Yuan Feng held a bow tightly in his hand. This was a hard Turkic bow brought by Deng Ziming from the Western Regions. It was extremely powerful. He judged the direction and strength of the wind, and as expected, he fully drew the bow, raised the angle, and shot out a bunch of carved feather arrows.
, shoot as soon as the cue is full, no need to deliberately aim, the enemy's formation is very dense, every arrow can hit the target.
The Turkic cavalry also began to fire back with arrows, but on the fast-moving horses, the hit rate was greatly reduced. Arrows continued to fly past Yuan Feng with a whistle. He still stood still and calmly and quickly poured out the remaining arrows in the pot.
Twenty-six arrows were shot out.
The formation of the Turkic cavalry was forced to open a gap by Yuan Feng's shot. The Turkic elite cavalry, which has always been famous for its cavalry and archery skills, actually had no success in the face of an infantry archer. Not only did all the arrows it fired failed, but they were also caught by the man.
After a few arrows came back and knocked down a few more people, the cavalrymen ran closer and closer, and simply drew out their scimitars and took Yuan Feng's head straight.
Yuan Feng also threw away his bow and arrow, and was pulled out by a long knife from behind. His knife was different from the Turkic cavalry's scimitar. It was a straight, narrow-edged long knife in the style of the Central Plains. It was three feet long and gleaming with cold light.
Extremely sharp. Yuan Feng tore the hem of his clothes into long strips of cloth and wrapped the handle of the knife around his hand. He stared at the nearest cavalryman. When the enemy came roaring towards him, he dodged and dodged the scimitar's chop.
, he slashed the cavalryman in half with his sword.
The second cavalry rushed up, then the third, the fourth, and countless cavalry rushed over from all directions. The light of the scimitar flashed into one piece. No matter how high Yuan Feng's martial arts was, he was still an ordinary person. Even if he was not
Even if he was hacked to death, he would be trampled to death by random horses. With a twist of his body, he jumped onto the nearest horse. He didn't know when there was a dagger in his left hand, and he inserted it straight into the waist of the cavalry, and then tore the body away.
After being pushed off the horse, he clamped the horse's belly with his legs and galloped forward. Countless knives were slashed at him from the left and right sides. Yuan Feng swung his sword and plucked it randomly. The sound of gold and iron mixed with the neighing of the war horse and the roar of the knight merged into one.
Only Yuan Feng closed his lips and remained silent, constantly blocking the incoming weapons. Those Turkic cavalry were very skilled in equestrian skills and their sword skills were ruthless, but they were surprised to find that this Han boy's equestrian skills were much better than those of the Turks.
They were even better. They were riding on a bumpy horse as if they were walking on flat ground. Their legs did not have to step on the stirrups at all. Instead, they were moving around on the saddle, dodging the weapons that were slashed and stabbed from all directions.
I tried to fight him alone, but I couldn't get any advantage. Instead, he hacked several people to death.
"Kill his horse!" Someone finally woke up and immediately raised their swords and guns. Yuan Feng's horse fell to the ground with a scream, but Yuan Feng jumped onto another horse with great flexibility, stabbed the knight to death, took the horse and continued to fight.
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It was a fierce battle. The whole battle was carried out at a gallop. Yuan Feng grabbed a spear in his hand, stabbed and slashed, knocking people off their horses from time to time. He fought all the way, and he killed many people.
There were fifty or sixty people, and some were gradually falling behind due to lack of power. There were fewer and fewer enemies around Yuan Feng, but his physical strength was also getting less and less. His tightly closed lips had been opened, and he was breathing in the air. Those
The Turkic soldiers were not much better, but this unexpected defeat made them extremely angry, and they would kill Yuan Feng even if they spent their last drop of blood.
I don’t know how long I ran, but Yuan Feng’s horse finally gave out and fell to the ground with a long hiss, throwing Yuan Feng far away. He adjusted his body in the air and was still standing when he landed.
The long sword had already cut dozens of gaps, but it still shone with a cold light. It was worthy of being the treasured sword that the only sword had ever used.
