C244 Farmers' Army

"One move."

"Two moves."

"Three moves."

"Four moves!" Jia Mu was full of fighting spirit, "I want the second one!"

"Give up …" I brushed Zhui Ming's half-length mane.

Qin Zhen's wrist shook, and the silver spear flew away. The long knife drew close to the Gun pole, and with the help of its galloping horse, it slashed horizontally into Zhang Bai Jun's chest