Gao Hu saw that he couldn't break in, so he simply stopped his horse, and the guards around him seemed to know what he was going to do, so they came over one after another, crowded around him, and held up a tiger-faced copper shield to protect the left and right.

Gao Hu put the heavy sword into the sheath, and pulled out the horn bow from the left bow sac, the angle bow body of the 300 pounds of tension is extremely large, enough to reach the eyebrows of an adult man, the bow shape is also very different from the bow used by the Song army archers around him, the two long bow tips are reversed forward, in order to prevent the bow from rebounding when the bow force is too strong, the bow tip and the bow arm are two large string pads, and the bow arm is painted with tiger skin-like camouflage paintings. Although it was far away, Ah Shu could still see clearly that the Song general's heavy arrow with a shovel-shaped arrow was attached to the hard bow.

Ah Shu desperately hit the horse forward, and the guards also followed him, he pointed the spear in his hand in the direction where Gao Hu was, "Shoot him quickly!" ”

Just when his words fell, Gao Hu calmed down, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted force, his left hand held the bow handle, and his right hand pulled the string to set the arrow, which was different from the ordinary shooting posture of the Song army archers, Gao Hu at this time slightly held his chest, and the hand pulling the string had pulled the bowstring to the position of the right hand against the shoulder, and at the end of the thick long feather arrow, the shovel-shaped arrow shone with the light of death in the sun.

His movements were swift and skillful, and when an arrow was fired, Arhan was caught off guard, and the shovel-shaped arrow was in the middle of the door, and the bridge of his nose was immediately broken, and the shovel-shaped arrow pierced his brain.

In the midst of the splatters of blood, Arakhan fell off his horse.

Ah Shu let out a roar like a wounded beast, and at this time the guards had already shot a rain of arrows at Gao Hu, but most of them blocked the Song knights beside Gao Hu with shields, and only one or two arrows shot in through the gap in the shields and inserted them into the iron armor on Gao Hu's body.

Gao Hu didn't let out a roar, but pushed away the two Song Army knights who were guarding him, and turned his gaze to Ah Shu's side.

Seeing that Gao Hu was still holding the terrifying horned bow in his hand, Ah Shu suddenly felt a chill.

"General Gao's bow is really scary!"

"New finch egg, this is the Bohai Bow! Although the fast range of ordinary arrows and arrows cannot be compared with our Song bow, if you shoot the heavy chisel arrows commonly used by the Jin people back then, you will be unable to move on the spot if you are shot within thirty steps, and our General Gao likes to kill the enemy with heavy arrows within dozens of steps. Let's take a good look at it! ”

"I heard that General Gao's ancestors are from Bohai......"

Ignoring the nonsense of the subordinates around him, Gao Hu's eyes kept staring at Ah Shu and the flag-holding warriors around him.

Although he couldn't see the expression of the face under the tiger's mask, Ah Shu saw contempt in those eyes.

The other man seemed to disdain to shoot himself with heavy arrows, but instead put away his horned bow, drew his heavy sword again, and slashed around.

Ah Shu was about to take a bow and shoot Gao Hu personally, but suddenly heard the terrible whistling sound of feather arrows in the air, row after row. A dozen or so horses around him immediately fell to the ground with the cavalry on their backs, and more arrows were still coming at them. He tried to turn his horse's head, but the horse neighed and broke its leg, and then plunged headlong into the bloody mud.

Ah Shu fell far away, he heard a terrible crunch of his collarbone, he struggled to lift his face, stretched out a hand behind him, and suddenly, with a thud, a four-edged iron arrow with bloodshot pierced his right shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

After three volleys, the archers of the Song army suddenly stopped firing their arrows. Ah Shu was horrified to see the Mongol cavalry running out on both sides crowding around and turning around, and let out a wild shout, and the cyan sword light floated on the large shadow of the towering horse, and pounced on them again.

Without waiting for him to give another order, thousands of horses' hooves trampled on the dirt on the ground, turned around, and ran backwards. But by this time the horses were so tired from running that they were panting, and clumps of yellow foam were rolling off their sweaty horses. They can't run anymore. The heavily armored cavalry of the Song army chased after the ground like the shadow of a cloud that was speeding across the ground.

The heavy cavalry of the Song army seemed to have unleashed all their fighting power at this time, wielding broadswords and cutting down the exhausted Mongol cavalry to the ground like harvesting wheat. Ah Shu saw a general desperately driving the horse, and he only had time to catch a glimpse of a knife out of the corner of his eye, and the general fell off the horse, one foot still dragging in the stirrup, and was dragged out by the startled horse.

The Mongol cavalry, driven by the heavy cavalry of the Song army, rumbled back in defeat, and the light cavalry and archers collided with each other in a chaotic manner. Tens of thousands of horses and horses were crowded in the mud and in a mess. Before the generals could pack up his army, another line of arrows glittered in the air, piercing into his array with a terrible roar. One of his generals was shot in the throat right in front of his eyes, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't scream when he wanted to. Scratching his neck, he fell off his horse, and the other general grabbed his horse's head and jumped over the wriggling body, already panicking.

This row of rapid fire, the arrow path is straight, not from the bow, but from the crossbow at a very close distance.

The Mongol archers jumped off their horses and fought back on their horses, but they looked around and saw countless arrows on the slopes on either side. Mongolian archers, who have always been known for their long-range shots, lost their advantage this time, spun in circles from their horses and fell to the ground, with the iron-tired bow they were famous for in their arms.

Ah Shu's eyes widened, and he only saw short, straight arrows tearing through the air, densely weaving his vision, like whistling raindrops. The Mongol cavalry sat down on their horses, their hooves fluttering in horror, and they did not know where to go.

At this time, on their way to come, a nine-white yak tree rose high, like a loud horn, fluttering on the top of the hill. The Mongol cavalry, already in disarray, burst out with shouts of joy.

"Isn't that Your Majesty's Great Treasure?" Someone shouted.

At the last moment, Ah Shu calmed down, and he struggled to break the shaft of the arrow, propping his body off the ground.

The blood was still flowing, but his gaze stayed on the big curtain.

In the flying banner, the Mongolian cavalry of the brigade crossed the top of the hill with the wind and rushed towards the Song army without saying a word.

It's over. Ah Shu laughed loudly, feeling that time was like a white wind, sweeping past him, sweeping through this blood-colored field, and swept down the Han River, countless such winds of time formed the great river of history. It's just that in this river, there is no longer his name. He laughed because it was all over.