Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 48: Century

Half an hour later, in front of the main camp of the Prince of Queli, a big man in a royal robe suddenly appeared out of thin air. After the big man appeared, he shouted at the city gate and asked to see the Marquis of Queli.

After a while, a team of more than 100 cavalrymen came out of the camp. The horse team immediately surrounded the big man, and the leader who led the team pointed at the big man with a Xiongnu saber and said, "What is the requirement to see the King of Hanzhong? Say it!"

After being stunned for a moment, the big man said, "Isn't it the Marquis of Queli? Why is it changed to the King of Hanzhong again? I want to see the Marquis of Queli, Wangzhong. Is Wangzhong in the camp? You let him out, just Said their relatives are here. Some fun things are cheaper for him..."

"Relative?" After being stunned for a moment, the leader of the horse team continued: "His Royal Highness the King of Hanzhong is the Marquis of Queli, what relative of His Royal Highness is here? Big man? This relative is not you, right?"

"Yes, it's Lao Tzu!" It was the Prince Bai Wuqiu who suddenly appeared at the entrance of the barracks. After Er Lengzi laughed, he said to the leader of the horse team: "I don't care what is the Hou of Queli or the King of Hanzhong, go, go to the nuclear king and talk. Just say his godfather is here, let him climb out one step at a time, and take him out. My godfather, I will carry it into the camp. I want him to take me like a real father..."

"You're courting death!" After the leader of the horse team shouted, he suddenly rushed towards Bai Wuqiu, the saber in his hand slashed at Er Lengzi's forehead.

Seeing that this knife was about to split Bai Wuqiu's head in half, Er Lengzi also roared, and then slammed the horse's head with a fist. After a muffled sound, Dou Da's horse's head disappeared into a cloud of blood. After the leader who was still swinging the knife lost his balance, he fell to the ground along with the headless horse. In the panic, the tip of the Xiongnu-style machete stabbed into his own heart, and after a few struggles, he fell to the ground motionless.

"I'm here to find my son, not to die." Glancing at the leader who was stabbed to death by himself, Bai Wuqiu sighed. Just when I was about to raise my head to speak to the horse team with more than 100 people left. Seeing that these hundred or so people actually drew out their sabres and swords, and rushed towards the position of Bai Wuqiu at the same time.

This kind of cavalry battle formation was originally used to kill the enemy on the battlefield. It was the first time that more than 100 people charged against one person today. Wang Zhong's army was extremely strict. If the leader of a team died in battle and the person who killed the leader did not die, then the team would all be executed. It's not that such a cavalry has a good relationship with the leader who was stabbed to death by him just now, but if he doesn't want to die, all the more than 100 cavalry will be executed. It is also for self-protection, these knights can only go out of their way.

Seeing that all the cavalry on the opposite side were coming towards him, Bai Wuqiu gave a wicked laugh. He suddenly grabbed the hind legs of the dead horse with no head, and swung the dead horse up. Afterwards, he quickly turned around in a circle, and more than a hundred cavalrymen felt that their eyes were dazzled. Bai Wuqiu's figure instantly blurred, and then like a huge circle, it rushed towards him.

Anyone who is swept away by a dead horse, whether it is a horse or a human being, is instantly kicked out. If lucky, it falls on the horse, and if it falls, it will break a leg and break an arm. The unlucky one was crushed under the horse's body, and was instantly crushed to death by the horse's weight.

In the blink of an eye, half of the horse team of more than 100 people had been kicked out by the corpse of the horse in Bai Wuqiu's hands, and the knights behind hurriedly pulled the reins. Having been frightened by the brute force of Bai Wuqiu, he immediately reacted and hurriedly turned the horse's head and drove the horse back to the camp. The one who reacted a little slower also jumped off his horse in a hurry, and after being sent flying for a while, he died on the warhorse under his crotch.

Until all the cavalry are either beaten out or run away. Bai Wuqiu then stopped, and after throwing away the horse corpse in his hand, Er Lengzi's body still turned a few times uncontrollably. It wasn't easy to grab a small tree to stabilize his body, and now he hugged the small tree and started to vomit.

