The two heroes compete for victory, and the loser flees; the winner is glorious, and he cannot capture the fleeing enemy, and he is very depressed.

In any case, the gambling war came to a conclusion, the two sides ceased fighting, made peace, and there was a glimmer of hope for an end to the war.

Unfortunately, Satan's gang did not achieve their intended goal and struck again to provoke a new round of war.

The sheep-eyed angel, assigned by Satan, landed in the battle between the two armies, disguised as a warrior and a powerful gunman, and appeared in the ranks of the Nocs in the eastern city, looking for a suitable agent.

It was none other than the archer, Noyin, the thirteenth son of Lamech, who was distinguished by his ability to shoot arrows, and was recognized by all as a warrior, in essence a noble and brave fighter.

At this time, Noyin stood tall and surrounded by a band of strong, shield-wielding warriors, who followed him into the land, from the banks of the great rivers in which the water was fast.

When the sheep-eyed angel found him, he stood beside him and said to him in winged words: "Noyin, you thirteenth son of Lamech, will you hear my story?" If you have the courage of a warrior, you will shoot a flying arrow at Mazsam on the side of the enemy, and you will win honor and gratitude for it, before all the people of Dongcheng, and especially before the deserter, and if he will see with his own eyes the war-thirsty Massamu, shot down by your feathered arrows, and lying pathetically flat on the pyre, you will be able to get the glorious spoils out of his hand before others. Come, take a stance, and draw the bowstring at the noble Maassamu, and hurry! But do not forget to pray to the Almighty, that when you set foot on the land of your homeland and return to your native Far East, you will give him a solemn sacrifice with the firstborn lamb. ”

The words of the sheep-eyed angel robbed him of his wisdom. He immediately took out his sharpened bow, which was taken from the horn of a wild goat, and when the rock sheep came down from the stone wall, he sent a sharp arrow into its chest, and that time, he was disguised, hid in the stone wall, and pierced the goat's chest with an arrow, and knocked over on the rock face. The horns on the goat's head were sixteen palms long, and a skilled bowsmith tied them up, polished the surface to a polished surface, and attached them with rings of gold.

Noin put the corner of his bow against the ground, bent the bow frame, and put the string on it, and some men put their shields in front of them, and they were brave companions, in case the warlike soldiers of the western city suddenly rose up and pounced on him before he could shoot Maazam with arrows.

Noyin opened the lid of the pot and pulled out a feather feather, which had never been used before, it was a flying arrow that caused pain.

He moved quickly, put his deadly feathered arrows on the bowstring, and prayed to the Almighty, promising that when he set foot on the land of his homeland and returned to his homeland in the Far East, he would offer him a rich sacrifice, the firstborn lamb.

When he had finished praying, he opened his bow with luck, and clenched the string of the arrow and the tendon of the ox, the string of which was close to his chest, and the iron arrow touched the shaft.

Noyin drew his weapon into an arch ring, the huge curved bow roared and groaned, the strings sang, and the feathered arrows flew out against the sharp heads, and with rage, they roared and pounced on the crowd in front of them.

However, the angels who protected Massamu did not forget him, much less neglect their duty to protect him.

He was now standing beside Maessamu, offering him the blessing of valor, and fending him off the arrows that bite the flesh.

He moved the arrow away from his flesh, moving it with dexterity and lightness, like a light breeze without a trace, like a mother who chases away flies, removing distractions for her sleeping child.

The angel himself struck and directed the feathered arrows to the gold tie, and the buckle intersected the two halves of the breastplate where they overlapped.

The sharp and merciless arrow smashed into the sturdy knot, pierced through the finely woven strips, broke through the beautifully crafted breastplate, and approached the armor tied to the inner layer, which was the most important armor on the strong man's body, to protect the body and block the impact of the spear.

The arrow drove straight in, picking open the flesh of the strong man, and Massamu's body let out a thick black jet of blood.

Like a skilful woman who paints ivory with bright red paint and makes the cheeks of a horse, it lies quietly in the back room, though many of the riders salivate it, and is doubly cherished as the king's treasure, both as an ornament for the horse and as an addition to the glory of the rider.

Maasam was wounded by an arrow, and blood soaked his strong thighs, calves, and well-defined ankle bones.

Seeing the thick black blood gushing out of Massamu's wounds, the supreme commander of the Western City, Nowu, trembled with fear, and the warlike Massamu himself was so shocked that he trembled with fear, but when he saw that the ties and barbs were outside the wounds, the lost courage returned to his heart.

Mighty Nowu cried out in mournful voices, holding Maazsam's hand, and his companions gathered around, whimpering and sobbing.

"My dear brother," wept, "the oath I have sealed has brought you death, and has left you alone in battle before our eyes, in the face of the great men of the city, and now the abominable and treacherous people of the city have shot you down and trampled on our oath! If the Mighty Ones, the High Rulers of our sacrifices, fail to put an end to the matter in time, and punish them severely, and those who transgress the rules will pay a terrible price, with their own heads, and their wives and children, and I know in my heart, and my soul knows that the day will come, when all the people of the eastern city will be swept away, along with the strong men of Noc, and of his people, who have long wooden poles and spears! Satan the Great, seated in the heavenly dwellings, in the high royal courts, will himself wave the banner of punishment above their heads, out of righteous indignation at this deceit. It's going to happen, it's inevitable. However, I will bear great sorrow for you, Menelaus, if you die and put an end to their fateful lives! I will return to arid Argos with shame, for the warriors of Achaea will soon become homesick, and we, for this reason, will have to return Helen to Noc, to glorify them, and as for you, the soil beneath Sinai will eat away at your bones, for thou hast died here, leaving behind the deeds of the expedition and the unfinished battle! Sometime in the future, a boy from a great eastern city will gladly jump up to your grave of Maazsamu, and exclaim with a pride: 'Oh that Nob would vent his wrath in this way on all his enemies—as he did this time, in vain, and then return to his beloved homeland, and the ships of the sea are empty, leaving the brave Maazsam.' 'This man would talk such nonsense, I was so angry that I couldn't hide in the ground!'

