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

Zhao Lang set out with people.

The girls were still laughing and laughing, in their opinion.

Just a group of people who had a great trip.

It's something they've never had in their life

When he just left the city, Heifu came over with a serious face and said,

"Sir, someone is following."

Zhao Lang looked at the team of cattle who were laughing from time to time behind him, a haze flashed between his eyebrows.

He knew the other party's goal.

"Go and tell everyone to go on alert."

It's part of the training, and the girls know what it means.

"Tell the driver again, don't cherish the strength of the cow, and speed up."

"Xiao Qi, Xiao Jiu, go with the girls."

"Let our car be at the end of the convoy."

After Zhao Lang's instructions, everyone took action.

Soon, the originally cheerful cattle team became quiet in an instant.

The speed of the team also became faster, and a tense atmosphere suddenly spread.

Zhao Lang felt more and more uncomfortable when he saw it.

Can't these people live a decent life?

The convoy drove fast all the way, but the people behind them have been following along unhurriedly.

They ride horses and want to catch up with the bullock cart with ease.

Zhao Lang knew that the other party was waiting for an opportunity.

When it was almost noon, the speed of the team slowed down significantly.

The cow is tired.

Zhao Lang knew that if the other party wanted to attack, it would be during this time.

At this time, Wang Li, who was in the same carriage as him, directly took out a short sword.

Zhao Lang said with a bit of apology,

"Sorry, I got you involved."

Wang Li smiled and said,

"It's all a family, you don't have to see outsiders."

After hearing about this yesterday, I secretly contacted my father, Wang Ben.

want to support.

But who knows, his father let someone bring him a sentence,

"Don't reveal your identity, rely on yourself."

He knew that Zhao Lang's identity must be weird.

Handing the dagger in his hand to Zhao Lang,

"You take this and use it first."

Zhao Lang looked at the short sword, but did not pick it up, saying,

"I don't know how to use a sword, take it yourself."

I feel a little regretful in my heart. I knew that I was proficient in sword selection. Where would I go to find a long spear at this time?

Wang Li said with a smile,

"Don't worry, I still have weapons."

After speaking, he took out a long gun that was about two meters from the side of the carriage.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, when did this thing come up?

Wang Li also showed a shy smile, saying yes,

"As a martial artist, it should be reasonable to carry a long spear with me."

In fact, this was what he had sent over last night, and then quietly hid in the car.

If it wasn't for the fear of being unable to explain it, he would have wanted to bring a few Qin crossbows over.

Zhao Lang clicked his lips and said,

"Reasonable, very reasonable."

"Give me this spear."

"Ok?"

Wang Li was stunned for a moment, and then said,

"Alang, it's not that I can't bear it, it's just that this spear is not so easy to control."

He was telling the truth, although the spear was one inch long, it was one inch stronger.

But if there is no long-term training, a long gun in the hands of ordinary people is not much better than a wooden club.

Zhao Lang insisted,

"Let me practice my hands, if it doesn't work, we'll change it."

Wang Li also had to say,

"Well, it's not easy to use it in the car, so you can take a gun and try it out of the car window."

"Slow down, don't hurt yourself."