In front of Weicheng, a lonely horse, and a corpse in the field.

Just like that somewhat confused war horse, the people in Weicheng and the people in the Tang camp didn't know what was going on, where did the arrows come from?

There was a dead silence in the wilderness, absolute silence, and everyone was stunned.

I don't know how long it took, but the hoofs started again.

Another steppe cavalry set off from the city gate and slowly drove towards the Tang camp in the south.

All eyes were on the cavalryman, knowing that in the next moment, the cavalryman would die. The commander of the Golden Horde's cavalry was obviously trying to send the cavalryman to his death, so as to determine where the arrow came from.

There was a soft buzz, and there was a morning breeze in the morning light.

The large cloud behind the cavalryman floated in the wind, and it dissipated before it could turn into a white cloud.

It's like his life.

Another ordinary arrow pierced deep into his eye socket, bringing out a puddle of blood.

When this cavalryman was shot, he was only more than ten zhang out of Weicheng.

The sound of hooves rose again, and several steppe cavalry rushed out of the gate of Weicheng.

The leather whip in the hands of the cavalry kept waving, leaving one bloody mark after another under the buttocks of the war horse, and the shouting broke the dead silence in front of the city gate, and he was arrogant and fearless of death.

At this rate, no matter how good the war horses were, they could only last a short time, which was not enough to support these horses from Weicheng to the Tang camp in the south, but it was obvious that they didn't care.

This time, the steppe people no longer paid attention to any rhythm, nor did they care about accumulating momentum with time and acceleration, and from the beginning they let their mounts enter the fastest speed, and they only wanted to rush out of the city gates.

They can't let that arrow that doesn't come from where it comes from frustrate the momentum of Do'er's ride, and they can't let that arrow directly interrupt the rhythm of the charge of all Do'er's rides, they have to prove something.

Even if he was shot short of the city gate, it at least showed that the mysterious and powerful archer could not do anything more unthinkable, and it was impossible to stop all the cavalry.

But what happened next was really incredible.

The morning breeze blew slightly, and the white clouds dispersed like clouds, and there were three light swishing sounds, so the clouds suddenly converged, and blood suddenly appeared, and the three steppe cavalrymen still did not even make a sound, and fell from their horses to the ground.

Arrows were stuck deep in their eye sockets, and the liquid and blood in their eyes were mixed and flowed back.

Those three arrows are still the ordinary standard feather arrows most commonly used by the Tang Army.

What shocked and even frightened everyone was that when the three Dol riders were shot, they were closer to the city gate than the second horseman, or more precisely, they were killed by the arrow when they just rushed out of the city gate.

The arrow...... Where did it come from, exactly?

Still no one could see where the arrows came from.

Because the arrow was too fast.

How could an ordinary feathered arrow shoot so far?

Fast and far depend on the bow and the strength of the archer, but what about accuracy?

Duo'er rode all over the armor, only his eyes were exposed, and it was even more difficult to hit in the high-speed gallop, and that person could still hit with arrows from such a distance!

Who is that archer?

The north and south of the grassland, the Golden Horde and the Zhenbei Army, plus those horse thieves on the shore of Sobi Lake, there are countless geniuses who are good at riding and shooting, but those people will definitely not be able to do it!

There was once again absolute silence inside and outside Weicheng.

Some people have vaguely guessed where the arrow came from, not in the geographical sense, but from whom.

For example, the national teacher, such as Loeb, such as Ata.

A person who can ignore such a long distance and directly shoot an elite rider with a wooden arrow must have unimaginable strength, and it is those powerhouses at the peak of the cultivation world.

When people mention the really strong man who is good at archery, they often think of General Xiahou, and after Xiahou was killed, there was only one person left, and that was the one who killed Xiahou.

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Not all of them did not see where the arrows came from.

At least, the ordinary soldiers of the Tang Army around the arrows saw it very clearly.

In an inconspicuous bunker in the northernmost right corner of the Tang camp, the front is the horse rejection fence that was renovated overnight last night, and at this time there are people standing behind the fence, and there is something that seems to be a low fence.

More than ten Tang soldiers looked at the man, speechless in shock, and didn't know what they should do at this time, until this time no one woke up and hurriedly went to report to the superiors in the rear.

The man was wearing an ordinary Tang Army uniform, just like an ordinary Tang soldier.

The man held an unusual iron bow in his hand, the body of which was dark, and it was engraved with extremely intricate runic lines, making the iron bow seem to have some kind of magic.

