martial arts accelerator

Chapter 196 Alley Dou (Thanks!~! for the 200 tip)

"one hundred."

"one hundred and fifty"

"Come on, we'll be halfway there soon."

Zhang Yong let out a long breath, raised his head and asked, "Old Qian, where are you going next?"

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Yong was a little curious, and went up to the roof with Meng Liang.

"what happened?"

Following Qian Sancai's gaze, banners were flying on the eaves of several houses.

Qian Sancai frowned: "Several teams have changed their routes."

"You turned several times in a row just now, you took a detour, right?"

Sun Lang will stare at the other party.

The guide smiled and replied: "Those roads have been inspected a bit strictly recently."

Sun Lang raised the knife and dropped the knife, separating the corpses on the spot.

The rest of the team did not change expression.

"Immediately send a message that there is something wrong with the group of Hongwuhui. After killing them on the spot, shoot arrows and let them meet at the intersection where they separated just now."

The subordinates beside him nodded, and then let out a loud and clear long chant. At the same time, with their right hand facing the sky, a sleeve arrow flew straight out with flames and a sharp sound.

With a "pop!" sound, the sleeve arrow was knocked down halfway.

Sun Lang will turn his head and look away.

"Xu Xingguo" on the eaves retracted and raised his hand.

Under the eaves, "Jin Cheng" drew his knife out of its sheath and ran quickly.

Sun Lang held three pieces of iron rods from his waist in his hands. As he stepped forward, the iron rods joined each other step by step. When he reached two feet in front of the opponent, the tip of the gun suddenly stuck out, and a wrought iron spear was already in his hand. .

Meng Liang swung his sword, and the blade drew dazzling sparks on the barrel of the gun, and then sliced ​​upwards along the iron rod.

Sun Lang moved his feet slightly, his wrists shook, and the spear danced flexibly in the narrow alley. Meng Liang was placed ten feet away, unable to enter any further.

Unable to enter, Meng Liang simply refused to enter, and after a few shots, he retreated lightly to the outside of the gun circle.

General Sun Lang had a solemn look on his face, his feet were strong, and his spear was as powerful as a strong wind and a huge wave, and he pressed hard.

However, Meng Liang's long sword was flying, and he stood firm in a corner, let you be blown by the wind and waves, and I will stand still.

He also said with appreciation on his face: "Good gun, good marksmanship."

Unable to attack for a long time, a drop of sweat fell from Sun Lang's forehead.

He couldn't force it from the front, but he could clearly hear the voice behind him.

In just three breaths, the twenty or so subordinates have been silent.

At his feet, a figure extended over.

In front of him, the knife wielder seemed to have no intention of attacking and looked behind him with a smile.

Sun Lang shook his head, twisted his waist, turned around, flipped the spear, and stabbed the carbine obliquely in one style.

"Whoo~"

The heat wave rolled over, and the tip of the gun seemed to be a little red.

In the field of vision, the spear landed in the air, and a finger pointed out from nowhere, gradually enlarged, and finally stopped between the eyebrows.

The storm calmed down.

Zhang Yong looked at the messy intersection. This time he intercepted halfway, and the people who cleaned up the scene hadn't had time to rush over.

Qian Sancai stuck his head out again.

"Don't worry about this side, many people are rushing here."

Zhang Yong raised his head and said, "Let's follow the original plan and break down team by team."

"Then go east first."

Zhang Yong and Zhang Yong didn't talk much. They followed Qian Sancai's instructions and ran in the alley.

"Turn south."

The two turned into the south side one after the other.

"Go further east, pass two intersections, and come after three breaths."

The two rushed forward, and before reaching the intersection, Zhang Yong jumped up and turned over to cross the fork.

Underneath, someone has already leaned out of the corner.

With a sharp turn in the air, Zhang Yong rushed towards the last eight people.

It seemed that the dark clouds covered the moonlight, making the alleyway a bit dark.

There were melodious sounds one after another.

A soldier listened intently, counting silently.

"Two, three, six, eight. Mr. Zhao, only the eleventh team responded."

"The eleventh team, where is General Sun Lang?"

"There has been no response since the warning was issued."

The soldier asked, "Do you want to send a message to the outside of the city?"

"No, three arrows have been knocked down just now, and the number is limited. Don't rush to shoot before you understand the situation."

Zhao Mo thought for a while and ordered: "Send the order and ask them to come over here. The enemy is well prepared. If they are spread out like this, they will be defeated one by one."

The soldier nodded, put his hand to his mouth, and made a strange note.

After Zhao Mo finished his confession, he looked at the guide beside him: "I think you are from Liangzhou City. I didn't expect that the disguise technique is so superb that even I didn't see any flaws."

The man rolled his eyes and kept scanning his surroundings.

The corner of Zhao Mo's mouth raised: "Don't worry, it's still useful to keep you, I won't kill you for the time being, but well."

In the horrified gaze of the leader, Zhao Mo stretched his hand towards his face.

The clouds opened and the moon was bright, and the laneway became clear again.

After solving the first team again, Zhang Yong went up to the eaves.

"How is the situation now?"

Qian Sancai climbed on the roof with an anxious expression on his face: "It's too dangerous. Five of the guides were killed and three were tied up. The rest let them slip away first. Now we can't know where the other side is."

Meng Liang leaned over and asked, "Why didn't you see anyone shooting arrows?"

Le Xinyan also fell aside: "Do you think we didn't do anything? We just knocked down two more, but now we are silent."

Qian Sancai went on to say: "Now that the opponent is in a mess, they will definitely not rush to send a message. Let's hurry to the next location, and before the opponent reacts, we can kill as many teams as possible."

"Wait a minute! The tone of voice seems to have changed."

After Zhang Yong prompted Meng Liang and others to listen carefully, they found that it was indeed significantly different from the long chant that had been lingering in their ears before.

"What does this mean?"

Qian Sancai shook his head: "I don't know, but someone is obviously giving new orders."

Zhang Yong thought for a while, then made a decision: "Let's chase after this sound."

Qian Sancai looked at him in surprise: "Are you sure? What if it's a trap?"

Zhang Yong affirmed: "No matter what the order is, killing the one who gave the order is definitely the most effective."

"Having said that."

Qian Sancai was a little hesitant: "Forget it, let's talk with the past first, and play by ear."

In order to hide their whereabouts, everyone can only approach from the ground under the command of Zhang Yong.

In the meantime, with the help of the sky and the earth, he intercepted and killed two teams again, and finally rushed to the street where the whistle was ringing.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Yong called everyone to stop, and dodged to hide in the dark.

After a while, a small team in front passed through.

Qian Sancai got closer and asked softly, "How is it?"

Zhang Yong looked around the corner: "Almost all the rest are gathered there, about 200 people."

Meng Liang asked, "Can you handle it?"

Zhang Yong shook his head: "The number of people is secondary. If we really want to take action, there are so many people, and their summons will definitely not be intercepted."

Le Xinyan said: "The opponent probably won't prepare too much for this kind of loud arrow. If you can get rid of the pawns summoned, it will be easier for you to shoot."

Qian Sancai sighed: "It seems that we can only find a way to break them up again."

　It’s only one chapter, and I have something to go out tomorrow, maybe it’s just a palm. I’m not good at the content during this period, so I wrote it very slowly. Next week should be over, and then I will hurry up and finish the book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)