Chapter 422 Within the range of the ballista, I have the final say
Outside Beiyang City, on the sand hill.
The yellow sand is rolling, the north wind is howling, and the flag is fluttering.
Tang Ze, the captain of Nanguan Camp, was dressed in military uniform and wore a dagger on his head. He waved the flag in his hand, and the executioner in front waved his sword and chopped off more than a dozen kneeling prisoners.
On the top of the city, Shabuliji, the envoy of the Tulsi royal court, looked a little ugly. He was invited here. From the morning to now, he has beheaded hundreds of people. Looking at Prince Anguo, he still looks like he wants to continue killing.
The way it goes down.
It's really perverted. With such a large population, there are cattle and sheep one after another. The old man who just beheaded is worthless, but that fat guy can be exchanged for at least five sheep.
Fatty Zhao held his knife and stood on the side of Su Lu. He suppressed the feeling of vomiting in his chest and forced himself to stand up.
Looking at the blood in front of him, Fatty Zhao thought of the past when he commanded the army under his second brother. During the war, blood and flesh were everywhere. He had never been so unbearable. After a few years of peaceful life, he had become like this.
So weak.
Su Lu patted Fatty Zhao on the shoulder and asked Qingfeng next to him: "Look, that Thule messenger is about to vomit. Why do you still look like nothing happened? I haven't seen you fight many battles."
Qingfeng had a stern look on his face: "Hmph, these bastards who robbed people of their wealth and anointment deserve to die. I can't wait to eat their flesh, drink their blood, and vomit whatever they want, you weakling Thule Messenger."
Shabriji's face turned ugly: "Woman, I can understand Chinese. If you said bad things about me, apologize to me."
Fatty Zhao next to him also spoke up: "Captain Qingfeng, Shabriji is also an envoy of a country after all. It's not good for you to say bad things about people in person. It's better to apologize."
Qingfeng snorted coldly and glanced around Shabuliji: "Apologise, why are you apologizing? You are just a weakling. You have only killed so many people, and you are no longer good. If you are not a weakling, you are nothing!"
Shabuliji's face turned red. What's wrong with me? The fat man behaved much worse than me just now. Instead of talking about him, you came to insult me. This is simply unbearable.
"My lord An, are you just watching when you insult a foreign minister like this? Although the foreign minister is unbearable, he still represents a country. If I just walk away, it won't be of any benefit to your country."
Su Lu glanced at Shabuli Ji and said casually: "Then you can leave, or you can defeat her and let her understand that you are not a weakling."
Shabriji's eyes flickered: "Your Majesty, can I really challenge you?"
Qingfeng untied his cloak and threw it to Mingyue next to him. He clenched his fist and said, "Okay, come up if you want to fight. I want you to see the toughness of the women from the Central Plains. If you are a weakling, I still have objections."
Saying this, Qingfeng pulled out his sword and rushed towards Shabuliji with broken steps.
Shabuliji stood ready, his right hand holding the handle of the scimitar at his waist, his eyes fixed on Qingfeng's feet, his heart full of disdain, it was such a wishful thinking to win over me with such a sloppy little step.
The next moment, Qingfeng saw the disdain in Shabuliji's eyes, and the pace of his feet suddenly accelerated. He appeared in front of Shabuliji in an instant, slashed straight down with a single sword, and at the same time, connected with his feet, kicking Shabuliji's chest.
"You cheated"
Shabriji cursed angrily, raised his scimitar upwards, and tried to block the single sword attack. Two heavy kicks suddenly came from his chest. He kicked his body back several steps, and the scimitar in his hand was also kicked one after another.
The long knife flew away.
With his chest tight and his machete taken away, Shabuliji glared at Qingfeng. This woman was smaller in stature, but her strength was no weaker than his own. What was even more outrageous was her speed, which was so fast that she couldn't even see clearly.
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"Weak chicken"
Qingfeng looked at Shabriji and said with disdain on his face.
Shabuliji glared at Qingfeng, but after the fight just now, Shabuliji knew that he had many opponents for this young lady from Han Dynasty, so he did not dare to be arrogant anymore. Even the eagle on the grassland would retreat when encountering the ferocious big eagle.
Retreating does not mean that you are not a warrior.
Fatty Zhao stepped in and said, "Your Majesty, we have already killed so many people, so we should let the envoys from the Western Court see the sharp weapons of our Han Kingdom, otherwise they will not be willing to sincerely join us."
When Su Lu heard this, he glanced at Fatty Zhao and clapped his hands.
A dozen sergeants carried a ballista up from the city wall, and with a clanging sound, a ballista was set up between the battlements.
Shabriji was a little disdainful: "If this is your country's sharp weapon, I have already seen it. Isn't it just an enlarged ballista? It's not rare."
Mingyue took a few steps forward, pulled out the bowstring made of thick cowhide strings, and gave instructions: "Load the accurate arrows."
Two guardsmen carried a crossbow arrow as thick as an arm up the city wall and placed it in the barrel of the ballista.
"Send a signal"
The breeze sent orders to the city.
Tang Ze, who was under the city, waved his command flag, and in the distance, towards the Nanguan Camp, a flying bird took off with its wings fluttering.
It didn't take much effort before a goshawk was driven over by the birds.
At the same time, in the mountains and forests outside Beiyang City, groups of guards were interspersed, and groups of wild animals were driven out. Wild sheep, elk, hyenas, and wild boars were all driven out in a swarm.
Qingfeng held down the ballista and adjusted its elevation, her tone full of pride.
"First, let me show you our precise arrows. From a hundred feet away, we can kill a goshawk with one strike."
Shabriji glanced at the soaring goshawk. Under the intimidation of the flying bird, although the goshawk was approaching the city wall, the distance was still very far, more than forty feet. If he wanted to kill the goshawk at this distance,
Even the best shooter on the grassland can't do it.
"Buzz"
The sound of the bowstring breaking sounded, and the precise arrow pierced the sky like a black line, penetrated the goshawk circling in the sky, flew with the goshawk for a while, and then fell down and landed on the ground not far away.
"A group of injured arrows"
Mingyue continued to draw the bow string, and the bow string made of twisted cowhide made a squeaking and trembling sound, and the bow string was stretched to the maximum.
After a while, three guards came up carrying three round iron guys. The iron guys were full of spikes, thick and sharp, and shimmering with cold light.
Shabriji looked confused: "This, can this also be called an arrow?"
Qingfeng next to him had a proud look on his face: "Those who can kill people can be called arrows. They are rare and strange."
There were shouts and shouts from outside the city, and large groups of deer and sheep were driven over. Groups of guards surrounded the city. However, due to previous arrangements, they only dared to shout from the outside and did not dare to approach.
"put"
After a crisp shout from the top of the city, three group wound arrows were shot out, drawing an arc in mid-air and landing among the sheep, immediately bringing up a piece of flesh and blood.
A wild boar was hit by a group-wounding arrow and was directly broken into two halves. The group-wounding arrow rolled forward, leaving a bloody mess among the sheep.
Shabriji stared into the distance with his mouth open, his body shaking uncontrollably.
If those sheep were Thule warriors, most of them would die in one fell swoop from this wave of wounded arrows.
The sharp weapons of the Han people are becoming more and more powerful.
Fatty Zhao was also shaking a little. He asked Su Lu, "Your Majesty, what do you mean by showing this to the Tule people?"
Su Lu raised his chin: "Let him understand how powerful we are. I have the final say within the range of the ballista.
Why does the West Palace want to surrender now? If he doesn’t tell the truth, I don’t mind selling dozens of these ballistae to Wu Gu Tu, I think he will definitely be willing to buy it.”
