! The twelve archers followed behind! The reserved buffer land has become an excellent distance for the chariot to accelerate. The twelve archers seemed to be disdainful of shooting, and each of them fired arrows and arrows, and arrows were not far from the gap of the shield.

"Damn it! These twelve are all sharpshooters!" Feng Zhuang cursed with a shield.

"Protection!" Without Ying Guang shouting, everyone gathered together, five large shields faced forward, and the round shield protected both wings and the top of their heads. Even so, the cold arrow shot in through the gap still hurt the Qin soldiers in the shield formation. They probably did not hurt the vital points. After a few muffled groans, no one fell down.

The chariot in the distance had already raised speed, and the spearhead's spear tip aimed at the edge of the big shield. Such a small formation could not resist the spearhead's heavy blow. As long as the big shield fell, the Qin army, which was dispersed, could only be shot and killed by the sharpshooter riding on the horse!

"Lao Feng!" Ying Guang shouted sternly.

Feng Zhuang came to Ying Guang with a shield: "What are the general's instructions?"

"Your skills are the most wise here. I will try my best to maintain the formation. After contacting the chariot, I want you to seize the moment of intersecting and grab a chariot. Can you do it?"

"Don't worry, General!"

Seeing the chariot rushing in front of him, Ying Guang shouted: "Turn!"

The small formation quickly adjusted its direction, and the spear on the chariot did not hit the weak point on the edge of the big shield, but collided with the big shield head-on.

With a click, the spear stud broke, and the huge momentum shocked Qin Bing behind the shield to the face of gold paper, spitting blood in his mouth. One person behind him immediately supported the big shield and kept the formation intact.

The chariot was ineffective and was about to go back in circles to launch the next attack. Unexpectedly, the shield formation suddenly opened a gap. A big man grabbed the shaft of the chariot with one hand, raised his leg and jumped up. The archer next to him immediately aimed the bow and arrow at the enemy. Unexpectedly, the man grinned, his arm was pressed and his body slanted, and he smashed straight into the car. The archer shook his hand, and the arrow swung, and flew out with a whirlwind. The spearman immediately rushed up, but was hit by the bridge of his nose and fell down the car.

Ying Guang saw that Feng Zhuang had grabbed the chariot and was overjoyed. He turned around to deal with the second chariot, but found that the driver had learned his lesson and adjusted his direction and crashed directly into the front of the shield. If it hit him firmly, it would be inevitable that the chariot would overturn, but the Qin soldiers on the front would not know how much damage they would be.

"Scatter! Fight each other!" The two ends will take the least harm. Since the formation is not guaranteed, there is no need to make unnecessary losses. With Ying Guang's order, these old soldiers from Mo Lin camp rushed around quickly. When they approached the protective wall of the Colosseum, they could only face attacks in one direction.

The remaining chariot cut into butter like a hot knife, rushed into the military formation without any barrier. Ying Guang, in the middle, did not leave too far. He raised his hand and raised his shield to separate the spearman's attack, and inserted the sword into the wheel with his right hand.

The sharp blade made of bronze was twisted and deformed, but it did not break. The wheel on one side suddenly stopped, and the other side was still rotating rapidly. The entire chariot capsized instantly, and the three people on it flew out with their hands dancing.

Before Ying Guang could breathe a sigh of relief, his keen battlefield intuition reminded him that he was approaching in danger and quickly lowered his body. Two feather arrows brushed Ying Guang's helmet with the sound of breaking the wind. The sharp arrows drew a deep scar on the bronze helmet. Qin soldiers, who were fighting each other, waved the sword and shield desperately to block the arrows chasing their lives, but there were still two people pierced through their thighs and fell to the ground. The two of them gritted their teeth, clamped the ground with their fingers, and tried hard to crawl towards the robe next to them. There was already a small shield formation against the wall. Although they had injuries on their legs, they could still do something about holding the shield.

Unexpectedly, another feather arrow broke through the air and nailed the hand that was holding the ground into the ground. Qin Bing couldn't help but let out a scream, and then pressed the remaining sound deep in his throat. But then, feather arrows followed one after another, and they staggered the key points and shot deeply into the injured Qin Bing's arms and legs. The two Qin Bing's bodies were trembling, their lips were bitten by their teeth, and a muffled groan was squeezed out in their throats.

Qin soldiers in the shield formation next to him could no longer bear it. They rushed out and wanted to pull them into the formation. Unfortunately, they didn't run two steps and were shot in the thigh and fell heavily to the ground. Not far away, there were bursts of roars of Yuezhi's archer. Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net
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