Chapter Eighty-Eight: The prince has a life to kill
The long arrow instantly pierced through the heavy silk curtain, but the momentum did not decrease in the slightest. Luo Qianhuai looked out from Mo Gongzi's shoulder, and saw that the sharp arrow tip of Na Sen Leng was approaching inch by inch, and it was about to sink into his right chest.
She actually didn't understand why Yimo Gongzi's martial arts refused to dodge directly, but had to take this arrow hard.
Although the heart is avoided, under the current medical conditions, penetrating the right lung will lead to hemopneumothorax, and the right lung will collapse completely.
This kind of surgery is different from what was done for Wei Lan before. Under the existing conditions of Dayu, even if he finds a stable place out of the battle in front of him, it will be difficult to succeed.
The tip of the arrow was already close at hand, and it was about to pierce into Mo Gongzi's body, but he kept holding her tightly and didn't move.
She no longer thought about why he did this, nor did she have time to think about who he was, but she just called out in her head:
"System, think of a way to let all of us leave Fenyang safely!"
The arrows came to a standstill in front of her.
"The wish has been received. According to the needs of the host, we are making every effort to calculate the ...... in the shortcut."
"Ding! The shortcut is successful! In view of the fact that the current capacity of the host is not enough to complete this plan independently, it is enforced by this system! ”
Outside the carriage. Wei Cang and most of his personal guards had already rushed through the rain of arrows, tearing apart the battle formation in the rear.
In the firelight, swords intersected, men and horses roared, and blood splattered. In just a dozen breaths, there were already more than 20 corpses lying on the ground.
Chen Ke was surrounded by a circle of personal soldiers in the middle, and his face was not very good-looking. He didn't expect that he would send so many people to deal with a small team of merchants, and he would spend so much effort and lose so many people.
These guards on the other side, all of them are extraordinary, that is, the two women who shot later, looking delicate and beautiful, and they are still quite ruthless, so that the trace of pity and cherishing jade that he just gave birth to is all extinguished.
These people discovered the situation in Yungang Village, whether it was intentional or unintentional, there was only a dead end today.
Chen Ke grimaced, holding the spine of the bow in one hand, and drawing another arrow from the quiver presented by his own soldier in the other.
His arrows were specially made, the arrows were half an inch longer than ordinary arrows, and the back of the blade was deliberately widened, and once it entered the body, it would tear the skin fiercely and bite out a huge wound.
Pulling the bow and arrow, the tip of the arrow naturally moved away, no longer facing the carriage fifty meters away, but aimed at Wei Cang, who was surrounded by more than a dozen soldiers.
The bow he wielded was very long, almost about his height. The name of the bow is Hanyue, it is the eight-stone bow given by the king of Fenyang, the bow spine is yew wood decorated with gold hoops, and the bowstring is made of buffalo tendons, and the range is two or three hundred meters away after being full, and the strength is extraordinary.
So he didn't need to think much about the result of Fang Cai's arrow at all. At such a close distance, the angle of his arrow is carefully calculated, no matter whether the opponent is standing or sitting, he will not die or be disabled.
He knew very well that the person in the car must be the leader of this group, and he could guess it clearly from the exclamations of those guards and the desperate behavior of rushing there.
It's just a pity that they must be disappointed. Chen Ke looked lightly at the more than ten people who fell again in the field, and there was no wave in his heart.
No matter how high the martial arts of these people are, it is impossible for them to escape under the siege of so many soldiers. What's more, in order to ensure that nothing goes wrong, he has already informed the prince and prepared another backhand.
"These people are all vicious Jiangyang thieves." He shouted: "The prince has a life, don't worry about killing, behead one level, reward ten thousand dollars!" ”
Before the words fell, Chen Ke released the bowstring, and the arrow flew out.
There will be brave men under the great reward. These soldiers, in terms of martial arts, are far from being the opponents of the guards, but they are also strong men who have seen the sky and trained to kill people and see blood, and they are usually quite skilled in cooperating with their comrades.
With a sharp whistling sound, the arrow fell into Wei Cang's afterglow. He subconsciously jumped up to dodge, but his right foot was grabbed by a soldier. By the time he kicked the soldier out, four more spears struck him from behind and at his side, and he swung his sword to block them one by one, but his body had already fallen back, and the cold tips of the arrows were already in front of his chest.
The sound of the chain rings sounded, and a hand as white as jade suddenly appeared, lightly squeezing the tail feathers, and lifting the arrow that was bound to be won, without any fireworks.
The gorgeous Tired Silk Treasure Chuan, under the reflection of the fire, shines on Hao's wrist.
Wei Cang looked up in amazement, and saw that his master was already standing outside the carriage at this time. His face was unusually pale, and he coughed, and he could barely stand by holding on to the wheels, the kind he was accustomed to outside........ But it wasn't really hurt.
Mrs. Luo wore a golden fox mask on her face, but she held two special long arrows in her hands.
No one outside knew that the Lord knew martial arts, including his brother-in-law Meng Ju. Others who have accidentally seen it have either been subdued as subordinates or have taken the information underground.
Today, on the boundary of Fenyang, there are more than 200 palace guards on the opposite side, and there are only about 20 of them, and it is possible to break through the siege, but if they want to destroy them all, they can't do it at all.
That's why he was so nervous, because he understood how ruthless his master could be to himself in order to cover up this matter.
Fortunately, at a critical time, Mrs. Luo still made a move. Obviously, the snow melted, but he still had the strength of the retrograde meridians, which was obviously loyal to the Lord, and it was not in vain that he and Wei Ying begged for her before.
Chen Ke didn't expect that the two arrows he was determined to win were all picked up, and they were received so easily, as if he had just picked up two falling willow leaves.
It's just that if the other party thinks that he can escape with this little ability, it will be too much to underestimate him.
Chen Ke sneered, picked up three arrows in one hand, and put them on the bow at the same time, with force in his hand, he slowly rounded the Hanyue bow, and when he was about to shoot it, he suddenly saw an arrow coming through the air, not giving him a chance to dodge at all, and inserted it straight into his left eye.
The pain was sharp, and he let out a dull scream. At the same time, the lieutenant general, who had been guarding behind him, also inserted a long arrow in the center of his eyebrows, and fell down without saying a word.
Luo Qianhuai watched the system throw out the two white arrows casually, and he didn't even bother to look at the result, and his body turned into an afterimage, advancing and retreating like a ghost, slapping and beating at will, and one by one the soldiers fell to the ground unconscious.