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Wang Huiwan didn't expect that he would be hit by an arrow in his buttocks, and the heart-rending pain in that moment made him almost fall from his horse in pain, but he was barely able to sit down by Wang Fei from the side.

Wang Hui, who was in pain, turned his head tremblingly, and a bloody arrow had been inserted into his buttocks.

"Such a bump can still shoot me, it must be a good thing that Hua Rong did......"

Wang Hui was furious in his heart, but at this point, where could he go to Gu with an arrow wound on his cheek, he could only endure the severe pain and desperately beat the war horse and fled.

Song Qian and Wang Fei on the left and right, both of them relied on their own strength to be at the top of the world, but they couldn't even protect their own lord, but let Wang Hui be injured by cold arrows, and he was ashamed and annoyed in his heart, and he really wanted to turn back and fight to the death with Hua Rong, who shot and injured his lord.

It's just that the situation is so crisis, they have no anger, but they can only swallow it helplessly, holding Wang Hui, who was injured in the buttocks, and fleeing all the way to the shore.

"Damn, it's just a little bit, keep chasing me." Zhang Yuan shouted regret and continued to urge the army to chase wildly.

Wang Hui and his hundreds of defeated soldiers, like lost dogs, easily fled to the shore, and before most of them could board the ship, Zhang Yuan's 3,000-step cavalry followed.

The rolling iron hooves mercilessly rolled towards the frightened ants, and the screams drowned out the sound of the rolling water, and the corpses soon lay in wait all over the river line, and the gushing blood stained the river bank into a blood swamp, and the crimson blood flowed into the water, and the river water was red.

The red-eyed soldiers of the Zhang army drove the remaining soldiers of Wang into Surabaya like pigs and dogs.

The bows and crossbows in their hands mercilessly fell into the water, and the enemy soldiers who were crawling towards the boat shot indiscriminately, and the enemy soldiers were like live targets that moved slowly and let Zhang Jun shoot them

Blood stained the surface of the water red, countless enemy soldiers died in the icy water, and floating corpses were swept away by the current.

With hundreds of remnants blocking the road, Wang Hui finally took the lead, climbed into a warship, drove into Surabaya, and escaped from the hellish banks of Shura.

Holding the remnants of the "Wang" banner, Wang Hui stood at the stern of the boat and looked at the riverbank, his gray face was painfully distorted to the point that he was no longer human.

The boat was getting farther and farther away, and there were already 100 steps offshore, and at this time Wang Hui was frightened and could finally take a breath.

Looking around, except for Jian Zheng, who boarded the ship in advance, there were less than ten soldiers left, how miserable.

Think about the time when he was at his peak, he had tens of thousands of soldiers in his hands and owned a county, but now he has fallen to such a point in the blink of an eye, he has become poor and white, which is worse than before he was not a state pastor.

Wang Hui's heart is dripping blood, and it is not only his heart that is dripping blood, but also his ass.

The loss of soldiers and horses is still secondary, and what is even more embarrassing is that Wang Hui actually shot an arrow at Zhang Yuan, and this arrow was not good for shooting, and it was embarrassing to shoot his ass.

Wang Hui, who was ashamed, could only endure this huge shame, trembling and lying down, and ordered the doctor to pull out the arrow on his buttocks and treat him with medicine.

Wang Hui, who was lying on the deck, grinned with his teeth, with a face of pain and frustration, looking at the riverbank that was gradually moving away, looking at the banner of the word "Zhang" that was showing off his might, and said with hatred in his mouth: "Zhang Yuan, today's shame, if I Wang Hui don't report it, I will not be a person!" ”

Song Qian, who was beside him, saw his lord in such pain, it was even more uncomfortable than being hit by an arrow.

He stood beside the boat, his bloodshot eyes looking at the opposite shore in the distance, the big flag with the word "Zhang" flying proudly in the wind, and the hideous and distorted red face surging with resentment.

Unable to bear it, he took a deep breath and shouted angrily: "Zhang Yuan traitor, you listen to me, you hurt my lord's arrow, I Song Qian swear that you will be broken into pieces, and the three of our lords and ministers will definitely kill you back, you wait." ”

"Wang Lao Thief, count yourself lucky, you only took an arrow on your ass......"

On the shore, Zhang Yuanyuan looked at the lonely boat and fled farther and farther, feeling regretful, and wanted to make Huarong release arrows again, but found that Wang Hui and his gang were afraid of him, and they all dared not show their heads.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly heard the sound of angry scolding, and when he looked closely, he saw that on the boat two hundred steps away, Song Qian was standing tall, roaring and scolding at him.

"Song Qian, if you hit the muzzle of the gun yourself, you can't shoot Wang Hui, so you can shoot you."

Zhang Yuan sneered and glanced at Hua Rong, "The person who saw the outcrop didn't have it, that was Song Qian, are you sure to shoot him?" ”

Hua Rong glanced up, only said in a low voice, "Rong Mo will try", then bent his bow and shot, aiming at Song Qian again.

