His roar was based on the inner strength of his Dantian. As soon as he roared out, everyone in Huangluji was shocked at first, and then they all showed a look of astonishment. Everyone felt a tightness in their chests and almost wanted to vomit.

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The warriors who were charging toward him on horseback on the opposite side bore the brunt of the blow. They spurted out blood as if they were hit in the chest by a giant hammer. They fell from their horses and died immediately.

The roar was like rolling thunder, echoing throughout Huangluji. Among the thousands of people trading in Huangluji, hundreds of people were stunned by his roar.

Dozens of horses also whined, fell to the ground and vomited blood and died.

Then the market was as quiet as hell.

Chen Zhao looked at his horse speechlessly.

Because although this horse was not in the middle, it was the closest to Chen Zhao. It could not withstand such thunder. Frightened by Chen Zhao's roar, it immediately fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of soft mud.

Chen Zhao looked around and saw that no horse was unaffected.

But he was not worried. There must be good horses in the big tent on the hillside a few hundred meters away.

The reason is very simple. Historically, in large fairs, involving large tribes and large business groups, business activities with particularly large amounts of transactions, or business involving the presence of important people, people would definitely not talk and laugh in the open air.

No matter what, it must be in a large and luxuriously decorated tent!

On the hillside, it seems that the camps of various tribes are crowded together. In fact, if you look closely, you can see that the tents are arranged according to the affiliation of each tribe, and a safe distance is maintained between each group of tents.

Since it is a big deal, there must be good people involved in it. How can noble people and good people travel?

Of course, riding the best horse on the prairie.

Think about the fact that Central Asia is rich in Pegasus horses, and the legendary Horse of Blood was produced there. Nowadays, there are countless horses traded in the market, and there may not be some good thousand-mile horses among them!

Chen Zhao stepped forward with a calm posture, stepping on the dead horses and warriors as if walking on flat ground, without shaking his shoulders or moving his neck, as if he was walking in his own garden.

At this moment, a powerful voice came out from the big tent in the center of the hillside: "Master Chen, I wonder what you want from Saka?"

The voice was extremely powerful, and you could tell from the sound that it was coming from an extremely majestic man, and he was a man who had practiced the magical power of vajra to subdue demons.

Chen Zhao sneered: "Are you the horse bandit Sekak?"

While he was talking, he had already reached the foot of the hillside, and he could already hear the breathing sounds in the dozens of large tents on the hillside. They were even and thin, and there might not be thousands of people there.

This is the forbidden breathing sound.

It should belong to the army fighting everywhere, not to the noisy big market.

It seems that these people have been waiting for me here for many days, otherwise I would not have such a coincidence that when I first arrived here, I would encounter a mutual market that only happens once in dozens of days.

If that's the case, then why be polite?

Chen Zhao waved his hand, and a retro-style Gatling appeared in his hand.

"Da da da da!"

As Chen Zhao raised his gun and swept across, countless bullets poured into the camp.

The next moment, countless screams and exclamations came from the camp, and the curtain of the camp was torn apart by bullets. Scattered Hamili warriors rushed out, but they only howled a few times, and then

Fight to the end.

"boom!"

A man jumped out quickly, holding a shield, and shouted loudly: "King Su has an order, kill Chen Zhao!"

Although this man was hidden behind the shield, Chen Zhao noticed at a glance that this man had a smooth and hairless head, a body like a giant bear, and he seemed to be young.

Do you think a mere shield can block Gatling's impact?

So Chen Zhao tapped the shield lightly and stopped paying attention, but continued to sweep across the warriors rushing towards him.

"boom!"

The impact of Gatling bullets is so powerful that the shield of a mere Hamili warrior cannot withstand it. In just a moment, the shield was blown to pieces. The big man behind the shield was also blasted into a hornet's nest, his flesh and blood exploded, and he looked extremely dead.

Tragic.

"In front of Gatlin, only distance is the best way to resist!"

Chen Zhao laughed.

Not just the big man who gave orders, all Hamili's warriors were destroyed by machine gun fire, or cut off at the waist, or their heads exploded into watermelons, or their entire upper bodies turned into hornet's nests.

All those who were hit by bullets fell to the ground and died. Only a few of them were shot in the limbs. Fortunately, they did not die, but lay on the ground and howled miserably.

Even though many of the warriors were extremely brave and skilled in archery, they were immediately frightened when they saw the news. Someone shouted "Monster", and a large number of warriors immediately fled back.

At this time, Chen Zhao also stopped shooting and continued to hold the Gatling gun and walk up the hillside.

Every time he took a step, the warrior in front of him took ten or a hundred steps back. By the time he reached the top of the hillside, the timid warrior had already retreated a hundred feet away.

And the countless tents around him all fell to the ground under the fire of Gatling machine guns.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, the ground was covered with vicissitudes of life, and he was the only one standing alone, as if the devil was alive.

Chen Zhao looked at the place where the warriors were gathered a hundred feet away. There were more than ten people in the middle, each with a menacing appearance. With just one glance, he could tell that they were all brave warriors on the battlefield.

A big Mongolian man in brocade robes is in the center, with eyes like hawks. Surrounded by warriors, he is covered by at least a dozen shields, leaving only one face exposed.

When Chen Zhao heard the bald man say "King Su has an order," he had already made some guesses. At this time, the man in brocade robes had a different demeanor and dress from the people around him, and he was even more certain in his heart.

He put Gatlin on his shoulders and shouted: "But King Hamilisu, Wu Nasili, is facing him?"

The big man in brocade robe stretched out his arms to defend himself. He was determined in his heart, with a meaningful smile on his face. He nodded slightly and said: "Master Chen, I heard that I came with you in a majestic way, so I have been waiting here for a long time!"

"Zhuang Zheng's sharp golden flag cannot stop you, Atayi's Hongliu Village was burned down by you, Wuyi Gul was destroyed by you, and you want to destroy my Huangluji. It is related to my Hamili's reputation, so I have no choice but to

I personally led my troops to greet him."

Chen Zhao laughed loudly: "It's so embarrassing!"

"I came to the Western Regions just to retrieve the Shu brocade that was kidnapped by Sekak. What does it have to do with you, Prince Su of Yuan Ting? Could it be that the horse bandits running rampant in the Western Regions are secretly supported by you, Prince Su, Wu Na Shili?"

"Hahaha..." King Su Wunasili laughed loudly and avoided answering. He just said: "I have five thousand elite soldiers here. If you can escape safely from my heavy siege, the entire Western Region will be a threat to you."
Chapter completed!