Chapter 433: Magical power at the snap of a finger
Wanyan Yingge looked at the mighty three troops approaching, and her pretty face turned pale with fright. Murong Fu smiled gently at her to express relief.
Murong Fu looked at the chaotic team in front of him and was in no hurry to take action. Yingge said anxiously: "Master, at this distance, their bows and arrows can already reach the village."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Let's make a bet that none of them can hit the top of the wall with an arrow."
Although Wanyan Yingge had never been through a battle due to the favor of her brothers, she also knew that at this time, the Jurchen warriors below could shoot hundreds of arrows with just one salvo. Unless a miracle happened, Murong Fu didn't care.
His expression made her feel at ease for no reason, and her frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and she smiled: "Okay, what are you betting on?"
"The loser has to do something for the winner, what do you think?" Murong Fu said with a relaxed smile.
Murong Fu's relaxed expression made Wanyan Yingge completely relieved and she regained her lively nature: "Okay. But you are a great hero, a true hero who can kill tigers with your bare hands. What can this little girl do for you?
What's going on?"
Murong Fu smiled narrowly and said: "When I win this time, if I get drunk again at the celebration party, I hope that Miss Yingge will take care of me like last time."
Murong Fu's words made Wanyan Yingge instantly recall the last time she let Murong Fu rest his head on his thigh after he was drunk, and suddenly her pretty face turned red. However, their Jurchen women were far more bold and forthright than those from the Central Plains and Han Dynasty. Faced with this,
The person you love never coy, so when he heard Ai Lang's suggestive teasing, he boldly raised his face, met the other person's gaze with watery eyes, and said boldly: "Okay!"
Murong Fu laughed "haha", and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, they were already married, had eaten, and met countless people. He was no longer the one who made a big blush after being teased by Li Qiu Shui.
Brother Chu.
"Okay! Let's keep an eye on it then!" He said, pinching a few pebbles from the bag and holding them in his palm.
While talking and laughing, the Jurchens below finally formed a team. As Murong Fu expected, these people faced the open village gate and hesitated for a while. No one dared to take a step forward, and there were more than a hundred steps away.
Despite the distance, every word of the three leading men's words reached Murong Fu's ears. Murong Fu also sneered when he heard the remarks of several people who were thinking about dividing the spoils after the war even before they even wrote their horoscopes.
After a moment, the middle-aged Jurchen bent her bow and arrow, and shot an arrow straight towards Murong Fu's heart.
Murong Fu's hands were hidden in his sleeves at this moment. He gently pinched a small stone, interlaced his middle finger with his thumb on his right hand, and then flicked it. The stone was like an arrow from the string, and it went straight towards the speeding arrow.
The incoming sharp arrow made a crisp "crack" sound, like a firecracker exploding.
A strange scene happened. The pebble, which was only the size of a fingernail, collided with the flying arrow. After the collision, the two fell at the same time.
Wanyan Yingge stood beside Murong Fu and saw the scene clearly, covering her mouth in surprise.
The force of a stone bullet can actually compete with a sharp arrow. This scene is simply unbelievable. There has always been a saying that "generals are afraid of an inch of iron." This inch of iron refers to this bow and arrow. An arrow shot from this distance cannot be shot unless the person is wearing a
Iron armor, otherwise the one caught will die, hence the saying.
"This, this is the trick that the young master is talking about?" Wanyan Yingge said.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's just a kid's thing."
Wanyan Yingge was amazed: "Can you teach me this?"
Murong Fu smiled: "Okay, wait until I take care of these people below."
This is a gadget that Murong Fu combined with the Xiaoyao sect's method of luck. It is much simpler than Tong Lao's method of throwing pine cones and producing death talismans, but it is enough to play with here.
Already.
Well, how about calling it the magical power of snapping fingers?
One arrow failed to succeed, and soon, the Jurchen leader named Shi Hu shot another arrow. Murong Fu followed suit and knocked down the arrow halfway with another pebble.
Dead silence, deathly silence.
Facing this strange scene, all the Jurchen soldiers below were stunned for a while.
Murong Fu said to Yingge: "Tell them, Wanyan tribe is blessed by the gods, and the two arrows just now were a warning from heaven. If they dare to be rude again, God will punish them by blowing the head of the person who shot the arrow."
Got it!"
Murong Fu's Jurchen dialect was limited to a level where he could barely communicate with words and gestures. It was too late to express such a complex message, so he could only let Wanyan Yingge speak.
Wanyan Yingge smiled and understood Murong Fu's intention of pretending to be a ghost, so she walked forward, leaned on the railing and loudly repeated what Murong Fu had just said. Because she used too much force, her pink face turned red.
Although Yingge's words were not loud, they clearly reached the ears of the three leaders standing in the front row. The expressions of the three leaders suddenly changed, especially Shi Hu, who had just shot two arrows in a row. When he heard these words, his face flushed.
"He turned pale in a flash.
Although the Jurchens are brave, due to their living habits, they are often prone to thinking in weird directions about things that are beyond their knowledge, and they are convinced of them. In their eyes, they have not seen the things on the tower at all.
The two of them took action, but the arrow they shot fell down without warning, and it happened twice in a row!
"Have we made the gods angry by attacking the Wanyan tribe? I said we shouldn't have been instigated by that guy Zhelibu and came to be enemies of the Wanyan tribe. What should we do now?"
The young man who had just vowed to steal Yingge and make her his woman was now playing the pipa involuntarily with his legs, and his voice was trembling as he spoke.
Yi Shilie's face was livid at the moment, and he didn't know what to do with this situation. The situation where two consecutive arrows missed just now naturally clearly fell into the eyes of the Jurchen warriors present. Many Jurchens outside the Shihu tribe didn't know what was going on. At this time,
Already the booing started loudly.
"Shi Hu, don't you usually claim that the most ferocious mountain tiger can't withstand your arrows? Why can't you reach these few steps?"
"Hey, the stone tiger is not a real tiger after all. It just shows its teeth and grins to scare people."
Listening to the constant taunts, Shi Hu's eyes were on fire and he shouted: "That's enough!"
With this roar, the turbulent scene calmed down a little.
Shi Hu looked at the man on the tower who had brought him great humiliation and lost his face, and cursed angrily: "I don't care whether you are blessed by gods or what, I will tear off your head today!"
As he spoke, he placed three arrows on the bowstring.
The young man's eyes lit up when he saw it: "I've long heard that Brother Shi Hu's stunt of arrows is unparalleled in the world. He can shoot three arrows at a target at the same time, which is irresistible. Are you going to see this stunt of Brother Shi Hu today?"
Murong Fu listened to the singing of the two generals below and shook his head helplessly: Some people just don't give up until they reach the Yellow River.
Murong Fu threw three pebbles to meet the oncoming sharp arrows. This time he used his inner strength, and the three pebbles were like three sharp knives, breaking through the three arrows, and the remaining momentum remained.
It hit Shi Hu's armor, and the huge force knocked him off his horse, and the bow and arrow also fell to the ground.