Chapter 870 This middle-aged Hun is super bullish

"Whoosh!"

At this critical moment, an arrow flew in a whistling direction, heading straight for Fusu's chest.

Although Fusu was wearing armor, he didn't dare to take it hard.

You can hear from the whistling sound of the arrow, and the power of this arrow is very strong.

Even if you can't shoot through the armor, it can knock you over.

"Be careful!"

Seeing this, the deputy commander howled like a wail, reminding Prince Fusu.

"Ahh

Seeing this, Fusu couldn't help but scream.

For the sake of safety, where did he dare to continue to hunt down the Hun young people?

Hurry to the side of the body and make an emergency avoidance.

"Nyima!" When the Hun young man saw that the opportunity had come, he immediately brandished a special saber and slashed the leg of Fusu's sweaty horse.

At such a critical moment, it is too late to cut down the people of Fusu. Cut where you can, that's the best policy.

The young Huns had been on the battlefield for a long time and had a lot of combat experience.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, the sweaty BMW immediately hissed and forcibly ran to the side.

This beast has spirituality, and under the effect of instinctive survival, it no longer listens to Fusu's orders. Make an emergency avoidance first, and then plan for another purpose.

"Ahh Fusu screamed again.

Due to the sweaty BMW instinctively dodging, he was unstable when he just turned sideways to avoid the hidden arrow, and almost fell off his horse.

OK! His riding skills were also good, so he didn't fall off.

But! The image at that time was very embarrassing.

"Prince Fusu! Prince Fusu! Be careful! Be careful! ……”

Only then did the deputy commander chase after him, first slashing at the young Huns, and then rushing towards Fusu.

As you can imagine! His knife could not cut the young Huns.

Although they don't have mounts, their strength rests there.

The deputy commander did not dare to fight again, because! There was a man from the Huns.

And also! That very powerful middle-aged man has already chased Fusu over.

The strength of the middle-aged Hun is no worse than that of the young Huns. Even! More powerful.

And! The other party is very calm, calm, and ruthless.

He has a lot of combat experience, and the average person will die under his saber if he can't walk a few rounds in front of him.

He did not use a special saber, just an ordinary saber used by the Huns. But! People are so good.

Other than that! They also have bows and arrows. At the right time, someone can shoot you with an arrow!

It was because of this guy that the escort team of nearly 100 people died under his hands no less than twenty.

If he had enough arrows on him, he could shoot all the guards.

The deputy commander was afraid that Prince Fusu would suffer, so he rushed over.

Then! The middle-aged Huns set up another arrow and were aiming at Fusu, waiting for the opportunity. The horses rode on his back, and there was no intention of stopping.

Visible! How powerful is this middle-aged Hun!

People are running fast on horseback, and at the same time shooting arrows and hurting people.

"Be careful!" The deputy commander shouted.

At this time! Fusu had already turned his horse's head around and ran back to meet the middle-aged Huns.

Seeing that the other party was aiming at him, he had to be careful.

"Whoosh!"

That's it! The middle-aged Hun found his senses and shot the arrow towards Fusu.

Under the influence of habit, he went to the arrow basket on his back and pulled the arrow. Outcome! There are no more arrows in the basket.

"Ahem!" The middle-aged Hun sighed regretfully.

What if two arrows are fired in a row? He can guarantee: Fusu will definitely die.

As long as he shot Fusu off the horse, he would hit the horse and stab the opponent.

As you can imagine! This arrow was useless for Fusu. All right

With a swing of Fusu's long-handled machete, the arrow fell.

"Shoot again? You? Ahaha! ”

Seeing that the other party had no arrows, Fusu laughed.

And then! The horses were beaten and they went up.

Where did the middle-aged Huns obey this breath, and they passed over to Fusu.

There was no head-to-head confrontation, but a sweep.

A sweep of the knife slashed towards Fusu's thigh or horse.

With a backhand slash, Fusu knocked the opponent's saber aside.

"He's amazing!" Only then did the deputy commander catch up and say loudly.

"Awesome hairy!" Fusu said disdainfully.

And then! He also took off the big bow from his back, mounted an arrow, and shot it at the middle-aged man's horse's buttocks.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the sky resounded through the heavens and the earth.

"Whew!"

One Stone!

The middle-aged Huns' war horse was hit by an arrow in the buttocks, and the war horse was in pain, screaming and galloping away, no longer listening to the master's words.

After beating away the middle-aged Huns, Fusu and the deputy commander drove the young Huns again.

Unfortunately! With the help of another Hun, the young Hun Hercules had already mounted another horse and fled.

When they came, there were nearly twenty people, but when they left, only three of them were left.

Others! They're all dead!

Back on the side of the main battlefield, Fusu was also surprised.

Of his team of nearly 100 people, only a dozen or so were wounded.

Even the president was slightly injured.

Of the nearly 100 people, he and the deputy commander were not injured.

If the deputy commander hadn't run fast, if he hadn't met Fusu to rescue him halfway, he might have died.

When he was alone, he encountered the king of the Huns, so it's strange if he doesn't die?

"This, this, this? What about our people? Fusu looked at the scene and asked.

"They're all dead!" The president said.

If it weren't for a dozen of them huddled together, the result might have been the same!

The number of Huns encountered this time is not large, but the strength of the people is there!

Not to mention the other Huns, just the young Hun king and the middle-aged Hun uncle can wipe out their team of 100 people.

Nima Di! What is the identity of the other party?

They don't know! There was an accident on the side of the Huns, and this young Hun man had successfully become the king of the Huns.

He came to the border of Qin this time to inquire about the situation, and was ready to sneak attack the border of Qin and rob some property.

Outcome! The teacher was unfavorable, and he encountered Fusu and others halfway.

I thought I had picked up a bargain, but I almost lost my life.

"We're left with a dozen of them?" Looking at these injured guards, looking at the presidential collar and deputy commander-in-chief, Fusu asked.

"I'll let the team of five run away, let them go back and move the rescuers!" The president said.

"This?"

Fusu thought to himself: Far water can't save the near fire, what else can you save the soldiers? It's almost the same to go back to report the funeral.

Right now! Fusu and the deputy commander were not injured. In desperation! Cleaning up the battlefield and logistics can only be done by them.

Fusu rode around first and retrieved the uninjured horses.

The deputy commander is responsible for checking if there are any injured people.

If you meet the Huns who are not dead, you will naturally have to make up for it.

"Prince Fusu! Where can you serve us? This, this, this? ”

When the survivors saw this, they were all ashamed.

Therefore! The image of Prince Fusu in the minds of these people can be imagined.

Reputation, prestige! That's how it was built.