The horses of the Turkic cavalry are not much better. Although the physical strength of the horses is much higher than that of humans, their mental strength is far behind. If they do not stop to rest, these horses will probably be scrapped. Moreover, Yuan Feng has already fallen off his horse.
The cavalrymen dismounted and formed a semicircle to press towards him, waving their scimitars.
Yuan Feng suddenly smiled, smiled contemptuously, pointed at the other party, raised his little finger, and shook his head. The meaning of this gesture could not be clearer. Those cavalrymen were also real men. They actually stopped and just let
A bearded guy stood up to fight Yuan Feng.
The little plan was successful, but the situation is still quite critical. There are twelve enemies in front of them. Even if they come one by one, it is quite laborious. Although these people's martial arts are not as good as those of martial arts masters like Du Yi Dao, they are tall and strong and can fight.
Their rich experience and determination are unmatched by those horse thieves. It seems that this group of people is determined to fight to the death.
The bearded Turkic cavalry made a few false strikes with the scimitar, and rushed up with a loud roar. Yuan Feng also roared and came forward. The two knives collided in the air, creating a long string of sparks. Yuan Feng screamed in his heart, this guy
The strength was too great and it was difficult to restrain him, so he had no choice but to use all his strength to fight in close quarters. He bullied him and used a long knife to slash the opponent's waist hard.
A string of sparks flashed across, and the opponent's shirt was actually lined with chain mail. The bearded man took this opportunity to slash Yuan Feng in the chest.
Yuan Feng was slashed several steps away, and the clothes on his chest were torn, revealing the leather breastplate underneath. Six layers of Qizha's breastplate were cut through, leaving only a thin layer.
The onlookers cheered, and the bearded man smiled proudly, stretched out his little finger and shook it at Yuan Feng. Although the knife did not hurt the flesh, it shocked the blood and made Yuan Feng miserable. He only felt the blood in his chest.
Overwhelmingly, he swallowed back the blood that surged to his mouth, stared at the bearded man fiercely, brandished his knife and said, "Come again."
The bearded man sneered, and rushed up with a lunge, slashing down one after another with the scimitar. His sword was heavy and fast. Even though it was just the simplest move, there was no flaw to be found. Yuan Feng was beaten and could only parry.
Unable to fight back, the cavalry cheered again and shouted "Inzak, Inzak" rhythmically in Turkic language.
Yuan Feng backed away again and again, and finally fell to the ground out of energy. The bearded man rushed towards him with a ferocious smile. Unexpectedly, Yuan Feng grabbed a handful of loess and threw it towards his head. In the gap where the beard stretched out his hand to block it, Yuan Feng's long knife was used as a chest.
Stabbed over.
Although the chain armor is powerful, it only has the ability to defend against cutting force and some arrows. It is not good at protecting against such close-range sharp blade stabs. The bearded man was stabbed by the knife and felt a chill in his heart. Both of his eyeballs were numb.
It bulged out, and he looked at Yuan Feng in disbelief. Yuan Feng stretched out his legs and kicked him in the chest. He pulled out the long knife and stood up, looking at the remaining eleven Turks who had been stunned.
Bing said: "Who comes next?"
The Turkic soldiers looked at the bearded corpse and then at Yuan Feng, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. After a moment, they suddenly roared and rushed towards Yuan Feng.
What's going on? Didn't we agree to do it one by one? Yuan Feng complained in his heart. The combat effectiveness of these Turkic soldiers was quite strong, and it was already a bit beyond his endurance. This martial arts requires constant fighting with strong opponents. If it is always
When fighting against weak opponents, his kung fu will also decrease. Since his uncle's death, Yuan Feng has only been sparring with the brothers in the town. The lack of decent opponents for a long time has caused his level to decline. Facing eleven eating
He was overwhelmed by the Turkic soldiers, who were as fierce as gunfire. He was exhausted and in a state of disarray. His leather armor was slashed seven or eight times, and he was wounded in several places. However, he was able to kill five of the opponents.
Yuan Feng is so tired. From the morning of the fight until now, he has not touched his teeth. He has spent the whole time running for his life and fighting. The same is true for these enemies. Until now, the main focus of the fight is mental strength.
