Chapter VIII Rescue
Anyway, it's a person who has been trained for a few years, and the few pumpkins on the left are not sitting still. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but very wittily rolled out, and shot out with a shake of two stainless steel crossbow arrows in his hand.
However, in the excitement, the two crossbow arrows did not fully work, and they kept shooting one of the roaring Tartar scouts, and the other was knocked out by the scimitar, but it was precisely this that made the scout's arm sore, and for a while he could not cut a second knife.
At this time, the attention of all the Tartar scouts was attracted to the left, and the suppression of Basil suddenly weakened by half.
Zhu Houzhao saw this gap here, and immediately shouted without hesitation: "Fire!" ”
The crossbow arrow in his hand was shot first, piercing the throat of an unsuspecting Tartar scout.
But the pumpkin behind him was not designed together, but took out the fire fold......
Tang Fei **** your uncle!
Zhu Houzhao roared wildly, and immediately flew up and pounced.
After four years of practice, Zhu Houzhao has made a lot of hard work, although his achievements in martial arts have not reached the realm of Basil, who also rushed over quickly, but he did more than do Tang Fei at the insidious level.
After this crossbow arrow was fired, Zhu Houzhao's body did not stop at all, but swam like a snake to the Tatar scout's war horse.
A dagger in his left hand had been pulled off his boot, and then Zhu Houzhao poked the dagger on the horse's calf without thinking about it.
Zhu Houzhao doesn't care for horses, they are our best means of transportation This kind of Mongolian Animal Protection Association declares, he only knows that the thief captures the king first, and shoots the man before the horse!
The horse neighed and fell down suddenly, but Zhu Houzhao had already slipped out of the previous step, scooped up the Tatar scouts who had fallen from the horse, and the dagger in his hand opened his throat with a slight upright.
Scarlet blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing Zhu Houzhao's body and face.
Zhu Houzhao was stunned for a moment, as if his previous courage had been extinguished by the blood of this unlucky Tatar scout, and his stomach churned.
I have always felt that killing people is like killing chickens, and I didn't know how disgusting it was until I did it myself.
"In the future, Lao Tzu will use a gun!" Zhu Houzhao was stunned for three seconds, then wiped the blood on his face fiercely, and said through gritted teeth.
From smashing people with stones, to slashing them in two with knives, to punching bullets one by one, to finally destroying them, the degree of evolution of human beings can be fully reflected in the beauty of killing.
With Zhu Houzhao, a rookie who has only been practicing martial arts for four years, has won a blood, how can Basil, as a master, be calm.
The distance of nearly 100 steps was rushed by him with a few strong steps, and the speed was outrageous, especially Zhu Houzhao pointed out that he wanted to shoot him with crossbow arrows.
Bastard, dare to hide his secrets!
Basil didn't care about this, where could the pure masters who had been ejaculated for a long time still be able to suppress the anger in their hearts, and they were still more than ten steps away from the Tatar scouts before they suddenly jumped up in the air and pounced on them like a big bird.
The common thing hanging from his waist appeared in his hand at some point, and a cold light reflected in the moonlight, swept past the Tartar scout, and then turned and pounced on the next one.
The Tatar scouts are also unlucky, and when they come out to inquire about the news, they can also meet Zhu Houzhao's group of pumpkins.
Soon, the pumpkins who were familiar with killing were put down two or three people with cold arrow blades.
These elite cavalry are absolutely invincible as long as they can fight and move in a small group of contact battles, but today they were knocked down by Zhu Houzhao, an unruly person, and half of their horses were knocked down, so that those people couldn't escape if they wanted to.
How could he be the opponent of Zhu Houzhao and these people in the foot battle, especially if there was an unreasonable person like Basil in it.
Only four horsemen died in a short time, but Zhu Houzhao killed another person on his side.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining four horsemen immediately beat their horses and asked Zhu Houzhao and the others to gallop away.
The Tatars were originally unparalleled in cavalry and archery, and these people wanted to flee ********, but Zhu Houzhao and others couldn't intercept them, even if there were masters like Basil, they were shot back by two cold arrows after they opened the distance.
"Basil, if you don't catch Lao Tzu alive and come back, you will be on duty with Liu Jin when you go back!" Seeing that the people on the opposite side were getting farther and farther away, Zhu Houzhao was a little anxious.
It's so ridiculous, the people on both sides suddenly started to do it without saying a word and didn't understand each other's purpose, and they didn't even think about it, they started doing it without even saying a word, are you neurotic!
Basil glanced at Zhu Houzhao deeply, and found that the prince didn't seem to be joking, and suddenly felt a chill in his crotch.
Without saying a word, he jumped on a war horse and chased after him.
The condition on the Basil side was hidden in deep darkness, and the author did not want to see it.
Zhu Houzhao took the people back to the bonfire, looked at the pumpkin that was the first to be shot, and sighed regretfully.
Eight people came out, and one died and one was injured in just one day, is this really my Zhu Houzhao's impulsive punishment?
Zhu Houzhao looked up at the bleak moonlight and asked the sky speechlessly.
Basil is worthy of being a master of Wudang, and he still managed to grab his tongue when he hung a huge feather arrow hairpin in his hair.
The Tatar scout, whose arm had been broken, was rudely thrown in front of Zhu Houzhao by Basil.
“#¥%& *......" Before Zhu Houzhao could speak, he was smoked by a strong smell of bad breath.
"What did he say?" Zhu Houzhao looked at the people around him with a blinded expression, but found that they were even more deceived than himself.
Zhu Houzhao's face was a little unbearable, and he asked him to grab his tongue back, but he didn't understand the language.
Going up was a kick on the Tatar's waist, and Zhu Houzhao scolded: "I can't learn Chinese for so many years, no wonder I will be driven to the grassland!" Who, get two wooden forks and roast this calf! ”
Then, Zhu Houzhao was slapped in the face again.
I only heard the Tatar scout foaming at the mouth, and said in super skimming Chinese: "You Ming dog, kill if you want to, our great little prince will definitely avenge me, and your death will be a hundred times more painful than mine!" ”
Well, it looks like a hard stubble. Zhu Houzhao touched his hot face, and only felt that whatever he said today seemed wrong.
"Name your troop number, sir!" Annoyed and angry, Zhu Houzhao stepped on the face of the Tatar scout and shouted.
The captured Tatar scout did not speak, but just looked at the arrogant Zhu Houzhao with fire-filled eyes.
"Say!" Zhu Houzhao roared angrily.
"You've stepped on his mouth!" Basil said lightly beside him, and the feather arrow on his head was still shaking and did not take it down: "Also, we don't understand the question you asked, let alone him......"
Zhu Houzhao touched his nose in embarrassment, quickly changed the topic, and looked in the direction of the Tatar departure with great concern.
"This place has been exposed and should not stay for a long time, this sacrificed brother will be cremated directly, we can't leave anyone behind!"
Everyone is in a mood, and if they change to other places, it would be good if they could bury the dead, and they still want to take them back, which is just.
"That...... I...... I think I can still salvage it......" The big brother with the arrow in his chest suddenly moved.