Mu Fushu had no sword in his hand, only a bow and crossbow. She took aim at people in armor or leather armor - these were not ordinary soldiers, but were worth much more than ordinary soldiers.

Mu Fushu's archery was accurate, and he shot eight arrows in a row. Immediately attracted the attention of the opposing soldiers, and a general wearing a helmet with black painted horns on it waved his sword and rode up to meet him.

San Lang and Yang Weng were by Mu Fushu's side, and when they saw the general, they hurriedly greeted him. Mu Fushu put the bow and arrow on his back and took out eighteen crossbows.

This thing is heavier than a bow and arrow, so it is hung on a horse. She fired twelve more arrows in a row, and all but one missed.

The Black Horn General was entangled by San Lang and Yang Weng, and he couldn't get out for a while, and the eyes that looked at Mu Fushu almost ate her.

Mu Fushu saw that Yang Weng and San Lang seemed to be very relaxed in World War II, so she no longer looked at him, and only carefully aimed at Qi Jun, one arrow at a time, most of them hit the thigh, and some of them were hit by arrows, and she didn't have to think about whether she had to kill the other party or put the other party a yard, where the shot was placed, she was very calm.

In Mu Fushu's unhurried but almost unhurried attack, the ranks of the Qi army were a little disheveled. At this moment, Mu Fushu is like a sniper in a modern campaign, but she is just in the light.

The black horn general of the Qi army was cut off by Yang Weng, and San Lang returned to Mu Fushu's side. The two looked at each other and smiled, one continued to shoot arrows and the other guarded, and gradually there were more Shu troops around them, and they all surrounded Mu Fushu as if they were protecting her.

The King of Shu looked at him from afar, and the corners of his mouth seemed to twitch. It makes no sense to say anything at the moment, you can only let people protect the eldest mother. looked up at the general Cui Chongyu not far away, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

Mu Fushu brought a lot of arrows, not enough for San Lang There are still two arrows, and ...... A courteous soldier in the back brought his own quiver.

The team gradually moved forward, and there was a sudden commotion on the side of the Qi army, and a tall and thin general of the Red Horn and Chen Weiguang, the vanguard general of the Shu army, faced each other. What is amazing is that the burly Chen Weiguang can barely parry the hammer in the opponent's hand, and even Mu Fushu forgot to shoot arrows, sitting on the horse and watching the two sides fight.

San Lang hit his horse and came to Mu Fushu and said: "This is the general of the Qi army, Wu Haoxing, who is known as Xiao Xiang Yu, this manpower is infinite, and the double hammer in his hand weighs a thousand catties......"

Mu Fushu has a toothache, in ancient times, a pound was sixteen taels, how big is a hammer of a thousand pounds? How could it be that he had two axes in his hand?

San Lang also seemed to realize his mistake, and hurriedly explained: "This is said by their own people, and in my opinion, the hammer is no more than a hundred catties." ”

Well, fifty pounds of a hammer is also very powerful, at least he can still dance in his hand.

Mu Fushu didn't say more, raised the crossbow and shot an arrow, just when the arrow was about to shoot Wu Haoxing, I don't know where to shoot an arrow to the side of her arrow, and the arrow was so powerful that it actually broke her arrow!

Mu Fushu's crossbow strength is still okay, although it is far away from Wu Haoxing, but the arrow that stops the waist can actually shoot her arrow, which shows that the person who shoots the arrow is also extremely powerful.

San Lang was also taken aback, raised his eyes, and lost his voice: "It's him!" ”

Mu Fushu also looked over, and just saw a red-horned general riding on a black high-headed horse, holding a huge bow in his hand and quickly leaning over here.

That person was Cui Chongyu.

Mu Fushu's eyes narrowed slightly, handed the crossbow to San Lang, took off the longbow behind him with his backhand, mounted three arrows, and shot quickly towards Cui Chongyu before San Lang and Yang Weng could react!

Cui Chongyu didn't expect Mu Fushu's movements to be so fast, and almost instantly, three arrows were already whistling towards his head. His horse was still trotting forward, in the direction of the three arrows, almost unavoidable.

Mu Fushu looked at Cui Chongyu coldly, but saw that the arrow was whistling with a sound, and it was immediately empty, Cui Chongyu actually looked up to the sky and dodged the arrow, and the three arrows passed him and went backwards, as if they had hit someone else.

Cui Chongyu quickly sat up after avoiding the arrow, and bent his bow and arrows towards Mu Fushu.

San Lang was shocked, and when Cui Chongyu was in Cui Chongyu, he whipped at Mu Fushu's horse, and the horse quickly jumped forward a few steps, and Mu Fushu was on the horse, and his body was crooked, just to avoid the arrow. Mu Fushu was furious, glared at San Lang, and slapped his horse to meet him.

At this time, she was about 100 meters away from Cui Chongyu.

Cui Chongyu also patted over, San Lang was one step behind, and Yang Weng was even further behind. But at this time, both of them were shocked, and they followed behind them and desperately rushed forward.

Mu Fushu's horse is a good horse, and Cui Chongyu's is not bad, and in the blink of an eye, the two are less than ten meters apart. Mu Fushu's arch was on his back, and he drew a short dagger.

In modern times, she learned shooting or hand-to-hand combat, and she never fought with a sword. The dagger was the cold weapon she was most familiar with.

