Chapter 2: Sympathy

The first two battles have one win and one loss, and this third game is related to the success or failure of this battle, and the coach of the Northern Wei Dynasty couldn't help but hesitate a little, and slowly looked at the generals on both sides.

At this time, a young general took the initiative to ask: General, the last general is invited to fight!

The commander looked up and saw that it was Hua Jun, the captain of the left military colonel. Although this person is young, he is extremely courageous, and he has excellent archery skills, and he has the ability to pierce Yang in a hundred steps. On weekdays, the army marches and fights, and the end is a hundred shots and a hundred shots, and there are no missing arrows.

The coach is overjoyed: non-generals can't take on this heavy responsibility!

The boss ordered a glass of wine to be taken and given the flower army a grand march.

Hua Jun drank Zhuangxing wine and slapped his horse to fight out.

I saw a young warrior in the Rouran army, seeing the luxurious costumes, he was also a general. The lion nose and wide mouth of this life, the swallow jaw and tiger whiskers, and the appearance of heroism. When the Rouran army saw this person out of battle, the three armies shouted in unison to cheer for him. The man took off his strong bow and raised it to signal to the army. In the call of the army, this person is even more hawkish and heroic.

At this time, the flower army had already killed in front of the battle, and the Rouran warriors looked at it carefully. I saw that although Hua Jun was a soldier, he was born very beautiful, and his body was quite petite in this million army, if it weren't for the military uniform, the strong bow in his hand and the murderous aura revealed between his eyebrows, he looked like a big girl in the embroidery building.

Rouran Warrior frowned and said: "Brother Wuna, this is a war, seeing that your body and bones have not yet grown, it is better to change your general's horse, so as not to give your life in vain."

Hua Jun smiled proudly: Hugh wants to boast, first see who gave his life!

Although Hua Jun said so, he knew that the Rouran people had grown up on horseback since childhood, and everyone was good at riding and archery, and the warriors who could be sent by the Khan to compete with arrows must be the only marksmen in ten thousand. So he didn't dare to slack off, his legs were clamped, and the horse under his crotch ran away.

Seeing that Hua Jun was so confident, the Rouran warrior must have been good at archery, so he walked back, turned around and bent his bow and arrows, and with a whoosh, shot arrows at Hua Jun's head and neck. Hua Jun turned sideways, his eyes were quick, and he grabbed the tail of the arrow. The Rouran Warrior secretly shouted: "Good! "Another arrow. Hua Jun heard the sound of arrows, knew that the situation was urgent, and could not take it with his hands, so he leaned down and lay down on the saddle, and the arrow grazed over his head. He turned his head on his horse, sat up straight, and knew that the Rouran warrior had a hand of arrows, sneering at two arrows, and then shooting from both sides, the arrows were like the wind, urgent and accurate. Hua Jun didn't expect the other party to be so powerful, and slipped off the saddle suddenly, hooking the stirrup with his right foot, and his body almost touched the ground, and the mount ran in a hurry, dragging him like a paper harrier flying on the ground. He twisted his waist, and as soon as he turned halfway, he had already fastened the bow string with the arrow he had received, and the string was drawn, and the feather arrow was shot at the belly of the Rouran warrior, and then it turned on the horse's back.

The Rouran Warrior shouted: "Good! "When the arrow came at the right time, it was also shot with one arrow, and the two arrows collided, and the remaining momentum did not fade, flying out diagonally, and inserting them into the sand side by side. The Wei army and the Rouran army cheered in unison.

The Rouran warrior drew a bow in a void, and when the flower army dodged to the right, he suddenly fired an arrow to the right. Hua Jun took the bow in his left hand and flicked it, and the arrow fell to the ground, and the Rouran warrior shot three arrows in a row, allowing him to dodge. The flower army galloped on horseback, pulled out a feather arrow, mounted a bow and turned around to shoot.

The warrior of Rouran wanted to show his ability, jumped on the back of the horse, stood in the saddle with his left foot, saw the arrow coming like a meteor, flew with his right foot and kicked the arrow, followed by condescendingly, and shot the arrow fiercely. The flower army urged the horse to dodge, and also shot an arrow, with a click, and the shaft of the arrow was split in two.

The Rouran warrior was the number one marksman in the Rouran army, and when he saw that he had not been able to gain the upper hand in the number of confrontations, he couldn't help but get anxious. The flower army didn't have time to fight back, so he had to dodge and dodge, but the arrows came closely, many and fast, and suddenly there was a pop, and the left shoulder was actually hit by the arrow. The crowd cheered in unison.

