Just when everyone thought that Zuo Xiaowei was being frightened stupid by the Tatars, a piercing whistle suddenly sounded in the quiet military formation, and three eight-oxen were fired instantly, with five-foot-long arrows with shovel-shaped arrows, and the tail feathers like moon blades sank into the Tatar Rao army formation like lightning under the light of the winter sun, bringing out forty-five blood grooves of different lengths.

Rounded to zero? Can Zhou Rao Eight Cows still be used like this? When all Rao knew, the Zhou people used eight oxen to defend the city, and the guns on them were all arms thick and one zhang long, although the power was huge, but the lethality was very limited, and the second winding was also very troublesome, often without waiting for the other party to wind up the second time to rush to Zhou Rao's city.

But when Da Tamu thought of the number of times Zuo Xiaowei had wound the Eight Ox Horse before, the others suddenly felt their scalps tingle.

"Damn, I shouldn't have used my horse in the first place and fought with the Zhou people."

Datamu was very upset, but if he had to choose again, he would definitely choose not to use Benma, because it was not only him but also other Tatars, or the Tuyuhun and Uighurs, who did not take the Great Zhou army too seriously.

The army of the Great Zhou Dynasty is synonymous with waste for them, and the so-called Zuo Xiaowei Ju in front of them knows that it is a waste of waste. However, as long as the Great Zhou Emperor had a choice, he would never let such a waste army duel with the great Tatar warriors.

Now, in front of these Rao, if he defeats the waste in the group of wastes in front of him with an iron horse, it will not be a glorious thing even if he wins.

That's what Datamu thought in his heart, and so did the king of Montenegro, the Tatar had the weakest power in the three countries around the Great Zhou, but he was not a lord who was unwilling to be relegated to the back, so in response to this duel in front of the door, they would take this opportunity no matter what, and play the Tatar Rao majesty.

It's just these three eight oxes...... It was just an accident, yes, it was just an accident, just three eight ox horses, so far from it, even if he was wound up and could open the bow three times, it was the limit.

And how many warriors can I shoot with three shots? As long as you rush into the Zhou Rao army formation, as long as you rush into the army formation, you can enter the flock like a tiger, and these wastes are not allowed to let my Tatar warriors harvest their heads like chopping melons and vegetables?

Three waves of arrows, the first wave took away hundreds of lives of the Tatars, according to Wu Zhengyuan's plan was to let the other party die half before colliding together.

But it's a pity that the time is too short, there are only three such eight bulls in hand, I knew that such eight ox ducks are so useful against the Tatars, how can I let the guy who loses Mei build more for himself, even if it is just one more!

At this time, Wu Hou actually didn't have much time to sigh, because the Tatars quickly collided, and the only thing to be thankful for was that these three waves of shooting had completely disrupted the opponent's formation at this time.

The black king wolf rode up like a tide......

These wolf riders were already fierce and vicious, and they were splashed with blood all over their faces along the way, and now this is even more terrifying.

Standing in the first row, the Zuo Xiao guard soldiers, even if the temptation of 100,000 taels of silver was enough to make a veteran like Bi Yan forget to die, but at this time, when they faced this group of wolves like tigers and black mountain king wolves, they couldn't help beating drums in their hearts.

At this moment, another piercing whistle sounded, and the Zuo Xiao guard guard, who was still beating the drum in his heart, instinctively stabbed out the spear in his hand.

The number of times they stabbed with the whistle was not a million times, but 100,000 times, and Wu Zheng didn't let them practice anything else, so they let them stab the gun, and it was they who were stupid at this juncture.

It turned out that Wu Zheng's training was not bad, as soon as the Mitsubishi spear head of the steel-clad iron was pierced, the battle armor of the Black Mountain King Wolf Rider was suddenly like mud, and was pierced by Zuo Xiao's guards one by one, and then blood splashed.

The Black Mountain Wolf Rider who rushed to the forefront may not have figured it out until he died, didn't all these wastes have been scared silly by themselves just now? The whole tremor was like sifting chaff, how could it be like his hands and feet didn't obey the call in an instant, and he stabbed himself in the heart with a shot?

Before Zuo Xiaowei's first row of spears could be retracted, the spears of the second row followed closely behind with the whistle, poking out from the gap in the first row.

What does it mean to be an inch long and an inch strong? Zuo Xiaowei's armor-piercing spear was one zhang long, and the longest steel knife ridden by the king wolf of Montenegro was less than five feet, which was the difference.

Then the people in the third, fourth, and fifth rows flipped forward, and those who didn't look at them stabbed forward......

At this time, from the Qingmen, the battle has been completely chaotic on this part, but those with good eyesight will gradually find that Zuo Xiaowei, who seems to have been messed up into a pot of porridge, is very chaotic, because they have maintained a group of five people in the end, and the five people echo each other, even if there are occasional deaths, someone will soon pounce.

Wu Zheng stood behind the army like an old handsome man on a chessboard and watched all this with a smile, when the first row of Zuo Xiaowei was instinctively driven to block the impact of the other party, Wu Zheng knew that he had won half of this game.

Now Zuo Xiaowei has become more and more comfortable fighting, and has begun to step on the opponent's corpse and slowly move forward, Wu Zheng knows that he has won this battle, so Wu Zheng smiled.

Wu Heng, who was standing on the door, also smiled, he had been worried about Wu Zheng's Zuo Xiaowei before, how could his sparse battle formation withstand the impact of the Black Mountain King's wolf horse, plus those Zuo Xiaowei stood there silently, like a second stunned person who couldn't knock out a fart with three handfuls, and on the other hand, the Black Mountain King's wolf rider was like a tiger coming down the mountain, whether the group of two stunned people had been scared to death.

Wu Heng really didn't dare to look down, he was afraid that Wu Zheng's Zuo Xiaowei would be like a dam bursting, and he would be rushed by the wolf of the King of Black Mountain.

You can check this group of unspeakable second dumbfounders, hey! He really resisted, without too much fancy or shocking roar, and stabbed forward with a spear in one word.

Not really! Although there are countless ways to use this spear, a good man can play with a spear, but when it comes to the battlefield, all those techniques can't catch up with the reality of a stab.

won, Wu Zheng's son really didn't disappoint me, a bunch of mud handed over to him actually made him a sharp spear, which really blessed me Da Zhou.

Da Zhouzi Wu Heng stood in front of the fence on the door at this time, holding the wooden fence with both hands, and his mood was excited.

As excited as he was the two prime ministers on the left and right behind him, Luo Qin, the left prime minister, was full of red light at this time, stroking his beard and laughing happily, and he didn't know if he was laughing at the fact that he would soon have 500,000 taels of silver in his account, or he was overjoyed by this upcoming victory.

The right minister on the side, Ling Hu Deshuo, looked plain and indifferent, like an old dizzy eye, as if he couldn't see the current battle situation, but the faintly trembling hands he hid under his fur betrayed the excitement in his old heart.

I have to say that Wu Zheng is the only victorious general in the Great Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years, this sentence is really not blown, that son does have this ability.

All right! Sure enough, there are talents from all generations of rivers and mountains, and a generation of heroes from teenagers, and there is hope for the revival of this son in the Great Zhou...... 166 Reading Network