When he saw that the Oghuz were all fully drawn, he was so frightened that Potrufis immediately ducked down under a pile of hay behind the fence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bowstrings rang out like a torrential rain, and the arrows of the Oghuz were hundreds and thousands, like the waves of a waterfall flowing backwards, rushing straight into the gray snowy sky, because no rockets were used, so the black and numb ones were just mixed with the gray clouds.

The Assasin believers behind the gate and the fence were still clamoring with all kinds of long and short weapons, when Potrufis held his head and looked up, and the arrows of the Oghuz people were indeed pouring down like the sea, and many of the believers were violently gouging through their foreheads and throats, and some of them were full of arrows, leaning upside down against the support of the wooden tower, and then more arrows were pierced there.

The haystack in front of Potrufis was full of mustard flying, arrows jumping around and on it, some flying like snakes through the gaps in the grass, passing by the former Roman envoy, Potrufis was frightened, he screamed, but did not dare to walk casually, and everywhere there were people who fell on their backs with arrows, and they could only curl up their bodies even more.

But the arrows of the Oghuz were like rain of arrows, and the whole of the small walled city was covered with feathers, and if they were given enough time and strength, these archers could have completely destroyed the gates!

The Assasin believers no longer felt the fearlessness of the hallucinogens and manic potions, and they were pierced by the arrows of the Oghuz in various postures, and they were stamped to the ground, and some of the seriously wounded were pierced by another arrow before they could crawl two steps.

"The gate of heaven is open, the eye of heaven is open! I'm finally going to receive seventy-two seedless raisins! In the midst of the dead bodies, there was a crouching believer who raised his hands and howled hysterically into the sky.

However, the "Gate of Heaven" that opened the cave spewed out a rain of arrows that killed people in an instant, and as soon as he finished shouting, he was "shot into a hedgehog by seventy-two arrows falling from the sky, and sat on the ground and bled to death" (Portrufis who saw it with his own eyes)

"What the hell? If it goes on like this, it won't last even an hour. I can't wait to die here. "Portrufes was frantic and desperate.

Suddenly, the rain of arrows that had been thrown from outside suddenly stopped—the Oghuz were no longer in formation, and they began to lunge along the hillside, under the cover of stones, trenches, and low trees.

On a wooden tower in the area where Potrufis was, an Assasin who had survived the rain of arrows stood up and raised his crossbow to shoot at him. The bolt struck the stone, and the Oghuz man crouched down at once, and then came out of the side of the stone with a cat, and the Assasin on the tower shouted angrily, and began to rewire the crossbow, and his eyes moved with his target.

At this moment, another Oghuz man who was hiding behind the stone suddenly stood up, and with the sharp swing of the horn bow in his hand, the Assasin crossbowman on the wooden tower was shot through the head, and his body flipped out of the railing, and fell straight in front of Potrufis. "All the Holy Apostles willing, all the Holy Apostles willing," Potrufis grasped the corpse as cover, shuddering and praying, slowly moving towards the only fortified structure in the walled city: the small monastery on the edge of the back cliff.

It was only now that Potrufis saw that Gabzouk was leaning down and stealthily pulling a horse out of the stables by the tethered stone in the priory, "Shame on you, you want to escape?" Aren't you the eighth-dan deputy in the Assasin sect? ”

On the front of the walled city, the Oghuz had the absolute superiority, and their bows and arrows suppressed the gates and several towers.

The stragglers of the brigade and regiment under the command of Zhigata on war horses rushed up the snow, and in the middle of the front team were the chariots with heavy iron pipes with wheels on the door, which was a dexterous version of the big chariot - the iron pipes were filled with Khitan snow and rumbled up against the city gate.

Then Zhigata waved and chopped the battle flag in his hand, the lead on the iron pipe car was ignited, and the stragglers turned and scattered and crouched behind their shields.

After the loud noise, the ground shook, and the entire mountain fort seemed to shake several times: the air waves and explosive force that burst out of the iron pipe spanned more than 20 feet, shattering the gate and latch of this walled city, and several Assasin believers who were still in a state of poisoning and madness behind them were suddenly smashed and smashed by the flying door latch fragments, and their bodies turned back more than ten feet.

"I'm Rigata. Pollan was the first to rush in! Before the stragglers could pour in, Rigata, wrapped in a bright red battle flag, rode up the hill and burst through the bombed-out gate, holding a spear in the style of a red hand cavalry, when an Assasin had just swooped down from the side and tried to knock him off his horse. Zhigata swung his spear sideways to knock his opponent down, then spun his body in the saddle and pierced him with a backhand spear to the ground. But because of the irritation of the toxin, the other party kicked his feet like a dying toad, gritted his teeth and tried to get up, and grabbed Zhigata's spear with both hands.

At this moment, two or three tall Assasin devotees, masked, howling and holding sticks and axes, rushed towards Zhigata, who could not stab his spear freely.

"Boom", a dozen arrows flew in, and they all hit them, and they were even carried by the powerful force of the arrows to fly several feet, and then rolled on the snow-the arrows were shot by Oghuz who had caught up with Zhigatama, and then they rushed up and chopped the believer who was lying on the ground and clutched the spear of Zhigata into pieces with a scimitar and an axe.

The volunteers, stragglers, and border dwellers rushed into the walled city, killing everyone they could: it turned out that this group of believers, even if they had eaten the poison of excitement, encountered a regular elite army, and their technical and tactical level was not comparable to that of the inferior Khorasan regimental training, and they shouted and shouted in disorder, waving the pitiful short weapons in their hands, and running around, only to be cut over one by one by a scythe, stabbed by a sword, and chopped down by an axe, and the Guardian army of Tarsus was simply overwhelmed.

Zhigata threw down his spear and continued his horse's march on the bones of the Assasin, until he rushed to the door of the monastery when a dwarf Assasin with a dagger twisted in front of him.

It looks like a teenage country boy.

The dagger flew over and smashed into Zhigata's chest, but it was bounced off by the solid piercing armor, and it didn't hurt at all.

Then the little Assasin believer stood where he was, not knowing what to do next.

Zhigata had a seizure, and with the order he had received to "kill without mercy", he took out a short fire bolt from the hanging bag of his saddle, stretched out his arm and put it directly in front of the little believer's face.

A cloud of smoke exploded with a loud sound, and the little believer's head was completely pierced, and the body fell to the edge of the low wall.