Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

At this time, Erhei looked at the situation on the field. Except for the [-]-man team that was bombed just now, the [-]-man team in other directions moved again.

Moreover, the direct line elite of Goguryeo, which was originally a reserve force, has also been suppressed.

Seeing the Goguryeo rebels with their backs completely exposed, Erhei directly took out his weapon and held it high.

This meant preparing to attack, and the barbarians behind him raised their weapons one after another.

Seeing this scene, the messenger showed a smile on his face, ready to go back and report.

Just the next moment, his smile froze on his face.

Because Erhei's weapon had already pierced his heart.

Erhei raised the blood-stained weapon again, then swung it down fiercely, and roared loudly,

"For the gods! Attack!"

The barbarian cavalry behind him also roared loudly,

"For the gods!"

Four thousand Huren cavalry rushed towards the back of the Goguryeo rebellion like a tide!

Zhao Lang was not surprised to see the counterattack of the Goguryeo rebels.

Because the direct lethality of the explosion is not great.

It is possible that less than a thousand were killed, and the greater effect is deterrence.

Now there are more than 6 opponents, besieging a camp with only more than 1 people, in terms of numbers, it is still very advantageous.

But that's it.

Because he had already seen that Erhei rushed down with the cavalry.

Being attacked from behind by the cavalry, even the gods can't save it!

Under the combination of inside and outside, even 10 people will only end in collapse!

Zhao Lang was about to ask his team of small cavalry to help, but at this moment, a fast horse ran towards him, and there was a voice,

"King Zhao, I am the strategist Zhang Li!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhang Li who was getting closer, picked up his bow and arrow and shot!

In the next moment, Zhang Li was hit by an arrow and fell off the horse!

But even at this moment, Zhang Li seemed to be shouting something loudly,

"I'm equivalent to a person in the immortal way, you..."

Of course, Zhao Lang didn't care, and shot two more arrows.

Make sure the opponent is dead.

After all, Guiguzi said that if Zhang Li was killed, the Strategist would be obtained.

He originally thought that it would take some effort, but he never expected that the other party would actually deliver it to his door.

As for what the other party wanted to say to him, he didn't care at all.

Soon, Zhao Lang raised the Shapolang and said coldly,

"Not a single one!"

Chapter 535 People are killed, they will die

Chapter 535 If a person is killed, he will die

At this moment, in Zhao Lang's camp.

All of them were holding long guns, and stabbed desperately through the simple wooden fence.

There is no need to aim at all, because all the people outside are now.

The faces of the farmers who were still somewhat timid were already full of ferocity!

A farmer stabbed the spear in his hand into the stomach of a Goguryeo rebel outside the fence.

This is what the big dogs taught them.

This place is actually not that deadly, and the opponent will not die immediately.

However, this place is the softest, and their long spears will not be jammed by the enemy's ribs, which can save energy.

The blood flowed down the long gun, and then dripped with the hemp rope under the gun head, so that the blood would not flow to the gun body, lest the hand slip and hold it.

It's just that the hemp ropes are not very useful now, because there is too much blood!

Hearing the screams and howls of the Goguryeo rebels, the farmer did not feel the slightest pity in his heart.

They just want to farm well, why do these people come here to harm them! ?

The leader told them before that it wasn't that they wanted to fight!

But if these animals are not driven away, they will not be able to farm well!

If he can't farm the land, what about his little brats?

What about the mother-in-law's food and clothing?

These Goguryeo rebels also snatched their farmers and worked as slaves.

He lived a good life in Zhuangzi. The master planted the fields, and most of the harvest was his own, and the children still had books to read.

How many days have passed since this fairy-like good day?

Why suffer all this?

If these bastards don't let him have a good time, then don't even think about leaving here alive!

The farmer's belief is very firm. He knows that every shot he stabs is for his own son and his wife!

For the good days ahead!

What is so terrible about killing the enemy and sacrificing it?

The farmer roared again and stabbed the spear in his hand, as did his companions.