Three hundred and thirty-seven town three mountains thirty
After shooting the Ming Dy, Su Qilian silently counted thirty numbers in his mind and knew something was wrong. According to his estimate, he could only use half of the distance that could be reached in one hundred steps with one charge.
Then the sudden sound of horse hooves and the whistling of arrows confirmed his suspicion. The rain of arrows mixed with fire turned Ma Dayuan's hiding place into a sea of fire, and the torches lit in the twilight were driven by horses.
, connect the firelight into a line, and the line forms a circle, and in the circle are his brothers.
Wu Erlang, who looked around but could not find the figure of the little black charcoal, cut off the straps of the rhinoceros skin armor he was wearing with his backhand. The loud sound of the inner armor falling to the ground and the creaking and moaning of the inn floor made Jin, who was waiting for battle,
The state military attachés were all frightened, and then they all secretly speculated in their hearts the weight of the inner armor that should not have been so heavy.
Bearing a stele is a stupid way to break down Qinggong's body skills. It has always been scorned by those direct disciples of famous sects who have masters to guide them in advanced Kung Fu practice. However, it is highly praised by many people in the world who are like rootless duckweeds. The truth is
Simple, not everyone has a master who can point out mistakes and a large amount of money required for martial arts training expenses.
But how can anyone wear a piece of inner armor weighing dozens of kilograms while fighting for life and death?
Their faces seemed to turn red for a moment, and the crossbowmen among the Jinzhou military attachés who felt they had been underestimated once again did not hesitate to snap the swords of their crossbows. They were all military men with outstanding achievements, and they had fought in the Jinzhou border and grasslands.
The total gains made by the barbarians on the battlefield may be more than a thousand-man army.
But today they were underestimated by a bandit leader from Suzhou in this inn.
Only half of the arrows fired by Jinzhou's military attachés were not enough to seal the moving space beside the damn King Xiaoyaoshan, but when it came to dignity and face, these mostly elderly warriors felt personal anger.
This kind of anger made them not care about shooting a few more arrows at the thief, even though these arrows might not pose any threat to the guy.
As expected, Takejiro, who had removed the inner armor and was not restricted by the wire mesh, was able to deal with only half of the arrows calmly, without even using the short knife in his hand.
After holding the last arrow horizontally, he glanced at the arrowhead and threw it on the ground. Wu Erlang moved the arm that was hit by the arrow. Fortunately, he was able to exert 70% of his strength and could deal with these more sloppy state troops than Suzhou.
A lot of warriors are more than enough.
"Still not running for your life? Are you counting on your help from those who don't know what went wrong?" Takejiro, who was naked, took off the scabbard tied to his forearm and put the short sword back into the sheath, "I've touched it.
The man in the room is on the same journey as you? Why does he seem to be disobedient to the command and refuses to take action even after receiving the order? In the army, does he have to commit the crime of execution? "
Then a huge hole was broken in the old green tiles of the inn. Near the big hole made by Wu Erlang, crackling bricks and tiles were smashed down.
There are also dark shadows hiding their figures with broken bricks and tiles.
Even Su Qilian didn't notice it before Wu Erlang pointed it out. The Kalutai killer moved to the roof quietly. According to their original plan, they were unable to capture or kill him alive despite the silk mesh and poisonous three-edged arrows.
After killing the King of Xiaoyaoshan, the Kaolutai killer who had attached himself to the outer wall of the inn either used a blow needle to send the deadly poison into his body through the cracks in the wall, or he took advantage of their fight with Wu Erlang.
Then he broke through the wall and chopped off his head.
However, the King of Xiaoyaoshan, who has keen senses and is close to a demon, seems to have known the hiding place of the Gelutai killer from the beginning, forcing the young killer who has always been proud of his stealth skills to
The hand changed position.
The roof of the inn was originally an ambush for those vulgar warriors. After the silk net was cast, the few people jumped down and tried to kill the Xiaoyaoshan King, the sword and crossbow, with bows, crossbows and knives, who had clearly entered the palace along the way of martial arts.
...How can the extremely sophisticated means of Kaolutai be matched by these samurai's swords and crossbows?
....
The Suzhou elite cavalry, who tried their best to pursue the thickness of the formation and used half a centurion to form a three-row formation, were a little worried at first that if they could not widen the formation, they would be directly bypassed from the two wings by those dark and scorched evil ghosts. Although that
Master Tang wisely protected himself and turned around and ran away so far that he could not even see the horse's butt. But what if, if Master Tang was chased by these evil ghosts, even if he lost a hair, what would happen to these little pawns?
Not only was he a Suzhou Jingqi, he might also have lost his head.
How many heads can a person lose?
The fifty horsemen who had been recharging their strength were twenty steps behind Lord Tang Huai and Li Tang. The terrain where they stopped was low, so they could not see with their own eyes the actions of their comrades being killed and seized by these evil spirits in an instant. Seeing that
Most of them felt a little scared when describing the terrifying evil spirits coming straight at them. The previous achievements of these fifty cavalrymen were only to wipe out a small group of bandits in Suzhou. They said they were fighting, but in fact they were just one-sided massacres.
In the eyes of the cavalry, what is the difference between a bandit holding a pitchfork and a hatchet and a lamb waiting to be slaughtered? The only difference is that the former can exchange his head for some white silver reward.
