Although Beigong Zhao and his personal guard battalion did not carry bows and arrows, it does not mean that all the people on the scene did not have the means of long-range attack.

Shi Zhiyi is the only exception.

An inaudible sound sounded somewhere in the forest.

Still a familiar voice.

Or the power of familiarity.

Eight or nine horsemen fell off their horses with screams, and one horse was struck by a burst arrow, and the man rose to his feet in pain, and the rider was lifted off his back.

When Shi Zhiyi served in the Moon Dragoon, the Storm Repeater was his favorite weapon to fiddle with and use, and when facing horse bandits, it could be described as a group attack weapon, and he was invincible in close combat.

For a while, Shi Zhiyi even wanted to try to improve the Storm Repeater himself - although the sixteen burst arrows at a time were already six more arrows than the standard repeater of the Great Jin Dynasty, it was not enjoyable enough in Shi Zhiyi's opinion, and in his opinion at that time, he couldn't wait to be satisfied with firing hundreds of arrows at a time.

But later practice proved that his idea was too naïve, and the repeater that could hold hundreds of bursting arrows at a time was not only amazingly heavy, but also had a failure rate that was completely unacceptable, and even Shi Zhiyi himself couldn't stand it, so he gave up.

But his father Shi Huaichuan didn't think his idea was whimsical, but instead asked Shi Zhiyi to participate in the group of craftsmen who were working on the improvement of the Storm Repeater, combining his experience and improvement ideas, starting from the direction of rapid reloading, in order to solve the problem of complex secondary reloading of the Storm Repeater and insufficient attack continuity.

The standardized arrow box is the final research result of this craftsman group, each arrow box is one and a half inches long and wide, four inches high cuboid, there are four rows of bursting arrows in the arrow box, four per beat, a total of sixteen, the bottom of the arrow box has a spring that can be interlocked with the repeater, and the arrow box can be directly replaced after firing to complete the secondary loading of the storm repeater.

The entire reloading process from disassembling the empty arrow box, replacing the new one, winding it, and firing it again takes no more than four or five breaths, while a warrior like Shi Zhiyi, who is extremely familiar with repeaters, can shorten this process to three breaths.

With the cooperation of a team of three, the improved Tempest Repeater can be fired continuously for half a column of incense, and the power of the attack is extremely impressive when facing a large number of enemies in dense formations!

At the moment, although Shi Zhiyi is alone, with the support of his extremely fast reloading speed, in less than twenty breaths, the more than 100 cavalry have lost more than a third!

This time, without Beigong Zhao's order, the remaining Gale Riders had retreated to a distance of thirty zhang from the woods—at this distance, the power and accuracy of the Tempest Crossbow had been greatly reduced.

Looking at the corpses of sixty or seventy colleagues on the ground in front of them, the more than 100 cavalrymen who had safely exited the range of the Storm Repeater were still apprehensive, and the sound of the machine seemed to them to be like the murmur of death, destroying their fighting spirit and courage together.

It's not that these cavalrymen are timid, but the power of the storm repeater is too terrifying, and without carrying bows and arrows for long-range attacks, all they can do at present is to look at the woods from a distance to prevent Shi Zhiyi from taking the opportunity to escape, while waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from the Fourth Legion.

Beigong Zhao's face was like a dark cloud on a summer day, gloomy and almost dripping, looking at his subordinates who were close to more than half of the loss, he pulled out the long sword at his waist and roared angrily at the woods: "The boy surnamed Shi! Do you think you can escape from Yongzhou with a repeating crossbow! You'd better hide in the woods and don't come out, otherwise, I, Beigong Zhao, will definitely make you regret coming to this world!"

There was no movement in the woods except for the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Beigong Zhao's previous saber was a saint-level high-grade blade given to him by his father Beigong Yixiang on his eighteenth birthday, which was made by Ning Quihan, a forging master three thousand years ago, but it was placed in the space ring by him and given to Shi Zhiyi by himself.

