Bows and arrows are only suitable for medium and long distance combat.
Because whether it is bending the bow, setting an arrow or aiming, it takes time. With this skill, the enemy would have rushed up and hacked the archer to death.
The Yema tribe's army rushed to the wall of the village and fought hand to hand.
"Bang bang bang..."
With loud noises, the strong men of the Mustang tribe put their huge shields on the wall, creating a slope, and then rushed up crazily.
The defenders behind the wall drew their sabers and slashed wildly while the enemy was still on their feet.
In the blink of an eye, the two armies were fighting each other crazily.
There are 800 foreign troops defending a 500-meter wall without any reserves. Once the enemy breaks through, they need to rely on the defenders of the inner wall to kill them, and the credit of the foreign troops will be doubled.
For example, if ten enemies break through the wall defended by the foreign army and are shot by Constantine's direct warriors on the inner wall, the foreign army's head credit will be reduced by twenty.
At this time, Lan Ling finally saw the incredible power of his uncle Suo Mo.
He jumped directly onto the wall of the village without any fixed defensive position. If there was a crisis in any section of the foreign army's defense line, he would immediately rush there.
In short, wherever he went, he was completely invincible. And his speed was extremely fast, like a strong wind.
Under his sword, there is no half-matched enemy. No matter where he cuts the sword with his hand, the enemy will definitely die.
His figure was like a fallen leaf blown by a strong wind. Wherever it was swept, there were countless casualties.
Because his strength is so amazing, once he is hit by him, the whole person flies out directly, and flies out in two pieces.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
Suo Mo's figure quickly shuttled back and forth in the direction of the foreign army. Wherever he passed, all the corpses flew everywhere.
Now, Lan Ling finally knew why the soldiers of the foreign army were so malnourished and had such great military exploits, and why they were able to hold the line of defense.
It turns out that Suo Mo is a real killer on the battlefield, existing like a bug.
In just a few moments, he had no idea how many enemies he had killed.
Chief Constantine looked at this scene with confusion. Suo Mo was really unbelievable on the battlefield. Using him to break through the enemy's direction was basically unstoppable. Using him to defend the line of defense was basically impregnable.
He is not killing enemies at all, but harvesting lives.
It's a pity that this man is too proud and upright, and it is impossible for him to obey Constantine.
Moreover, he was too strong, so with Suo Mo squatting there, Constantine was not even seen in the eyes of the foreign soldiers.
Du Yan also looked at his adoptive father Suo Mo with a complicated face.
His talent is very high, his martial arts is also very high, and his cultivation is improving by leaps and bounds every year. Therefore, he usually has the illusion that his martial arts will catch up with his adoptive father's, and it won't even take long for him to catch up with his adoptive father.
Somo.
But whenever this moment comes, he will clearly see the gap between himself and his adoptive father Suo Mo.
What is even more painful is undoubtedly the chief of the Mustang tribe!
He was also very fond of Suo Mo's reputation, but when he actually saw it, he couldn't help being shocked.
The opponent was really like a wild beast on the battlefield, running rampant and sending corpses flying wherever he passed.
This was his strategy to focus on attacking the defense lines guarded by foreign troops.
However, at this time, under the slaughter of Suo Mo, this line of defense became particularly difficult to defeat.
"Father, we must stop Suo Mo." His daughter said, "Otherwise, it will be difficult to break through the enemy's wall."
"I'm going!" The chief of the Mustang tribe suddenly pulled out his sword and rushed to the front line of the battlefield to fight with Suo Mo.
"boom……"
For a moment, it really seemed like a comet hit the earth.
There was a loud noise, and the two men's swords clashed wildly.
The sound was really like thunder and thunder, covering up the sounds of the surrounding battlefield, making people feel that their eardrums were about to be penetrated, which was extremely painful.
This is a real collision of forces.
The two masters didn't have any tricks at all, they just used their strength to chop and blast each other desperately.
Where the two men were fighting, the ground cracked inch by inch.
The strong wind blown by the sword almost cut people's faces.
In the wild world, force is respected, and those who are not strong in martial arts cannot be chiefs.
There is no doubt that the chief of the Mustang tribe has very strong martial arts skills.
But...he was still not Suo Mo's opponent, and was slightly at a disadvantage.
But even so, he still successfully entangled Suo Mo.
His army began to attack the foreign army's defense line frantically.
At this time, the responsibility of checking for leaks and filling them fell on Du Yan. He shouted loudly and wildly struck back and forth with his sword.
He goes wherever the defense line is in danger, and wherever it is about to be breached, he goes there.
"I come!"
Suddenly there was a loud roar.
A warrior from the Mustang tribe, as majestic as a mountain, rushed out and fought with Du Yan.