Cui Chongyu was holding a long sword in his hand. He was a little surprised when he stepped forward on his horse. Although I didn't see the other party's face, I looked very thin and small, but I didn't expect that Shu Jun, a small soldier with outstanding archery skills, was actually a half-grown child! And this kid is no ordinary soldier.

Mu Fushu's helmet has no horns and no color, but the leather armor is high-grade armor, and the horse under him is also a good horse, Cui Chongyu feels that this child is about the son of a high-ranking nobleman in the Shu army, and the qi of the dangerous three arrows shot by Mu Fushu before has also dissipated, and he said with some pity: "Whose child are you?" ”

It's okay not to ask, but when he asked, Mu Fushu's anger rose suddenly, his originally half-lowered head was raised suddenly, a pair of sheared autumn eyes were sparkling, he glared at Cui Chongyu angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "My father died early, you can't care about anyone!" ”

The moment Cui Chongyu raised his head, his chest seemed to have been hit by something, and he almost curled up in pain for a while. The face of the child in front of him was so similar to the face in his memory, and his angry appearance was the same as when he first saw her when he received the marriage decree.

Mu Fushu saw that he was stunned, and the dagger was raised high and stabbed at his arm holding the sword.

Cui Chongyu was already stupid at this time, watching a strange-shaped dagger stab at his right shoulder, the strange thing was that he didn't seem to have a sense of resistance, as if he had left his soul, he looked at the dagger as if he was leaving his soul, and he was still shouting in the bottom of his heart: "Come on, stab......"

When Mu Fushu's dagger was about to cut through Cui Chongyu's right arm, San Lang arrived, raised Mu Fushu's right hand fiercely, and said with red eyes: "Auntie, no!" ”

The dagger in Mu Fushu's hand almost fell, and Cui Chongyu was also "snatched" back by the soldiers who came behind him. Someone rushed up to surround San Lang and Mu Fushu. For a while, San Lang couldn't care about Mu Fushu, so he could only desperately protect her and retreat.

Mu Fushu gritted his teeth and watched Cui Chongyu retreat wrapped in several people, the dagger in his hand suddenly poked at the Qi army who was rushing over beside him, and shot arrows with a bow almost every time. Shot all over the Qi troops around him, and those who were unlucky were about to shoot into hedgehogs.

Yang Weng also caught up and breathed a sigh of relief. After scolding Mu Fushu, he asked them to step back.

At this time, Chen Weiguang, who was facing Wu Haoxing, had already been knocked off the horse, and another general made up for it. Mu Fushu quickly pulled his bow and shot an arrow, but this time without Cui Chongyu saving him, Wu Haoxing was hit by an arrow in the chest and fell off his horse. Mu Fushu hooked her lips and smiled, and was about to turn back, but she heard San Lang exclaim, and an arrow shot at her chest at a rapid speed, hitting her left shoulder before she could react, the arrow passed through her leather armor, and she was pushed back by the huge momentum, lying on her back.

Nima! Mu Fushu pulled out the arrow fiercely. With body armor, she couldn't shoot an arrow, but the impact still made her feel like her bones were shattered.

At this moment, Mu Fushu's anger reached its peak, and she shouted: "Who is it?" ”

San Lang's repeater crossbow had already been aimed at the number of people who shot arrows, and the man was already stunned by the fact that Mu Fushu was actually good, and the arrows he pulled out did not see blood, until he shot more than a dozen arrows in his chest, and the blood spurted out far away before he could react.

Mu Fushu's left hand was so painful that he could barely lift it. She showed her sleeve arrow and shot sharply to her side, retreating towards the Shu army. No matter how angry she is, it is still important to save her life, now that she is a wounded, she still feels good to return to the camp.

Saburo escorted her back, nervously asking how her arm was. Mu Fushu's tears were about to fall: "It hurts to death!" ”

The two returned to the army of the King of Shu and stayed away from the battlefield, and Yang Weng did not retreat, because the war drums were still ringing and the war was still going on.

There were no tents in the army, only tents with a roof that leaked on all sides, and the wounded soldiers who were dragged down to the battlefield lay on the ground and received medical treatment.

The place was empty, and there wasn't even a place to carry people. Mu Fushu touched his shoulder and felt that it didn't hurt so much. Since wearing here, it seems that he has become squeamish after having a family, and he cries his nose with such a small injury, and Mu Fushu himself is a little embarrassed.

Saburo anxiously pulled her left arm, and was anxious because it was inconvenient for someone around her to take off his clothes to check. Mu Fushu comforted him and said, "It's okay, it's much better now, I think it's about bruising, and I didn't hurt my bones." ”

San Lang frowned uneasily: "Why don't I ask someone to set up a tent, and you can go in and have a look?" ”

Mu Fushu shook his head: "I know my own injuries." But those who were wounded were lying on the ground like this, and Lang Zhong was not enough, and they were really sinful. ”

San Lang smiled bitterly: "Not only is there not enough Langzhong, but there is also not enough medicine, and most of them are waiting to die." ”

Mu Fushu's face turned pale: "Waiting for death?" How can this be ......?"

"There's no way around it, there's not enough food, where is the medicine?"

Mu Fushu bit his lip and said, "San Lang, I have medicine......"

Saburo held her down: "No." ”

Mu Fushu looked at him, knowing that he was doing it for his own good, but seeing those injured and bleeding people lying on the ground waiting for death without saying a word, his heart was almost on fire. R1152