In a hurry, he didn't have time to find a more suitable one, so he had to take a saint-level mid-grade temporary use first-in the arsenal of the Beigong family, there are actually not many saint-level high-grade swords, but the key to the arsenal is personally kept by his uncle, Beigong Yixiao, the head of the Beigong family, and Beigong Yixiao is currently angry, and Beigong Zhao doesn't have the courage to touch this mold.

Looking at the long sword that was not very handy, Beigong Zhao was even more angry, and was about to scold a few more words, when he suddenly saw a few black shadows piercing the sky, and instantly fell into the team of gale riders.

Five cavalrymen fell to the ground at the same time, and each of them had a feathered arrow with its tail still trembling slightly in its neck!

One string and five arrows are the scattering skills of the Moon Swinging Dragon Rider, Nine Stars Chasing the Moon!

The rest of the cavalry looked at each other, and after a moment, turned and fled!

That guy in the woods, in addition to the Tempest Repeater, actually carried a bow and arrows with him!

And with this hand of one string and five arrows alone, I am afraid that even the commander who is the best at archery in Gale Riding may not be his opponent!

The sound of breaking the air rose again, and five more cavalrymen fell off their horses, only this time, they were all shot in the back, and one arrow pierced the heart.

Ten arrows killed ten people, and not a single arrow missed.

If he stood still, I am afraid that if he gave the demon king in the woods half a pillar of incense, he would be able to kill all the cavalry present.

Each cavalryman frantically whipped his mount under his crotch, for fear that he would be the next target.

The sound of falling to the ground kept coming, but no one dared to look back.

Of course, not everyone was running for their lives, and there was also a son of the Beigong family, Beigong Zhao, who was still standing in place and did not move.

He could not pull his rope to flee with the cavalry of the guard, nor did he have the courage to rush into the woods—there were still sixty or seventy corpses lying in front of him, telling the power of the storm repeater with his own blood.

He wasn't sure he would be able to dodge the swarm of arrows.

And the feathered arrows that broke through the air seemed to have forgotten him, and he only went to chase the ordinary cavalry who fled, but none of them attacked in his direction.

Such a scene made Beigong Zhao more and more angry and aggrieved.

What does that mean?

Pity on me?

Think that the dignified son of the Beigong family should not be shot with an arrow like an ordinary soldier?

Or is it a cat-and-mouse teasing?

Watching his men die one by one but unable to do anything about it, he can only stand aside and wait for the verdict from the enemy?

What did you think at the time, why did you order to travel lightly and not bring a bow and arrows?

Although he didn't shoot an arrow at Beigong Zhao, he still had a feeling of wanting to vomit blood.

The cavalry of the Gale Rider once again ran a distance of more than a hundred zhang to the south, and finally escaped from the shadow of the arrow of pursuit.

At this distance, the corpses of twenty-five companions were left behind.

The Gale Cavalry, still on horseback, had about eighty left.

The enemy, who had not yet shown his face, had killed most of the 200-strong pursuers in a short quarter of an hour.

Beigong Zhao rode on the horse awkwardly, as if he felt the ridicule and show-off from the woods. He hesitated for a long time, and finally turned his horse's head and retreated towards his subordinates. But while retreating, all his mind remained in the forest, guarding against the hidden arrow behind his back.

Thankfully, the journey was safe.

When he arrived in the team immediately, the cavalry of the guard battalion seemed to have come back to their senses, just now, he and the others only cared about fleeing for their lives, and actually left Zhao Gongzi alone in danger!

Several cavalrymen bowed their heads in obscurity, ready to come out to greet Zhao Gongzi.

But at this moment, he heard the sound of horses' hooves running away like ghosts in his colleagues, and when he looked up, he saw a black shadow that came to him as if it had penetrated the void.

Five more cavalrymen, in front of Beigong Zhao, were pierced through the heart by an arrow and fell off their horses.

Beigong Zhao turned around, but saw a young man in a light cyan power suit, riding a war horse left in the forest in a gale wind, holding the reins in one hand and a pitch-black spear in the other, walking out of the woods.

"Beigong Zhao, I'm out, how are you going to make me regret coming to this world?"