Gao Yanei left angrily with the embarrassed offering and the soldiers who had fired all the crossbows. Before leaving, Gao Yanei glanced back at Zhang Wu, who was still standing majestically in front of the door with his gun in his hand, showing no expression.
After looking at each other with Gao Kan, Zhang Wu took off the gun tip and carried the gun shaft back to the Zhang family's house from the middle door. As the middle door slowly closed, the old warrior finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Breathing heavily.
In fact, Zhang Wu's victory in this battle was not as easy as it seemed. Those crossbows alone caused him great trouble. No other martial artist of the same level could deal with the rain of arrows calmly.
Jin also seemed weak under the dancing spear. This one-style marksmanship, which was specially used to deflect arrow rain on the battlefield, had no idea that it would have such a decisive effect today, but Zhang Wu did not expect it.
In the final analysis, Gao Yanei was conservative and tried to injure Zhang Wu with a crossbow before ordering his soldiers to swarm him. This gave him the opportunity to intimidate him at close range.
The most dangerous part from the beginning to the end is the dead soldier. If Zhang Wu had to fight for his life, he would have to retreat for three points. However, his ability has not been used to 50%, so he can only risk his life to block the blow from Gao Yameni, who is entrusted with the task.
Although the death of the gun was aggravating, the soldier died protecting his master, so it can be regarded as a well-deserved death.
"Reviewing" the details of each battle in his mind is Zhang Wu's habit after every life-and-death fight. With an outnumbered enemy, the most important thing is how to win the final victory with the minimum loss, and the result does not have to be significant. He once
I heard that there was a general in Dayao's army who could control every centurion like an arm and a finger. He knew the abilities of every lieutenant under his command. He was like a swarm of ants devouring an elephant when he was his enemy.
He watched helplessly as his subordinates were being eaten away bit by bit, but there was nothing he could do.
The same is true for the Zhang family gun. If you can only fire one shot to kill the enemy, you will never fire a second shot.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wu had someone beside him to help him tap a few acupoints, which had a relaxing effect.
Chen Shi, who was still holding his hands, was now covered in the iron scale armor assigned by Dayao General. He had two quivers and a bow. When Zhang Wu swung his gun to sweep away the rain of arrows, the arrowheads had been aimed at Gao Yanei's throat several times.
, but Chen Shi never waited for the signal to fire the arrow. According to the two people's previous plan, if Gao Yanei was determined to go all the way to the dark side, then it is no wonder that another life was killed by Chen Shi's arrow. At worst, he would become a bandit.
Just find a hilltop to settle down.
However, it was completely different from the plan of the two of them. Zhang Wu actually fought his way out alone to kidnap the general named Gao.
Chen Shi was unexpected.
"Old Zhang, it's your fault." Chen Shi complained, "It's not as good as I can shoot an arrow cleanly. How can the Gao family's kid still be able to jump around for so long? Do you need to go up and show off as a hero by yourself? When you are old, you will still be able to do it.
This kind of virtue is so damn stubborn." As he spoke, the strength in his hands became stronger, and it seemed like a punch.
Zhang Wu listened silently to Chen Shi's chatter. At the same time, he opened his chest and exposed the soft armor that fit the inner garment. He dared to face the crossbow directly, so naturally he couldn't rely solely on the gun.
Old people at this age always cherish their lives.
The accuracy of those cavalry crossbows seemed to him to be ordinary. The real threat came from high places. The three sharpshooters who were originally Dayao soldiers had a frighteningly accurate grasp of the timing. Two Zhang Wu traces
Even the slightest breath was caught, and then three arrows were fired. Although Zhang Wu was still able to block it, it actually took ten percent of his strength to stop it. If it had been anything else,
A martial artist in the same realm will inevitably bleed on his body.
Fortunately, those sharpshooters missed a single hit, so it was thought that this level of timing would be difficult to cause damage to Zhang Wu. If they happened one after another, it was still unknown whether he could escape unscathed.
"Has everyone retreated?" Zhang Wu calmed down and asked.
"That's roughly it. When they arrived at the county government stables, they all rode out of the city gate, and Dashi was there to keep an eye on them."
"According to Gao Yanei's temperament, he will leave two piles in the city. Even if it is disgusting, we should be more careful in the future."
"It's easy to say, they are just a few minions. What kind of trouble can it cause if the real owner is gone... But there is still a pool of blood on the door of your house. The body was taken away, so you have to wash it, otherwise
What if I scare a timid person to death?"
"That's right." It's just that Zhang Wu had no intention of getting up, "I have been working hard to kill for so long, how about you? You are standing by with Zhang Gong to watch the fun, why do you need to talk about such a trivial matter?"
After pouring a basin of water and cursing, Chen Shi walked to the door of Zhang's Mansion and looked around for a while. It was probably not time yet, but there was still no one in the streets and alleys. The broken arrows scattered on the ground were all covered up by those holding crossbow armor.
The soldiers recovered the arrows used in this cavalry crossbow. The arrowheads were sharpened from material selection to forging and shaping. It took at least ten days and sometimes two months. They strived to be reusable many times and the cost was relatively high. Compared with the nomadic tribes in the northern grasslands,
The benefits of cutting wild wormwood to make arrows are naturally quite different.
It’s just that Chen Shi was just about to spill it
The man with well water in the basin felt something was wrong the first time he saw the pool of blood. He had been on the battlefield and was most familiar with human blood. However, after a while, the color should not be so dark and the smell should be stronger.
Just rush it.
Chen Shi, who leaned down, stretched out a finger to dip the blood that was about to clot, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then tapped it lightly with the tip of his tongue.
Bah, Chen Shishi spit out his saliva and his expression turned cold. This is not human blood, it is clearly pig blood!
"No wonder." Zhang Wu stroked his snow-white beard, thoughtfully, "No wonder there was something wrong with his hands when he was shot. It turned out to be a method of pretending to be dead, but it could be so fake that it was real. This dead man was also quite unlucky.
It’s easy.”
At the same time, Gao Yanei's cavalry team was traveling to the mountain road outside Qishan County. The corpse of the dead soldier was hastily wrapped in a piece of cloth, drained of the bleeding blood, and tied to the horse's back with a rope. After all, it was to save Gao Kan.
He risked his life, and when he was in a good mood, he could just find a coffin and bury him in the ground. However, no one dared to go up and ask the ashen-faced Gao Yanei what to do, so the body just kept bumping on the horse.
Next to the corpse was an ordinary cavalryman with a low status in the group, so he had the hard job of taking care of the corpse. Suddenly there was a smell of burning, and when he was wondering where the barbecue came from in the mountains and fields,
Flames had already burst out of the cloth wrapping the dead man. When the group of people stopped their horses, the flames were already half a foot high. The horses carrying the bodies felt the heat on their backs and began to become irritable and restless.
The corpse of the dead soldier was removed into a fireball.
However, where can we find water sources to extinguish the fire in the mountains and wilds? The thirst-quenching water I carry with me cannot suppress the fire at all, and hitting it is ineffective. The corpse of the dead soldier burns like a torch, not like flesh and blood, but is splashed with oil.
The wood is somewhat similar.
The flames gradually extinguished, and all that was left was black smoke and crumbling charcoal. Several cavalrymen covered their noses and stepped forward to find something to wrap, when they heard the indifferent voice of Gao Yanei: "
Just dig a pit and bury it, it's just a piece of trash, there's no need to spend so much time on it."
When the cavalry went away in front of a new little bumpkin, a pair of bloodshot eyes on a tall tree hundreds of steps away from the mountain road witnessed all this, and then turned around and left, their figures rising and falling in the forest.