With a distance of two hundred paces, even the strongest three-stone bow has reached the limit of its range.

What's more, the boat was bumpy, the wind on Surabay was also strong, and at this night, only the torches along the shore illuminated, and the visibility was also very low, and the difficulty of this arrow was even more difficult than the previous shot of Wang Hui's arrow.

Zhang Yuan's face was full of confidence, he believed that Hua Rong's archery skills could do it.

Although Hua Rong had shown the magic shot before and was impressed by everyone, this time it was too difficult, and Zu Di and the others couldn't help but be suspicious, and they all held their breath to see how his arrow was.

"Go!" With a soft drink, Hua Rong let go of her fingers.

Hearing only the sound of a string, under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, the sharp arrow came out of the string, two hundred steps apart, and roared towards the door of Song Qian on the ship.

The arrow was like a meteor, piercing through the layers of night, and rushed to Song Qian like a streamer.

Song Qian, who was standing proudly, was facing the river two hundred steps away at the moment, unscrupulously saying cruel words, which he could not have expected. Hua Rong will be separated by two hundred paces and shoot this earth-shattering arrow.

It's not that he doesn't know that under Zhang Yuan's command, there is such a marksman as Hua Rong, who has the skill of piercing Yang in a hundred steps, if he is on the shore, or even close to the shore, he will be wary.

However, now that he was separated by more than two hundred steps, the visibility was low, the wind and waves on the river were uncertain, and the boats were bumpy, Song Qian thought that even if he was a marksman, it would be impossible to shoot him, let alone just a nobody, so he dared to show his head boldly and roar wantonly.

Therefore, Song Qian was completely defenseless, and when the arrow hit in front of him, he realized in horror that he was wrong.

If it is a pawn, or even an ordinary general, this arrow will hit him straight in the face.

Fortunately, he is Song Qian.

The force value of 89 made him practice a sharp and almost instinctive reflexes, and at the moment when the cold arrow hit the face, he hurriedly tilted his neck and made evasive actions in a minute.

Blood splattered.

The arrow was still shot.

Although he didn't shoot Song Qian in the face, he shot him diagonally in the chin.

Song Qian screamed, Nuoda's body shook violently, and it was difficult to stand firmly, and he immediately fell on the deck, his chin was shot through a hole, half of his beard was shot through instantly, and the rest was immediately stained red by the tumbling blood.

The head was the place where the nerves were connected, and even if he was shot in the jaw, it hurt so much that he almost fainted.

"General Song!"

Wang Fei, who was taking care of Wang Hui, thought that he was drugged his lord's buttocks, and his own General Song was also hit by an arrow, and he screamed and rushed over to support Song Qian.

Song Qian, who was furious, finally breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the arrow on his chin, and a bloody hole was suddenly revealed in his chin, as if a bloody little mouth had grown again, even terrifying.

"General Song, why did you stand up and show up?" Wang Fei was in pain and anger, holding his own General Song with one hand, and tearing off his shirt with the other hand, blocking Song Qian's chin.

Song Qian trembled and picked up the arrow and took a look, and saw that the word "Huarong" was engraved on the shaft of the arrow.

Sure enough, it was shot by Hua Rong.

"Zhang Yuan, Hua Rong, I want you to ......" Song Qian roared angrily and wanted to scold, but his mouth touched the pain of his jaw to death, and he couldn't spit out half a word anymore.

He was so angry that he couldn't figure it out anyway, how could the guy under Zhang Yuan have such incredible archery skills, and in such a harsh environment, he could actually shoot himself.

Looking at Song Qian, who was covered in blood and described as embarrassed, Wang Hui was also so angry that his eyes almost exploded.

The dignified Han clan relatives, the heroes of the world, were defeated again and again by Zhang Yuan, a nameless boy, and it was just a matter of killing the commander of the light pole, he was shot in the ass first, and the second brother, who was as close as a sibling, was shot in the chin again, Zhang Yuan's humiliation of him was really enough.

Although he was full of hatred and anger in his heart, and he wanted to devour Zhang Yuansheng alive, Wang Hui still kept calm in the end, forcibly suppressed his anger, but gritted his teeth and said calmly: "The enmity of our lord and minister, sooner or later we will let the traitor pay back, Song Qian, bear with it, when we arrive in Chang'an, we can use Dong Zhuo to make a comeback." ”

"I'm going to kill Zhang Yuan, I have to kill him today!"

Song Qian was unwilling, with a vague roar, struggling to get up, but he was held down by Wang Fei, for fear that he would receive another arrow.

After struggling for a while, Song Qian's movements were too big, and finally touched his nerves, and after a painful dizziness, his eyes went black and he fainted in Wang Fei's arms.

Wang Hui didn't care much, and was anxious to lift Song Qian to the cabin for treatment, and Zhengji endured the pain in his buttocks, urging the sailors to paddle desperately and escape from here.

A lone warship hurriedly sailed away from the water-stained river and fled upstream. (To be continued.) )