The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

The scarred man looked at the ground a little dull, his second brother's head that opened his mouth and couldn't stop rolling.

It seems that even when he died, he didn't think clearly why he was killed when he had the upper hand.

The scarred man didn't figure it out either.

He subconsciously looked at Zhao Lang's feet, he wanted to know, how can people stand up out of thin air!

Of course one cannot stand up out of thin air.

So he saw something under Zhao Lang's feet, supporting him.

"I see."

The scarred man suddenly realized, too, if he wanted to stand up, he would just put a board under his feet.

Such a simple truth, why has no one thought of it.

If he also uses this method, then their cavalry's combat power can be greatly improved immediately!

Thinking of this, the Scarred Man's heart suddenly became hot!

But soon, he felt a chill.

When he raised his head, he saw Zhao Lang was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.

The next moment, Zhao Lang was already charging towards them.

These people couldn't help but burst into anger, how dare one person charge against so many of them!

"go!"

Scarface said loudly at this time.

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

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

But at this stunned time, countless wooden spears with iron spear heads suddenly stretched out from the grass next to them as tall as one person!

Unpredictable, several people fell!

Suddenly there were screams all over the place,

The opponent was just about to counterattack, but Zhao Lang had already rammed over him.

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 a long spear is a living target!

"Stop! You can't let one go!"

Die shouted loudly, and then stabbed the long spear in his hand into a man who was swinging his weapon on horseback.

The other party screamed miserably in an instant, and blood flowed out of the wound.

He seemed to know that he would definitely die.

The other party howled and threw the weapon in his hand towards Death.

Thorn.

There was an instant wound on the dead arm.

"what!"

Feeling the pain, I couldn't help crying out when I died.

This scene played out among everyone.

Only this time, no one backed down.

Encircled the enemy tightly.

In the small open space, flesh and blood suddenly flew, turning into a cruel battlefield.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already taken the slaying wolf and confronted the scarred man.

when!

The two men's weapons intertwined, causing a golden sound in the air.

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

He doesn't understand, why this boy who looks only half the size has such domineering marksmanship!

"Let me go!"

The scarred man said quickly,

"As much money as you want, I can give it to you."

The answer to him was another attack by Zhao Lang!

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

"I am a servant of King Zhao! Do you want to be exterminated by the nine clans?"

In an instant, the opponent's offensive stagnated.

The scarred man thought it had an effect, so he felt relieved, and continued to say,

"My lord is King Zhao..."

Poof.

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Lang's gun had already pierced his throat.

The scarred man fell to the ground in disbelief.

Without the leader, the others were quickly strangled.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the sound of horse hooves resounded not far away.

Others also rushed over.

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

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

The group of people at the head looked at the corpses all over the ground, and the murderous spear formation, and looked at each other.

One of them said,

"I'm just passing by."

After speaking, he turned the horse's head.

The others stopped staying and left quickly.

Zhao Lang said at this time,

"Gather the wounded and leave quickly!"

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

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

"You mean, he has now killed a team of horses headed by him, and then drank the others back?"

Hearing the return, Zhang Han said with a little surprise,

"This person actually knows some martial arts?"

"Is their entry documents available?"

Soon, someone brought the documents over.

Zhang Han looked at the information recorded on the bamboo slip and said with a smile,

"It's actually the businessman who runs the salt farm? Hmph, I've heard about the salt farm. It's not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. It depends on how he responds to the battle between the big clans."

"If you deal with it well, this general doesn't mind bringing him under his command."

"Xianyang Zhao Lang, very good, this general has written it down."

Zhang Han put away the bamboo slips and didn't ask any more questions.

There are so many talents in the world, if the opponent can't break the game~www.NovelMTL.com~ then he is not worthy of his solicitation.

It's like he himself, who thinks he is brave and a general, is not trapped in this small city?

On the other side, the farmer ran all the way back to a dilapidated farm.

The farm is not big, and there are a lot of people in it. Fortunately, it is well organized and not cluttered.

As soon as he entered the farm, he shouted loudly,

"Saint! I'm back!"

Before he finished speaking, a group of people gathered around, headed by a very beautiful woman.

"What's the situation? Where are the traffickers now? We'll save people after dark."

The peasants returned,

"Saint, something is wrong, do you remember the trafficker who didn't force anyone?"

The saint nodded. When she went to save people last night, none of the traffickers spoke ill of him.

This is the first time she has encountered such a situation.

"This morning, other traffickers fought with him!"

The saint immediately frowned,

"Sure enough, good people don't get rewarded. I finally met a trafficker who didn't do evil, but was besieged by others."

"What was the result?"

The peasant said with a bit of shock,

"That man brought a group of baby soldiers. I thought it would be impossible, but I didn't expect that he actually wiped out the group of cavalry."

"Later when the others arrived, the man yelled and drank them back."

"I still remember what he said, I am Zhao Lang of Xianyang! Come up if you are not afraid of death!"

"Tsk tsk, that scene was extremely powerful."

The farmer wanted to continue to brag a few words, after all, this kind of thing is rare.

However, he found that the saint next to him had already stood there in a daze.

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