The low fence next to the man was not really a fence, but an extremely dense array of feathered arrows, at least a thousand feathered arrows were tightly inserted into the dirt, squeezed together, and looked like a fence.

The sound of hooves in Weicheng started again, and I don't know how many riders were trying to break out of the city gate.

The man drew a feathered arrow from the forest of arrows beside him, rested it on the string, and then drew the bow in silence, and when he pulled the iron bow halfway open, he let go of his fingers, and the string returned to its place, and went away with the feathered arrow with a whoosh.

In the distance, there was a muffled grunt from under the Weicheng Gate, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

By this time, the man had already drawn a second feather arrow from the ground and repeated the previous action again.

The sound of muffled snorting and heavy objects falling to the ground sounded again at the gate of Weicheng, and it should be that another horse was shot down.

All the trained Tang Jun knew that archery was actually a breakdown of several actions, starting from pulling the arrow and ending with loose strings...... It is even simpler and more mechanical than the common archery movements in Tang Ying.

Because it is simple and mechanical, it is not upright enough, let alone chic.

But the man's arrows were so fast that they were beyond the imagination of human beings.

In the direction of Weicheng, now the charge of Duo'er is no longer like before, but surging out.

But the man was not like in some legends,

From the first arrow to the sixth arrow, the Tang soldiers around did not blink, not because they were shocked, but because they didn't have time to blink. In the blink of an eye, six arrows broke through the air.

These Tang soldiers could not see the man's archery movements clearly at all, but they could still see clearly, because the man's archery movements were completed very accurately and steadily, and there was no change in each repeated action, and the fingers were always clasped in the same position of the bowstring, and even the sleeves on the forearms did not tremble.

The six repetitions are the overlapping shadows in the morning breeze, and when they are combined, they can be seen clearly.

It's just that there is an afterimage.

More feathered arrows left the ground, mounted their bowstrings, and broke through the air.

The steppe cavalry who rushed out of the city gate fell to the ground one after another, and then smashed blood flowers on the ground, tiny flowers.

The cavalry kept rushing, and the arrows kept shooting without stopping.

Eventually, the cavalry charged so fast outside the gates that even the man could no longer aim, so he no longer aim, but shot with a flick of his elbow.

The sharp feathered arrows, across a long distance, came to the front of Weicheng, and fell on the bodies of those steppe cavalry or those war horses, and fell on the tough leather armor.

And then break in!

The feathered arrows completed their mission when they touched the surface of the leather armor, and the shafts of the arrows were twisted into pieces by a tremendous force, but they still propelled the sharp clusters of arrows to their final destination.

That is the flesh and blood of the cavalry or mount.

Looking at the figure of the person behind the gate, the eyes of the Tang soldier became more and more awe-inspiring.

This qiē happened so incredible.

What terrifying power is found on those feathered arrows?

What kind of material is that person's body made of? Why can he shoot so many powerful arrows in a row? You must know that even a martial arts master in the army, after shooting dozens of feather arrows in a row, must rest, otherwise the muscle keys will definitely be severely injured, and that person has shot more than 100 arrows, but his face still does not change, his body is as motionless as a mountain, not to mention that his breathing has become short, and even his chest does not seem to rise and fall!

Suddenly, a rapid military horn sounded around the Tang camp.

Hundreds of horsemen rode around the city walls, tried to occupy the chalk meadows from both flanks, and then charged at the Tang camp.

But the man paid no attention to it, but stared at the gate.

Hidden in the city, Duo'er Cavalry finally mastered the rhythm of some feathered arrows, they found an opportunity, opened the city gate completely, and then dozens of the most skilled cavalry rushed out at the same time!

Dozens of riders poured out of the city gate in an instant, just like countless mist gushing out of the gate between two mountains!

At this moment, no matter how amazing that person's arrow skills were, there was no way to shoot those dozens of cavalry at the same time, not to mention that there were hundreds or even thousands of cavalry waiting in the rear to continue the momentum of the charge.

The shouts in the Tang camp became more and more urgent, and the six thousand cavalry mounted their horses one after another, ready to counter-charge, if the mysterious and terrifying feathered arrows could not hold the front of the Chinese army's tent, then they could only rely on the cavalry itself.

But the man did not give the Don cavalry a chance to go into battle.

Still silent, he shot his arrow, and in the face of the steppe cavalry that poured out of the city gates like a cloud, he shot an arrow.

