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The adventure in the Ghost Road Chapter was encountered by myself Chapter 5: Being ambushed

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    Wen Fei was embarrassed to be praised by Yang Jian. In fact, he had no intention of plagiarizing ancient poems.  However, it was really hard to explain at this moment, and Wen Fei had a little vanity after all, so he simply acquiesced.  At this moment, a whistle suddenly sounded, and flying rocks shot down like rain.  No one expected that this place would be attacked at this time.  You must know that this is the hinterland of the Song Dynasty!  "This is the cyclone cannon of the Xixia people. Be careful, everyone, be careful brothers" Liu Guangshi roared loudly.  When the commander of his group of Western troops shouted, those Western troops who had been fighting Xixia all year round had already reacted and dismounted one after another, using their horses to block the flying rocks.  The Xixia people were lying in ambush on the mountains on both sides. Although the ancient road was widened a lot, it could only pass one carriage.  The entire team was pulled into a long snake formation with no one at all, and could only be beaten passively under the flying rocks.  Those Qiang people were in a miserable state. Their reaction was slower and they were immediately hit by flying rocks. Many of their heads were hit with blood and their hands and feet were broken.  Xixia is small and weak, but the manufacturing and research and development of total heavy weapons include more than just that kind of blunderbuss.  And there is a small trebuchet cyclone cannon that can be mounted on the back of a Bactrian camel. It can throw flying stones as big as a fist, dozens of them at once.  The power was so astonishing that flying rocks were thrown out by the trebuchet.  If it falls on a person, the result is serious injury at the very least. Fortunately, the accuracy of this cyclone cannon is not high, and it relies entirely on covering strikes.  When the Xixia people sneaked into the territory of the Song Dynasty, they could not bring too many cyclone cannons. Otherwise, if they were ambushed in such terrain, the entire army would be wiped out.  In fact, almost all flying stones are concentrated near the carriage.  The cavalry in front and behind were not attacked, but they were limited by the terrain and could not provide assistance at all.  Liu Guangshi reacted and shouted: "There are not many assassins from Xixia. Protect the immortal master!" He secretly said it was a fluke. Fortunately, it was the middle of winter and the vegetation was withered.  If it were summer and autumn, just one fire would burn them to death on this ancient road.  Flying stones rained down on the carriage.  Originally, the carriage was pulled by four horses. When it was attacked, one horse received a flying stone as big as a fist on its head. It screamed miserably and was killed immediately.  The other three horses pulling the cart were frightened and ran away. This was originally the most dangerous situation.  But then a rain of flying stones hit the remaining draft horses, killing them one after another.  The car was driven towards the cliff and crashed into a large rock with a loud bang.  Wen Fei was thrown to pieces, and the dead eunuch Yang Jian pressed heavily on Wen Fei's stomach, almost crushing Wen Fei to death.  After finally getting up, Wen Fei immediately fell down again. He now realized the benefit of Yang Jian pressing on him.  Flying rocks had already smashed the carriage carriage, and from time to time there were still flying rocks coming in. If it was hit, it would at least result in broken muscles and bones.  That guy Yang Jian can at least be used as a shield on the spot.  At this time, the Song Army had already begun to counterattack. Even among the Western Army cavalry, the proportion of archers was extremely high. They even took out the Divine Arm Crossbow, the artifact of the Great Song Army, and aimed at the Xixia people who were ambushing on the cliff and began to fight back.  There were few people in Xixia, so they were shot so hard that they couldn¡¯t even lift their heads.  The firing speed of this cyclone cannon was originally slow and it was impossible to fire continuously. It was suppressed by the Western Army's bows and arrows, and no more flying rocks fell.  Wen Fei just got out of the carriage, and he was very angry. His forehead hit the wall of the carriage hard, and it swelled up, which greatly damaged his face as a demon assistant.  If Wen Fei had a grenade in his hand at this time, Wen Fei would throw it out without hesitation.  Even with his arm strength, he couldn't throw it up the mountain.  He only had a counterfeit 92, and he fired a bunch of bullets at the top of the mountain at random.  At this time, the Qiang people had already reacted and rushed towards the top of the mountain with howls.  Liu Guangshi quickly led a few people to stand in front of Wen Fei and shouted: "Don't worry, Immortal Master, Xixia has a small number of people and has been suppressed by us. We will deal with them immediately!" Just as he was talking, he saw a monk.  Jumping down from the top of the mountain, he swooped over like an eagle, his cassock puffed up against the wind, making a hunting sound like wings.  Poor Wen Fei was so angry that he fired all the bullets. At this time, he could only change the magazine in a hurry.  The other Western troops reacted and fired arrows at the monk.  Even in the process of pounce, this monk actually moved sideways in the air with miraculous skills, dodging most of the arrows.  But the cassock was still scratched by a divine arm crossbow.  Liu Guangshi's pupils shrank and he shouted: "This is a master, be careful!" The iron bow in his hand was suddenly fully drawn, and the iron arrows flew out, almost no worse than a divine arm crossbow.  At this time, the monk suddenly turned over in the air and stomped heavily on the ground.  The whole ground seemed to shake,Everyone within nearly three feet could not stand and fell back.  Facing the iron arrows that were shot, the monk actually smiled, and swept his hands over the iron arrows like cattail fans, swatting the iron arrows away like mosquitoes.  Liu Guangshi's heart sank. He protected Wen Fei in front of him, but he felt that this time was more dangerous than bad.  The monk laughed and said: "Mr. Dang Mo Fu Dao, the Buddha has been famous for you for a long time. When we meet today, it is better to be famous than to meet him! The last time you killed my disciple, you actually gave the young master of the Yeli family to  Kill me, what do you think I'm going to do to you?" He was smiling like a cat chasing a mouse, not afraid of Wen Fei's resistance at all.  Wen Fei sighed behind Liu Guangshi and said: "Do you know how protagonists like me always turn defeat into victory in front of villains? It's because villains like you talk too much nonsense" Wen Fei  What he said was incomprehensible. Not to mention the Western Xia monk, even Liu Guangshi didn't understand a word of it.  When the monk was wondering, he saw that along with Wen Fei's words, a hail of bullets hit the monk.  The speed of this bullet is much faster than that of a bow and arrow, but something happened that almost made Wen Fei's eyes pop out.  The moment Wen Fei raised his gun, the monk felt great danger, and a cold current rushed directly from his tail bone to the back of his head.  The hairs all over his body suddenly rose, and he jumped up like a flying eagle, flying toward the text.  But just as he was facing the fired bullet, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden.  You can clearly see the coquettish blood flowers blooming on the monk's body with each bullet.  Thank you brothers for their righteousness and pressed those ** sunspots  I am really sorry for updating.  It¡¯s not that the author is unjust. Qidian has a word count and collection requirements for listing. The collection has only reached the minimum limit for listing, but the word count is about to reach 300,000.  The author himself has always wanted to postpone it until the end of August or early September.  In this way, we can add more free chapters with hundreds of thousands of words.  ¡­So I can¡¯t update too fast, I hope you¡¯ll forgive me¡­ There won¡¯t be any updates tonight.
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