The person who shot such an arrow and killed the one-eyed condor archer was actually a rookie named Mr. Nanzawa.

I don't know if this Mongolian No. 1 archer, knowing that the guy who killed himself, has only been touching the bow and arrow for half a year, and he will be so angry that he will cheat the corpse on the spot.

As for Mr. Nanze, why did he target this first archer.

Originally, in Hu Biao's shout of 'kill these condor shooters', the names of their rookies were not mentioned at all.

Naturally, it represents the heart, in fact, for the archery skills of these rookies, there are no expectations at all.

After all, Hu Biao, a street commander, naturally knows what kind of talent these rookies under his command are in archery.

But after such an order fell into the ears of the tea profiteers, this rookie was a little unconvinced.

In the midst of scolding in his mouth, he scolded in a voice that only he could hear:

"Special! This is looking down on whom, Lao Tzu killed an eagle archer high and low, let you know how powerful. ”

In the following time, after another arrow shot and killed a Mongolian ten-master, the number of Mongolians killed by Nan Ze reached nine, which was on par with the rookie Yuanhai in the same period.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to my mind, intending to kill a big fish.

As a result, he opened his bow and arrow, and he saw the scene where the old snake was hit by the shoulder of the one-eyed condor archer and failed to kill the opponent with one arrow.

Instinctively, he loosened the bowstring on his fingertips, and made up for it.

Because the fighter plane at that time was fleeting, he didn't even have time to aim carefully; It was entirely by feeling that such an arrow was shot.

What I didn't expect was that such an arrow hit the target by an unusual coincidence, as if a blind cat had encountered a dead mouse.

In general, the credit for killing this first marksman of the Mongolian people, the old snake should occupy seventy percent, or even more.

Of course, Mr. Nanzawa doesn't see it that way.

Seeing that the Condor was holding an oily face, and collapsed to the ground weakly, the mouth of this thing shouted without a mouth:

"Look, it's true that my buddy is a doctor, but his talent in archery is also quite amazing.

I don't know what Hu Biao is, what if because of such a thing, I must be made to develop mainly in the direction of snipers in the future?

Do you know that I prefer to be a doctor rather than a sniper? ”

Hearing this, because the direction of his usual cultivation is more inclined to the aspect of the sword and shield hand and the spearman, the watchdog and the stone breaker, I can't wait for a big force to pull over.

Even if Shengsheng endured such a one, there are some watchdogs with poisonous mouths and habits of poking people's lung tubes when they speak.

also scolded in his mouth: "Special! Nanze, why is your mouth so hard, I'll ask you, if you really hang up; Can your mouth simmer in a pressure cooker for three hours? ”

"Three hours, you can't stew it for a day~" Mr. Nanze replied in a coaxing manner.

As for the old snake that fell to the ground, just looking at the position where it should be the arrow in the left ventricle, Mr. Nanze just gave up his efforts to save it.

He didn't shout at Hu Biao again, 'The old snake is dead', but he should brag and continue to brag.

The battlefield is a place where people are growing at an astonishing rate......

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However, Mr. Nanzawa obviously doesn't know what happiness and sorrow are.

Or maybe it's a very normal thing, no one knows on the battlefield that they will lose their lives because of a trivial matter.

At the moment of bragging, he was slightly distracted, and another diagonal stab shot at his face; Another deceived condor shot at this one target.

The speed of that arrow was amazing, just like the abyss just now, and Mr. Nanzawa didn't have time to react at all, and the heavy arrow pierced his face armor.

The difference is that Mr. Nanzawa was slightly luckier.

He felt the arrow go through the tip of his nose, and immediately there was a shocking pain; After the skull was raised backwards, the whole person fell to the ground hard.

At that moment, tears, snot and blood were mixed together, and it was a terrible disgusting one.

However, I can feel severe pain and nausea, which means that this product is at least not dead, and it should be much luckier than the result of being killed by an arrow.

It's just that such luck doesn't seem to have any practical effect.

Because Nan Ze clearly knows that under the current battlefield, every combat effectiveness is extremely critical; Where can we allocate manpower to take such a seriously wounded man as him to act together.

To put it mildly, even Hu Biao's death fell to the ground, and no one cared about it.

Just knowing his life, after completely entering the countdown, Mr. Nanze, who was panicked when the war started, was completely calmed down.

Even at this moment, he planned to do another big vote before he died.

With this in mind, he groped for a red cloth bag in the belt around his waist with his right hand.

The reason why it was wrapped in a bright red cloth was because the contents were obtained from the Baicao Fairy, some highly toxic powder called 'Broken Soul Scatter'.

It is said that as long as you inhale some in your mouth and nose, if you don't have a good antidote, you will soon die.

So Yuanhai decided to act as a human poison mine, specifically to wait until those Mongolian people caught up, let this bag of 'Broken Soul Scatter' be thrown out, and poison some opponents when they died.

Of course, there is a premise for such a plan.

That is, when the Mongolian people caught up, Mr. Nanze, who felt that he was constantly weakening, if this goods had not been hung up......

In the time that followed, Mr. Nanzawa, lying on the ground with an arrow stuck in his face, watched as one pair after another pair of Xuange Camp peculiar to the Xuange Camp stepped over his skull.

Even in this process, there were people who stepped directly on him.

Boy! After counting the armor and weapons on their bodies, almost none of the heroes of these Xuange camps weighed less than two hundred and sixty pounds.

Stepping on such a weight, it almost didn't make this tea profiteer of the modern plane pull directly into his trouser pocket.

In short, in the process of such a difficult wait, Mr. Nanzawa felt that it was so tormented in every second.

Fortunately, when his vision in front of him became a little blurry, he finally saw a figure with a strong sheep smell stepping over him first.

There is no doubt that it was the Mengren who chased the ass of the battle formation, and chased and killed them all the way.

With the last of his strength, he threw the red cloth bag on his right hand to a height of three meters.

After throwing the red cloth bag, Mr. Nanzawa, who had completed the last thing on his mind, was relieved by the breath he was holding in his heart, and his brain was crooked.

It was because of this that he did not see the powder in the red cloth bag, after it spread with the wind.

In an area within a radius of more than 20 square meters, the Mongolian people who rushed up in a dense formation only inhaled a little before falling to the ground.

foaming at the mouth, his hands pinching his neck, the appearance was extremely miserable.

After Nan Ze fell to the ground, he closed his eyes, and there was still a distance of 650 meters from the high platform where Guo Xiang was.

If you pay attention to it, you can find that the breathing of the strange knife hands is already very heavy......

(End of chapter)