He shot only one arrow.

Unlike before, the arrow was not pulled out of the grass beside him, but from the quiver behind him, and the arrow was obviously a little different, the cluster of arrows was a round barrel.

A terrible roar sounded in the early morning sky.

Under the injection of everyone's eyes, the arrow threw an arc and landed in front of the gate of Weicheng.

There was silence for a moment.

And then.

Rumble!

A loud bang sounded in front of the gate of Weicheng, lifting up countless dirt, as if to open the sky!

In the flying dirt, there were stumps of horses and cavalry, and even heads flying among them.

The gates of Weicheng collapsed, and the bricks and stones in the loess and clay fell one after another, and I don't know how many injured Duoer riders were suppressed, and many muffled and painful voices could be faintly heard in the smoke and dust.

And arrows came from the south.

This time the sound of the arrows was clearer than before, not like a breeze, but like a hurricane, and the howling was terrible.

The roar of arrows continued to sound.

Hundreds of feathered arrows, as if without interruption, pierced through the morning wind, through the smoke and dust, and shot into the depths.

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A steppe cavalryman jumped away from his slain mount, drew his scimitar and looked around uneasily, but he had no idea where the enemy was, when suddenly a feathered arrow came from the south and pierced his chest and abdomen.

A steppe cavalryman got up covered in blood and walked out of the smoke and dust, shouting something in his mouth, looking particularly violent, and suddenly, a feathered arrow shot into his mouth, and a bloody flower poked out from the back of his head.

A steppe cavalryman fell to the ground, wielding his scimitar and slashing at the mount that was kicking after the arrow, and stood up desperately, his eyes full of fear, and then he saw a feathered arrow coming towards his fear.

Puff puff, feather arrows hit leather armor, eyes shots, throat shots, shots in different places, but they make very similar sounds, they are all piercing sounds.

Those feathered arrows that seem to have magical power can shoot through a qiē.

In the smoke and dust in front of the gate of Weicheng, death was everywhere.

The sound of arrows and muffled grunts of death.

I don't know how long it took, the smoke and dust finally faded and the morning light fell again, falling in front of Weicheng, being coated with a layer of red light, and finally the morning sun on the surface of the grassland finally poked out in the distance, red as if stained with blood.

The morning sun is like blood, and there is blood in front of the city.

By this time, people inside and outside the city had already confirmed where the arrows were coming from.

Everyone looked at the Tang camp and looked at the fence.

Up to this time, not a single steppe cavalry was able to rush in front of the Tang camp.

In fact, except for the first three cavalrymen, no one was able to break out of Weicheng at all.

In front of the gate of Weicheng, there was a mess, and the corpses of cavalry and war horses were piled up into a hill.

Blood was lying from the hill, like a tiny waterfall.

Before the Qingxia of the year, Jun Mo was a sword, and ten thousand horses were incomprehensible.

After Jun Mo broke his arm, no one thought that this kind of picture would appear again.

Who would have thought that the picture of Weicheng appeared again today, but it was the opposite.

Today, an arrow is not available in Nanwan.

That man had an iron bow and feathered arrows all over the ground, and he sealed the most powerful barbarian horsemen of the Golden Horde Court in Weicheng!

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At the same time as the explosion occurred at the city gate, the hundreds of Duoer cavalry who charged towards the Tang camp from both wings also suffered a devastating blow, and the crossbow battalion, which had been hiding on the side, shot out the anger and dense crossbow arrows that had been prepared for a long time at the same time.

There was a humming sound on the grassland, it was the sound of the piano, it was the same note played by countless pianos, and after a while, when the sound disappeared, thousands of crossbow arrows fell at the same time, like a torrential rain.

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The royal court designed the route of the charge to pass through the city, because it was the closest and required the shortest time, but no one expected that this route would be so dangerous.

Because the attack on the two wings needs to surround the city, it is not direct enough to break through the crossbow rain laid by Xu Chi, so what can really change the entire battle situation is still the middle lane, or it depends on whether Duo'er can rush out of the city gate.

Only by rushing out of the city gate can there be the possibility of continuing to charge, and there can be all the follow-up plans, if you can't even rush out of the city gate, how can you be qualified to talk about the rest?

Behind the mountain of corpses dripping with blood waterfalls at the city gate, there were faint voices of angry and violent shouts and scolding, ruthless orders, and hurried footsteps of the royal court, and many people rushed over, hoping to clear the mountain of corpses from the city gate in the shortest possible time and make way for the cavalry behind.

