Shi Deguang screamed and covered his face, blood flowed out through his fingers, and the war horse jumped and neighed, throwing him down.

Pei Qing's horse was injured by the explosion and was also shocked and ran around. He felt severe pain in his legs, but he didn't care and just controlled the horse hard.

In the small open space in front of the mountain gate, people shouted and neighed, and were chaotic by the sudden attack.

Two explosions rang out one after another, further exacerbating the chaos of the scene.

Meng Jiucheng grabbed the big gun, shouted and cheered up his courage, and rushed out with four subordinates. After a few steps, Qiao E, who often ran and hunted in the mountains and forests, had surpassed him, and rushed forward with a mace, and smashed the soldiers who were shouting and slamming down with a stick.

A figure passed over Meng Jiucheng again, and the flower gun shook and pierced into the belly of a rioter who was injured by the explosion. The red tassel flashed and pulled out again with blood.

Blood splattered, and it was particularly eye-catching in the white snow. Meng Jiucheng saw Mu Yi killing someone, but the fear in his heart disappeared. He felt a stream of heat hitting his head, secreting adrenal hormones, and also wanted to find a channel to vent.

"Kill!" Meng Jiucheng made a move to the snake out of the hole, holding his hand almost at the end of the gun, launching the longest-distance attack.

The soldiers used their swords to block it, but they felt that the power of the gun was heavy, so they couldn't pull it out. In a daze, the tip of the gun had already pierced into their chests, and a cold feeling spread in the severe pain.

"Get out of your mother." Meng Jiucheng cursed loudly and pulled out the gun. This loud scolding suppressed the discomfort of killing for the first time.

In a short while, the battle between 11 and 5 has become 2 to 5.

Although the gunpowder tank was quite loud, the power of the debris was not as powerful as iron. It was not directly killed, but it only injured seven or eight people. But the most important thing was that it shocked the war horses, created chaos, and blinded the riots. In a hurry, it could not organize effective resistance.

Meng Jiucheng was surprised and had a fierce attack. Mu Yi and Qiao E each killed two consecutive times, and the rest also opened records. Even Da Chou stabbed a wounded soldier to death, and the wooden gun in his hand was replaced with the standard spear in the army.

Two other soldiers were riding on frightened horses and running down the mountain along the mountain path. They couldn't run too fast to go down the mountain, and were covered with snow. The two frightened horses fell off their feet and fell down the two frightened soldiers into the ditch.

"Helping!" Pei Qing is worthy of being an old officer with great riding skills. He actually controlled his mount, raised his mace, and rushed over.

The newborn calf of Da Chou, who was not sure about the depth, even held up the spear in his hand, and did not dodge or avoid it, and went up to meet him.

"Hmph!" Pei Qing gritted his teeth hard, clamping his horse's belly with his legs, making him faster.

The ancient cavalry was like tanks in later generations. People borrowed horsepower and horses helped human power. Not to mention the thorns of weapons, they would even break their bones and tendons when hit by a galloping horse.

"I'll fight!" After a loud shout, Pei Qing looked at the six directions and saw weapons attacking him, and hurriedly used his gun to parry it.

With a bang, Meng Jiucheng was eager to save his friend. He swung the gun as a stick and smashed it hard. The weapons intersected and made a loud noise. Pei Qing only felt that his strength was surprisingly strong, and half of his arms were numb.

After barely controlling the horse and running slanted, Pei Qing staggered the big coward in front of him, rushed to the mountain gate and turned around, taking a deep breath, adjusting.

"Ah!" screamed, Mu Yi and his daughter cooperated with both guns, blocked and stabbed, and treated the last rioter.

The wind blew gently, and the snowflakes had already become sparse and were about to stop soon. The snow on the ground was more than an inch thick, and when it stepped on it, it made a "crunching" sound.

With the "crunching" sound, Meng Jiucheng threw down the broken gun, picked up a spear, and slowly surrounded everyone, blocking Pei Qing at the mountain gate.

With the bright snow light, Pei Qing looked around the enemies. They were all dressed in a mess, showing that they were ordinary people, including two young men and two like women.

What's going on? Pei Qing never dreamed of this happening, and he still couldn't believe that what happened was the facts.

Squinted his eyes, Pei Qing turned over and got off the horse, thrust his mace, and shouted in a deep voice: "Rat, who dares to fight someone? Duh, come together!"

"It's this kind of virtue! Why are you a good man? Killing innocent people who are unarmed and like animals. Everyone goes together to kill this bastard. Maid is Mai Qiao, and you throw away the fake one." Meng Jiucheng sneered or coldly stared at Pei Qing.

Time was short, and Meng Jiucheng quickly understood Pei Qing's cunning thoughts. The open space was too small, and he couldn't drive away the horse. He was surrounded by everyone. He wanted to take care of people above and horse below. It was better to fight in the foot. He knew that it was difficult to defeat everyone, but he still pretended to be a tough guy, and he was inciting everyone to fight alone inside and outside. Maybe he had a chance to escape!

Hearing Meng Jiucheng's words, Pei Qing's face changed slightly, staring at this tall baby face, so agile and wise, and at such an age, it's really not easy.

Qiao E stared at the mace in Pei Qing's hand. This guy looked so domineering, much better than his counterfeit goods. Hum? What is counterfeit goods?

"Go!" Meng Jiucheng raised his spear in his hand and stepped forward slowly. Everyone raised their weapons and slowly rushed in.

Pei Qing gritted his teeth, but his heart sank. But the trapped beasts were still fighting, and now, he can only grab someone before he dies.

Huh, the wind was bad behind his head. Pei Qing hurriedly dodged, and half of the brick was thrown out by Sanming from the mountain gate, almost hitting his head.

If he failed, Sanming was indignant and smashed it one after another. He killed the enemy and made achievements, but he did nothing and was just talking.

Pei Qing was furious, shouted angrily, and rushed forward, trying to avoid this unfavorable place where he was attacked from both sides.

Meng Jiucheng faced the situation head-on, but his strength was stronger than his opponent, and he had teammates next to him, so he felt very confident.

Qiao E swung the counterfeit goods and hugged her head, and Mu Yi and his daughter also stabbed them with guns.

With a bang, Pei Qing parried and resisted, and the weapons and Qiao E's violent collision were together. This time it was even more powerful than Meng Jiucheng's smash. Pei Qing's mouth burst, his arms were weak, and he moved slowly in his armor, and he could no longer avoid the attack of other weapons.

Puff, puff, puff, Meng Jiucheng and the Mu family's guns pierced Pei Qing's body one after another, and blood spurted out from Pei Qing's mouth.

The tips of the three guns were thrust out, and the wounds splashed with gorgeous blood. Pei Qing opened his eyes wide, and even said a word of the last words before his death, he fell into the snow.

General, dressed like five or six people, looks very majestic, and is so terrifying.

Meng Jiucheng exhaled a thick white mist from his mouth, looking at the people next to him, with complex expressions.

Qiao E took a few steps forward, picked up Pei Qing's mace, chuckled, and ran to pull Pei Qing's war horse.
Chapter completed!