The Strongest Male God System

Chapter 735: Shuttle In The Long River

All the bullets hit Zhou Yang's body.

The firing pin hit the empty gun several times, and the gunner knew that the bullet had finished.

He threw the gun violently, took out a dagger from behind his waist, and rushed towards the blond female teacher.

Saint Izumo stood beside Zhou Yang, his face unchanged.

Changed to someone else, got a dozen shots, and was dead.

But Zhou Yang is no one else.

Sure enough, Zhou Yang coughed in the next moment.

"Ding Dong!"

The bullets that got into the body were squeezed out by the muscles and fell on the ground with a crisp sound.

There was not even a trace of blood on the bullet.

The masked man was silly, and subconsciously took off his mask, staring at Zhou Yang in amazement.

Zhou Yang laughed and kicked it out.

"Kacha!" The gangster broke his arm instantly.

The dagger was kicked off and sank into the ceiling.

Zhou Yang is another extremely hot whip leg.

The body of the gangster flew up and hit the wall fiercely.

He spit out blood and passed out into a coma.

"Call the police!" Zhou Yang said to the jaw-dropping female teacher in English.

Then he pulled Izumo and rushed towards the window.

The female teacher and the children screamed instantly.

Their classroom is on the fourth floor.

"Wow!" Zhou Yang and Izumo broke through the glass window and fell to the ground.

"Real person!" Izumo shouted out in the air.

Could it be that you just die like this?

The next moment, Izumo's eyes were dark, and only a white light source remained in his field of vision.

The light source suddenly became larger, and Izumo felt that he was being torn apart by a strong suction.

He rushed forward and found that he had returned to the magical space.

Zhou Yang looked at him with a look of concern and asked, "Holy One, are you okay?"

"A real person! You are really a real person!" The Izumo saint laughed and cried again in a blink of an eye.

The cloth robe on his body is already in tatters, as if buried in the tomb for thousands of years, it may be weathered into a handful of ashes at any time.

Zhou Yang has nothing to say.

According to the statement on the yellow silk cloth, he was able to take the saint to and from different places, which has confirmed his identity.

But all this is a bit weird.

"If you insist on thinking so, I have nothing to say." Zhou Yang shrugged, "I am really not a real person."

Izumo coughed violently a few times, and took out a second kit from a close position.

"How many do you have?" Zhou Yang asked, covering his forehead.

Izumo did not answer, but carefully opened the second tip.

Another piece of yellow silk cloth.

The general idea is...Since the second kit has been opened, it means that the successor Izumo has not been wiped out, but has found a real person.

Real people can overcome the double constraints of time and space.

After reading the content on the tips, Zhou Yang and Izumo looked at each other.

"Across the double **** of time and space?" Zhou Yang whispered to himself.

"Real person, look!" Said Izumo pointed to a picture in front of him.

Zhou Yang frowned and watched carefully, raising his eyebrows slightly.

"This is... Ming?" Zhou Yang was stunned.

The costumes of the characters in the picture obviously do not belong to modern society.

"Yes... Ming!" Izumo's voice trembled.

Zhou Yang understood immediately.

Calculated by age, Izumo should be Akito.

"Why are there pictures from other times?" Zhou Yang couldn't figure it out.

And what exactly is this space?

"Real man, can you... take me there?" Saint Izumo was full of expectation.

Ming, that was his time.

"Then let's go!" Zhou Yang took the wrist of the saint Izumo and plunged into a picture that was not modern.

The pain was more intense than the last time, and the saint Izumo was like being knocked out.

Zhou Yang never let go of him.

The eyes lit up.

They rushed out.

"Real person, not good!" Izumo exclaimed in exclamation.

Zhou Yang looked around, stunned.

Behind them is an ancient city with two large characters on the main entrance: Yingzhou.

In front of them, there are assault cavalry all over the mountains.

"It's Taroko!" Izumo gritted his teeth.

He looked at the charge cavalry on the opposite side, and then at the city behind him, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Twelve years of Zhengde, great victory in Yingzhou!"

Zhou Yang is historically blind and completely ignorant.

Izumo quickly whispered in his ear.

Zhou Yang suddenly realized.

In Ming Dynasty, in the twelfth year of Zhengde, Ming Wuzong Zhu Hou photographed Yingzhou and used his body to lure the enemy and defeat the 50,000 army of the little prince of Tatar.

Zhou Yang is full of excitement.

He actually participated in the process of history.

Although it all seems so absurd, there is no logic.

However, thousands of troops are charging towards the city, this cannot be faked.

The Ming army above the city is almost the same as in many historical dramas.

A fierce siege is about to begin.

According to Izumo, the Ming army won this battle.

And the majestic general standing on the head of the city should be the Ming Wuzong in history.

"Who is in the city? Avoid it quickly!" a military academy shouted at Zhou Yang.

Up to this moment, Zhou Yang's heart was still filled with incredible.

"Real man, let's go!" Saint Izumo said.

"Since it's here... just help!" Zhou Yang's eyes burst with brilliant light.

"Go on my back!" Zhou Yang squatted slightly.

Izumo only hesitated for a second before jumping on Zhou Yang's back.

Zhou Yang turned around and shouted at the general on the city under the banner of "Governor General Military Commander", "Zhu Huzhao, I will give you a victory!"

This voice shocked everyone on the tower.

The commander frowned slightly.

Who the **** is it? Has revealed my identity?

The next moment, with the gaze of more than 60,000 people on both sides, Zhou Yang rushed forward for more than a hundred meters, leaped high, and slammed his hands to the ground.

At the same time, the secondary wave increase was launched.

"Boom boom boom!"

The forwards of the Tatar cavalry had rushed to a position less than one kilometer away from Yingzhou City, and immediately entered the range of bow and arrow defense.

However, the ground trembled suddenly.

"Earth Dragon! Earth Dragon turned over!" The soldiers on the city pool exclaimed.

Yes, the two towering ditches spread out from the position where Zhou Yang's hands touched, and they reached the feet of the cavalry in the blink of an eye.

"boom!"

The ground shakes suddenly several times violently.

For a moment, people turned their backs on their backs, and almost all of the Tatar's forward cavalry fell into the sudden pit.

Zhou Yang put his hands around his mouth and opened his mouth suddenly.

But there was no sound.

"Well!"

Another group of war horses stood up, pedaling on their front hoofs, and instantly crooked, with blood flowing from their ears.

Zhou Yang deafened the horses of the Tatar cavalry with a secondary wave.

"This..." Not only the Ming army above the city, but even the Tatar soldiers were dumbfounded.

A group of cavalry got off their horses and knelt to the ground, yelling at Zhou Yang, and kept kowtow.

"The whole army will attack and wipe out the Tartar!" With a wave of the Ming Wuzong flag on the tower, the city gate opened wide and the crowds swarmed out.

At the same time, two other troops appeared from both sides of Yingzhou City and joined the strangling team.

"Let's go!" Zhou Yang smiled, carrying Izumo on his back and rushing forward to the left.

In this way, he disappeared out of thin air in the gaze of the soldiers.

The Ming Wuzong on the tower was stunned.

"Heaven...the gods descend to earth!"