He is the son of the chief of the Mustang tribe and a famous young master within a few hundred miles.
He was still no match for Du Yan, and was at a disadvantage, but he was still able to entangle Du Yan, making him unable to help the foreign troops hold their direction.
"Ning'er, lead the men and charge forward!" the chief of the Mustang tribe roared.
Now, the two masters of the foreign army are entangled, and they have the best chance to formally attack this weak line of defense.
Suddenly, twice as many enemies rushed up, frantically charging through the 500-meter defense line of the foreign army.
The casualties of the foreign army brothers increased rapidly, and the pressure on the 500-meter defense line instantly increased, making it precarious.
Once they cannot hold their own defenses and Constantine needs to send troops to support them, the foreign troops will be severely punished after the war.
This situation has rarely been encountered before. The enemy's chief personally came to fight with Suo Mo, leaving him to fill the gap in the entire defense line and unable to help the foreign army brothers in defense.
Now, Suo Mo is entangled, Du Yan is entangled, and Dina is not here.
Constantine's eyes turned cold and he wanted to send troops to support the foreign troops, but he had already made a decision in his heart on how to punish the foreign troops.
All were flogged, and a hundred people were singled out and branded on their faces. The daily food supply was again reduced by 20%.
If you can't defend your own defense, you will be punished. Don't blame Constantine for being ruthless.
As for the Mustang tribe's selection of the foreign army's defense line as its key offensive target, that is none of Constantine's business. He only cares about the results.
At this time, one of the foreign troops must step forward.
Lanling stood up!
He suddenly stood on a high ground.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
He shot arrows even more crazily.
In his hands, an ordinary strong bow turned into a group-shooting crossbow.
Every time it was a crazy flurry of arrows.
What's even crazier is that each arrow targets a different target.
Continuous arrows are not very rare. Many archery masters in the wild tribes can also shoot Continuous Arrows.
But a dozen consecutive arrows can basically only aim at one, or at most two, targets.
As for Lanling, one arrow targets one target.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
His arrows shot out like a torrential rain.
The arrows are not missed, each arrow takes away a person's life.
Throughout the entire defense line, wherever there is danger, there are Lanling's arrows.
In just a short moment, the pressure on the entire defense line was greatly reduced.
Many brothers from the foreign army were surrounded by two or three enemies, and the swords were already swung in front of them. Their heads would soon be split open, and they felt certain to die.
But in the next moment, the enemies in front of him were shot to death by arrows.
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe discovered Lan Ling. First her eyes lit up, and then she said coldly: "Kill him!"
Suddenly, dozens of warriors from the Mustang tribe rushed towards Lanling like crazy.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Lan Ling's archery speed accelerated again, hitting almost crazily.
Now his speed has increased to four or five arrows per second, which has reached the extreme of madness.
Dozens of warriors were getting closer and closer to him, with ferocious faces, eyes full of murderous intent, and swords slashing wildly.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Lanling's arrows, a shocking succession of arrows, crazily harvested their lives.
This group of warriors from the Mustang tribe rushed forward one after another, like wooden stakes, dying one by one in front of Lan Ling.
When the foreign military brothers nearby caught sight of this scene, their hair stood on end and their scalp went numb!
God...
There is such a gorgeous archery skill and such a heaven-defying shooting skill in this world.
So amazing!
Almost no one can get close.
Ninian, who was watching the battle from behind, almost felt suffocated.
At this time, Lan Ling's continuous arrows were so fast that he had to use mental magic to see them clearly.
The bodies that died in front of Lanling were almost piled up like a hill.
At this time, Ninian even felt hot flashes between her legs. This kind of crazy killing was so shocking.
Chief Constantine also opened his eyes wide and did not blink for a long time until his eyes were dry.
It was a complete massacre, a crazy massacre!
Lan Ling's martial arts was far different from Du Yan's, but in terms of the speed of killing enemies, he far surpassed Du Yan.
Constantine was even a little short of words and didn't know how to express Lanling's battlefield performance.
If we use the language of the earth, it is still the same word, bug on the battlefield, reaper of death.
When Suo Mo was entangled, Du Yan stepped forward.
When Du Yan was entangled, Lan Ling stepped forward.
He was even more defiant as he single-handedly relieved most of the extra pressure on the foreign army's defense line.
Constantine could not imagine how many people he would be able to kill at medium and long distances if he led Lan Ling in a charge.
Lanling on the battlefield is really almost unsolvable.
At this time, Constantine even began to think that if he really married Ninian to Lanling and made him loyal to him wholeheartedly, he would be completely invincible on the battlefield. Who else in the nearby tribes could resist Constantine's army?
Right now, Lan Ling's role on the battlefield has surpassed that of Du Yan.
