Attacked, the eight Korean foot soldiers who still had the ability to fight back also stopped evacuating, they took off the bows and arrows they were carrying, mounted the arrows, bowed their bodies and walked slowly like the place where the arrows were shot before. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

At this time, it is not good for them to retreat, so it is better to fight for it.

The number of the Korean army dropped to eleven at once, and there were two injured and unable to move, although they could still raise their bows and arrows to shoot, but the restrictions were still much greater after all.

After a brief silence, in the woods to the right of the Han army, one of the Wei scouts carefully poked his head out from behind the tree, and after quietly observing, he took out his bow and pulled the string.

But before he could pull the full moon, the arrows in the hands of the Han soldiers had already shot straight at him. This arrow was like a death reaper, it came so suddenly, the Wei army scouts couldn't take the slightest defense. In his round eyes, the arrow was like a black dot, not giving him any chance to escape.

There was a soft swish, and the sharp blade of the arrow shot straight into the tip of his nose, piercing the bones of his face as if it were embedded in his face.

The helpless Han army has no choice but to fight to the death, even if the fish dies and the net is broken.

Sun Long's seemingly powerless hand pulled the bowstring again, and his arrows were always pointed at the scouts, as long as they were not observant and adaptable, it would be much easier to deal with ordinary foot soldiers.

After some comparison, Sun Long frowned tightly, and easily replaced it with an arrow that looked much smaller but more delicate.

The bow was full of strings, and an arrow was fired, and the huge impact force made the much lighter arrow directly penetrate the breastplate of a Korean scout, and the sharp blade of the arrow was directly nailed to his chest.

After a few slight roars and a not-so-violent struggle, the scout fell silently to the ground, clutching his chest. Blood flowed down the arrows, staining the hands that had been placed there scarlet.

The moment the arrow left the string, Sun Long's thin body and the blink of an eye, he hid from the original grass pile behind a nearby big tree. As a result, the arrows fired by the South Korean army either missed or hit the trees.

However, this did not stop the attacking South Korean soldiers.

Sun Long, who stood up again, looked around, and the moment the corner of his mouth was raised, a cooing sound like an insect sounded. Many Wei scouts who heard the sound looked at him one after another.

Stretching out his hand, Sun Long waved behind him, signaling everyone to start retreating.

If the Han army really fled desperately, he and the others really couldn't guarantee that they would be annihilated. But now that the enemy has taken the bait, it shouldn't be difficult to play to the death slowly by dropping them.

After all, the scouts themselves are trained in this aspect of writing, and it doesn't take much preparation for them to fight and retreat at the same time.

The remaining eleven people, two people on each side of the front and back, left and right, drew their bows and arrows, and the rest of them were all ready to retreat.

Coincidentally, the arrows were released, there were no precise requirements, all they wanted was to attract the attention of the Korean soldiers, let them be vigilant, and delay their movements.

Some people took the opportunity to change directions. But the Han soldiers only blinked slightly at the incoming arrows, and then continued to move forward, and the slow bows turned into a run, because they saw where most of the Wei scouts were.

In short, it is to fight, so why not rush up directly, if you really let Wei Jun fall like this, the result can only be played slowly, and this life is simply regarded as a gust of wind that has passed.

Death is like home.

Dodging to the side of the tree to dodge another wave of arrows, the five Han soldiers who could move quickly ran to the front of the two big trees that hid the Wei army's scouts. Unarmed, they were ready to fight with arrows in their hands.

The two Wei scouts, who had not had time to walk away, took the arrows again in the shortest possible time, but only one of them let go of the strings. Within a short distance, the arrow hit the chest of a South Korean soldier without any mistakes. There is no suspense about his death anymore.

But after shooting one, the two Wei scouts had been stabbed to death by four other Han soldiers with arrows in their hands.

There is no choice, the Han army infantry at this moment has no idea of life, they just don't want to die.

But their actions eventually made them lose all protection, and the Wei scouts in other places seized the opportunity to send the bowstrings in their hands, and seven arrows broke through the air, and the last four Han soldiers finally fell unwillingly.

At this moment, Sun Long and another Korean scout hiding in the shadows released the bowstring that was shooting at the other side at the same time. The two arrows met at a distance of no more than a palm's face, and shot at different opponents at the same time.

Sun Long also turned around to dodge at the moment of letting go, but what he didn't expect was that two injured but still alive Wei pawns from the other direction also shot arrows at him, and the arrows flew over his head in a thrilling way, and the sharp arrow blade directly penetrated one of his ears, and while the blood splashed with the minced flesh, a tearing pain instantly permeated his whole body.

The weak face bit his teeth, and he still walked to a safe position at the first time, after all, it is not uncommon to be injured on the battlefield.

The Korean scouts on the opposite side were pierced through the right shoulder bone by the arrow shot by Sun Long in an instant, and although they did not die, they did not have the slightest combat effectiveness. He could only curl up and find a way to leave, but he was injured, and there was no one to cover for him, so it was obviously impossible to go away.

Except for Sun Long, the other eight Wei army scouts had already rushed towards this side extremely quickly.

"Be careful, there are two more movable ones over there."

Under Sun Long's reminder, the three Wei army scouts surrounded the Han army scout, blocking his way.

The other five men mounted their arrows after a certain distance, and first shot a rain of arrows at the two men, and then two of them scattered appropriately in the front three and ran past. But when they arrived, they found that the two men had been killed by the arrow, and the hole pierced by the arrow was blurred with blood. Maybe it's just fainting, but if no one helps them in time, they won't survive for half an hour.

Sun Long used this time to tear off a piece of cloth from his body and wrap it around the wound on his ear to prevent it from bleeding.

Immediately after, he put away his bow and grabbed another arrow and walked towards the trapped Korean scout.

"Say, where is the grain and grass of the Han army, and who is the guard?" His long career as a scout has always left his waist looking a little hunched. But on Sun Long's thin face, that touch of ruthlessness was not inferior to anyone at all.