Yue Ren was attacking the inner wall with all his might, and he didn't expect that two people would suddenly rush out from behind.

Hearing the shouts behind him, the leader who was directing the battle turned around and saw that a Han man who didn't even have armor was rushing towards him, and he didn't take it seriously, and turned his head again, focusing on the inner wall that was about to collapse. But then he realized that something was wrong and turned his head again.

This time, he knew why something was wrong.

The subordinates who rushed forward had all fallen to the ground, and the Han man had already rushed thirty paces away, swinging his sword one after another to cut down the two Yue people who stepped forward to intercept him. More than twenty steps behind him, there was also a Han man standing. The Han man stood sideways, with his bow and arrows, and was shooting continuously.

Between them, there were seven or eight figures, all of whom were his personal guards. No matter how fierce the battle is, these people will not leave his side. But at this moment, they fell to the ground one by one, and the figure of the archers in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the swordsman had already pounced in front of him, stabbing two guards to death with his sword.

These are two rangers! He frowned. These two people are superb in martial arts, and they are by no means ordinary people, and if they are close to them, they are likely to threaten their lives. He raised his hand, ready to order the other guards to come forward and intercept him.

At this moment, he felt a chilling killing intent.

He raised his head and saw Liang Xiao, and saw Liang Xiao standing sideways, with his bow and arrows.

Although there was only one bow and only one arrow on the bow, this bow and this arrow contained an irresistible killing intent that made him shudder.

He only then noticed that in front of him. Among the several corpses that fell to the ground. At least half of them were shot in the throat.

Arrows and arrows seal your throat!

There is no such thing as a good archeryman. Without strong self-confidence, in the rapidly changing battlefield, no one dares to be so arrogant, usually they will choose a bigger chest, at least a face, and few people will choose the throat.

The team leader felt threatened, and the order to kill the enemy that poured into his mouth turned into self-help. "Shieldhand—"

Before he could finish speaking, the air in front of him suddenly distorted and deformed. Immediately after, an arrow appeared in front of him, and then disappeared again.

A sharp pain came from his neck, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on his back.

Before he fell to the ground, he saw Liang Xiao turn around and shoot five arrows in different directions one after another, and then heard five familiar screams, which sounded almost at the same moment.

There is no loneliness on the Huangquan Road, and at least five elders will accompany him.

In an indescribable emotion. The team crashed to the ground. The guards beside him looked at each other, not yet understanding what was happening. Someone crouched down. Helping the team leader, he found that there was a big hole in his throat, and blood gushed out.

Liang Xiao's feet were differentiated, as steady as Mount Tai, and he waved his gestures one after another, shooting arrow after arrow. In the face of their surprise attack, the Yue people were completely disorganized, chaotic, and did not even raise their shields, which was a good time for him to play. Targets within thirty paces are almost a one-shot kill, and none of them miss.

Before the Yue people realized the danger, he shot and killed seven officers, including the supreme commander of this group of Yue people, the owner of the battle flag.

It was only then that Yue reacted, raised their shields one after another, and rushed towards them. For a while, the feather arrows flew wildly, and Liang Xiao was hit by two arrows in the blink of an eye.

Liang Xiao didn't dare to slack off, stretched out his hand and tore off the arrow, put away his bow, and ran wildly, catching up with Wei Qing, who was fighting bravely. "Zhongqing, let's go!"

"Follow me!" Wei Qing swung his sword with both hands, slashed with all his strength, and firmly protected Liang Xiao. Under his protection, Liang Xiao shouted while shooting: "Go to the inner gate, go to the inner door!" ”

With the continuous shooting, the quiver was about to be empty, and most of the arrows brought by Wei Qing were also used by him, and he was about to face the dilemma of running out of arrows, and he had to rush to replenish it.

"Good!" Wei Qing agreed loudly and rushed to the inner door. When he passed the battle flag, he jumped up, stabbed the flag bearer with a sword, turned around and kicked the flagpole in two.

The battle flag fell with a bang, covering the already dead captain.

The Yue people went crazy, and shouted like an enraged beast, rushing forward and one after another. They waved the weapons in their hands, slashed at Wei Qing without a head or face, raised the bows and crossbows in their hands, and kept shooting.

