Insufficient balance

  "Ah... when..."

  Right after the loud sound of metal collision, an even louder cry followed, which made Shu Yiner's heart shrink into a ball.

  In his heart, he had almost made up his mind that it was Zhao Fubo's large spear colliding with Mamulu's iron spear that caused it to fly out of his hand.

  As the young lady of Ruiyu Village, how could she not know the ferocity of the Mamluk cavalry? These sturdy and robust Gholam people, with a single thrust of their iron spear, can pierce through a wooden dummy used for practice. Or when they swing it around, they can smash the upper half of the wooden dummy into powder.

  Although Erlang Fubo was fond of martial arts, he was just a young man who had just grown up. How much strength could he have? He dared to use his own spear to collide with Mamuluke's iron gun, and that one would definitely be shaken off his hand.

  Shu Yu'er, with her eyes closed, only hoped that the Mamuluks who took action would be merciful and not hurt Zhao Er Lang. When she returned to Huangsha City, she naturally had a way to deal with these household guards.

  Just as she was thinking in her heart, she heard the big master Zhao Xu in the carriage shouting "Come quickly... come quickly..." and even a pair of arms had already stretched out from the carriage to grab her skirt.

  Obviously Da Lang Zhao Xu had the same idea as Shu Yun Er, and he was sure that Er Lang Fu Bo would not be able to defeat these tall and powerful Mamluk cavalry.

  However, what they did not expect was that at this time, they heard the loud sound of metal collision again. This time, the person who shouted a few more words made them hear clearly.

  "Shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand......!"

  All of you readers must be very surprised by now, although Zhao's family is from the Central Plains, why would the martial artists guarding his house shout out the dark language of the Central Plains?

  Hehe, a little riddle, everyone follow our story, and then you will understand.

  This cry made Shu Yu'er open her eyes, and the claws of Lushan behind her also shrank back in surprise.

  When she opened her eyes and looked over, Shu Yu'er was shocked into a daze.

  Two shouting Western-style guards with no swords in their hands were rubbing their arms, only loudly shouting and intimidating.

  All he saw was Zhao Fu Bo sitting steadily on his horse, facing the shouts and threats of the Zhao family guards with no fear.

  With a long spear in hand, the spearhead sweeps away, and flowers bloom everywhere. Adding a foot-long white tassel, it's as if a giant flower has bloomed.

  Sitting upright on his horse, he no longer had the air of a sleepy second son, but rather seemed like a majestic god who had descended to the mortal world.

  At this time, two more Mamluk cavalrymen with iron guns came forward, and the first one swung a big gun, which was like an axe opening a mountain, towards Erlang Fubo.

  The Second Son's long spear seemed like a swimming dragon, sticking to the iron spear shaft with a light pull, and the force of the iron spear's blow was diverted to one side.

  The large gun, however, was knocked back by the force of the iron cannonball and swung in an arc, sweeping horizontally towards the waist of the Mamluk cavalryman who followed.

  "Hah...... Ah......!"

  The frightened Mamuk had no choice but to raise his own iron spear to block, shouting loudly from his mouth, just waiting for him to steady his gun.

  But Erlang didn't expect that Fowan would change his move when he was sweeping with his big gun, and his "Ha" naturally fell into the empty space.

  The Second Lang's iron spear in his hand retreated slightly, and the spearhead flashed with a light like the stars in the night sky, characteristic of Damascus steel, and suddenly appeared in front of Mamulu's chest.

  The "ha" of resistance fell flat, this "ah" was facing the gunpoint, under helplessness he had to roll off the horse and this guard let out a shout.

  The Arabian horse, one of the best war horses in the world, was incredibly fast. At the same time that a gunshot dropped one guard, Zhao Fubo had already clashed with another guard on horseback.

  At this moment, Erlang's spear in his hand, with a strong twist of the gun handle at his waist, loosened his front hand and swept back with even more momentum.

  That Mamluk cavalryman, who had just regained his iron spear, suddenly heard the sound of wind behind him and knew that something was wrong, so he quickly shrank his neck and bent down.

  Only a loud "slap" sound was heard, and the big gun swung back by Erlang Fowei heavily slammed onto Mamukeluke's back.

  Even if Zhao's western courtyard guard wore a locked armor vest, he couldn't withstand the powerful blow of the large gun head on his back.

  With a cry of "Hah!", Mamukurk's cavalry spat out a mouthful of blood.

  This was also Zhao Fubo showing mercy, as he turned the gun handle slightly when he circled back with his spear, changing the blade to the back of the spear. If not for that, at this moment, he would only be able to spurt blood from the wound on his broken neck.

  In Shu Yu'er's astonished gaze, Zhao Fu seemed to have gone mad again. He saw him bring his spear back from behind, but instead of attacking the enemy, he thrust it towards his own chariot.

  "Hum, this blind fool, doesn't he think that I and that big fellow are in cahoots with each other!"

  In a sudden panic, he shouted out to Zhao Er Lang.

