"Miss, give the bow to Master Mo. Mo Gongzi, my bow can shoot 800 steps, I don't know if it will work?" Nangong E said.

Mo Wentian picked it up and pulled it twice, which made Nangong E's heart even more surprised, Mo Wentian was very clear about what kind of injury he suffered, his arms were seriously fractured, his meridians were broken, he was still unconscious six hours ago, and the whole person was like mud.

Now after six hours of self-treatment, he can actually open a hard bow of 800 steps, if it is when he is in his heyday, 5,000 steps is very possible, and it can also prove that Mo Wentian is a marksman, and the existence of a marksman can determine the outcome of a battle, I can't blame him for being so confident.

"The warriors of the Gongliu Division, Mo Gongzi is a marksman, this time we will definitely be able to kill the water and the farts are flowing, everyone, don't be shot by Mo Gongzi, you are watching the excitement on the side. ”

"No!"

The soldiers of the Gongliu Division, who originally had a mortal heart, were suddenly refreshed.

"How many arrows do you need?" Ji Ling is even brighter-eyed, since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes.

"Come to 300 branches, and there will be about 300 people, so I will leave a few practice hands for the brothers. Mo Wentian said indifferently.

"Master Mo, your injuries haven't healed yet, and even the marksman isn't necessarily that powerful, why don't we compare?"

"Okay, if the eight of you kill more people than I kill, I'll give you a box of healing ointment each. ”

"Hahaha, then we've won. ”

"Eight people and one seriously injured person are playing to kill the enemy, it's embarrassing. Ji Ling said angrily.

"Miss, you don't know, the marksman is almost invincible on the battlefield. Killing an enemy leader is equivalent to the head of thirty percent of the enemy army, and we are under a lot of pressure. As long as Mo Gongzi shoots the leader of the Shui Rong, we don't have much chance of winning. One of the young men said.

The eight war horses were all divine horses, and in a quarter of an hour, they saw the enemy's war horses, and Mo Wentian ordered to hold up the battle flag of the Gongliu Department and rushed straight towards the enemy.

As soon as he reached the distance of eight hundred steps, Mo Wentian shot the leader of the Shui Rong under the horse with one arrow, and then took the arrow handed over by Ji Ling, and continued to shoot, eight hundred steps were forty or fifty breaths, Mo Wentian seemed to be unhurried, shot fifty arrows, and shot fifty warriors of the Shui Rong, almost the elite of the Shui Rong was shot by Mo Wentian.

Rushing to the battlefield, Mo Wentian held up the patriarch's order and shouted: "Get in the car!"

Without hesitation, the twenty or so warriors of the Gongliu tribe jumped from their horses onto the carriage, and Mo Wentian continued to shoot the enemy in the distance, and the enemy in the near distance was slashed by Ma Ge standing on the carriage.

Ji Li also jumped into the carriage, he was hit by several arrows, and there were several knife wounds on his body, and the injuries were not light.

"Brother Mo, why are you here!"

"I hit it off with you, and I came to see you for the last time. Mo Wentian laughed, but his hands were not idle, the range of fifty to eight hundred steps was within his range, and the arrows kept shooting, and each arrow killed the enemy. The water of more than 300 people is just a piece of cake for Mo Wentian, he can kill ten thousand people a day, and he is used to killing people.

The leader was shot and killed, and the water fled. They were meant to rob, not fight. This time I chased and killed Ji Kang because someone paid for it, and money is not as important as life.

"I'm a man with a big life, and I can't die. As he spoke, he walked into the RV. Ji Ji is old, and the injury is not light, so he also went to the car to heal. The warriors, who were not wounded, also stood around the carriage, guarding it.

When Ji Yan entered the carriage, he said: "Everything is subject to Mo Gongzi's orders." ”

"Young Master Mo, what now?" Nangong E now completely admired Mo Wentian. All the soldiers, especially the person who guarded Mo Wentian, looked at Mo Wentian as if he was seeing a god.

"Clean up the battlefield. ”

"No!"

"Remember, collect all the things of value, including weapons, arrows, and armor worn on your body. In addition, those who are good at herding horses gather together the living horses. A quarter of an hour must be completed, and after a quarter of an hour, we will set off. ”

"No!" the warriors immediately jumped out of the carriage and went to clean up the battlefield.

"Young Master Mo, will there be an enemy ambush?" Nangong E asked

"Don't worry, no. Mo Wentian said as he used his soul thoughts to take out more than a dozen boxes of blood-nourishing muscle cream and handed them to Ji Ling, and told her how to use them.

After Ji Ling entered, Nangong E asked curiously, "Is this a spell?"

"What kind of spell is this, have you heard of the storage ring?" Seeing Nangong E shaking his head, Mo Wentian said, "Then forget it." I can't tell for a while, Old Patriarch Ji may know, you have time to ask him. ”

"Hehe, I have time, he doesn't. Forget it, I know it's enough to store the ring. "Nangong E, don't look at it, he is a general, and he is also a smart person.

