It's a pity that the long distance has allowed the enemy to have full precautions, and the blood tiger flag has dodged the shooting of the arrows between the flutters, but it is not in vain, the shining arrows rushed into the enemy formation, and stabbed the buttocks of a war horse, scaring the war horses around them enough, after all, they are more afraid of the unknown, and for a time there were four or five horses jumping around, and three figures were thrown to the ground.

Although it failed to shoot down the nasty Blood Tiger Banner, this arrow also made the defenders of Border Pass City understand that their own side has a terrain advantage, and no matter how strong the enemy army is, it will not be captured so quickly. Especially when I saw that the arrow on the watchtower had crossed a distance of nearly 3,000 meters and put the enemy army in chaos, my heart suddenly felt a lot more relaxed inexplicably.

Looking at the defenders who began to glow again, Liu Wenyuan breathed a long sigh of relief, smiled at each other with the drunken Taoist, and turned around and returned to the command post set up on the watchtower on the city wall.

Seeing that the enemy army was not moving for the time being, Ling Xiao also returned to his watchtower for archers and began to allocate the required garrison with the three leaders.

The entire city wall is sandwiched between the fractures of the mountain range, about 400 meters wide, and an average of four large watchtowers are placed, and the one hundred and twenty elite archers under Ling Xiao's jurisdiction occupy the watchtower alone in the middle and a little to the left, but they do not share the daily garrison tasks.

Liu Wenyuan understood Ling Xiao's attainments in the use of bows and arrows very well, and after dividing the task of protecting the city wall into three sections and handing it over to ordinary archers, he specially vacated a watchtower with the best position and handed it over to Ling Xiao's archer detachment, and Ling Xiao independently organized the attack and defense without any restrictions.

Since Liu Wenyuan trusted Ling Xiao so much, Ling Xiao also had a feeling of reciprocating his favor, and began to seriously plan his defense plan.

The reserve team is stationed in the watchtower, acting as an observation post, reporting the situation immediately when it is discovered, and continuing to conduct basic training according to the training plan compiled by Ling Xiao when it usually takes turns to rest. In addition, it is also responsible for the transportation of arrows, rescue of the wounded and other logistical tasks.

The Longbows were also stationed in the watchtower, but they were mainly in a state of restoration, doing only a small amount of maintenance training each day to ensure that they were always in the best condition for the war that could begin at any time.

As for the sniper team, they stay with Ling Xiao every day, on the one hand, under the leadership of the drunken Taoist, to protect Ling Xiao's safety, and on the other hand, it is also convenient for Ling Xiao to command and concentrate on sniping important targets at any time.

As for Ling Xiao himself, he wanted to carry out a whimsical plan, that is, to make zuò markings.

The so-called marking line is to pass on the battlefield outside the city walls, and some obvious markings show several distance control lines.

Don't underestimate this simple marker, the reason why the average archer shoots poorly is accurate. The main reason is that it is difficult to estimate the distance to the target.

As long as the distance is estimated, then the amount of force, the correction of wind speed and a series of other tasks have a basis, and then the shooting error becomes extremely small.

It's just that usually, the distance marking line is just a few obvious landmarks, such as a rock, a big tree, or something, and very few people will actually mark a line. However, rocks and trees are not just above the whole digits, so this simple mark still requires the archers to have a relatively good hand at estimating distance.

But the marking line that Ling Xiao wants to make is a complete, uninterrupted distance marking line. What made Liu Wenyuan, Drunken Daoren and others even more speechless was that Ling Xiao planned to make four of them, one for five thousand meters, one for three thousand meters, and one for one thousand meters. 500 meters apiece.

It is said that the enemy vanguard has already cleared the battlefield, and it will definitely not be cleaned again before the big battle, so it is the best time to set up the marking line.

However, the distance in front of the entire 200,000 army was only a dozen miles, and it was necessary to complete the formation of four marking lines several hundred meters long. The difficulty can be imagined.

