The Norman emperor was like a flock of sheep, and in an instant, he killed the phalanx of hundreds of Mongol warriors. Then the arm trembled slightly, and the demon knife whispered like a child's cry. The blade also trembled slightly at the same frequency as Egil's arm. It's like blood is connected. Looking at the blood stains attached to the demon knife, they all disappeared in that trembling moment. And the demon knife seems to have become sharper and sharper.

These visions were short-lived. It's almost impossible to ponder. And the simple-minded Mongols couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment. It's just that the Norman Emperor single-handedly held a demon sword in front of them, and the posture was like an endless black hole, which was daunting. Even the Mongolian warriors, who usually boast about how brave they are, and how many people they have killed, are like chickens at this moment, and they don't dare to step forward one by one.

Of course, there are still people who think they are smart. Jebe, the first marksman in the Mongolian army, is also the only one of the famous generals of the older generation of the Mongolian army. This old man is over fifty years old, and his eyesight and physical strength have decreased a lot. However, he is still a first-class archer. When he was under the city of Moscow, he had a chance and almost took the surname Egil. Naturally, I won't let it go for a while.

The bow is like a full moon and the arrow is like a shooting star. Hiding in the crowd, Jebe frightened the Mongol soldiers at Egil, forcing them not to take a step. The bow was the Condor Bow given by Genghis Khan and two bowstrings to enhance it, and the arrow was a large tungsten steel cone-headed arrow that he asked the master of the East to forge with great work.

Jebe also knew that Egil was wearing armor, and he had missed before, but he had also learned a lesson. Back in Mongolia, in addition to drinking wine and eating meat, the piston movement was thinking about how to deal with Egil. Therefore, heavy arrows are cast and bones are polished. He knew that he was getting older and his strength was declining. I don't think much about it, but work hard in the direction of explosiveness.

A few years earlier, at the Battle of Moscow, he had been able to shoot two arrows in a row at Upper Egir, but this time, he could only shoot one—but Jebel dared to assure him that this one would be ten times deadlier than the two arrows he had taken a few years earlier!!

As Jebe drew his bow, Egil spotted him. Although he had not met Jebel before. But the Norman intelligence system was complete, and the emperor naturally knew that no one could have this ability except for the first Mongolian marksman.

Egil identified with him, but said nothing at all. He realized that he could not avoid the arrow, because it was too fast and too destructive. At the same time that Jebe drew his bow, he was already firmly locked, and no matter how much he dodged, the invincible arrow would inevitably shoot through his head.

At the same time, Egil realized that he didn't need to avoid the arrow. Because of the Absolute Guardian's five-time nirvana evasion. So he won't get any harm. Egil could also deduce from his age, physical strength, and the strength of the arrow, that Jebe, the marksman, could only shoot this arrow. After that, he was no longer able to breathe. Even because of excessive force, it was injured. I will never be able to perform such a terrifying killing in my life.

Therefore, this arrow is also likely to be the strongest arrow in Jebe's life. Doomed to vain.

Thinking of this, the Norman Emperor showed a sarcastic smile in his spare time. On the other side, the Mongolian marksman with a bow and arrows in his hand smiled, and at the same time showed a little cool pity.

Jebel let the emperor's expression be stunned. Subconsciously I know that something is not good. However, to paraphrase an old saying, the arrow is ready to fly, and it has to be sent. Even though he knew something was wrong, Jebel still let go of his hand, and he smiled as he felt the soreness and pain of his left arm because of the rebound force of the bowstring. He believed in his archery and believed in his bow. He believed that the Norman Emperor would never be able to avoid this fatal blow.

However, it miscalculated. There are such things in this world that ordinary people can't understand. The arrow, which was faster than lightning and even broke through the sound barrier, made an abrupt turn when it was about to reach the Norman Emperor's forehead. With a "whoosh", it sank into the ground. Even the feathers at the end of the arrow are gone.

"The system prompts that the ability to resist lethal damage provided by the Absolute Guardian five times a day has already been used once. ”

The same voices reached Egil's ears as they had been years ago, and he was the only one who could hear them.

Egil burst out laughing, bent down with a smile, and burst into tears with laughter. Even laughed and almost fell off the horse's back. He was laughing at Jebel, satirizing this peerless marksman, ironizing the wonderful arrow he had poured his life's work into, but it ended in this way. Such a brilliant irony greatly satisfied Egil's bad psychology. So I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing that the Norman Emperor suddenly laughed. Surrounded by Mongols and Normans. He laughed inexplicably. Jebe's arrow just now was too fast and too hidden. Even people with the best dynamic vision are just barely able to see a flash of white light. And then I don't know.

