Being injured was a very common thing for Chen Xing, in front of the defense of the double-layer cold forging armor, the seven arrows from a long distance did not penetrate deep into the heart, only pierced into the flesh and flesh by half an inch.

He used as fast as he could. Dodge behind the tree and make a pause gesture to a teammate who has already come up.

He was signaling his soldiers not to act rashly.

He realized that he had thought wrong, not an ambush, but a chance encounter with a large army of the enemy.

He hid behind the tree, panting hard.

He poked his head a little, and immediately retracted it, because a black-gray three-edged arrow was getting bigger and bigger in his field of vision!

The arrow sparked on his mask, and his eyes gleamed with golden light!

Accurate! I was almost shot in the face by someone!

It's dangerous! He almost died from the arrow.

Is the opponent's arrow so accurate? Ran to your own eyes?

However, he quickly dispelled his doubts, as arrows rained down on the surrounding area of his tree. Plunged deep into the snow.

The tail feathers shook slowly in the snow.

This rain of arrows frightened Chen Xing to his feet, hiding behind a tree and shivering, because the nearest arrow fell at his feet.

Chen Xing's whole person was stupid.

Did you break into the enemy's Chinese army? Is such a dense shooting just to kill himself, a person who is suspected of being a scout?

He didn't let his subordinates make too many moves, in order to save his life, but also to let the enemy relax his vigilance.

Make the other party mistakenly think that they are a scout, not a regular army.

Scouts are generally composed of extremely elite soldiers, and it is extremely difficult to kill, and it is not necessary to dispatch a dozen people, and it is not necessary to play a scout who is familiar with the terrain.

Moreover, most of the scouts are clever people, and if they find a grass nest at random, the enemy may find nothing after searching for half a day.

Killing a scout is often very costly, and a normal march is unlikely to go to great lengths to track down a scout. Because the gains outweigh the losses.

Large-scale marches are difficult to hide, and they are easy to detect, and although there are countless footprints on the snowy ground, the cost of killing a scout is disproportionate to the gain.

Based on conventional judgment, he made a choice, he didn't want the other party to know that he had a lot of people nearby.

Otherwise, there will be more golden people to deal with themselves.

But Jin Jun's reaction was obviously unreasonable, because just now he glanced at the enemy army behind the mountain bag.

Shadow longing!

This is a large army of the enemy! At least a team of 10,000 people!

And he saw a detachment of hundreds, separated from the large force, coming in his direction.

Worst!

Chen Xing gasped, and after the next round of arrow rain fell beside him, he ran forward vigorously.

He rolled hard over the valley in front of him and landed on the back slope.

It's safe.

"Whew!"

Chen Xing let out a long breath of turbidity and said in an extremely deep voice: "Ambush!" He pulled out the arrows from my back. ”

One of the attendants immediately raised his hand, then flipped his palm down and pressed it hard.

Many of the soldiers of the Jiesheng Army, seeing the instructions of their own subordinates, immediately lay on the ground, quickly picked up some snow on themselves, and buried themselves in the shadows. Fastest update mobile terminal:

"Shhh

Chen Xing groaned vigorously, and the arrow pulled out brought out a lot of blood, and the pulled out arrow membrane made him frown and let out a few painful roars.

He had at least ten more arrows on his back! He looked extremely embarrassed, like a hedgehog, but he didn't recognize it.

The arrow wasn't very deep, so he let it out.

If the arrow is very deep, the shaft of the arrow is cut off on the battlefield to prevent the shaft of the arrow from affecting your actions.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves gradually became clear, and the hundred-man team dispatched by the golden people was rapidly approaching.

Chen Xing glanced enviously at the formation of the golden people.

People who grew up on horseback can ride horses in winter, but the Song people don't have this ability.

He glanced at the soldiers behind him, and his own gang just didn't know how to ride horses. But they have a fire-like blood, an iron-like desire for revenge, a belief in victory, and a fully equipped armor.

On this expedition to Goryeo Shindi, the official family gave a full 10,000 pairs of brand-new armor.

The hundred men followed him out of the city. They are all fully equipped soldiers!

He felt that the iron armor was the most reassuring.

He took a deep breath, raised a hand in the air, and held out three fingers.

The hundred households led by the Jin people saw Chen Xing covered in blood under the tree, and there were two scouts accompanying Chen Xing.

Sure enough, it was a three-person scout reconnaissance team. There are only three people on the other side, and there are a full hundred people on his side!

And there are thirty of them who are heavy cavalry Iron Floats!

The Jin people suffered a great loss under the three-talent formation of the Song Dynasty, and after a year of training, the Jin people also learned this simple and efficient small-scale combat formation.

That's why there were thirty heavy cavalry in the hundred-man team.

One hundred to three!

It's a win!

Chen Xing bent one of his fingers and stretched out two fingers towards the sky!

The Jin people all saw Chen Xing's movements clearly, and they always felt a little inexplicable, was this counting down to his own death?

Is it very ritual for Han people to die even if they die?!

What a strange race.

He set up the spear in his hand and clamped it hard, he only needed one charge to turn the opponent into a string of sugar gourds, as in the past, the opponent would continue to struggle at the tip of his spear.

There is a hook on the tip of your own gun, which will hook the opponent's ribs and drag it for hundreds of meters, and then the opponent will die in your own drag!

It will even drag out the ribs in the entire ribcage of the other party!

The dazzling and blood-filled picture kept echoing in his mind, and the Song people in front of him would die tragically at the tip of his own gun!

Those two followers will also die exactly the same under their own guns!

All the Song people, including the Great Song Emperor who was rumored to be Yama! It will all be like this, and die tragically under the tip of his own gun!

Song people! All of them are going to die!

He held his spear aloft, the tip of which reflected the light of the bleak winter sun.

"Drink!"

He burst into applause!

All the soldiers followed their hundred households, raising their spears in their hands!

The horsemen of the Jin people followed their hundred households and shouted in unison: "Kill! ”

The loud shouts, mixed with the sound of the hooves of the horses, were heard far and wide in the ice and snow, and the birds frightened the forest, and a flock of birds left the branches in astonishment. Listen to the cry like a crow,

The iron cavalry of the golden man brought up countless snow and mist, which slowly drifted behind the hundred horsemen.

"Bah."

The hooves of the golden man trampled to death a rabbit that was frightened by the momentum of the cavalry charge.

The cavalry on the horse shook slightly, steadying his figure.

Chen Xing looked at the other party's skillful riding skills, gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and bent down a finger in his hand again.

A finger pointed to the sky.

The golden cavalry also put down the spear in his hand, and through the hole in Sen Luo's mask, he could see the bloodshot gaze of the other party, with bloodlust and cruelty.

In their eyes, the Song people in front of them are already dead, and they only need the charge of their own hundred-man team, and these three people will not even leave their last words!

Chen Xing finally bent his last finger.

His fist with a cage hand, with a reflection, stretched straight and powerful into the sky! Like his unbent spine!

"Click."

The voice of the machine rang out behind Chen Xing!