The moment he took off his gun clothes and exposed the sharp spear head, Zhang Wei on the horse's back narrowed his eyes and then straightened his back. His whole body was like an iron spear in his hand, silent and cold, like the north wind in Liangzhou.

It is everywhere and the coldness is caused by the swelling of the face.

Zhang Wei brought the gun in his hand, tied the reins to the saddle, and repositioned his feet in the stirrup, and then gently pulled the horse's buttocks with the gun bar.

The war horse sniffed, raised its head, shook its horse's hair, stepped out its four hooves, and began to run.

Zhang Wei looked straight ahead and stared at the cavalry slave holding the bow. He still held the gun in one hand and hid behind him.

The cavalry slave with his eyes facing each other, and the bow and arrow suddenly became panicked. It was not until his two companions started to kick the horse and accelerate, one forward and one backward, one left and one right, galloping towards Zhang Wei that he realized, pulled the bow suddenly, and then let go of the string.

"Buzz——" The bowstring vibrated, the feather arrow left the string, and rushed from the middle of the two knights, heading straight to Zhang Wei's face.

Zhang Wei leaned down and gently pulled the horse's buttocks with the gun again. The feather arrow flew two feet above his head. The war horse accelerated again, flew with four hooves, and kicked up countless grass-clad mud.

The cavalry swears secretly and draws the bow and shoots the arrow again. This time, he shoots two arrows in a row, shooting at Zhang Wei and the horses' chests.

His companion was less than ten steps away from Zhang Wei, and raised the long sword in his hand, kicked the horse and accelerated it, one left and one right, and hit it in a pinch.

The war horse ran at full speed, and its four hooves flew into the air.

Zhang Wei raised his gun, and the iron spear, which was 15 feet long, drew half a circle, knocked away the two arrows in front of him, and then pointed at the opponent on the left. Seeing that the situation was not good, the cavalry slave shouted loudly, waved his knife and slashed, while avoiding him sideways.

The swords and guns intersected, and with a crisp sound of "dang", sparks flew everywhere.

The gun body was like a python, and suddenly turned in one direction and stabbed towards another cavalry slave. The cavalry slave thought that Zhang Wei's first attack target was his companion, and it was a good opportunity to kill Zhang Wei with one knife. He held the knife in his right hand and exposed the empty door under his ribs, which was pierced by Zhang Wei.

"Puff!" The iron spear entered from the right rib and came out from the back, and blood shot out.

The riding slave was carried away from the horse's back, and his strength disappeared instantly, and his long sword fell to the ground, leaving nowhere.

Zhang Wei shook his wrist and threw the body of the cavalry slave out, then rushed towards the cavalry slave holding a bow and arrow. The cavalry slave was even more panicked when he saw Zhang Wei coming, and shot two arrows in vain.

Zhang Wei did not give him another chance. The war horse ran wildly and arrived in an instant. He raised his gun and took him down.

The gun was used to fight with his right hand, and Zhang Wei reached out to hold the reins of the horse, gradually slowed down, and then turned the horse's head.

The surviving cavalry slave also strangled his mount and was looking back. Seeing that both companions had been killed by Zhang Wei, he stood there in a daze, at a loss. He had heard of Zhang Wei's name and knew that this was a very strong opponent and did not dare to underestimate the enemy at all. Then the two of them attacked each other and arranged for a long-range cover by an archer.

But before they thought, they underestimated Zhang Wei's strength. In one round, he killed two of them.

The cavalry's palms were sweating and his arms were numb. He couldn't help but recall the past when he had just fought, and couldn't help but suspect that it was a coincidence. It was not that Zhang Wei killed his companion, but that he slashed Zhang Wei's iron spear, changed the direction of the spear, and happened to stab the companion.

It seems that this is the only explanation. His sword is very powerful, and no one can maintain stability and accurately stab the target in that situation.

The cavalry clenches his teeth and kicks the horse again to speed up.

Zhang Wei also started to speed up, still holding the gun in one hand. He didn't lift the spear until the horse head was incorrect, and then shot first, piercing through the breastplate of the cavalry slave with one shot.

"Pu!" The cavalry slave fell off his horse, struggled on the ground for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Blood gushed out, dyeing the weeds on the roadside red.

Zhang Wei did not look back. He slowly strangled his mount, lowered his head, looked at the iron spear in his hand, watched the blood slide down the snow-bright spear, and let out a sigh of relief, looking lonely.

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Half an hour later, Cao Miao caught up with Zhang Wei.

Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Cao Miao praised. "One against three can still win. Xiaoru, no wonder you can make a name for yourself in Yangshi."

Zhu Daba, who arrived in advance, smacked his lips. "Prince, Zhang Touer had never used this gun. He hit the Yangshi with his fists."

Cao Miao was surprised. "Is that true? We will try it one day."

Zhang Wei shook his hand repeatedly. "Prince, don't listen to Zhu Da's random talk. I can hide in Yangshi. It's my brothers who give me face. I really want to fight with my life. Even if I have eight lives, I will never be able to leave Yangshi alive."

Cao Miao laughed and did not continue the topic. "Was Wang Ji going east?"

Zhang Wei said: "The real capital of Luoyang Diannong Commander is east of Xingyang. When Xiahou Commander took office, he was eager to rectify the Shijia near Luoyang, but he still couldn't take care of it. Wang Ji must have planned to go there to join his old friends, hide for a while, and come back after the storm has passed."

Cao Miao chuckled twice, full of disdain. He understood Wang Ji's idea. Cao Xiu was defeated and the southeast was shocked. Cao Rui was temporarily unable to take into account the personal grudges between them, and would not stimulate the Yanzhou governor Wang Chang when he was so sensitive. Even if he wanted to ask, the relevant departments would give in on the grounds that there was insufficient evidence. After a while, this matter would be left alone. At most, the following documents will be compiled into the Assassin Longlou. In short, Wang Ji himself will not be involved.

If he really dies, he will die in vain. Even if his father Cao Zhi wants to avenge him, he will not find a legitimate reason. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. If he really has to wait for ten years, no one dares to say whether Cao Zhi himself is still there or not.

Unfortunately, I am not a gentleman, I am a villain. I am not only a villain, I am also a crazy person.

The villain takes revenge from morning to night. The madman takes revenge, and the emperor still cuts it down when he comes.

"Chasing, let Wang Ji not see the sun tomorrow." Cao Miao shouted.

Qingtao reminded: "Prince, there are riding slaves around Wang Ji who are good at riding and shooting, so put on armor."

"I don't need you to wear armor." Cao Miao rejected Qingtao's proposal. He did not think that the protagonist's halo was covered with invulnerable swords and guns, but was worried that wearing armor would affect flexibility. A set of iron armor weighed more than ten kilograms, and he asked himself that he could not move freely in iron armor.

He is different from Zhang Wei and others. Zhang Wei and others' martial arts are battlefield martial arts, and the grasp of strength and timing is the most important factor, and the requirements for flexibility are not very high. Life and death are a moment, and there is no possibility of changing moves. His martial arts are the martial arts of the field, suitable for private fights. Losing flexibility is equivalent to self-destruction.

"This is too dangerous. The rift arrow is not eye-catching. If you hurt the prince..."

"I have Ah Hu." Cao Miao patted Ah Hu on the shoulder. Ah Hu has developed very quickly in the past few months and is almost the same height as him. It should be fine to grow to more than eight feet in the future. After intensive training, his strength has grown amazingly. The thickened infantry giant tiles are as light as the cavalry shield in his hand.

Zhang Wei did not persuade him again. "Ahu, I will leave the prince's safety to you."
Chapter completed!