"The people of the Central Plains really don't keep their promises!" Naruo was so angry that he yelled.

Fang Qian kept Changning's previous instructions in mind, and the moment he was hit by the arrow, he picked up his gun in his hand, stabbed the person through the heart with one blow, and picked off the horse.

Everyone on Qing'an's side cheered, Na Ruo was half angry, and he was staring at the battle situation and obviously locked Changning who put cold arrows on the city wall.

The girl's short stature has always been very abrupt in this group of big men.

"How is he still alive!" Naruo spoke a Turkic phrase in a hurry, but quickly figured out the ins and outs.

This kid is too ghostly, he clearly knows that he is aiming at the silver gun, so he stands on the ground and blocks the corpse, and he takes advantage of the chaos to follow the crowd deserters to disperse.

"Did you escape once, did you escape twice?" Naruo's eyes were cold, and he pulled out his golden knife and pointed straight to the sky.

He was furious.

The entire Turkic army was furious.

In their Turks, duels are never allowed to have such filthy acts of hurting people with hidden arrows.

The wolf howled, "Turkic warriors, kill all these despicable dogs for me!" ”

The Turkic cavalry screamed and charged.

But at this moment, the city gate of Qing'an County suddenly opened.

A snow-white and handsome horse galloped out of it, its mane fluttering in the wind, and it attracted the attention of the Turkic people who loved horses like a beautiful woman without clothes.

Even more dazzling is the iron saddle with wolf teeth on its back.

A jeweled iron saddle emblazoned with the Turkic wolf's head totem glistens in the midday sun.

The chaos of the war clearly aroused the blood of the horses, and the neighing of the horse's hooves and the sound of hunting in the air made the jewels on the saddle reflect a dazzling light.

"Wolf's head and iron saddle!" If you sit up straight, you will hold the reins of your horse.

The saddle of his grandfather, Ziga Khan.

It was captured by Liu in the First Battle and was the Khan's saddle of shame for the entire Great Turks.

appeared.

The Turkic cavalry suddenly turned red and accelerated forward as if they were crazy.

Whoever recaptures the saddle is the hero of the Turks.

The Turks, a hero-worshipping people, of course, rushed forward with red eyes.

"Oops!" Naruo suddenly shouted and shouted: "Collect the troops, collect the troops!" ”

The general couldn't react, so if he grabbed the horse's belly between his legs, he rushed out of the escort and ran to the soldier in charge of blowing the horn and whipped a few lashes: "Collect the troops!" Blow it! ”

The Turkic soldiers were confused, but subconsciously blew the urgent cry to collect the troops: "Woo! ”

But apparently, they moved slowly.

A large number of Turkic cavalry were lured by the saddle of the horse, and rushed towards the wind like crazy, and the horses soared and jumped.

If you look back, you will see the little man on the Qing'an city wall, who is obviously half a section shorter than the strong men around him, raising the order flag and falling suddenly.

The rain of arrows turned into a streamer in Naruo's eyes.

One by one, frantically harvesting the lives of the Turkic army.

"Impossible, why did Hangou's arrow suddenly shoot so far!" If you drink heavily.

His reaction is definitely not slow, if he would not lose a single soldier at all in normal times, but now he is full of corpses.

A round of arrows rained down, and the Turkic soldiers died, to say the least, seven or eight hundred people.

The Turkic cavalry on the battlefield was also stunned, thinking that they were running too fast and ran within the range of others, but as soon as they looked up, a phalanx of twenty Daqing soldiers on the opposite side lined up neatly, and there was no place to move at all.

Before they could reach someone's clothes, they were shot by arrows that whizzed in.

The Turkic cavalry went berserk.

Even the Turkic soldiers who sounded the trumpets in the formation were stunned, they had not suffered such a loss.

As soon as the horn stopped, the Turkic cavalry couldn't help but rush forward.

Naruo also red-eyed.

He cherishes the life of a warrior, but he also divides the time, since he has already died, the person who rushed over will kill him back.

"Kill!" He raised his sword and shouted, and the golden knife glittered in the sun.

The Turkic warriors who were lucky enough to rush through the rain of arrows rushed into the Qing'an army formation, and the two armies fought together, and the blood flowed like a river.

Suddenly, Naruo had a chill down his spine and looked up at the city wall.

This hope is the soul of the dead.

The short boy who made him grit his teeth with hatred stood on the city wall without fear of death, his high ponytail blowing in the wind, and the movement of raising his crossbow and arms could not be more chic.

Among the armies, the momentum is like a dragon.

If you only have time to open your mouth, a swarthy arrow will come at a gallop.

That's when he reacted.

He is no longer under the protection of the guards.

Medium count.

If that's all you have in your head.

This is clearly a serial scheme.

What BMW saddle, ten thousand arrows at the same time, are all illusions.

The illusion that led him to rush to the front of the battle.

Since the enemy has a bow and arrow with a long range, which can shoot into the confrontation between the two armies, the target is, of course, him, the prince.

I saw that Naruo let out a low roar, holding the knife in both hands and slashing violently, he was shocked but finally knocked the black arrow away.

Between the lightning and flint, a second black arrow roared.

Frightened, he leaned back in fear, and the arrow flew over the frenulum of his chest, and his armor fell in all directions with a thud.

At this time, Naruo is already short of breath and his heart is beating fast.

But that wasn't the end, the third arrow took shape in Naruo's pupil.

Now, he only had time to turn his head to dodge.

The arrows flew past his forehead, knocking down the brass hoops that bound his hair on his head, sending his black hair flying in all directions.

Na Ruo wow wow screamed, his eyes were blood-red, and he had never suffered such a big loss in his life.

Three stars in a row, someone can shoot three arrows in a row!

This is not Mu Lang, who else can it be?!

If you have just returned to your sitting position, you are about to drink when you hear a pop.

He opened his mouth wide and looked down to see that the upper part of his heart had been pierced by a black arrow.

"Samsung...... Catch the moon ......," he muttered.

He fell from his horse with a thud.

"Prince!" The soldiers pounced.

Na Ruo held on to his breath and shouted to the sky: "Mu ...... Man! ”

The Turkic army went berserk.

A despicable and shameless Han dog, he can't beat the Turkic warriors and hurts people with dark arrows.

Sneak up on their generals, and sneak up on their princes!

"Kill! Kill! Kill all these Han dogs! "The Turks were all red-eyed and mad and attacked the city, and the badly wounded Naruo was carried back to the camp for healing.

The two armies clashed, and the blood rushed to the sky.

Changning had already jumped off the city wall, and General Zhao stopped her and said hurriedly: "Where are you going!" ”

"The archers are constantly raining arrows, as long as our soldiers listen to the order and do not come forward, this range is enough to suppress the charge of the Turkic troops." She confessed.

Of course, Zhao Shenjiang can see it.

The three boxes of wooden weapons provided by Changning to increase the range of bows and arrows were enough to unify the range of the archers into a straight line, and the rain of arrows with such exquisite control of distance was enough to suppress the charge of the Turkic cavalry, and the coordination with the twenty-man phalanx below was simply seamless.

Perfect restraint of the Turkic cavalry.

He even saw the light of day when the Turks would not dare to do it again.

But the amazing genius who brought such a dawn wanted to take risks, how could he allow it.

"You can't get out of the city, it's too dangerous!" General Zhao Shen personally stepped forward and grabbed Changning's horse.

"Rest assured, the Turks will soon retreat." Changning Road.

General Zhao did not follow.

"I have to get the saddle back." Changning also insisted.

It was the glory of her grandfather.

"Drive!" Changning shook the reins and drove the horse and rushed out along the gap in the city gate.