Therefore, the hundreds or thousands of people present were very strange, and they were silent because of the strangeness. The other Jebe, who knew what was going on, was too frightened to speak. So all that was left within the radius was Egil's wild laughter.

"No way, no reason. No way, no reason. No way—no reason!!! my arrows can shoot through even a tornado! even if it's a tidal wave!!Even if it's steel armor, it can shoot through!! it doesn't make sense!!!!

After a great deal of surprise, Jebe began to talk to himself, and the voice grew louder and louder—and finally into a frenzied shout. It also made the Mongols around him even more strange – and scared. What happened to make the usually calm General Jebel look like a madman?

Egil was still laughing, and the laughter had become quieter. But no matter what kind of smile it is, it is as vicious as a snake and scorpion, hollowing out Jebe's heart alive.

The Sharpshooter dropped his bow and ran towards Egil in spite of it, staggering and losing his soul. Anger, surprise, fear, bewilderment—these emotions converged to look at Egil. With a terminally ill patient, he asked Egil in the tone of a doctor:

"What exactly did you use to block my arrow?!"

At that time, the Divine Arrow General seemed to be confused. The words spoken were in Mongolian, which the Mengyuan soldiers behind him could understand, but the Han soldiers could not understand. The Normans in front of him did not understand.

At this moment, behind Egil, Sonia dropped the charcoal pen in her hand with a "snap". Roll up the parchment and tuck it up your sleeve. Then he stepped forward and said to Egil without joy or sorrow: "Master, the painting has been completed." "Everything that just happened was as if it had nothing to do with her. She just followed Egil's orders and drew a map of the Mengyuan military camp. Leave the rest alone.

"It's hard work, I'll go back and give you a lollipop to eat. Egil said as he reached out and stroked Sonya's hair. After hearing the "lollipop", Sonya's face turned red all of a sudden, and she lowered her head and took a sip gently, but said nothing.

After that, Egil looked five paces away, and Jebe was still staring at him. He sneered, although he couldn't understand the Mongolian he said before, but looking at his virtue, how could Egil not guess what he was thinking?

"I have a destiny, can the rats hurt me?" Egil said such an "answer" in Mandarin Chinese, two thousand years later, and then turned around and returned to the camp with Sonia and the knights of the guard. Thousands of Mongolian soldiers around him did not dare to stop him.

"God, fate?"

Although the Chinese spoken by Egil was quite incomprehensible to people of this era. And although Jebe lived in Han China for several years, he was still a Mongol at heart. But maybe it's the blessing of the soul, or maybe it's something else. He didn't hear anything else, but he understood the most critical word, "Mandate of Heaven".

Jebel was stunned for a moment.

After hearing this word, he didn't think of anything else, first of all, he thought of the old master he had served for half his life, the greatest Mongol, who was only a catty. Temujin - from the eldest son of a large tribal patriarch to a penniless ordinary herdsman. Eventually, the Great Khan of all the Mongols, Wang Han, Zamuhe, and the Sun Khan of the Barbarian tribe, all fell under his horse's hooves. Then there was the Great Liao, the Great Jin, the Great Song, the Great Tang, and the Timurid Khanate...... The huge empires that the Mongols had never dared to think of before were all lost to Genghis Khan, the man who slept in a tent.

"Destiny, Destiny! Hahahahaha...... I see, this is destiny!"

After Jebel said this, he spat blood from his mouth and swallowed his last breath. So far, the four heroes of Mongolia and the four dogs. All eight members of the dormitory will die, and there will be no one left.

The Mongol army camp of 500,000 soldiers occupied hundreds of miles of roads. In addition, Kublai Khan was afraid of Egil to death. After hearing that he was coming, he didn't rush over as soon as possible, but called the reorganized Cowardly Xue Army, and put on four layers of heavy armor, wrapping himself like an iron man. That's when I dared to come. So it was only a step too late, and it failed to catch up with Egil's heroism. Of course, fortunately, it didn't catch up. Otherwise, Egil wouldn't mind chopping him up......

In this way, Kublai Khan did not see the divine might of Egil, but he caught up with the end, saw the scene of General Jebe shouting loudly, and then fell to the ground and died......

(To be continued)