In the blink of an eye, Wei Qing was hit by two arrows, and Liang Xiao was hit by another arrow.

Liang Xiao pulled out the arrow, put it on the bow and shot it back, and at the same time rushed towards the inner door. Wei Qing wielded his long sword, protected him and fought and retreated, stopping the Yue people who were chasing after him.

The Yue people followed them, like a tidal wave, rushing to the inner door.

Before Liang Xiaoren arrived, the arrow arrived first. He gave up the Yue people who were swarming behind him, and shot the Yue people in front of the door wholeheartedly. These Yue people were attacking the inner gate, and they didn't expect that someone would rush from behind and be hit by arrows one after another.

The people on the wall had already seen Liang Xiao and the others, seeing the costumes they were wearing, especially seeing Liang Xiao's heroic posture of shooting more than a dozen people one after another in a moment, knowing that these two people were not Yue people, they hurriedly stepped forward to answer and opened the inner door that had been cut to tatters by Yue people.

Liang Xiao took the lead and rushed into the inner door. As soon as he rushed through the inner door, he cried out, "Pull me up, give me arrows, give me arrows!" ”

"Give me your hand!" A middle-aged man stretched out his hand from the inner door, grabbed Liang Xiao's wrist, and lifted him up forcefully, while shouting loudly: "Erwa, send arrows quickly." ”

A teenager who was at most twelve or thirteen years old ran over and knelt down on one leg in front of Liang Xiao. Liang Xiao pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back, put it on the string, glanced at the battle situation in front of the door, and shot three arrows in a row.

"Buzz!" Three strings sounded, and three arrows flew out in succession. The three Yue people who surrounded Wei Qing and slashed at the same time let out a miserable scream, two fell to the ground, and one threw away the weapon in his hand, holding the arm that was hit by the arrow, and let out a painful roar.

Liang Xiao didn't have time to pay attention to him at all, so he shot two more arrows, shot down the two Yue people, and solved the enemy around Wei Qing, before he raised his bow and pointed into the distance.

The Yue people who were rushing over seemed to feel his killing intent, and they stopped in unison, raised the shield in their hands, and protected the vital point. They all saw Liang Xiao's archery skills of shooting three people with five arrows just now and knocking down the two, and no one dared to step forward and become Liang Xiao's arrow target.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wei Qing cut down the last enemy and rushed into the inner gate. He turned and stood in front of the inner door, panting for breath, his sword in hand, glaring at the enemy more than ten paces away, waiting for the next battle to begin.

In just more than 100 steps, Liang Xiao and Wei Qing were not lightly injured. Liang Xiao was hit by an arrow in the chest and three arrows in the back. Wei Qing was more serious than him, with two arrows in his chest, two arrows on his back, one arrow in his stomach, and one arrow in his left leg. Fortunately, it is not fatal, and it is not life-threatening for the time being.

This is all thanks to their sudden arrival and Liang Xiao's superb archery skills, under Liang Xiao's almost perfect first round of shooting, more than half of the Yue officers were shot, and the Yue people, who had no rules, fell into chaos and could not organize an effective blockade, which made them rush to the inside in one fell swoop and join the people in the inside.

But if the Yue people cooperate tacitly and block them for a few more moments, Liang Xiao and the others will die here today. They didn't even have armor, and Liang Xiao's arrows had run out, and with only Wei Qing and one sword, it was difficult for them to retreat with their whole body.

Of course, without the response of the Chinese people, it would have been difficult for them to go so smoothly.

The situation was reversed in an instant, the Vietnamese team was shot, the battle flag was kicked down, several Shi Chang were killed, and the morale plummeted. In the face of Liang Xiao's bow and arrow, no one dared to take another step.

The two sides were deadlocked, like two packs of wolves, panting, no one dared to act rashly, but they refused to take the lead in retreating.

Liang Xiao was condescending, standing with a bow, his eyes widened, and he kept scanning the Yue people who were slowly gathering together.

Streams of heat poured out from his lower back, down his back into his arms, and into his hands.

(To be continued......)