readx;? Chapter 2: Reunion (7)

"Uh-huh, go-go, uh-uh-uh...... Khitan general Ou Ni Fuge covered his throat with one hand and his stomach with the other, and swirled back and forth on the river beach. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info He didn't want to die, this time the harvest of the grass valley was very rich, and when he returned to the tribe, it was enough for him to be looked up to by the elders again. If the elders can make peace, marry one of the women of the Yelu clan, even if it is ...... (Note 1)

There was no more if, the hypoxic head quickly became heavy, and the body that had lost too much blood could no longer support such a heavy burden, and suddenly fell soft, and collapsed like mud.

"Enemy attack-!" "Enemy attack-!" shouted the rest of the looters on the river beach, stooping to get their bows and arrows. Several women also did not hesitate to drop the silk and jewelry in their hands, and quickly picked up the straight knife from their feet. As the elite of the entire tribe, they are both male and female, and all of them are skilled in bowing and horses. They are all accustomed to killing and being killed, and have no fear of death at hand.

It's just that their opponent today is surprisingly strong. In the blink of an eye, Han Jing had already shot out two more carving feathers, and put the third carving feather on the bow arm like a cloud. Although Ning Ziming's archery skills were far less skilled than Han Jing's, he was strong in his arms and long bows, and the second feather arrow dragged away with a scream, and pushed a Khitan warrior with a weapon directly into the fire.

"Boom!" the green smoke flew up half a foot high with the red star, burning the Khitan warrior who had been shot through the thigh to the point of screaming. The interpreter who was squatting beside the fire with his head in his hands was so shocked that he turned over a few feet on his heels, and crawled under the belly of the war horse, chanting the Buddha endlessly. "Relief from suffering and relief from the view of freedom Bodhisattva, no Amitabha Buddha in the south, Feng chanted sutras and fasted, and never did anything evil since he was a child......"

"Fight back, fight back! There are only three of them!" The noisy roar completely swallowed out his chanting in an instant. The Khitan warriors, who were suddenly attacked, soon discovered that their opponents were less than 10% of their own side, and their morale quickly recovered. Dodge in all directions while quickly firing your bow and arrows.

"Whoosh, swish, swish, swish-" The arrows were like flying locusts, forcing Ning Ziming, Han Jing and Guo Ren to hide their bodies behind the thorn bushes again. The long arrows collided with the dense and pliable thorn branches, stirring up strings of pale green smoke. The arrows that lost their direction were still unfinished, burrowing into the soil one after another, densely packed, like a freshly cut sorghum.

"Damn!" Ning Ziming took advantage of the gap between the feather arrows and the air, quickly straightened his waist, and drew his bow to shoot back. This time, he was targeting another guy with a mink tail hanging from his hat. However, his opponent was prepared and quickly kicked a leather shield from the ground. "Poof!" the arrows passed through the shield, but the shaft of the arrow was distorted by the residual force of the leather shield, swayed and pouted high, and then plunged headlong to the ground.

"Whoosh!" Han Jing also decisively got up from behind the thorns, and three arrows were in a row. The first arrow was sent flying with a straight knife by the guy with the mink tail hanging from under his hat, and the second shot shot into the eye of a woman who was running up the hillside, and shot out of her head. The third arrow hit the butt of a war horse grazing on the riverbank, and went deep into Yingcun.

"Sigh shh Bonfires, iron pots, barbecue grills, and piles of swag were trampled by horses' hooves in the blink of an eye. Steaming iron pots tumbled on the beach, smoke wrapped in flames, and the smell of meat was fragrant.

"Kill the two men, and capture the woman's skins and heart!" The hungry raiders became more and more furious when they found themselves smashed into the soup pot. Shouting and shouting, he pulled the team into a horizontal row, and while suppressing it with feather arrows, he quickly approached Ning Ziming and the others.

"Shake that leader's eyes, shake that leader's eyes! Sister Han, let's shoot him together! After shooting him, the enemy will lose its backbone!" Ning Ziming squatted down to dodge a round of shots, shouting and begging for cooperation.

Guo Ren, a scout who did not have a bow or arrow in his hand, was overjoyed when he heard this, and decisively used the bronze mirror as a weapon, constantly adjusting the angle to find the target's eyes. Han Jing, the strange woman, simply pulled out three feather arrows, one on the bowstring, and the other two between her fingers, and nodded slowly.

The fist-sized spot of light moved left and right on the hillside, adjusting up and down, inch by inch, and finally, before the Khitans launched the third round of salvos, they found the target. The midday sunlight quickly turned into a bolt of lightning and smashed the bridge of the Khitan general's nose, affecting half of the eyes on the left and right, shaking the world in front of him into a blur.

"Whoosh-!" Ning Ziming jumped up and shot an arrow, hitting the man's knee. "Ahh "Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!" Three more carved feathers broke through the air, one arrow in the middle of the door, one arrow in the left chest, and one arrow through the lower abdomen.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-" It is very regrettable that the Khitan raiders did not lose their backbone as Ning Ziming judged, and once again smashed the feather arrows like hailstones, hiding the three of them around, smashing them into smoke and dust, and dirt chips flying around. However, after all, they shot from the bottom up, and there were many thorns that had just returned to green, and the feathered arrows they sent out were either crooked by the pliable thorn branches, or they were shot at Tukora on the ground, and they never got what they wanted.

"Huriasa, also grinning, also all, Ami Yami!" was in a hurry, but suddenly a series of clear Khitan words came from the river beach. Every word is worth a thousand gold.