Yuan Feng was sitting on the ground, holding his sword and panting. In the distance were six Turkic cavalry who were also panting. They were exhausted from the fight and no one wanted to move anymore.
The other party went to the war horse and brought a kettle and a bag of dry food. They started eating and drinking there, but Yuan Feng had nothing to do. He could only watch others eating and drinking, and the blood from his head would flow down from time to time to cover his eyes, letting him see.
I couldn't understand anything. As soon as I stopped, the secretion of adrenaline stopped, and the pain from the wounds on my body came over. It was heart-breaking pain. These were real wounds pulled out by knives. They were much worse than the ones my uncle used to whip with a stick.
The scars that came out were much more painful.
After resting for a while, Yuan Feng felt even more tired, his throat was as dry as fire, and his arms were as heavy as lead, but his will was as hard as steel. The devil training he had done when he was a child finally showed its effect. Those Turks
The cavalrymen were still sitting cross-legged on the ground, breathing heavily, while Yuan Feng had already stood up and walked towards them with a steel knife full of gaps.
The Turkic soldiers quickly stood up unsteadily, holding scimitars and preparing to parry. At this time, the sunset had already set, and a blood-red sunset cast their silhouettes on the vast land for a long time.
The wind howled like a wolf howling. These Turkic soldiers with high noses and concave eyes looked at Yuan Feng as if they were looking at a vicious wolf. Their hundred-man team chased him for a whole day, but they just couldn't catch up with him.
Guy, he killed and injured dozens of people, even the captain got involved. Who is this Han Chinese boy with an unspectacular appearance? Why is he so powerful? How can these six soldiers not feel chilled when facing such a mysterious opponent?
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Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves, which was the follow-up cavalry. The six soldiers were immediately shocked and formed a defensive formation to protect the horses to prevent Yuan Feng from grabbing the horses and escaping.
Twenty more Turkic soldiers came. When they saw the corpse on the ground, they all screamed in shock, and then shouted something angrily, probably to capture Yuan Feng alive. Twenty of them got off their horses, and ten of them took bows and arrows.
, ten people holding spears slowly gathered around.
I'm really going to die here this time. Yuan Feng thought to himself, I didn't expect to die in such a useless way. If I met my uncle at the foot of the spring, I wonder how he would punish me.
Alas, just die. A real man will die one day, but he must die heroically. He cannot let these barbarians take him lightly. Yuan Feng made up his mind. Before the enemy's formation could stand still, he mustered up his last strength and lunged forward with a roar.
Going up there is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep.
With a few whooshes, Yuan Feng was hit by four or five arrows in the chest. He didn't even dodge, he rushed straight into the enemy group, grabbed a spear and poked the two people in front of him into candied haws, and then pulled another one away.
The spear was thrown suddenly, nailing an archer to the ground.
The Turks also became red-eyed and swarmed forward, attacking with swords and guns indiscriminately. Yuan Feng was surrounded by them and could no longer dodge or block. He could only kill, kill, kill mechanically.
The setting sun watched this brutal scene of killing in the horizon, and finally couldn't bear to watch it and sank.
A whirlwind blew by, yellow sand fluttered, covering the blood-soaked ground, and a figure with more than a dozen arrows on his body walked slowly, walked, and finally fell down.
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In the dark of night, a group of cavalry came to the place where Yuan Feng and He Min broke up. They looked around anxiously for a slender woman wearing a veil, but there was no figure of Yuan Feng, only corpses on the ground.
"It's here that we separated. You must find him." The woman's voice was soft and sweet, but it carried an irresistible majesty.
"Your Highness, it's already dark, so it's not convenient to search." said an old general with a white beard.
"I don't care about that, I must find this person anyway." The veiled woman called Your Highness said coldly.
The old general did not dare to say anything, so he asked people to hold up torches and examine the corpses on the ground, hoping to find some clues.
"Turkic wolf cavalry!" the old general exclaimed, "these pursuers are actually wolf cavalry. Your Highness, that man can't be alive."