Zhu Fen looked at the archer and said angrily: "Who is this person? He has such exquisite archery skills?"
The officer on the side said: "It should be Zhang Yu, the second master of the chain village. This man is born with extraordinary arm strength. He has practiced archery since he was a child. After he learned the inheritance, his archery power is even more amazing."
I heard Zhang Yu on the sentry tower laugh loudly and shouted: "How dare a bunch of useless snacks come to invade my chain village? I'm listening to you all. If anyone dares to show his head again, don't blame grandpa for giving him an arrow."
Seeing that Zhang Yu had severely damaged his own momentum, the officer quickly suggested to Zhu Fen: "General, although the army cannot reach the mountain road, they cannot guard too many people on the sentry tower."
"With the general's skills, if he is willing to lead a team of elite armored soldiers into battle, they will definitely be able to knock down this stronghold."
He looked at Zhu Fen expectantly, hoping that this master who had understood the inheritance could lead the elite of the army into battle to kill the enemy and boost morale.
But after listening to the advice of his officers, Zhu Fen frowned.
He considered himself to be of high status and was naturally unwilling to rush to the front line in such a dangerous terrain when the enemy had a sharp archer.
"If I'm going to take action, what's the use of you guys?"
The officer said anxiously: "General, this is a situation that Chief Lin risked his life to open up. You can't act on impulse."
The long bow in Zhang Yu's hand trembled, and the arrows roared across the sky.
An officer stared wide-eyed as he watched Lin Xing walking in the rain of arrows: "A man of high skill is bold. A man of high skill is really bold."
Watching Lin Xing take one step forward, he slowly walked towards the village gate.
Listening to the excitement and admiration of his officers, Zhu Fen's face became increasingly gloomy.
Zhang Yu aimed at Lin Xing again in disbelief.
I saw a fire dragon rising into the sky, circling for a while before crashing into the village gate.
Object Control (51.3% at the first level) → Object Control (77.6% at the first level)
As the sound of bows continued to kill people, the chain village was not damaged at all, and the soldiers' mentality gradually collapsed.
Then he saw Lin Xing standing in front of the two armies, looking motionlessly in the direction of the chain village.
The next moment, Lin Xing was seen casually spilling a jar of fire oil, and then cast the Spiritual Fire Spell.
It's just that the terrain of Lianlian Village is too dangerous, and the soldiers can't take advantage of their numbers.
"In the end, walking slowly is the best. The location and direction of the arrow are easy to remember."
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and he quickly drew his bow and arrow again and aimed at Lin Xing.
On the other side, Lin Xing walked slowly towards the village, recalling the location of the next arrow in his mind.
Lin Xing thought about how he was shot to death time and time again, and thought to himself: "If you rush forward in a hurry, you won't be able to remember the position of each of the opponent's arrows, and it will be difficult to recover."
"Is there a magic archer?" Lin Xing looked at the steep terrain of Lianlian Village. He was worried that his practice of object control was too slow. He couldn't help but laugh: "I'll give it a try."
Then he saw that as Lin Xing thought, the ruler in his backpack had risen into the sky, flying around him like a swimming fish.
The officer on the side suggested: "General, let's quickly send troops to support while Chief Lin is opening up the situation."
With the blessing of a layer of object control, Lin Xing felt as if the ruler had become an extension of his arm, and his reaction, speed, and flexibility were greatly enhanced.
Another officer on the side swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Xing who was getting closer and closer to the wall. He couldn't help but sigh: "Every arrow is so close and dodged. What kind of courage is this? What's the speed?
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In the end, no matter how Zhu Fen urged the soldiers, they were unwilling to rush forward.
This time, he exerted all his strength and drew the bow like a full moon. The arrow was shot out with the sound of wind and thunder... but Lin Xing dodged it in advance again.
"How can it be?"
But something surprising happened to Zhang Yu. Almost as soon as he released the bowstring, the opponent ducked to the side, dodging his arrow as if he had predicted it in advance.
When Lin Xing, who was sitting in the carriage, arrived at the battlefield, he saw such a stalemate.
On the other side, Zhang Yu on the sentry tower had already pointed his bow and arrow in the direction of Lin Xing, and sneered: "Here comes another one looking for death."
On the other side, Zhu Fen and his soldiers were equally shocked as they watched Lin Xing strolling on the battlefield, watching Lin Xing so "slowly" avoid the opponent's three consecutive arrows.
Zhu Fen was even more confused after hearing this, and looked at Lin Xing as if he were looking at a fool.
At the same time, Zhang Yu's hand seemed to bring up an afterimage, and with each wave of the bow, four or five arrows shot out, like waves of arrows hitting Lin Xing.
Looking at the expectant eyes of his men, Zhu Fen said with a cold face: "Didn't you hear what Lin Xing said before he left? Don't send troops to follow him."
Once again, Lin Xing dodged the arrows fired by the opponent in advance, and Lin Xing thought in his mind: "Is there going to be a rain of arrows next?"
On the sentry tower, Zhang Yu looked at this opponent who had not been able to hit even a single arrow from the beginning to the end, and his heart became more and more anxious and uneasy.
Zhang Yu stood on the sentry tower, with a clear view of the entire battlefield, and suppressed the entire battlefield with one man and one bow.
Zhu Fen glanced at Lin Xing in surprise: "You want to try?"
Seeing that Lin Xing was still in the rain of arrows, he reached out and grabbed an arrow and threw it to the ground. The officer beside Zhu Fen couldn't help but praise: "I have long heard that Chief Lin is full of courage. He once attacked alone."
When the enemy captured the bandit leader, I originally thought it was an exaggeration, but after seeing it today, I realized what it means to be brave enough to win an army."
Lin Xing, however, remembered the last time he rushed towards the bandits in Wolong Mountain and was finally rescued by one of his own people.
So under Zhu Fen's order, the soldiers had to start charging again.
After a moment, Lin Xing's eyes showed a trace of exhaustion, as if he had experienced countless life-and-death battles.
He no longer just dodged, but used the ruler flying beside him to block some arrows that were difficult to dodge.
As Lin Xing got closer to the sentry tower, several more mountaineers took out their bows and arrows and pointed them in Lin Xing's direction.
He quickly warned: "I can do it alone, don't send troops to follow me."
Looking at Lin Xing walking over step by step, a trace of anger flashed across Zhang Yu's face. In his opinion, this was clearly a provocation.
At the same time, Lin Xing on the battlefield was getting closer and closer to the village wall after dodging several waves of arrows.
Because Zhu Fen had been leading his soldiers outside to suppress the rioters some time ago, this was the first time they saw Lin Xing's performance on the battlefield.
Then another gust of wind blew up, and the fire spread crazily.
Looking at the burning village, Zhang Yu's heart sank, knowing that the situation was over.
Looking at Lin Xing who was manipulating wind and fire, he understood that as long as this master was present, he would never be able to defend the chain village.
Zhang Yu thought of the old, weak, women and children left in the village, and he hesitated in his heart.