Hearing the words of the chieftain Nowu, the brown-haired Massamu was relieved: "Be brave, and do not frighten the people of my great western city who will fight here! ”

Hearing these words, Massamu replied forcefully, "May the wound be as you say, Massamu, my brother, for in any case, a healer will come and heal your wounds, and put on a prepared gunpowder to stop the pain in your heart." ”

After saying this, Nou then commanded his messenger, who was quickest on his legs and feet: "Go at full speed, call our best doctor, and use our skillful healer to examine the wounds of Maazsamu, and tell him that a certain archer with a bow and arrow has wounded him: it is an honor to the archer, but it brings sorrow to us." ”

Hearing this advice, the messenger complied with it, and walked through the crowd of soldiers in bronze armor to look for the doctor, and saw the doctor standing upright, surrounded by a group of soldiers with shields, following the doctor into the place.

The messenger stood beside him and said in a winged voice: "Go, our commander Norr wants you to go and heal the wound of Maz Sam, a certain archer with a bow and arrow, who has shot him and wounded him severely, which is a glory to the archer, but it brings sorrow to us. ”

The doctor's name was Maang, and his passion was aroused by the messenger's words, and he rushed to heal the wounded.

They made their way through the crowd and hurried through the vast camp of the great western city to the place where the brown-haired Maasser had been wounded by an arrow.

There were many leaders in a circle, guarding his side.

Without a second of delay, Maang pulled out the arrow from the fastening of the wounded's belt, and with a swift hand, the sharp barb went backwards, cracking and breaking.

Then, in turn, he loosened the belt of Maassa and the girdle underneath it, and the coppersmith had made it for him, found the wound pierced by the ferocious arrow, sucked out the bruise, and applied the analgesic gunpowder.

While they were busy tending to the Roaring Battlefield of Mashesam, the brave and heavily armed queues of the East City were advancing.

At the same time, the entire army of Xicheng was angry at the treachery of the people of Dongcheng on the one hand, and wounded their victorious warriors, and on the other hand, their men came to attack, and they must not be intimidated, so the army of Xicheng rearmed, and the thought of fighting again occupied their hearts, and all the thoughts of peace that had not been long ago were abandoned.

At this time, it will never be seen that the remarkable Nowu is asleep or cowering, and does not want to attack! On the contrary, Nowu is now eager to fight, to avenge Massamu, and to gain fame in it.

He left his horse and chariot, shining with a dazzling bronze light, behind him, while he himself rushed to the front, the horses panting, and were led aside by his assistants.

Nowu ordered him to look after the horses in the vicinity, mainly for him to ride when he was tired, lest fatigue might drag down his limbs and prevent him from commanding a large army.

When he saw the riders who were eager to fight with their fast horses tightening their reins on their horses, he stood beside them and earnestly encouraged: "Do not slacken, strong men, and keep your fighting enthusiasm strong! And we, we will be victorious, take their beloved wives and helpless children, and use our ships to carry our booty to our hometown in the Near East after leveling this castle!"

But when Nowu found that someone was trying to hide from the hateful fight, he would speak out viciously: "Hey, you cowards, you cowards, though you claim to be warriors with strong bows, why are you still shameless! Why do you stand here in a daze, confused, like a flock of hinds, running through a large meadow, exhausted, and struggling, and losing the last ounce of courage? Wait until Nob and his men have driven you to the edge of the grey sea, and driven back to the place where you have laid your sturdy stern boats, and then see if the Almighty will stretch out his great hand to protect you?

In this way, Nowu walked through the ranks, reorganized the lineup to meet the battle, squeezed through the dense crowd, and came to the queue that had belonged to Enoch's legion, and the soldiers were actively preparing for battle, gathering around the brave Enoch's brothers and juniors.

The first thing Nob encountered was Enoch's fifth son, Maazza Fire. Originally, he was a very short-tempered guy, and he was usually jealous and hateful, and he did not allow anyone to make some harmful reputations in the land under his control, and the law enforcement was severe, and the crime was no matter how big or small, as long as he committed it in his hands, he would be dragged out and beaten to death.

His famous weapon is a thick wooden stick with spikes embedded in it, which can fight people, and when he goes down, there are at least a dozen bloody holes; this should be the first generation of the original version of the mace of later generations, and the sharp spikes show his ferocity and uncompromising.

It happened that he had a very good relationship with Maasam, and when he saw that he was shot down by the opponent's archers, he was about to kill him to avenge the fourth brother, but it took a lot of effort for the clan to let him attack rashly, saying that he would wait until the army acted together.

When he saw Nob coming, Maasa asked him, "Commander, can you fight now?"

If you talk about seniority, Nuo Wu needs to manage Grandpa Marsh, but on the battlefield is not an occasion to talk about seniority, he just replied: "Don't be bored, you must let them pay for their blood debts, and they will attack together after listening to the order for a while!"

Seeing that Maass was like a strong boar, standing in the front row, urging his team to charge at any time, he was happy to see this scene, and immediately said to Maass Fire in an appreciative tone: "Fifth Master of Fire, I respect you more than others, you are a brave man who drives fast horses, whether in battle, in any other action, or in our feast, your wine glass is always full, like mine, drink as much as you want, and enjoy to your heart's content!" Prepare for battle, and show everyone that your usual self-esteem is not bragging! Can your bravery tear apart a strong enemy general!"

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