Yes, his martial arts skills are countless times worse than Du Yan's, but as long as he doesn't get close, Lan Ling is a complete killing machine.
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The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe almost exploded, and her scalp was numb.
It's crazy, it's terrible.
How could there be such a monster in this world?
He was just one person, and he slaughtered her soldiers so crazily.
There is no doubt that the soldiers of the Mustang tribe are brave and not afraid of death, so countless people rushed to Lanling, and the corpses piled up into a hill in front of him.
But in the face of such crazy massacre, everyone felt numb and frightened.
Totally a god of death!
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe even wondered, does this monster not need to aim? Is there anyone in the world who shoots arrows without aiming?
Especially at such a close distance and with such a fast moving target, he had no chance of missing a target.
Now, she had no choice. She gritted her teeth and made a decision.
"Berserker, up, up, up!"
The Mustang tribe was at their wits end and took out the last trump card of the Mustang tribe.
Every inch of these berserker bodies is covered with a layer of metal scales, making them completely invulnerable.
This is the real trump card of the Mustang tribe. It belongs directly to the chief. It was originally intended to be used as the final attack force to kill the warriors around Constantine. It was used to decide the outcome with one blow.
However, now that the outer wall has not yet been broken through, the Mustang tribe's trump card is about to be used.
Following the order, hundreds of berserker warriors from the Mustang tribe rushed forward crazily.
Each one holds two swords, as fast as lightning. Each one has metal scales on their body, like a ferocious monster.
"Aw...aow..."
They roared, screamed, did not dodge at all, and rushed forward like a broken bamboo.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Lan Ling's arrow hit these berserker warriors, only knocking them staggering, sparking a string of sparks, and then the arrow flew directly out.
Some arrows even broke.
This is the berserker, a heaven-defying berserker, with metal scales all over his body, making him invulnerable.
Lanling's arrows were all made of iron or even bone. There was no way they could penetrate their metal scales.
Every inch of his body is covered with scales.
So Lanling shot them in the head.
But sparks still shot out, and the arrow broke and flew out.
Every berserker wears a sturdy helmet on his head.
Trouble! The danger is really coming!
The Mustang tribe actually used these most elite berserkers on the defense line of foreign armies. Originally prepared to fight against Constantine's army, now they were used to fight against foreign armies.
Once they were allowed to rush forward, the foreign army's direction would immediately fall apart and be directly broken through, with numerous casualties and casualties.
Suo Mo roared and tried his best to kill and repel the chief of the Mustang tribe, and escaped to stop the attack of these berserk warriors.
but……
The chief of the Mustang tribe and three tribal generals, a total of four people surrounded Suo Mo and fought in a completely lifeless manner.
Lan Ling looked at the berserker who was getting closer and closer!
There are hundreds of berserkers, and they must not be allowed to rush forward, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
At least half of the brothers from the foreign army will die.
Lan Ling gritted his teeth and bleeds. He must overdraft and use his trump card.
In an instant, Lan Ling used his mental power crazily, almost to the point of overdraft.
Suddenly, in his perceptual world, the speed of time kept slowing down.
The Berserker who was charging so fast now seemed to be moving in slow motion.
Then, Lan Ling used his mental power to lock their eyes one by one!
That's right, the eyes are the only flaw of these berserker warriors. The rest of their bodies are invulnerable, and only the eyes can be shot through.
But how small is the eye socket area of the helmet? Moreover, the target is moving quickly, so it is not easy to lock on one, let alone many targets.
Therefore, Lan Ling's mental power is completely five times or ten times overdrawn!
Then, an even crazier and more stunning scene appeared!
Lan Ling continued to shoot a barrage of arrows crazily.
But this time the target turned out to be the eyes of every berserker, the eyes hidden in the helmet.
The diameter of the eye socket opening of the berserker helmet is only about one inch.
Moreover, these berserkers move very fast.
Lan Ling still fired a rapid succession of arrows, and then like lightning, he shot each arrow into the hole in the helmet, which was less than an inch in diameter.
Each arrow is shot from the eyeball and directly penetrates the entire brain!
He started killing the berserkers. He was actually killing the berserkers! The invulnerable berserkers!
The chief of the Mustang tribe's eyes were about to burst, and his heart was almost bleeding.
This is the most elite and ace power of the Mustang tribe. It is so difficult to cultivate every berserker. Every berserker can fight one against ten, or even against dozens.
At this time, he was being shot and killed crazily by Lan Ling.
The daughter of the chief of the Mustang tribe felt as if her scalp was about to be opened, her body felt cold and trembling.
"This, this is not a human at all, this is simply a monster! Under that beautiful face of his, there must be a monster!"
Then, she roared, drew out her two swords, and charged towards Lan Ling!
Even if they die together, she will kill this monster Lan Ling!
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