  "Hey, I'm over here!"

  Who would have thought that Erlang, who had already committed a crime, would actually ignore her calls. On the contrary, with a big gun in his hand, he suddenly stabbed it into the top cover of the carriage, using the momentum of the horse to shout loudly...

  "Rustle... crack..."

  The huge car hood was actually lifted into the air by him in one go.

  It seemed that Erlang Fubo was finally satisfied, and he quickly pulled the reins of his horse and ran over to Shu Yiner's side with excitement.

  Who would have thought that just as he approached Shu Yiner, Shu Yiner suddenly burst into tears.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you? You've torn off someone else's car cover! You...you Zhao brothers are all scoundrels!"

  She vented her anger on Zhao Fubo, then stamped her foot in frustration and ran to the side, crying uncontrollably.

  This time Fubo was really taken aback, he didn't know what mistake he had made.

  Can't help but say, Zhao Fubo this little rascal, really is a bit muddle-headed. He didn't go to comfort the frightened Shu Yu'er, instead he turned around and mounted his horse, and with a whoosh, he ran away.

  This time, it was Shu Yiner's turn to be stunned. She had never thought that her crying would actually scare away the reinforcements.

  Watching Zhao Fuwo leaning on his horse, running as fast as the wind, she could only hatefully pout.

  "Hmph, you run well, Erlang Fubo. If Shuyu'er speaks with you again... then... then..."

  It took half a day to reluctantly "just" come out, but instead almost got "just" to the point of crying out loud.

  Zhao Fubo has run away, but the people he brought with him have not run.

  Xiao Mu Ke held a long knife and jumped off the horse to protect Shu Yu'er. At this moment, several Ma Mu Luos who were injured by Zhao Fu Bo's big gun also didn't dare to come forward again.

  Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Ke said a word to Shu Yu'er, which made Shu Yu'er's heart calm down.

  "See you soon!"

  Shu Yiner raised her tearful eyes and looked at him, hoping he would continue, best of all explaining that Zhao Fubo left solely for her own good.

  Unfortunately, the Muk in front of him was a man who cherished his words like gold. He had just spoken four words and it was likely that he would not hear another word from him today.

  "Hum, dead wood, saying one more word will kill you! Is it that Second Brother's sly guy who told you not to tell me?!"

  At this time, Shu Yu'er's words had a few hints of coquetry. If Zhao Fu were here, he would definitely be charmed by her and lose his way, unable to tell north from south.

  Unfortunately, she is now facing the silent Mukk like a stone, at this moment he just stared at his eyes, looking at those few Mamluk cavalrymen, but never said another word.

  "Hey...... come quick...... come quick...... come quick and help me up, I've lost all strength in my legs!"

  At this time, Dalang Zhao Xu started shouting in the car again, but this time his voice was slightly different from before.

  Several Mamluk cavalrymen who were shocked by Zhao Fubo's powerful gunplay, now suddenly came to their senses and rushed one after another to the carriage, competing to support Zhao Xu.

  "Hey, block it a bit... just now I... I... I drowned..."

  A faint voice came from behind the tall figure of Mamukke, which made Shu Yiner feel a few points of disdain for Zhao Xusheng again.

  Under the cover of the crowd's protection, Zhao Xu regained his spirit after remounting his white Arabian horse.

  With a "whoosh", the fan in her hand opened and she called out twice towards Zhao Fu's receding back.

  "You dare to offend me, young punk? Hmph, in a few days, I'll make you regret it..."

  It seemed that Zhao Xu felt he had misspoken and quickly shut his mouth.

  Her eyes turned to Shu Yu'er, only to see that her face was still a pear blossom with rain, but her eyes were always looking in the direction where Zhao Fu Bo "escaped".

  "Hum, little prostitute, one of these days..."

  He gave a low, menacing snarl.

  It was only when he saw Muk that those quiet, expressionless green eyes were staring at him intently.

  It's as if a cheetah is lurking in the grass, ready to pounce and snap its own neck at any moment.

  "Could it be that this little scoundrel just heard what I said? Never mind, he's just a small slave anyway, and I suppose he wouldn't dare..."

  He originally wanted to turn back and warn Mu Ke with his eyes, but for some reason, he recalled that lifeless green gaze, and his heart felt a chill.

  "Let them live for these two days then...!"

  "Hmph, let's take a look..."

  He didn't even look back and threw down a ruthless remark, taking his guards with him, and disappeared into the dust like he came.

  Just as he had just left, Shu Yiner seemed to see something.

  She jumped onto her car in one step, tiptoed and covered her eyes with her hands to gaze far into the distance at the rising sun.

  I don't know what she saw, but her face, which was just tearful, suddenly lifted up with a smile, and she whispered something under her breath.

  "It's really hard to see that old Martin still has this skill, got rich... Now Zhao Erlang doesn't have to worry about having no money to spend!"

  What on earth did she see that could make her forget Zhao Er Lang's infatuation?

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