Three Kingdoms Of The Myth Of Online Games

Either live brilliantly and briefly, or die long and deep, the Huns naturally made the choice of the former.

After all, like the Southern Huns, they lost the glory of the Hun Empire, and they will live a long time.

"Not good!" Xiahou Dun's face changed drastically. He had a hunch that the underground Huren might have some big move.

"Changshuiying makes an all-out effort!" Xiahou Dun hurriedly ordered, and the constantly pulsating shadow in the night gave him a very bad premonition.

The next moment Changshuiying raised the longbow in his hand, and the cloud arrow folds out desperately. Hundreds of explosions blew off.

The explosion of fire light illuminates the battlefield, and Xiahou Dun can see the elite of the Northern Huns with Hu Yanlin.

"Northern Huns!"

An idea flashed in Xiahoudun's mind. The original unreasonable part became clear in an instant. He said how could the Huren be able to fight like this. It turned out that there was a Northern Huns in it, so everything became reasonable.

Xiahoudun was quite sure that these soldiers underground were definitely not ordinary soldiers, and Changshui had been bombarded with very few casualties.

He clearly watched the North Huns imperial guards dodge beyond imagination with agile posture, and while evading, they were approaching the city wall at high speed, and even had spare power to throw attacks on the city wall.

"Super elite, it should be the Imperial Guard!" The soldiers of the Zhonglei Camp said loudly after controlling the airflow to block the attack.

They were all trained by Huangfusong. At that time, in order to test the limit of blocking attacks, they were beaten frequently. The attack strength of the Northern Huns was judged by only one block.

The attacks launched by the Northern Huns while dodged were so powerful that they even reminded them of the all-out sniper of the Shooting Camp.

"Super evasion ability, super reaction ability, and even predictive ability, extremely flexible movements, and seem to have special defensive skills."

Xiahoudun stared at the opposite side without blinking, and the more he looked at it, the more his heart became cooler. The strength shown by the Northern Huns guard was definitely not inferior to any army soul he had seen, and the battle damage between the two sides would definitely not exceed one to two in a real fight.

Xiahou Dun looked at the Northern Huns' imperial guards who were unscathed by a few explosive arrows. He was extremely chilled. He had seen this kind of elite. Isn't this the Yu Linwei who was selected at the eighth school of the West Garden.

In his field of vision, facing Changshui Camp's continuous shooting, none of the Northern Huns' guards fell, only the Xianbei Huren who were affected.

Whether it was relying on block, anticipating dodge, or simply hard resistance, in short, none of the North Huns guards were shot by Changshui.

"Shoot the physical arrow! Striking fire!"

Xiahoudun no longer hesitated, and directly asked Chang Shui to take out the thing at the bottom of the box, which was also one of his trump cards on his way from Qingzhou-engraving arrows.

Because Changshuiying could use Yunqi Arrows, he directly asked each Changshui to abandon ordinary arrows and set off with two bags of engraved arrows.

Now it seems to be Karma's retribution, and the temporary greed at the time has made it come in handy now.

Xiahou Dun has a better understanding of own spiritual talent. It seems that he can artificially determine own crisis through bad luck or taking advantage.

"It's really an amazing discovery!" Xiahou Dun's mouth twitched. He didn't miss things when he left Qingzhou. It was terrible.

Hundreds of arrows were shot from Changshui's hands and exploded in the clearing to illuminate the entire battlefield.

Then hundreds of arrows with obscure aura shot out, and the North Huns guards finally began to suffer casualties this time.

When dozens of North Huns guards were unable to dodge, they were about to resist as hard as before. Arrows pierced through their armor and exploded suddenly.

In just a few breaths, Chang Shui blasted all the engraved arrows, nearly a hundred of the Northern Huns' guards died directly, and many guards were injured.

"The Kunlun god is on top, our army will win!" Hu Yanlin yelled heartily, and then expanded the army's talent to the limit. All the northern Huns guards behind him also roared, and began to move forward with an indomitable momentum. The city walls surged.

"Damn it!" Xiahou Dun was a little frustrated. He played such a big hole card, and as a result, the Northern Huns' guard was less than one-tenth his mother's death.

"I knew that I would have to shoot the battalion soldiers. Changshui is too strenuous to deal with such elites!" Xiahou Dun regretted it. If this were replaced by 500 battalion soldiers, the North Huns' casualties would have to be at least doubled. Times.

As a result, the Hu people who were affected by the engraved arrows were almost a thousand dead, and the North Huns guards abruptly reduced the loss to a minimum.

"Come with me!" Xia Hou Dun greeted him, and brought Xia Hou Yuan and the soldiers from Hu Ben Camp to an area near Hu Yanlin.

At this time, he could only fight hard, and tried his best to delay time. He didn't believe that Changping could watch these humiliated people escape. As long as he persisted until reinforcements came, the scale of victory would instantly fall to them.

Hu Yanlin jumped onto the city wall with a cruel smile, trying to pounce on Xia Houyuan in a daze.

"This road is nowhere!" Xiahou Dun coldly snorted and directly thrust the spear thrust toward Hu Yanlin's throat.