As for whether those iron hooks and ropes would hurt the remains of the tribal warriors in this process, it was no longer in the consideration of the steppe people, and the desire to live had overwhelmed a qiē.

However, for the last warriors of the Golden Horde, today was destined to be a desperate day, and the Tang people did not leave them any chance, not even a chance to remove the corpses of their compatriots.

Inside and outside Weicheng, there was a brief moment of silence.

The sky, which was dyed red by the morning sun, suddenly revealed its original blue color.

The wildflowers in the field, gently stirred by the wind, suddenly froze, and the air wrapped in the fragile petals instantly became viscous countless times more than 10,000 times.

The grassland war horses in the city and the war horses in the Tang camp outside the city looked up at the sky at the same time, becoming a little anxious, but they didn't dare to use their neighing to vent their feelings.

The breath of heaven and earth is undergoing extremely drastic changes.

The heavens and the earth can be seen by the human eye, but there is no change.

It's even quieter and more beautiful than before.

Quietly, there were suddenly countless neighings, and then a terrifying picture appeared in front of everyone's eyes - the mountain of corpses made of cavalry and war horses in front of Weicheng collapsed.

Seeing that his building collapsed, when the building collapsed, it must have fallen apart, starting from the eaves in the building, and the same is true of the mountain of corpses, which also began to decompose from the inside.

The tough leather armor and the strong body of the war horse disintegrated in an instant, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and the thin waterfall formed by the condensation of blood and water became much thicker, and then all of them fell apart!

In the middle of the corpse mountain in front of the gate of Weicheng, a huge gap appeared, about two zhang wide.

In this gap, there was nothing but blood and flesh soaked in blood water.

The streets of the city are in full view.

People who stand in the city can also clearly see the scenery outside the city.

It's just that at this time, there are no more people in Weicheng who can stand.

The streets are littered with falling loess and accumulated ash.

The wind was howling incessantly.

The minfu slaves who were carrying the remains of the cavalry earlier, and the hundreds of Duoer cavalry who stood in the middle of the street and were ready to continue charging towards the Tang camp...... It's all gone.

Just like the corpses of those cavalry in the gap in the Corpse Mountain.

These lives, which were fresh a moment ago, have now turned into ignorant and invisible blood and flesh.

The streets became what Buddhism called the coldest and most terrifying Shura field.

There was nothing left but death.

It's a passage to death.

It's an arrow path.

The arrow road extends from the south of the city to the north, breaking an earthen wall in the north of the city, and more than ten carts on the city wall are scattering clear light, protecting themselves, and the corners of the carriages are damaged, revealing the miserable white things inside, which seem to be human bones.

The national teacher looked at the south, his face a little pale.

The people affected by the arrow-path slaughter fled in blood, dodging the second attack that did not happen, and there were panicked shouts everywhere, only to become quiet until much later.

The people hid behind the wheels, behind the restless mounts, and looked south with the national teacher, and the expressions on their faces were extremely frightened, and there were even some signs of distraction in their eyes.

At this moment, a straight condensation cloud slowly appeared in the air of Weicheng Street.

Someone had already guessed who the archery was, but this condensation cloud, which was already very famous in the world, appeared in front of people's eyes, so the suspicion was confirmed.

Thousands of people died in an instant, half of them were Do'er riders who were ready to charge.

It was not a massacre, but it was more terrible than a massacre.

Faced with such an unimaginable picture, in the face of an unimaginable enemy, the steppe people could not even get angry, but only blindly feared, and then grieved because of despair.

Even the bravest man in the tribe lost all faith at this moment.

Scattered hoofs sounded at the south gate of Weicheng.

The smoke and dust from the gap in the middle of the mountain of corpses gradually fell.

A man walked in from there.

A colt trailed behind him with an old cart full of feathered arrows.

The man was still carrying a quiver behind him, and an iron bow on his shoulder.

The man's clothes were mottled with blood and soot.

He was wearing an ordinary Don Army uniform.

He looked like an ordinary Tang sergeant.

He was originally an ordinary Tang soldier.

For many years, he had been a soldier in Weicheng.

Years later, he finally returned to the city.

He is a wanderer who has returned to his hometown in the border village.

He is a veteran of the Blowing Horn Company Battalion.

He was covered in dust and unstoppable.

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