Before Bai Wuqiu was finished, hundreds of archers appeared on the wooden wall of the barracks. Hundreds of people clasped their strings and arrows pointed at Bai Wuqiu, who was still holding a small tree and vomited endlessly. Seeing that the first person only gave an order and Bai Wuqiu was about to be shot into a hedgehog, the gate of the military camp. It suddenly opened again, and a man in a monk's costume rushed out like lightning: "Stop! Bows and arrows are useless to him, let me come..."

Before he finished speaking, this man was already at Bai Wuqiu's side, and he released a fireball at Bai Wuqiu with his left hand. He held a long sword in his right hand and swept across the right side of Er Lengzi. This cultivator has used this kind of trick many times. When most people dodge the fireball from the left and dodge to the right, they are split into two by this sharp long sword.

However, after meeting this big man, the cultivator's method finally deviates. After seeing the monk's volcano attacking, Er Lengzi suddenly opened his mouth and said "Wow!" and spat out a mouthful of filth on the fireball. Bai Wuqiu didn't know what he ate in the morning, but this mouthful of filth instantly crushed the fireball. Then it suddenly released the hand that was holding the small tree, and Bai Wuqiu's body fell to the ground.

It was because his body suddenly fell to the ground, and then he avoided the sword that was swept over. When the cultivator was about to slash the Bai Wuqiu sword that had already vomited on the ground, he suddenly saw that Er Lengzi had already rolled to the cultivator's feet. Two hands suddenly grabbed the cultivator's calf, and with a slight force of both hands, the cultivator fell down. Then he threw the cultivator down like an evil tiger pounced on its food, before the man swung his sword towards Bai Wuqiu. Er Lengzi was already lying on the cultivator's body, raised his head and hit the cultivator's head hard.

With a sound of "Bang!", the monk's head has disappeared. Bai Wuqiu's face was covered in the monk's blood, and a pungent smell of blood rushed to his brain. Looking at the archers on the wall of the camp, they all retched.

At this moment, a somewhat empty voice rang out: "You are very talented, a hundred cavalry can't help you. Even a famous monk is not your opponent. It really deserves to be a rare giant. Demon..."

While speaking, a half-old man who was a few years old appeared in front of Bai Wuqiu. After waiting for Bai Wuqiu to vomit, a long sword that had been unsheathed appeared out of thin air in the hand of the old man. He slowly said to Bai Wuqiu: "Have you finished vomiting? So now can you say that you came to the King of Hanzhong for your purpose?"

"I said...he is Lao Tzu's son." He had already spit out the contents of his stomach and looked at the man weakly. After the half-big old man shook his head slightly, he stopped talking nonsense with this idiot. Just when he was about to go down with a sword and kill it. The gate of the camp behind Leng Bu Ding opened again, and he saw a young man dressed from head to toe. He walked out with a wooden box in his hand.

When the white-haired man came out, the soldiers in the barracks didn't seem to see the man. Everyone's eyes were still on the old man and Bai Wuqiu.

After seeing the white-haired man coming out, half the old man's expression was horrified. His eyes stared straight at the wooden box in the white-haired man's hand. After taking a deep breath, he said cautiously, "Who are you? What's in the box..."

The white-haired man looked at him with a strange expression, and said, "I said it contained a pig's head, do you believe it?"

At this time, the eyes of the half-big old man were widened, and he gritted his teeth and said again: "Tell me, is it the head of the king that fell to the ground?"

"It's enough to know, do you have to say it?" After the white-haired man sneered, he threw the wooden box in his hand at the old man. The half-old old man shivered and opened the wooden box, after seeing the cold head inside for a moment. Half of the old man's eyes went dark, and he almost fell over with a flick of his body.

At this time, a disgraceful old man walked over from a distance. After the old man came over, he smiled at the old man and said, "Old man, I knew you were also in this barracks. Wang Zhong is your son? No wonder 20,000 people can defeat an army of 80,000 people."