Chapter 115: I Am Zhao Lang From Xianyang!

The man with the scar stared blankly at the ground, his second brother's head, which was staring and opening its mouth, couldn't stop rolling.

It seems that until he died, he didn't think clearly why he was killed by someone who clearly had the upper hand.

The man with the scar didn't figure it out either.

He subconsciously looked at Zhao Lang's feet, he wanted to know, how can a person stand up from nothing!

Of course one cannot stand up out of thin air.

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

"I see."

The man with the scar suddenly realized, yes, if he wants to stand up, he just needs to 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 improved a lot in no time!

Thinking of this, the man with the scar suddenly felt hot in his heart!

But soon, he felt a chill.

Looking up, Zhao Lang was looking at him with a half-smile.

In the next moment, Zhao Lang had rushed towards them.

These people couldn't help being furious, one person dared to charge so many of them!

"Walk!"

Scarface said loudly at this time.

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

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

But at this moment of bewilderment, countless wooden guns with iron tips suddenly protruded from the grass next to them, which was as tall as a person!

Caught off guard, several people fell down!

Suddenly there were screams,

Just as the opponent was about to fight back, Zhao Lang had already rammed him with a man and a horse.

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 spears is a living target!

"Hold on! None of them can be let go!"

Go to death shouted loudly, and then stabbed the spear in his hand into a man who was waving his weapon wildly on horseback.

The other party howled miserably in an instant, and blood flowed out from the wound.

He seemed to know that he was bound to die.

The opponent howled and threw the weapon in his hand towards Qu Si.

Thorn.

In an instant, there was a wound on the dead arm.

"what!"

Feeling the pain, I couldn't help but cry out even if I died.

This scene is being played out among all people.

Only this time, no one backs down.

Surround the enemy tightly.

Suddenly, flesh and blood flew across the small open space, turning it into a cruel fighting field.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already confronted the man with the scar with his Sha Po Lang.

when!

The weapons of the two interlaced, causing a burst of golden cries in the air.

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

He didn't understand why this kid who didn't look half-old had such a domineering marksmanship!

"Let me go!"

The man with the scar said quickly,

"I can give you as much money as you want."

What answered him was another attack by Zhao Lang!

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

"I am a subject of King Zhao! Do you want to be exterminated?"

In an instant, the opponent's offensive stalled.

The man with the scar thought it had worked, he felt relieved, and continued,

"My lord is King Zhao..."

puff.

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Lang's gun had already pierced his throat.

The man with the scar fell to the ground in disbelief.

Without a leader, the others were quickly strangled to death.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief,

Not far away, the sound of horseshoes sounded again.

Others also rushed over.

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

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

The few leaders looked at the corpses all over the ground, and the murderous spear array, and glanced at each other.

One of them said,

"I'm just passing by."

After speaking, he turned the horse's head.

Others didn't stay any longer and left quickly.

Only then did Zhao Lang say,

"Gather the wounded and leave quickly!"

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

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

"You mean, he killed the leading cavalry now, and then drove off the others?"

Hearing the return, Zhang Han was a little surprised and said,

"This person actually knows some art of war?"

"Where are their documents for entering the city?"

Soon, someone brought the documents over.

Looking at the information recorded on the bamboo slips, Zhang Han smiled and said,

"It's actually the merchant who runs the saltworks? Hmph, I've also heard about the incident with the saltworks. It's not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. The dispute between the big clans depends on how he responds."

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

"Xianyang Zhao Lang, very good, this general took note."

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, then he is not worthy of his recruitment.

Just like himself, he thinks he is brave, and as a general, isn't he 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 many people crowded inside, but fortunately, it is well organized and does not appear to be messy.

As soon as he entered the farm, he cried out,

"Saint! I'm back!"

Before he finished speaking, a group of people gathered around, the leader was a very beautiful woman,

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

The farmer returns,

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

The saint nodded. When she went to rescue 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 him!"

The saint frowned suddenly,

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

"What was the result?"

The farmer said with some shock,

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

"Later, when the other people arrived, the man yelled at them, and then drove them away."

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

"Tsk tsk, that scene is extremely powerful."

The farmer still wants to continue bragging, after all, such things are rare.

But he found that the saint on the side had already stood there in a daze.