"Asiami, Sleepy, Yidu!" a woman, who appeared to be a little older, took over command of the group. Bent down and pulled up a cluster of thorns to block his chest, and strode straight to Han Jing's hiding place.

"Asia, sleepy, Yidu!" the other Khitan raiders did not hesitate to drop their horned bows, uprooted the thorns as shields in the woman's example, and accelerated towards the two positions of Ning Ziming and Guo Ren.

"Damn! Let's go!" Han Jing's face turned blue with anger, he got up and shot a feather arrow, turned around and fled.

"Let's go, go to the broken wall, go to the broken wall!" Ning Ziming also hated and threw down the horn bow, picked up the iron whip from the ground, protected himself and Han Jing, and fled sideways towards the broken wall.

Before, he had always felt that the interpreter was of the same clan, and he couldn't bear to fire arrows to harm him. Unexpectedly, after the other party found a hiding place, the first time was to help the Khitan raiders come up with advice.

"That guy is a hunting dog that has been raised by the Khitans! Lao Tzu should have taken care of him just now!" Scout Guo Ren pulled out a large ball of thorns, carried it behind him like a broomstick, and turned back as he ran.

The biggest skill of being a scout is to be bright and careful, and to be able to distinguish between the main and the secondary. And today, he undoubtedly capsized in the gutter. If the first mirror light shines, it is not the Khitan general, but the translator. Maybe the three of them could use their bows and arrows to fight ten times their own raiders for four or five more rounds. In that case, before Chai Rong came out, most of the Khitans would have sore arms because they continued to draw their bows and release arrows. In this battle, it is almost bloodless.

"Don't worry, his head will be yours sooner or later!" Ning Ziming finally understood the reason why the Khitans suddenly changed their tactics. Gritted his teeth and responded loudly. "Run, you follow Miss Han towards the vicinity of the broken wall, I'll come to the palace!"

"Fart, when Lao Tzu kills people, you still eat milk!" Guo Ren immediately blushed, turned around suddenly, and pulled out the saber from his waist.

Since entering the territory of Liao, they no longer dare to carry a standard horizontal knife with them, and can only refer to the dress of the rest of the traders, using a half-foot-long, palm-wide knife to defend themselves. This kind of knife, which can usually only be used to disassemble prey, is very disadvantageous as a weapon, and it has no deterrent effect on the Khitan warriors who have chased closer. The latter was only slightly stunned, then pounced on him with a wild laugh, and the straight knife and iron mace in his hand made two dazzling arcs in mid-air.

"When!" Ning Ziming raised the steel whip in time and stopped the iron shovel in mid-air. Scout Guo Ren leaned sideways and rushed forward, his left hand slashing the thorn bush behind him into the eyes of the sword-wielding Khitan at the same time.

The slender and flexible thorn strips spread out in mid-air like the beard of the king of Yama, bringing out countless pale green afterimages. The Khitans with knives were caught off guard, covering their eyes and retreating in panic. Guo Ren's body happened to plunge into his arms, and he untied the knife and struggled to cut down-

"Poof!" red light flashed up, steaming hot. The raider's belly was peeled open at the sternum, and the intestines fell out of the body more than three feet.

"Dang Chang!" the knife fell to the ground, and the body fell limp, but the robber who was disemboweled, did not die immediately. In a panic, his hands grabbed his internal organs and desperately stuffed his abdomen. The scream in his mouth was heartbreaking, "Ahh

The scout Guo Ren turned a deaf ear to his screams, raised his bloody blade, and slashed at the calf of the wielder. The latter was very self-assured, and was pushing down with an iron whip, where did he have time to dodge? Only to feel a slight chill under his knees, and half of his calf was completely lost. The whole person fell sideways, and a string of terrible sparks came out from the iron shovel and the steel whip.

"Let's go!" Scout Guo Ren didn't even look at it, snatched the iron shovel from the hands of the Khitan who had broken his calf, and fled with Ning Ziming again.

Four or five Khitan raiders who had just rushed over followed the two and gave them hot pursuit.

They are not only good at horseback riding, but also on mountain roads. Killing people and stealing goods at the junction of the Yanran Mountains and the grassland all year round has made the legs and feet of every tribal warrior have long adapted to the surrounding terrain. Three jumps and two jumps shrank the distance between the enemy and me to the shortest, and the spear, straight knife, big sword, and iron shovel in his hand aimed at the back of Ning Ziming and Guo Ren.

"Whoosh!" three eagles flew at close range, two of them were swept down by the shovel and the great sword, and the other shot the arm-wielder.

The raiders were startled and slowed slightly. Ning Ziming whipped back and smashed the straight knife into the air along with his master. Jump diagonally and take a few steps out of the pursuer's range.

Guo Ren threw his sword out and slashed one of the raiders in the shoulder. The raider screamed loudly, and the plasma on his shoulder was like a fountain, directly spilling Han Jing's head and face. Han Jing, who couldn't pull the arrow again, decisively dropped the horned bow and pulled out a short sword from his waist. The emerald blue blade slammed into a half-circle at his side, slicing the arm of the other raider in two at the wrist.

All three were unscathed, but there was no way to escape. Behind him, on both sides, and even in front of the side, Khitan raiders outflanked him, brandishing weapons and laughing loudly, and the dark red tartar was clearly visible as the teeth that had been mutilated by years of gnawing bones poked out of their lips.

Note 1: Ernie and Ogoni belong to another division of Shaw. It was a branch of Kumoxi in the early days, and was later merged into the Khitan.

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