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

In the next moment, Zhao Lang had rushed towards them.

These people couldn't help being furious, one person dared to charge so many of them!

"go!"

Scarface said loudly at this time.

As long as you bring this method back, it doesn't matter what kind of reward you want.

The subordinates behind him were stunned for a moment, thinking that they had heard wrong.

But at this moment of bewilderment, countless wooden guns with iron tips suddenly protruded from the grass next to them, which was as tall as a person!

Caught off guard, several people fell down!

Suddenly there were screams,

Just as the opponent was about to fight back, Zhao Lang had already rammed him with a man and a horse.

boom!

A chaotic battle!

Cavalry, only those who run can show their true power.

Stopping in place and being attacked from bottom to top by spears is a living target!

"Hold on! None of them can be let go!"

Go to death shouted loudly, and then stabbed the spear in his hand into a man who was waving his weapon wildly on horseback.

The other party howled miserably in an instant, and blood flowed out from the wound.

He seemed to know that he was bound to die.

The opponent howled and threw the weapon in his hand towards Qu Si.

Thorn.

In an instant, there was a wound on the dead arm.

"what!"

Feeling the pain, I couldn't help but cry out even if I died.

This scene is being played out among all people.

Only this time, no one backs down.

Surround the enemy tightly.

Suddenly, flesh and blood flew across the small open space, turning it into a cruel fighting field.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already confronted the man with the scar with his Sha Po Lang.

when!

The weapons of the two interlaced, causing a burst of golden cries in the air.

The man with the scar felt the tremor from the weapon in his hand, and was horrified.

He didn't understand why this kid who didn't look half-old had such a domineering marksmanship!

"Let me go!"

The man with the scar said quickly,

"I can give you as much money as you want."

What answered him was another attack by Zhao Lang!

Seeing his subordinates fall one by one, the scarred man blocked Zhao Lang's attack again, and shouted,

"I am a subject of King Zhao! Do you want to be exterminated?"

In an instant, the opponent's offensive stalled.

The man with the scar thought it had worked, he felt relieved, and continued,

"My lord is King Zhao..."

puff.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lang's gun had already pierced his throat.

The man with the scar fell to the ground in disbelief.

Without a leader, the others were quickly strangled to death.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the sound of horseshoes sounded not far away again.

Others also rushed over.

Zhao Lang stood in front of these people covered in blood, pointed his spear, and shouted,

"I am Zhao Lang from Xianyang! Come up if you are not afraid of death!"

The few leaders looked at the corpses all over the ground, and the murderous spear array, and glanced at each other.

One of them said,

"I'm just passing by."

After speaking, he turned the horse's head.

Others didn't stay any longer and left quickly.

Only then did Zhao Lang say,

"Gather the wounded and leave quickly!"

No one noticed, not far away, a Qin Jun in plain clothes and a farmer also left quietly.

Qin Jun rushed all the way back to the gate of the city and told Zhang Han the information.

"You mean, he killed the leading cavalry now, and then drove off the others?"

Hearing the return, Zhang Han was a little surprised and said,