The Almighty Son-in-Law of the Female President

Seeing Yun Fantian's order, the sound of war drums suddenly sounded, piercing the sky, thousands of arrows galloped like a rain of arrows, and shot at the soldiers of the northern barbarians with the lingering wind!

Some soldiers from the northern barbarians were shot in the middle of the climb, and then fell down like dumplings with the sound of drums and cannons. Continuing to climb up expressionless, at this moment they have become machines that only know how to fight, nothing else.

At this time, Tan Rui, who was wearing silver armor and riding on the horse, narrowed his eyes, and finally saw who was standing on the tower commanding with sharp eyes!
"Yun, Brahma, heaven! You dare to come back, you are looking for death!" His eyes shrank suddenly, his silver teeth were clenched tightly, his pupils were as scarlet as blood, and overwhelming hatred immediately poured into his eyes , Destroyed Tan Rui's sanity - he obviously received the news that only Zhao Jun was there, why did Yun Fantian suddenly appear here? !
Suddenly, he turned his eyes, thinking that this is good, so that he won't have to look for it again!
What Tan Rui didn't know was that Zhao Jun's news was very well-informed. He had discovered the whereabouts of the northern barbarian army long ago, and urgently called for reinforcements, thinking that only Zhao Jun's 5 horses were in the city, which could not be compared with their 30 troops. , he had the chance to win, so he issued a more violent attack command. He said coldly in a language that only the northern barbarians could understand: "Dalaha, pass me the order, hit me, hit me hard!"

In the past few years, Tan Rui has practiced the language of the northern barbarians hard, and he has almost spoken it as well as the local northern barbarians.

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat man with a strong figure and impressive weight, who seemed to weigh at least 300 kilograms, walked out of the crowd with heavy steps... No, to be precise, he should have rolled out, because he It's too fat, like a big meatball, the two small eyes are squeezed by the horizontal flesh on the face, and the arms are almost as thick as the legs of an adult elephant, let alone the legs , It is simply piled out of meat.

He is Daraha. Apart from recruiting military talents, Sagerila also likes to make friends with capable people to lay the foundation stone for his plan to enter the empire. For example, this Daraha is one of them. Seeing that he is fat, but he moves very nimbly, like a hill that can run, almost shaking with every step he takes.

I saw him jumping over the crowd, jumping up to the city wall in three steps at a time, but none of the surrounding bows and arrows hit him. It was like having eyes on his back. It was amazing. Not only that, he didn't know When there were several more long arrows, they threw them cruelly at the drummer.

Zhao Jun, who was closest to him, saw that it was broken. If this person succeeds and kills our drummer, and the drum beats are messed up, then our soldiers will suffer? !

Anyone who has experienced war knows that the commander-in-chief and the soldiers are relatively far away during the war, and they can only convey military orders by beating drums, such as advancing or retreating, because at that time the hissing and killing sounds and the continuous The sound of artillery fire is enough to cover up all the sounds. There is nothing more important than the drumbeat. When the drumbeat is disturbed, the hearts of the soldiers in front will also be disturbed. Then this battle does not have to be fought to the end. Everyone knows that this battle will undoubtedly be lost.

Zhao Jun absolutely couldn't let such a thing happen, so when he noticed the situation was not good at the first time, he rushed over.

It was too late to notify Yun Fantian, Zhao Jun drew out his sword with a swipe, and without hesitation, he blocked the long arrows that were shot in a few strokes, and fell them to the ground. , the drum in his hand kept moving, even the frequency did not change, and he tilted his head inconspicuously, and saw his General Zhao holding a sword in his hand, with a heroic and resolute expression on his face, standing by him without hesitation. Behind him, there were a few broken arrows with the characteristics of the northern barbarians. The little soldier was also a clever person, and he understood what was going on at a glance, so he thanked Zhao Jun gratefully.

Zhao Jun didn't look back, but stared closely at the "Roshan" who looked like a paratrooper in front of him, and asked intently, "Who are you?"

That "Roshan" didn't speak, but just grinned at him, baring his big white teeth full of anger, indescribably cold, seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Jun got angry, so he simply He didn't ask any more questions, just raised the sword, gave him a light yell, and made love to him.

Zhao Jun has been in the army all year round, and his skills have long been beyond the reach of ordinary people. The sword came quickly and fiercely, but Dahara lowered his head in a calm manner and dodged it lightly. When Zhao Jun was stunned, he slapped it with a palm!

Zhao Jun didn't expect that he could dodge that blow and counterattack in such a short time. He was slightly stunned and missed the time to dodge. Dalaha's palm is fat and thick, almost no different from a bear's paw , at this moment, he hit Zhao Jun again with a heavy hand. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a boulder. He clearly felt the sound of his ribs breaking, and then his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out , the sword fell to the ground with a "clang"!

puff!
The place where Dalaha came up was relatively unreasonable. Only Zhao Jun was the closest to him, so he saw it and stopped him from killing the drummer in time. However, he himself was seriously injured by Dalaha. To be able to tell the winner, and he is not the opponent of the fat man in front of him, Zhao Jun swayed twice, holding his breath desperately so that he could not fall against the wall - thinking that maybe today is his limit.

Zhao Jun thought that he was going to fall into the hands of this fat man today, and despair gradually rose in his eyes, but at this moment, he suddenly heard someone shout: "Zhao Jun!" and jumped up.

That figure was as fast as a shooting star, almost invisible to people, like a fish, not slippery, so fast that people can't handle it, only one person can have this kind of skill!
"king!"

After finishing speaking, it turned out that the person fighting Dalaha was Yun Brahma!

Expectation rose again in Zhao Jun's eyes. As soon as he uttered the word king, Yun Brahma, who was fighting Dalaha, took a little time out of his busy schedule to say to him: "Don't talk, close your eyes and rest your mind."

Zhao Jun has always obeyed Yun Fantian's words, closed his eyes according to his words, and slowly sat on the ground with his eyes closed to rest his mind. However, what Yun Fantian didn't expect was that his actions stimulated Dalaha. Not concentrating is the greatest humiliation to an opponent, and he immediately became angry, so he punched Yun Fantian fiercely in the waist, ready to knock down this weak brat with one punch.

But he didn't expect that the so-called weak boy would not be hurt so easily by him. He saw Yun Fantian lightly tapped his toes, and he jumped a foot high in the air like magic, stepping on the ground with one foot. With his outstretched hand, the other foot kicked him on the chin quickly and hard, as if with a thousand pounds of force, it directly kicked him to the ground...