Just because of Xia Houyuan's injured state, it's okay to beat the soldiers. If you really meet with Hu Yanlin, you really have to fall on the Juyong Pass if you don't say it.

"Then kill you first!" Hu Yanlin frowned and realized that Xiahou Dun could not be underestimated, so he turned his attention to Xiahou Dun.

"The inner Qi is completely complete, it's good, but it's not enough!" Hu Yanlin said in a jerky Han Mandarin.

Then he slashed the broadsword at Xiahoudun vigorously, and the guns and knives collided. Xiahoudun retreated several steps, his hands were numb, and he almost threw out the weapon in his hands. Hu Yanlin's heavy attack caught him somewhat off guard.

"Natural supernatural power?" Xiahou Dun frowned, and the guy on the opposite side was definitely not an ordinary internal qi separated from the body, maybe it was the same as Xu Chu and Zhang Fei's internal qi separated from the body, and even the combat power could be a battle against the world.

"Brother, I'll help you!" Xia Houyuan knew that Hu Yanlin was a big trouble by seeing Xiahou Dun's performance.

However, The next moment did not wait for Xiahouyuan to approach. Several Northern Huns guards killed their opponents and launched an attack towards Xiahouyuan. Several spears formed an insurmountable gap, separating Xiahouyuan and Xiahou Dun. .

"Puff!" Xia Houyuan blocked left and right, but was still hit by a spear thrust, and then several long spears were handed over and attacked continuously.

Xia Houyuan always has the heart to kill the enemy, but he has more than enough heart and lacks strength. The previous outbreak has not been relieved up to now, and he can only resist the attack of the Northern Huns in humiliation.

The soldiers of the Huben Camp simply couldn't beat the Northern Huben Guards. The Huben Camp was good at unloading and blocking. The Northern Huben Guards were better than the Huben Camp.

The soldiers of the Huben camp erected their shields to block the fatal blow of the Northern Huns’ guards, but the Northern Huns’ guards slammed their spears on the shields and disrupted the center of gravity of the Huben camps, and then easily thrust the spears into the Huben camps. Throat.

"They are the Northern Huns! Kill them!" Xiahou Dun's mind turned sharply, and finally shouted directly.

"Fighting with me, dare to be distracted!" Hu Yanlin snorted coldly, and then continued to sullenly attack Xiahou Dun. Since they were recognized, the Northern Huns were not afraid to admit it.

"Puff~" Xiahou Dun suddenly pointed out a mouthful of blood, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Compared with dealing with the Hu people, all the soldiers knew that it was the Northern Huns that they were able to exert their strength.

The battlefield seemed to be silent for a moment, and all the soldiers of the Han Dynasty were violent in an instant. They all understood why they subconsciously hated these powerful Huren in front of them, it turned out to be the Northern Huns!

"How can the Northern Huns be so rampant!" The eyes of the Huben Camp soldiers who witnessed several comrades being easily killed by the Northern Huns were bloody.

The blood feud between the Han Dynasty and the North Huns for hundreds of years is deeply rooted in the blood of all Han people.

To put it bluntly, for several generations, every ancestor in his family died at the hands of the Xiongnu. Not only did the Han Dynasty and the Northern Huns have national feuds, they also contained countless family hatreds.

Afterwards, several Huben camp soldiers directly smashed their weapons out. After the North Huns guards easily opened them, they hugged the North Huns guards desperately, and then restrained the opponent's actions.

"Kill him!" Even if the North Huns guard jabbed with a waist knife, he shouted decisive words in a hoarse voice.

The Hubenying soldiers in the rear raised their swords and slayed the bound guards of the Northern Huns.

As the Huben camp began to exchange lives for injuries, the casualties of the Northern Huns and the soldiers of the Huben camp began to rise sharply.

Regardless of this, many Huben camp soldiers jumped off the wall in their arms, holding the Northern Huns. They would rather Death drag the Northern Huns and get injured.

Yes, injured. Falling from the wall is not enough to make the Northern Huns who know the peak unloading skills to die, but the injury is inevitable. Under the suppression of the cloud, people are only people after all.

"hatred……"

The Hu Ben soldier who was pierced by the spear in his chest stared at the Northern Huns in front of him, and exhausted the last trace of his body to grab his hands on the spear.

The North Huns guard twitched a few times and could only give up in vain, and then drew his waist knife to face the tiger soldier who appeared immediately.

"Die to me!"

The North Huns guard sneered and sneered the long spear thrust towards a tiger soldier who did not dodge in time, but the sudden air current interfered with his attack, so that the attack was blocked, only repelling the tiger soldier.

"Thanks, brother!" Sergeant Hu Ben took a deep breath, thanked Sergeant Zhonglei Ying not far away, and then rushed towards the North Huns guard.

Zhonglei Ying's soldiers looked at the Xianbei Huren who climbed up, and could only watch the Huben soldiers pull the Northern Huns to the end, and he had to control the airflow to fight the Xianbei Huren who approached him.

The melee ability of their Zhonglei Camp is worse than that of the Huben Camp. They can only take over the position of the soldiers of the Huben Camp, and struggle against the continuous climbing of the Xianbei Hus on the city wall, and they can't help their colleagues at all.

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