Ma Gan also heard Long Fei's laughter, although he ran to find Wu Fan's. But after being almost killed by Wu Fan's arrow, he lay on the ground and crawled forward. A good archer is the equivalent of a modern sniper.

Even in ancient times, battles between snipers could never be underestimated.

The figure of the pole crawled past, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Dodging Wu Fan's arrow just now, between life and death, it was entirely based on experience.

When turning sideways, the average archer aims not at the neck and head, but at the armpits. In normal battles, most people wear armor, and the armpit is a place without armor, and when moving sideways, arrows are shot from the armpit and inserted into the intestines, which can kill people at once. Ma Chao heard the sound of arrows and fell forward, although he dodged the fatal arrow, but behind him, he was still scratched open by the arrow.

The fire burned not far away, and the pole lay in the grass, and his eyes were choked with tears. He knew that if he continued like this, he would not have to be shot to death for a while, and he would be choked to death. Even so, the pole endured.

The pole took out a short dagger and quietly cut off the small tree in front of him.

Through the tall grass, the horse pole had already determined that Wu Fan occupied a high position this time, condescending, and controlled the entire battlefield by using the nature of crossbow arrows to shoot quickly. The horse pole just shook his hand and shot the arrow released by Wu Fan, which made Wu Fan's vigilance against the horse pole unprecedentedly high.

Therefore, as soon as the horse pole ran into the tall bushes, Wu Fan gave up control of the battlefield, and he focused all his attention on the horse pole. However, what made Wu Fan a little unhappy was that even so, the horse pole still dodged his attention to the arrow.

Where did the pole go? As soon as the fire burned, the wind began to change, and the smoke drifted, and the grass in the high jungle below was covered by thick smoke, making Wu Fan lose his judgment of the grass and trees.

Unconsciously, Wu Fan also began to get nervous, his palms were sweaty, but he didn't dare to put his attention down. He stared silently downward, trying to gauge the possible changes in the grass and trees.

Wu Fan knew that the arrow just now must have exposed his position, he wanted to change places, and he was afraid that at this time, he would be seized by the horse pole.

……

Just when Wu Fan's spirit was tense, a person suddenly jumped up and bent his bow and arrow. Wu Fan believed that even if it was a horse pole, it would not be possible to be faster than him. But when his arrows left the crossbow, Wu Fan smiled bitterly.

Wu Fan was too nervous, the person who stood up and bent the bow and arrows just now was not a person at all? Rather, it was a straw man built by a temporary tree, and the horse pole put on his own clothes for the straw man.

At this time, the pole had already stood up, he was shirtless, and behind him was a raging fire, which could not hide the pole's appearance, and he was engrossed in a very simple arrow.

But this arrow, using all his strength, continued to expand the wound on his back, blood kept flowing out, and the pain eroded every nerve of the pole, which did not cause the slightest interference to the pole.

The arrow is off the string.

Ma Gan shouted happily: "Lao Tzu is the best in the world." ”

The arrows didn't give Wu Fan time to dodge, and the good crossbow in his hand, known as the guardian of Miao Village, exploded all at once.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Ma Gan's mouth, and he turned around and was about to leave in style, when he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and as a result, he left Wu Fan with a back of an ape, which Wu Fan could never forget for the rest of his life. (To be continued.) )