Shan Wu was originally a minor weak chicken soldier, but He Ping had already discovered that this was a talented weak chicken soldier.

It's only been three days, and just last night, Shan Wu had already broken through the third layer of the "Heart Appreciation True Sutra". Don't look at him now, he is only 1.4 meters tall, and he lifts a hundred pounds of stones as if he is playing.

And before He Ping had discovered that another talent of Shan Wu was archery.

In the past, it was just that he couldn't pull the bow because of his weak hands, but after the "Heart Appreciation True Sutra" broke through the third layer, he was already able to fight normally if he was given a three-stone bow this morning.

Therefore, He Ping had no doubts about the Khitan hundred people who were shot two hundred meters away by a single arrow, but this kid was able to avoid the armor on this Khitan officer and accurately shoot into the throat of the target, which also made He Daxian can't help but look at him more.

Among these five apprentices, only Shan Wu broke through the third layer, and the other few people had just broken through the first layer after three days.

That Wang Dazhui himself was a marksman, and he was the leader of a ten-man archer team, and when he saw He Ping standing in front, he was afraid that the master would suffer, so he always wanted to come up to protect him. He Ping had already scolded him back, but when he saw the Khitan cavalry with bows and arrows in his hands, he immediately rushed up again and rushed to shoot an arrow. Of course, after he broke through the first layer of the "Heart Appreciation Sutra", the range and accuracy also increased a lot.

The three Khitan cavalrymen who rushed over and were ready to shoot arrows fell off their horses in the blink of an eye, and the remaining one was also taken aback, trembling in his hands, the bow was not held steady, and the arrows fell down, and they couldn't shoot out at all.

Seeing that there was no chance, the remaining Khitan soldiers urgently grabbed the horse's head, turned around and wanted to go back. At this time, Shan Wu's second arrow flew silently, and with a "bang", an arrow shot into the left ear of the Khitan soldier and pierced through the right ear.

A finger-thick stream of blood rushed out from the right side of the pigtailed head, which flew weakly half a meter away and then spread out, glowing a dazzling bright red in the early morning sun.

The soldier straightened up on his horse for several seconds before he was lifted off by the bumpy back of his horse, and fell to the ground with a thud, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

The Tang Army's position behind He Ping was quiet for several seconds before cheers rang out one after another, but He Ping's left hand was immediately raised.

"Silence!"

Several chiefs hurriedly stopped their subordinates, and the scene quickly fell silent again.

There were 19 cavalry in the distance, and they stopped their horses about 400 meters away, standing in place, the Khitan cavalry, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that they are arguing or something.

He Ping knew that it was not that simple, the Khitan officer who was killed by a single arrow just now was the only officer in this team. The remaining nineteen horsemen are all under this officer, and with the strict hierarchical concept of the Khitans, now that the officer is dead, these people will not survive even if they go back.

Sure enough, after a short quarrel, one cavalryman turned around and galloped to report the news, and the other eighteen cavalrymen quickly lined up in a row and began to accelerate towards the side of the Tang army.

"You three, go back to the earthen wall immediately, Shan Wu Liu Qi, remember to protect Ming'er Cicada. Wang Da Hammer, next time you leave the post without permission like this, I will slash you with one sword! ”

After driving the three of them back, just at this time, the horse of the pro-soldier killed by Wang Da Hammer had already wandered over, He Ping hurriedly ran a few steps, grabbed the reins, turned over and rode up.

The Khitans probably never bathe, the whole horse is so stinky that it almost suffocates, and the saddle is a thick blanket that can't see the color, and when you sit on it, it looks like a pile of shit, soft and wet, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Even the reins grabbed in his hand were a smell of stinky feet and the sour smell of mare's milk, which went straight to He Daxian's nose.

But I can't do that much now.

Grasping the reins, he turned the horse and drew the long saber that the dead Khitan soldier hung on the side of the horse.

It was a weapon designed for horse warfare, with a wooden pole about two meters long and a two-foot-long blade attached to the other end. These two Khitan soldiers seem to be of some level, at least the quality of this saber is not very bad.

The eighteen Khitan cavalry in front had already run, and their speed had increased to more than fifty miles, and they had entered a state of decisive charge.

The rumbling and rhythmic sound of horses' hooves continuously stepped on the ground, far more realistic and terrifying than any super-bass sound field in later generations, with a crushing aura and might, which made those Tang Army foot soldiers on the ground depressed and breathless.

He Ping sat on the horseback, straightened his waist, raised the shield in his left hand and the saber in his right hand to form a big V, and a sharp and loud shout broke out in his throat:

"Ho! War! ”

The commanders in the back hurriedly commanded the soldiers to respond.

"Fight!" The Tang soldiers shouted not too loudly, nor too neatly.

He Daxian stretched out his hand to pull the reins tightly, and the front hooves of the war horse were raised in the air, and in a series of Herod's horse calls, he burst out again:

"Ho! War! ”

"Fight!" This time, the voices of the Tang soldiers were much louder, and they were basically more neat.

The front hooves of the war horse fell, and the long tip of He Daxian's saber pointed forward, arched his back, and shouted for the third time:

"Ho! War! ”

"Fight!" A neat and unequivocal echo came from behind.

"Fight!" This is another encouragement issued by Du Bin's big voice alone.

"Fight!" Hundreds of Tang soldiers followed and shouted wildly, extremely neat, from the heart, hoarse.

"Fight!" Without the commander's command, the Tang soldiers let out the loudest roar for the third time, and the roaring and bursting male voice spread far along the surface of the lake, startling a flock of water birds.

Seeing that the morale of the Tang soldiers had risen, He Ping pressed his feet on the stirrups, and the spurs pressed on the horse's belly, and the war horse also began to puff up and rushed towards the running Khitan cavalry face to face!

There are still 100 meters to go, He Ping's left hand shield is firmly blocked on his left chest, and his right hand is like a medieval Western European knight, holding a pole in one hand, pointing the saber straight ahead.

At 50 meters, He Ping's buttocks left the horse's back, and the whole person stood on the stirrups, gently clamping the horse's neck with his knees on both sides, and the tip of the saber was firmly pointed at the Khitan cavalryman in the center.

At 20 meters, the face of the Khitan cavalry who was locked by He Ping could already be seen clearly. This is a weather-beaten Khitan veteran, and a long knife mark on his square face looks shocking.

At 10 meters, the long knife of the Khitan veteran also firmly locked on He Ping, and another slightly younger Khitan soldier on his right also pointed the saber in his hand at He Ping.

The face of the Khitan veteran showed a hideous look, his eyes full of were as big as copper coins, and they had already turned red, and the young Khitan soldier on the right had already transferred the saber to his left hand in order to make it easier.

In another 2 seconds, He Ping will whizz through the two of them!

Three sabers approached at high speed in the bumps, and together they emitted a breathing death in the miserable white morning sun.