This arrow, which was unexpected by everyone present, went straight to Zhang Wu's head. It was obvious that his accuracy was good. Several crossbow-wielding soldiers were stunned and also fired their crossbows.
In an instant, five or six arrowheads with a cold light were shot at Zhang Wu, who had just finished loading the gun head. The latter casually deflected the previous few arrows, and then held one of the arrows slightly off the center of the shaft and threw it.
on the ground.
At this point, Gao Yanei, who had no room to look back, had no choice but to order a volley of fire, and several sharpshooters standing on high places also loosened their grips.
However, Zhang Wu was just dancing with his spear, and the long and thin spear shaft acted like a giant shield in his hand. Whether it was a cavalry crossbow or a sharp shot from a high place, they were all blocked three feet away from Zhang Wu.
The surrounding soldiers knelt down half-kneeling to facilitate continuous firing of crossbows. The exquisite design allowed the user to maintain continuous fire for a long time without expending more strength and time. Unlike these people, one strike from a high place
The marksmen who missed the target did not take action hastily, but silently adjusted their positions, took the armor-piercing arrows with smaller and sharper arrows, and waited for the moment when Zhang Wu showed his flaw.
The soldiers were still firing crossbows, and the clothes on Zhang Wu's body clung to his body with the violent movements, revealing that the muscles in his body were still knotted like the roots of an old tree.
At this age when an ordinary old man would have been leaning on a cane or lying on the bed to survive, Zhang Wu is still as strong and vigorous as a brave young man.
The ground with a radius of one foot around Zhang Wu was covered with broken arrows. The initial quiver of the crossbow warriors had been empty for a long time, and now the second group only had less than five arrows left per person.
The sharpshooters at high places shot several more armor-piercing arrows, but none of them succeeded. All the arrow paths seemed to have been seen, dodged or deflected, and not a single arrow could touch even Zhang Wu's clothes.
Seeing that his arrows could not hurt the old man holding the gun at all, the men gradually became numb, and their movements gradually became mechanical, cocking the crossbow, cocking the bow, and nocking the arrow.
Several Gao family priests carefully kept a sufficient distance this time. The leader was still the four-story martial artist who was knocked unconscious twice. The two huge bruises on his forehead were particularly eye-catching. The same was true for the other people.
The crossbow slowly advanced through the gap.
There was a moment of stagnation in the spear dance, and several Gao family worshipers seized this rare opportunity. They said it was a worship service, but in fact it was no different from the nursing home of a wealthy family, and their status in the house was only lower than that of the lower house.
If you want to stand out if you are taller,
It is more difficult to get promoted in the army than by meritorious service. You can only rely on the recognition of Gao Yanei.
There is a huge opportunity right now.
At the same time, arrows also fell from high places, and the sharpshooters also seized this momentary opportunity.
There are feathered arrows on the top, and warriors are surrounding and killing them below, with scattered bows and crossbows mixed in.
Zhang Wu was almost trapped in a certain death situation.
Just when Gao Yanei thought that the overall situation was decided, Zhang Wu moved, and all the arrows fell into the air. The warriors who came forward to kill were knocked away. Zhang Wu's gun still seemed to be still in place, but the gun moved with incredible force.
The speed roared towards Gao Yanei!
The gun shot faster than a flying arrow and stabbed straight into Gao Yanei, who had no time to react. There was no fancy extra movement, just a simple straight thrust.
The only one among all the worshipers who could react was the fourth-floor martial artist. He roared loudly and stepped forward with a knife to block the incoming shot, but was directly penetrated through the shoulder.
The shadow next to Gao Yanei moved, crawling on the ground in a strange posture. Zhang Wu, who had never had time to put away his gun and defend himself, drew a knife from his lower abdomen with a vicious force.
But Zhang Wu still didn't put away his gun, and kicked the dead man back to the ground, and the latter's short knife also flew out diagonally.
At this moment, no one around Gao Yanei could block this shot.
The gun was pointed upwards at Gao Yanei on horseback. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the gun. The gun penetrated the dead soldier. At that moment, the dead soldier twisted his joints in an unimaginable way from Zhang Wu.
He broke free from his feet and caught Zhang Wu's shot with his chest.
Gao Yanei stopped the movement of the soldier who was about to step forward and squeezed out a smile:
"The Zhang family's gun is well-deserved, and I have realized it today."
The few priests of the Gao family who had been knocked away earlier gathered around him with red eyes. If there was something wrong with Gao Yamen, with the general's methods, they would not have to live.
The only one who was relatively calm at this time was Liu Quan. After all, he was the one who had just escaped from death. At this time, he smiled bitterly and said to Zhang Wu:
"Why don't you put down the gun first? It's quite tiring to hold it all the time. If we have anything to say, let's discuss it carefully. There's no need to use swords or guns."
Just when everyone thought that Zhang Wu would definitely ignore it, the gun was actually put down. The dead soldier's body slid to the ground with the drooping barrel of the gun, and slowly spread out on the ground.
A shocking red.
Gao Kan could hardly hold back the anger in his heart. Who was he? The son of a third-grade official in the current dynasty, the local magistrate and county magistrate would be a shorter general when they met him. His life was threatened by a martial artist who was messing around in the world.
Once. This humiliation was unbearable for this young man who had been pampered since childhood. His chest was heaving. If Zhang Wu's spear point was not still within reach, he would have ordered his men to break it into pieces at all costs.
Thousands of corpses.
There was such a big commotion this time. Not only did Zhang Wu not be captured, but also a soldier assigned by the imperial court to protect his father died. If we still go back empty-handed...
Gao Yanei, whose thoughts were racing, said to Zhang Wu who was still silent: "I was indeed rude earlier, which is really disrespectful. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhang." After that, he leaned over slightly.
Make a bow.
"Oh? Mr. Gao brought dozens of people to shoot arrows in front of my Zhang family. Is he just being abrupt?"
"Haha, my men can't help. They hit the tip of the spear and are looking for death. It's ridiculous." Gao Yanei almost broke his teeth when he said this, and he couldn't maintain the remaining posture.
"Then I'm being reckless. It's a pity that for such a dead soldier, there must be only a few of the officials in Dayao who are worthy of personal protection, right? Tsk, tsk, it's a pity, it's a pity, how can I bump into him."
Gao Yanei, who had struggled to maintain his composure on the surface, had fire in his eyes and wanted to eat the old thing in front of him alive.
Just when the situation on the field was at a stalemate, a horse came galloping towards him. Regardless of his superiority or inferiority, he whispered a few words into his ear. Gao Yanei, who already had a very bad expression, stared at the horseman who had brought the news and became angry.
Ji. The man named Qian Cai took advantage of the unpreparedness of the middle-aged cavalryman and several others to escape today. The former faced him during the chase and suffered unclear injuries. He was still beaten by this man.
People fled into the mountains and forests, but it was difficult to find traces.
Every word was heard by Zhang Wu, whose five senses were far beyond ordinary people's. This disciple's ability to run away was something even he, a master, would give a thumbs up for.
Zhang Wu, who watched the change in Gao Yanei's expression with relish, smiled knowingly.