"Be careful, sir!"

Guo Wei and Xiong Gang shouted in unison, but this Hun King Nuhar is not an ordinary person, even if the two of them have the intention to stop, but they don't have time to step forward, the white feather arrow is fast and strong, like an eagle that has been circling for a long time and rushes down towards the prey, and is about to take Liu Xi's life with an arrow. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not far away, Qu Lang was also shocked, and he drew his sword and was about to step forward, but was blocked by half of Xiao Wu's body, and the latter did not speak to Qu Lang, and grabbed the iron tire bow in the hands of the soldiers on one side and threw it to Liu Xi, "Yusheng catch it!" ”

After that, it was the tip of his foot that kicked the quiver behind the other person's back, and suddenly, an iron arrow was thrown into the air, Liu Xi jumped up, caught the iron arrow, bent the bow and arrow, and pulled the string between the fire and light stones.

"Smack!"

The sound was subtle and crisp, and it was almost inaudible in the roaring north wind, but the scene of the white feather arrow shot by the Hun King before was shattered and disappeared with the wind, but it was seen by the soldiers at the head of the city, and in an instant, a burst of cheers broke out.

Under the city, Nuhar was covered with frost, listening to the cheers in the night, and raised his bow again, grasping two white feather arrows between the three fingers of his right hand, and shot straight out without aiming.

The two arrows were like dragons chasing pearls, and they swooped down on Liu Xi's throat and chest respectively.

Nuhar shot again, Xiao Wu was just about to throw the quiver of the soldiers next to him to Liu Xi, at one end of the city, two arrows flew out in unison, hitting the white feather arrows shot by Nuhar, and the four arrows lost their strength at the same time and flew out diagonally.

The sound of chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and soon, a group of people with a slightly tired face appeared in front of everyone's eyes, these people were dressed in disheveled clothes, some jackets, half a piece of leather armor, and some old armor, and the weapons in their hands were even more varied, bows, knives, guns, swords, spears, maces, axes, sticks, everything, dazzling.

It's just that no one in the city dares to underestimate these people who suddenly appeared like a ragtag army, and they have a very strong aura on their bodies, and they can feel a terrifying aura from a few feet away.

"My lord, they say ......"

A soldier with a face trotted forward a little timidly, wanting to explain to Liu Xi why he had let these people into the city, but before he could say the reason, the man with the bow behind him had already stepped forward quickly.

"Young master, my subordinates and others are late, and I hope that the young master will forgive my sins."

As he spoke, Liu Xi glanced at the rest of the people, and found that there were about twenty or thirty people with unbearable sadness on their faces, and immediately understood in his heart that this was his uncle Liu Han's old subordinates.

Although Xiong Gang and the others were puzzled, the young master of the boy scout also dispelled the doubts in his heart, after all, Liu Xi's behavior was extraordinary, maybe he was born in a big family, and it was not unusual for him to have some martial arts in his family.

"Childe, beware!"

When Liu Xizheng was full of mixed feelings, there was an exclamation of Qu Lang in his ears, and he turned his head, only to see another arrow under the city like a black snake spitting apricots, flying straight to his front door.

Seeing Liu Han's old subordinates, his chest was full of strangeness, and Nuhar provoked one after another, Liu Xi was immediately angry, grabbed the iron tire bow in his hand, and pulled out three iron arrows from the quiver behind the boy soldier, roaring in his mouth, and in the shock on the faces of others, the three arrows cut away.

Three beads in a row!

An arrow slashed through the white-feathered arrow that Nuhar had fired, and then continued to pounce on Nuhar on his horse without losing momentum.

Seeing this, Nuhar, who had been expressionless, was shocked and panicked in his eyes, and wanted to hit his horse and dodge to the side, but it was too late, so he had to throw the silver bead blue feather bow in his hand to one place, pull out the cold iron gold and jade scimitar at his waist, and stared straight at the iron arrow that was about to shoot at him, and the scimitar in his hand was half raised.

"Bell!"

In the blink of an eye, how could Nohar take care of two iron arrows, and then turn back to shoot down the third, which was a little slower to continue because it pierced through his white feather arrows?

Shoot the man first and shoot the horse first, capture the thief first capture the king, at this moment, everyone's eyes are on the iron arrow that flew past from the side of Nuhar's scimitar, even Liu Xi is also fully focused, because once this iron arrow shoots Nuhar, maybe it will be able to relieve the siege of Yangqu.

"Amitabha."

A slight voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the brown linen clothes were barefoot like the figures that had rushed out to protect Nuhar, but they did not carry bells, and they were much faster than them.

There was a sound of regret at the head of the city, and after that, he should have remembered the Xiongnu Wadsey before, and his eyes showed fear.

The wizard's methods are strange, and they are more accompanied by cruel methods, and it is inevitable that people will be frightened, but Liu Xi has never glanced at those Wadsey, and his whole gaze stayed on the figure holding the iron arrow with one hand.

Even if the night was dark and dark, he could see the shaved head and the neat knotted scar on the top of the head, which turned out to be a disciple of the Buddha Sect.

"Yusheng ......"

There was more panic in Xiao Wu's words on the side, obviously, he also saw the emaciated Buddhist disciple, for hundreds of years, the Buddhist Sect wanted to go south many times, but was defeated by the joint efforts of the hundreds of princes, and now this Hun army is coming, if it is related to the Buddhist Sect, the situation is much more serious than the present.

"Thank you, Zen Master Luochen."

The frightened Nuhar said, the latter threw away the iron arrow, put his hands together and said, "The Great Khan is blessed with all the heavens, and he is willing to enter the Central Plains, so he should not be frustrated here." ”

After saying this, Shi Shiran walked back, but when he left, he turned his head to look at the city, looked at Liu Xi back and forth, and said a word of Buddha praise, hidden in the countless Hun army.

"Shunbuling, your 10,000 sons are the vanguard; Plum gan, with the assistance of 5,000 sons, Ben Khan must take this city quickly! ”

Hearing this, Shunbuling's burly body shook suddenly, and the attack of the day was not seen by others, but he was like experiencing a nightmare, just a breath, and his subordinates lost the lives of thousands of children, and even lost a Wadsey.

Thinking of this, his heart was dripping blood.

At this moment, the morale of Yangqu City was greatly shaken, and leading the troops to attack would inevitably be resisted to the death, and as a pioneer, he would definitely suffer heavy losses.

But at the moment, Shunbuling had no choice, not to mention that Jinhuer was his nephew, just because the third prince of the Great Khan was captured on his expedition with him, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead, such a crime was enough to be severely punished.

Therefore, knowing that there were many difficulties, Shunbuling still responded, raised his head and looked at the Khalkha leader Meigan who had a gap with him, and felt the contempt in the other party's eyes and the excitement that could not be concealed, Shunbuling couldn't help but snort coldly, beat the horse back to where his tribe was, and summoned his generals to arrange the siege of the city.

"Are they going to do it tonight?"

Watching Nuhar beat his horse and walk backwards, Qu Lang whispered meaningfully.

"It's just the beginning."

The boy soldier answered, and without waiting for Liu Xi's orders, the hundreds of people who came from the general were arranged to guard all parts of the city, preparing for the big battle that he was about to start.