Gao Yanei, who had gone with an embarrassed offering and shooting all the crossbow arrows, glanced back at Zhang Wu before leaving, and the latter was still standing majestically in front of the door with a gun, without any expression.

After glancing at Gao Kan, Zhang Wu took off the head of the gun, and returned to the Zhang family's house from the middle door with the barrel of the gun.

In fact, Zhang Wu's victory in this battle was far from being as easy as it seemed, just those bows and crossbows caused him great trouble, and the rain of arrows that any other martial artist of the same realm could not deal with calmly seemed weak under Zhang Wu's dancing spear. This type of marksmanship, which is specially used to clear the rain of arrows on the battlefield, never thought that it would have played a miraculous effect that was almost a final blow today, but Zhang Wu did not expect it.

In the final analysis, it was Gao Yanei who was conservative, trying to traumatize Zhang Wu with a bow and crossbow first, and then ordered his subordinates to rush up, which gave him the opportunity to be coerced at close range.

From beginning to end, the most dangerous place is still the dead man, if he fights for his life, Zhang Wu will also retreat three points, but his ability has not yet been exerted fifty percent, so he can only take his life to block the shot for the high ya, although he died aggrieved, but the dead man died to protect the master, and it can be regarded as a well-deserved death.

In his mind, the subtleties of "reviewing" each battle are Zhang Wu's habits after every life-and-death battle, outnumbered, and the most important thing is how to obtain the final victory with the minimum loss, and the results do not have to be significant. He had heard that there was a general in the army of Da Yao, who could command even every hundred-man team like an arm, and the ability of each lieutenant under his command was clear geometrically.

The same is true for Zhang's gun, but if you can only shoot one shot when you kill the enemy, you will never fire a second shot.

Thinking of this, there were people around Zhang Wu to help him beat a few tricks, which helped people relax.

Chen Shi, who kept on his hands, was covered with the iron scale armor configured by General Dayao at this time, and there were two quivers and a bow on his body, and when Zhang Wu swept away the rain of arrows, there were several times when the arrows were aimed at Gao Yanei's throat, but Chen Shi never waited for the secret signal to send arrows. According to the previous plan of the two, if Gao Yanei was determined to go all the way to the dark, then it would be no wonder that there was another life under Chen Shi's arrows.

It's just that it's very different from the plan of the two, Zhang Wu actually fought a bloody way to kidnap the general surnamed Gao's seed brother, which made Chen Shi, who was already ready to shoot, unexpected.

"Lao Zhang, this is your mistake. Chen Shi complained, "It's not as clean as Lao Tzu's arrow, so can the Gao family still bounce for so long? As he spoke, the strength of his hand increased, like a punch.

Zhang Wu listened to Chen Shi's chatter silently, and at the same time opened the placket of his chest, revealing the soft armor that fit his underwear, he dared to face the bow and crossbow, naturally he couldn't really rely on that gun alone.

At this age, the elderly still spare their lives.

The strength of those cavalry crossbows was ordinary in his opinion, and the real threat came from a high place, and the three who were originally the sharpshooters of Da Yao's soldiers had grasped the timing to a terrifying point. Two times Zhang Wu's very small traces of ventilation were captured, and then there was a salvo of three arrows, although Zhang Wu was still blocking the wind and clouds, but in fact, it took ten percent of his strength to be able to block it, if he changed to another martial artist in the same realm, there would inevitably be some blood on his body.

But fortunately, those sharpshooters missed a single blow, so they thought that it was difficult to cause damage to Zhang Wu at this level of timing, and if it was one after another, it was still unknown whether he could escape with his whole body.

"Everyone has retreated?" Zhang Wu relieved himself and asked.

"That's roughly the case, when they arrived at the county government stables, they all rode out of the city gate, and they were the tips of the big stones to watch. ”

"According to the temperament of the high ya, it is necessary to leave two stakes in the city, even if it is disgusting and disgusting, we have to be careful in the future. ”

"Well, it's just a few little minions, what kind of storm can be set off when the main master is gone.... However, there are still blood stains in the old pool at the door of your house, and the corpse has been carried away, so you have to wash it down, otherwise you can scare a timid person to death. ”

"That's right. It's just that Zhang Wu didn't mean to get up at all, "Lao Tzu has been desperately killing for so many times, what about you? Take a bow and watch the excitement next to you, do you need to talk about this little thing?"

Chen Shi, who scolded and scolded the door of the basin of water, walked to the door of Zhang's mansion, first looked around for a while, it was not yet time, there was still no one on the streets, and those broken arrows scattered all over the place were recovered by those crossbow-wielding soldiers, the arrows used in the cavalry crossbow were just arrows from the selection of materials to forging and sharpening the blade, not to mention more than ten or two months, and strive to be able to reuse many times, and the cost was relatively high.

It's just that Chen Shi was just about to spill the well water in the basin, and when he saw the pool of blood, he felt that something was wrong, he was a person who had been on the battlefield, and he was most familiar with human blood, but after a moment's work, the color should not be so deep, and the fishy smell should be more flushed.

Chen Shi, who leaned down, stretched out a finger and dipped it in the blood that was about to congagulate, put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and then gently touched it with the tip of his tongue.

Phew, Chen Shiyi spit out, and his expression became cold, where is this human blood, it is clearly pig blood!

"No wonder. Zhang Wu stroked his snow-white beard, thoughtful, "No wonder there was something wrong with his hand when he was shot, it turned out to be a means of fake death by a stand-in, but it can be done so in such a way that it is fake, and this dead man is not simple." ”

At the same time, Gao Yanei and his party were marching to the mountain road outside Qishan County, the corpse of the dead man was hastily wrapped in a whole piece of cloth and sucked up the flowing blood, tied to the horse's back with a rope, after all, it was to save his life Gao Kan, when he was in a good mood, he found a coffin and buried it in the ground, but now no one dared to go up to ask Gao Yanei with a blue face how to be good, and the corpse has been bumping on horseback.

Next to this corpse were ordinary horsemen of low status in this group, so they got this drudgery of taking care of the corpse. But suddenly there was a smell of burnt smell, and when I was wondering where the barbecue came from in the mountains, flames had already burst out of the cloth wrapped in the dead soldiers, and when the group hurriedly stopped their horses, the fire was already half a foot high, and the horses carrying the corpses felt the temperature on their backs, and began to be irritable, and it took a while to unload the corpses of the dead soldiers that had been burned into a fireball.

However, between the mountains and the wilderness, where to find a source of water to extinguish the fire? The thirst-quenching water that he carried with him could not suppress the fire at all, and it was useless to fight, and the corpse of this dead man burned like a torch, not like flesh and blood, but somewhat similar to wood splashed with oil.

The flames gradually went out, and all that remained was coke that was shattering at the touch of a black smoke, and several horsemen covered their noses and stepped forward to find something to wrap up, when they heard the indifferent voice of the high ya: "Dig a pit and bury it, it's just a waste, where can you spend so much time." ”

When the cavalry in front of a newly-raised dirt bag was far away, a pair of bloodshot eyes witnessed it from the tall trees hundreds of paces away by the mountain road, and then turned away, and the figure rose and fell through the mountains and forests, and then disappeared.