"Calm down! Calm down! There are just a few people here and there, and it's not enough for fifty of us to wear our teeth. Why panic! What are you afraid of!"
The centurion who was the leader among the fifty people had a similar face and figure to Tang Huai Li. The horse under his crotch, which obviously had the blood of a prairie horse, shouldn't have been so strenuous to carry people at a trot. However, this man, as Tang Huai Li,
The Centurion, who was cultivated by his confidants, was very good at finding ways to gain access. He followed Lord Tang Huai and Li Tang all day long and worked hard at banquets and banquets. Even his belly was as round as a water vat.
This centurion is considered to be quite talented in the Suzhou army, otherwise he would not be able to hold the position of elite cavalry centurion that many people in the state army are jealous of. However, this centurion, who has been away from the battlefield for a long time, has obviously seen
The horses were approaching fiercely, and they were a little uneasy. While giving orders, they quietly led their horses to the rear of the formation.
"Crossbow! Crossbow! Shoot them to death!"
As if they had just woken up from a dream, the fifty knights finally remembered that they were not the ones who had emptied their quivers while wandering around the forest. There were still thirty arrows in the quiver beside them.
These ashamed knights took off their light crossbows and unloaded their arrows. However, in their daze for a moment, the evil ghosts on fast horses were already approaching less than a hundred paces away from them.
"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!" The anxious centurion pulled out the gold-encrusted sword from his waist and shouted, "hurry up and fire the arrow!"
When finally a rider hurriedly finished stringing the string, cocked the arrow, and raised the crossbow to shoot, his head was pierced by an arrow. The arrow went in from the eye socket and came out from the back of the head. Along with it, there was a splash of red and white brains.
In front of the rider behind him, the frightened knight behind him, who had never seen a dead person before, unintentionally pulled the light crossbow hanging knife in his hand, and the arrow shot out hit the horse in front of him on the buttocks, killing him.
The frightened horse raised its front hooves again...
Half of the centurions were carefully prepared to avoid being overwhelmed by a rush, but they were disrupted by an arrow.
The light crossbow, which was on the verge of collapse after shooting the arrow, was thrown away like garbage by Ma Dayuan. I don't know which small Suzhou weapons workshop made a light crossbow with materials that were worrying, but the bow and string were so worn out after thirty or forty arrows were shot.
,
Fortunately, it does not affect the accuracy too much. Even the hunters in Jinzhou may not be able to appreciate such a beautiful thing, let alone Ma Dayuan, who was born in Dagangying, Jinzhou.
Most of the crossbows they carried with them were burned by the fire, and the strings were broken and the bows were burned. The crossbows they modified were just firewood in the fire. Once burned by the fire, they became useless waste. They skimmed them to kill people and seize horses.
The light crossbow that was snatched at that time was in the hands of Ma Dayuan and the surviving military attachés of Jinzhou.
Only the knife.
The bloated centurion was still roaring and trying to stabilize the formation of his men. Fifty horses and forty-nine people were still alive, facing the burning evil spirit so close at hand.
Calmness and composure when suppressing rogue bandits.
After all, a lamb to be slaughtered and an evil spirit who chooses people to devour are completely different things.
The cavalryman, who barely held his mount and the arm holding the sword, trembled with trembling hands and trembling lips as he tried to swing the sword at the oncoming ferocious evil spirit.
Then his head was cut off by Ma Dayuan together with his knife.
Even though Ma Dayuan's sword was nearly a foot shorter than the one in his hand, even though the mount under the former's crotch was already at the end of its crossbow, even though the old military attache's body was on fire and had been hit by several arrows.
But even if the deputy scout of Daganying had only one breath left, killing a Suzhou cavalryman who had never been in battle would not be more difficult than killing a chicken.
A veteran soldier who was forged through many battles at the border of Jinju.
Suzhou Jingqi who have never been in battle.
The result is not difficult to predict. After killing more than ten ordinary cavalrymen like melons and vegetables, Ma Dayuan focused on the fat pig-like centurion who was trying to escape on horseback. His weight made the centurion who should have traveled two to three hundred miles a day
The horse, which was nothing to worry about, was caught up by Ma Dayuan's horse, which had rolled its eyes and was frothing at the mouth. After the knife in the back failed to cut through his body armor, the next knife that followed pierced through more than three layers of manure.
The first thing that spilled out of Fat's neck wasn't even blood, but yellow and sticky grease.
The hill-like corpse on the horse slumped down and made a loud noise. Ironically, the relieved horse finally ran away with all its hooves.
Seeing that the official was dead, the thirty or so Suzhou Jingqi who were still alive all fled in all directions like birds and beasts, leaving only two people who remained motionless in place.
"The killer of Kalutai?" Ma Dayuan raised his hand to wipe off the blood splattered on his face and asked hoarsely. Under the hooves of the two horses were the two corpses of his colleagues.
"That's right." The cavalryman, whose face was covered by a large cloak hood, actually spoke with a woman's soft voice that could make ordinary men soften to the bone, "Do you have any last words?"
The other rider, whose face was covered by the hood of a large cloak, did not open his mouth.
If Kalutai can help them kill Wu Erlang, then it can also help the state officials to kill them...
Ma Dayuan suddenly figured it out.
Unfortunately it's too late.
"Leave your mother behind."
He cursed these words with all his strength, then jumped up from the horse with his sword raised.