The soldiers of the Gongliu Department cleaned the battlefield very quickly, and the battlefield was cleaned in less than half an hour, and the battlefield was as clean as a locust sweeping, Mo Wentian was full of emotion in his heart, and the leopard in the tube could be seen that the life of the Gongliu Department was not easy.

There are a lot of things right, and they are all classified, and even the war horses that died in battle have been collected, Mo Wentian took out two Qiankun wrenches, recited a few foolish spells in the mouth of the loot, and used soul power to ingest storage wrenches.

Before everyone had time to be surprised, Mo Wentian pointed to the northwest direction and ordered: "Three horses per person to transfer, full speed forward." ”

"Master Mo, this is not our way back. Nangong E reminded. He thinks that Mo Wentian doesn't know the way.

"I know, but that's where our goods are, I'm a person who never holds grudges, it's all the world's revenge, and since they provoke us, they have to pay for their actions. ”

"Yes, kill them!"

Twenty soldiers who were not injured immediately selected war horses and chased after them, and Nangong E was not far behind, driving eight divine horses to rush to the front.

In less than a quarter of an hour, he caught up with the fleeing Zhushui Rong, Mo Wentian's arrow was not in vain, and it was crushed all the way, and the few remaining Zhushui Rong were also killed by the soldiers of the Gongliu Department who followed closely behind. It didn't take long for him to see Gong Liu's truck, and Mo Wentian rushed over to Jiang Hongjie and continued to move forward.

"Childe, we've taken it back. ”

"Two men were left to follow behind in the carriage, and the others continued on their way, and although the things returned, the interest had to be recovered. Mo Wentian said calmly.

An hour of archery, Mo Wentian Xiuwei also slowly recovered, he now estimates, has been able to shoot 1,500 pieces, but unfortunately Gong Liu does not have a hard bow of 1,500 steps, a moderate amount of exercise will speed up the recovery of the injury. Mo Wentian spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, felt that the yin and yang qi was smoothed a lot, took a few healing pills, and swallowed a pair of yin and yang love pills, Mo Wentian put down Nangong E's hard bow, and with a thought, he took out a hard bow.

This bow can shoot two thousand steps, even if it was a plaything for him before, the reason why Mo Wentian left this bow is because the shape and workmanship of this bow are very good, there are many decorations on it, it is a work of art, I didn't expect that the previous artwork is really used now.

Shot an arrow, the arrow was a little drifting and lost its accuracy, Mo Wentian asked Ji Ling, who had just come out of the car, to find a heavy arrow for him, and the arrow in his storage wrench was too heavy, and there was no arrow suitable for this carved bow.

There are not many Rong people, and the Rong belongs to a tribal alliance, and there is no national mechanism, and this time a tribe of five hundred people came to deal with a caravan of only twenty or thirty people, which is already a big move. So along the way, the others just galloped, and there was no chance of fighting at all, because within two thousand steps, there would be no enemy, as long as they entered the range of two thousand meters, they could only be shot by Mo Wentian.

The people of the Gongliu Department roared excitedly and rode forward, Nangong E sighed while rushing to the car, there was no such victory in the Gongliu Department of the Pig Kingdom, Mo Wentian now destroyed a small tribe by himself, and this was still when he was seriously injured.

After chasing for another half an hour, when they arrived at the camp of Zhushuirong, everyone stopped and quickly assembled into a battle formation. Ji Li and the other warriors had been healed for an hour, and their injuries had healed, and they also got out of the carriage and rode on their horses.

"This is the Yule Department of the Shui Rong. Ji Tan came out of it and said as he looked at the clan flag fluttering over the camp tent in front of him.

"Ji Bo seems to be almost fine. Mo Wentian said, handing the patriarchal order of the Gongliu tribe to Ji Yan.

Ji Tan put it away and said, "It's still you who commands." ”

"That's not right, is it?"

"What's wrong, it's taboo to change in battle, you don't know, right?"

"I'm just having fun, I'm not interested in it anymore. Besides, I'm not a general. ”

"You are a tribal patriarch of tens of thousands of people, a tribal elder of millions of people, and you can't command a team of more than 30 people, are you blackmailing yourself, or are you saying that our Gongliu Department is a barbarian, disobedient to discipline, and doesn't understand the rules?" Ji Yan also sat down on a high stool and said.

"It's because I don't understand the rules, in the west, after defeating a tribe, what will I do?"

"It's as simple as killing an adult man and taking whatever property you can. ”

"It's a bit bloody, and the other side won't be allowed to surrender. Mo Wentian sighed and said, his expression was a little unbearable, this kind of killing was too heavy.

"This is not as good as Zhongwu Prefecture, nor is it comparable to Qinglin Mountain, it is mainly nomadic, there is no need for a large number of slaves, and it is already very merciful not to slaughter women and children, this is the law of the west. As for what kind of method you use, that's what you mean. ”

Mo Wentian seemed to be very reluctant, sighed, and reluctantly ordered: "Since it is a rule, it can't be broken, I am the person who abides by the rules the most, the so-called follow the customs, so let's kill all men who are higher than this chariot, and if there are women who resist, they will be killed together, with their own safety as the first." ”