Wen Fei was embarrassed by Yang Jian's praise. In fact, he did not intend to copy ancient poems. However, it was really rare to explain this time. Moreover, Wen Fei had a little vanity after all, so he simply agreed.

At this moment, a whistle sounded, and the flying stone shot down like rain. No one expected that this place would encounter an attack at this time. You must know that this is the hinterland of the Song Dynasty!

"This is the whirlwind cannon of the Xixia people. Be careful, brothers, be careful..." Liu Guangshi roared loudly. With a shout, the commanders of his Western army, the Western army had already reacted to fighting with Xixia for many years, and they dismounted and used horses to block the flying stones.

The Xixia people lie on the mountains on both sides. Although the ancient road widened a lot, they could only pass one carriage. The entire team was pulled into a long snake formation that could not be looked at from the head to the tail, and could only be passively beaten under this flying stone.

Poor that the Qiang people were miserable. The reaction was slower and they were hit by flying stones. Many of them were directly hit and their heads were broken, with blood and broken hands and feet. The Xixia family was weak, but the manufacturing and research and development of total weapons not only had that kind of musket. It also had a small trench whirlwind cannon that could be mounted on the back of a double-peaked camel, which could throw flying stones as big as fists and dozens of them were thrown at once.

Such a powerful force is extremely amazing. The flying stone was smashed by this catapult. When it hits a person, it will be a serious injury at the very least. Fortunately, the accuracy of the whirlwind cannon is not high and it depends entirely on cover strikes. The Xixia people infiltrated the territory of the Song Dynasty and could not carry too many whirlwind cannons, otherwise they would be ambushed under such terrain, which would be a complete defeat.

In fact, almost all flying stones were concentrated near the carriage. The cavalry in front and behind did not receive any attacks, but was limited by the terrain and could not provide assistance at all.

Liu Guangshi reacted and shouted, "There are not many assassins coming from Xixia. Protect the Immortal Master!" He secretly called luck in his heart. Fortunately, the plants and trees withered in the middle of winter. If it were summer and autumn, just a fire was sent before and after, they could be burned to death in this ancient road.

The flying stones were like rain and smashed on the carriage. Originally, the carriage was pulled by four horses together, but they were attacked. One horse was hit by a flying stone with a fist on its head. It immediately neighed and was directly killed.

The other three horses who were pulling the cart were frightened and ran out. This was originally the most dangerous. But then the flying stones like rain hit the remaining horses, and the horses died one after another. The car was taken to the cliff and hit a large rock with a rumbling sound.

Wen Fei was thrown into great difficulty. Yang Jian's dead eunuch pressed heavily on Wen Fei's stomach and almost crushed Wen Fei to death.

After finally getting up, Wen Fei immediately fell down again. He now found the benefits of Yang Jian pressing on him. Fei Shi had smashed the carriage's carriage, and there were flying stones in from time to time. If he was caught, it would be at least a broken tendon and a broken bone. Yang Jian could at least use shields on the spot.

At this time, the Song army had already begun to counterattack. Even among the Western cavalry, the proportion of archers was extremely high. They even took out the magic weapon of the Song army, and targeted the Xixia people who were ambushing on the cliff and began to fight back.

There were few people from Xixia, and they were immediately shot so hard that they could not raise their heads. The whirlwind cannon had a slow launch speed and could not be continuously launched. It was suppressed by the Western Army's bows and arrows, and no more flying stones fell.

Wen Fei then got out of the carriage and felt very angry. His forehead hit the wall of the carriage, and the boss's bag was swollen, which greatly damaged his face of the demon-slaying Mr. Taoist.

If Wen Fei had a grenade in his hand at this time, Wen Fei would throw it out without hesitation. Even if his arm strength could not be thrown up the mountain, he had only a fake Jiuer, and he fired a round of bullets at the mountain. At this time, the Qiang people had already reacted and rushed up the mountain with a scream.

Liu Guangshi quickly led a few people to stand in front of Wen Fei and shouted: "Don't worry, Immortal Master, there are few people in Xixia, and we have suppressed them. They will be solved immediately!"

As he was speaking, a monk jumped down from the mountain and rushed towards him like an eagle. The cassock robe bulged against the wind, making a sound like wings. Poor Wen Fei was angry just now and shot all the bullets. At this time, he could only change the magazine in a hurry. The other Western troops reacted and shot at the monk with a whizzing rain of arrows.

Even during the pounce, the monk moved across the air with magical skills, avoiding most of the arrow rain. However, he was still shot out by a divine arm crossbow and cut through the cassock.

Liu Guangshi's pupils shrank and he shouted, "This is a master, be careful!" The iron-fetal bow in his hand suddenly filled up, and the iron arrow flew out, almost no worse than the divine arm crossbow.

At this time, the monk suddenly turned over in the air and stepped heavily on the ground. The entire ground seemed to have shaken, and everyone within three feet of the nearby area could not stand and fell backwards. Facing the iron arrow shot, the monk actually smiled, swept his hands like a palm-leaf fan, slapped the iron arrows like a mosquito.

Liu Guangshi's heart sank. He protected Wen Fei, but felt that this time was a bad luck. The monk laughed and said, "Mr. Dang Demon Assistant, Buddha has been famous for you for a long time. When I met today, it was indeed better to be famous than to meet! Last time you killed my disciple, you actually killed the young master of the Yeli family. What do you think I will treat you?" He smiled with a smile on his face, as if he was catching a mouse, and he was not afraid of Wen Fei's resistance at all.

Wen Fei sighed behind Liu Guangshi and said, "Do you know, how do protagonists like me always turn defeat into victory in front of those villains? It's because villains like you talk too much nonsense..."

Wen Fei said this inexplicably. Not to mention the Western Xia monk, even Liu Guangshi didn't understand a word. The monk was strange when he saw that a round of bullets were shot on the monk with Wen Fei's words.

The speed of this bullet was much faster than that of a bow and arrow, but what made Wen Fei almost pop out his eyes happened. The moment Wen Fei raised his muzzle, the monk felt great danger, and a cold current rushed directly from the tail bone to the back of his head.

His hair suddenly rose up, and his whole body rushed up like an eagle, rushing towards Wen Fei. But he was facing the bullets that were shot, and time seemed to have suddenly become slower. It was clear that the charming blood flowers bloomed on the monk's body.

Thank you brothers for being righteous and suppressing those bad guys...

I'm really sorry about the update. It's not that the author is unrighteous. There are terms and conditions for listing the shelves at the starting point. The collection is only at the bottom of the listing limit, but the number of words is about to cost 300,000. The author himself has always wanted to delay it until the end of August or early September. This way, he can add more free chapters of more than 100,000 words. So the update cannot be too fast, please forgive me... I didn't add updates to the evening.
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