The Rouran warrior was overjoyed, and was about to shoot a few more arrows, but he died, and reached out into the quiver, but he felt empty, and it turned out that he had just run out of arrows in a series of rapid shots. So he hurried back to his horse and leaned over to pick up the arrows from the ground.

Hua Jun looked at it kindly, and the sound of an arrow did not stop, and the feather arrow had hit the heart of the Rouran warrior. The onlookers screamed, only that the Rouran warrior was bound to die by an arrow, but it was strange to say that although this arrow was extremely powerful, it made a very loud sound when it was grounded, and the back of the Rouran warrior was hit with a burst of pain, but it couldn't penetrate and slid on the ground. The Rouran warrior picked up the arrow, and at a glance, the arrow was actually taken away by Hua Jun, and it turned out to be a mercy to his subordinates.

The Rouran warrior climbed on his horse and shouted, "I am fighting for Rouran, and I will not accept your love!" ”

Hua Jun said: "Hua Jun has never spared the enemy!" But taking advantage of people's danger is not a hero, you go to get arrows and rematch!

When the Rouran Khan saw that the Rouran warrior was hit by an arrow in his back, his heart ached violently, and he almost cried out loud, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed to see that he was not dead.

At this time, the subordinates of the Rouran Warrior rushed forward and presented six bags of feather arrows, and the Rouran Warrior said: "Okay, let's compare again!" "Whoosh, swish, a burst of rapid shots. The front arrows and the back arrows are almost continuous, and they form a chain of arrows in the air.

Seeing that the situation was very urgent, Hua Jun hid in a stirrup, got under the horse's belly, squinted his eyes, and shot an arrow to the leg of the Rouran warrior, and the horse under the crotch of the Rouran warrior saw that the feather arrow was coming, and did not wait for the master to pull the reins, and flashed to the left. Unexpectedly, Hua Jun's arrow came very fast, not usual, poof, inserted into the horse's head, and the horse rolled to the ground.

The Rouran warrior fell to the ground, afraid that he would pursue, so he reflexively shot an arrow, aimed at the back of the flower army, and carried his strength enough, and the feather arrow flew away.

It is really a general's magic arrow, and there is no false hair, and the arrow is in the back of the neck of the flower army. Hua Jun's body shook and fell off the horse, and the arrow fell beside him, but it turned out that the arrow was also gone. The Rouran warrior drew another arrow and put it on the bow and meowed at the flower army.

After Hua Jun landed, he hurriedly turned over and unloaded his strength, did not wait to stand up, half knelt on the ground, and before he turned around, he had already copied the bow in his hand, twisted an arrow on his back, and bent the bow and arrow at the Rouran warriors.

Rouran Warrior: That arrow just now is to repay the merciful virtue of your subordinates just now, one life for another!

Hua Jun: Okay, now it's clear.

Warrior: Now I'm not going to show mercy!

Hua Jun: Who wants you to be merciful? Come, shoot arrows at the same time, and fight it out to the death!

The Khan of Rouran attached great importance to the warriors of Rouran. When he sent the warriors out of the battle, he thought that he would be able to win, but he didn't expect the flower army to be so good that he was on a par with the Rouran warriors. The more the Khan looked at it, the more worried he became, and when the warrior was hit by an arrow just now, he asked him to take out thousands of cattle, sheep and horses from his tribe in exchange for the warrior's life, and he did not hesitate to change it. At this time, seeing the two of them swearing to live and die, Khan was even more shocked in his heart, and hurriedly shouted: Don't compare, don't compare, the third game will not be won or lost!

The commander of the Wei army also cherished the talents of the Hua army, for fear that the Hua army would lose, and when he heard the Khan say this, he also shouted: Okay, this one is not a winner!

The Flower Army and the Rouran Warriors slowly put down their bows and arrows and returned to their respective formations. When he was about to return to the formation, Hua Jun turned around, but saw that the Rouran warrior was also looking back, the two looked at each other and nodded, and suddenly, their hearts were filled with the feelings of heroes and heroes, and heroes cherished heroes.

That night, the commander of the Northern Wei Dynasty recruited the Hua Army into the Chinese army's big tent.

After the flower army entered the tent, he generously asked for battle: General, that Rouran child is indeed good. The last general has a good rest tonight, recuperates his spirits, and will definitely win against that Rouran child tomorrow.

The coach smiled leisurely: "I'm not busy, there are more important things for you to do."