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Chapter 110 Under Shule City (1)

"Woooooooo!" A desolate horn sounded at the top of Shule City. Since the news of Pianzhou City was lost five days ago, Ittihad has completely closed all the city gates.

However, only the north gate is blocked by huge rocks. You cannot defend the city to death. The terrifying atmosphere of being isolated and helpless will often greatly destroy morale.

Therefore, in this era, the city defenders often need to send troops to fight within the city. Even if the situation fails, they have to go out of the city to conduct sneak attacks or harass them.

In the distance! Countless big flags seemed to appear from the sky. The dense crowd instantly covered the sight of Shule City soldiers. And between these flags and Shule City, a group of more than thirty cavalrymen were entangled.

Dou.

To be precise, one party is running and the other is chasing, but the chasing person is careful, and the running person turns back and shoots an arrow from time to time.

A green horse suddenly slowed down, and the knight on the horse immediately seized the opportunity to take aim with his bow.

"Boom!" The tail feathers of the galloping arrows are like flexibly swinging fish tails, pushing the iron arrows to fly towards the target!

‘Ding dong!’ There was a crisp sound, and the arrow hung on the target’s armor but failed to break through it. As the horse jolted, it quickly fell to the ground.

The cavalryman who shot the arrow couldn't help but sigh. Cavalry shooting sounds like a very common word, but in fact it is a skill that requires strength and experience.

Even a veteran like this knight needs to slow down at the right time to aim at the target, and even so, the hit rate will not exceed 30%.

But it was such a good opportunity that the arrow he shot hit the target, but it failed to break the armor.

"Damn it, you must be wearing a treasured armor. When I kill you, it will be mine!"

Of course it's Baojia. Bai Congxin smiled proudly. This is the iron ring-lined armor made under Zhang Erlangjun's personal instruction.

This kind of armor gives up the protection of the limbs and is specially used to protect the core area. It is a bright and dark armor. There is nothing visible on the surface, but the internal defense is very good.

Boom! Boom! The horse jumped forward with all its strength. Bai Congxin used this momentum to quickly pull out an arrow from the side of the scorpion. This was an armor-piercing arrow specially used to break armor.

Longer and sharper than ordinary tapered arrows.

"Boom! Boom!" Bai Congxin shot two arrows in succession, and the first arrow flew past the heads of the Karakhan cavalry in the distance.

The knight who had just shot Bai Congxin was stunned and smiled proudly. If the arrow had been lowered just a little bit, the leather helmet on his head would not have been able to block the arrow.

However, the smile on his face had not disappeared yet, and there was another whistling sound, and then a chill came down his back, he had been hit by an arrow!

But fortunately, he also wore a piece of armor on his upper body, and the strength of the horse bow could not be broken... Poof!

Knight Karakhan was about to say that he couldn't break the armor, but a sharp pain came from his back, and then quickly spread all over his body. Under the severe pain, a cold feeling also hit his limbs, and he spurted out from his mouth.

There was a stream of blood foam.

What a sharp arrow!

What a stiff bow!

With his final sigh, the knight fell off his horse.

Just after Bai Congxin shot and killed the Karakhan Ranger Captain, almost all the rest of the Youyi Army's light cavalry also gained. Their horses are the best, and their armor is also the best and lightest in protection.

Zhang Zhao collected this from Li Shengtian's inventory, and also made it himself with You Yijun in Yaotougang these days. Although his Youyi Army only has twenty-two riders, its equipment is definitely the most jealous of everyone.<

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At the top of Shule City, a look of confusion flashed across Ittihad's face.

He just saw that it wasn't that the rangers on his side couldn't defeat the rangers on the opposite side, but that the bows in their hands, the armor on their bodies, and the horses under their crotches were just incomparable to those on the other side.

Those who can be equipped with the best armor weapons and war horses must be the elites of the Khotan Kingdom. They have few cavalry, which makes them even more valuable.

But..., is that evil pagan king Li Shengtian crazy? Instead of uprooting Esquesa Castle first, he came directly to attack Shule?

This is not a routine!

Ittihad looked towards the northeast corner. He could have released all the 1,500 light and heavy cavalry in his hands. If Li Shengtian dared not to attack Esquesa Castle, it would be equivalent to having a bullet in his heart.

Nail!

Then these 1,500 cavalry are likely to have a miraculous effect.

"Hey Ho! Hey Ho!" the majestic trumpet sounded, and the overwhelming army in the distance was getting closer and closer. Ittihad could even see the pictures on their flags clearly.

Not surprisingly, most of them are the swastika flags representing Buddhists, the red, white, black and brown flags used to mobilize troops, and the recognition flags with the surnames of generals written on them.

The Karakhanids who fled to the city in a hurry were running around the city wall, because Ittihad had blocked the north gate, and there was a deep moat to the east, so these riders could not enter the city at all.

Ittihad was just about to ask someone to open a few small doors to respond. A clear copper whistle sounded, and about twenty crossbowmen suddenly walked out of the Khotan army. In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired. Those on the city wall

The scurrying Karakhan Rangers fell down a large area in an instant.

There was another brass whistle, and another hail of arrows flew in. There was no need to respond. Almost seven or eight rangers were all shot to death within thirty or forty breaths.

"What they are holding is not a bow. It should be a peach stone crossbow. Otherwise, no matter how hard the long-tip bow is, it will not be able to shoot the target at this distance."

A general said loudly to Ittihad, this is another confidant promoted by Ittihad after Hassan left his body alive and dead.

"Adumu, do you think General Hassan and the warriors who died outside Jiashi City were killed by such crossbow arrows? Could it be that the Gaochang Uighurs have chosen to side with the Khotanese!"
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Ittihad asked hesitantly. Now he felt more and more that there was something wrong with the so-called servant Gu Fengen of the Gaochang royal family. But before Adumu could answer, there was a sudden noise not far away.

It turned out that on the side facing Ittihad, countless people wearing thick clothes, who looked like farmers at first glance, began to carry soil from everywhere, apparently preparing to fill in the moat.

There are some people building walls in the distance, and people carrying wood to make engineering equipment, showing no intention of stopping.

The people protecting these farmers turned out to be only a group of about seventy or eighty soldiers. They set up seven or eight noodle-shaped shields, carried several long guns, and could vaguely see some crossbows.

"Your Majesty the Emir! Let me lead an army to attack! These Khotanese are so arrogant, seventy or eighty of them dare to form an array in the city!"

Adum came from the Samanid dynasty of Persia, so according to the custom of eating, he called Ittihad, who was of Samanid ancestry, emir.

"It's okay to fight for a while! But don't be too vindictive. Our most important task is to defend Shule and wait for the return of the Great Khan."

Ittihad looked at the endless crowd opposite and ordered softly. He also felt that he should go out and try it out.

Because although the Khotanese people seem to be coming in an endless stream, they still have to figure it out if the main force of the army is not present.


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