Therefore, Liu Wenyuan and the drunken Taoist people unanimously opposed it. However, at Ling Xiao's insistence, the group finally agreed to Ling Xiao's request. After all, if the marker line can really be set, the effect on the defensive side is undoubtedly huge. At least the average archers can use the power of elite archers.

And the real reason for these stubborn old men to agree to this plan was the way Ling Xiao set it up. Instead of the traditional white marking, the method used is a dark line.

In the whole plan, Ling Xiao is responsible for the identification of the distance and the outline of the line, while the others just carry out secondary processing on the line outlined by Ling Xiao, place some combustible oil, and finally do some simple cover-up work, even if the setting is completed.

The whole process only required about ten people, and the time required was only a short hour, and it was carried out on the first night after the enemy army was encamped, so it can be said that the danger was extremely small.

However, it seems that luck is not on Ling Xiao's side, but some unexpected situations began to appear just after departure.

In order to conceal it, the people dispatched in this operation are all masters above the king realm, and even include the representatives of the highest force in the border pass city, the drunken Dao people, but these people are highly cultivated, but they know almost nothing about how to conceal their whereabouts and how to raid in the dark.

So just after setting up the two marker lines, they were discovered by the enemy's night scouts. As a permanent branch of front-line reconnaissance, the Night Scouts are usually served by soldiers who are extremely experienced and courageous on the battlefield.

Ling Xiao and his group of ten people only killed one of them, as if they had stabbed a hornet's nest, surrounded by dozens of scouts who were rapidly advancing in the middle of the battlefield.

After setting up the two marking lines, Ling Xiao and the others had already left the city wall about three thousand meters away. In the midst of these scouts, the distance of three thousand meters seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

However, in this situation, Ling Xiao's archery skills began to show great power, and the already hidden Wind Feather Arrow became more difficult to detect in the darkness of the night, and it was often the death of the companions around him that those scouts found that they had been exposed.

With the rapid retreat of Ling Xiao and the others, as the enemy scouts gradually died, just when the drunken Daoist and the others thought that they were out of danger, a few wind feather arrows shot by Ling Xiao were blocked by the enemy's spear and flew fiercely!

Masters, and more than one!

The vigilant drunken Daoist immediately summoned his companions to gather around Ling Xiao, but the signal was issued, but only four people came back, indicating that the four people who did not come back were most likely killed silently.

The night darkness concealed the whereabouts of Ling Xiao and the others, but it also affected their judgment, how many people on the other side were, how they cultivated, and whether they had surrounded themselves, it was not known.

The drunken Daoist was already a little flustered, his task was to protect Ling Xiao, and only he knew the importance of Ling Xiao, in his eyes, Ling Xiao was more important than the entire border city, but now he was besieged by the enemy army for no apparent reason!

Regret is also useless, and the drunken Taoist suddenly had a desperate thought. But he was quickly pulled by Ling Xiaoyan, "Drunk senior, don't be impulsive, the enemy is the same as us, he doesn't know who we are, he doesn't know how many of us are, and he doesn't know what we're doing, the more impulsive we are, the more enemies will be attracted." Under such circumstances, the enemy army did not dare to make a large-scale sortie, and as long as we could break through the blockade line in front of us, the enemy would not dare to get too close to the border city. ”

Listening to Ling Xiao's words, the drunken Taoist old face was slightly red, yes, he was still too anxious, the situation was still clear, so he wanted to fight hard, the key at this time was to kill the opponent's good hand under the premise of being as concealed as possible!

There were only six people left in the action team, under the guidance of Ling Xiao, they began to deal with the enemy, both sides were swimming at high speed, and they didn't dare to stay for even a breath, and the result of being locked by the other party could only be death.

The scouts of the night who had been baptized by Ling Xiao's wind feather arrows had also become much more cautious, and they would no longer make even the slightest sound, and Ling Xiao, who had lost his target, had no chance to kill the enemies scattered in the middle of nowhere.

The two sides are like two blind men testing and groping each other, and it is conceivable that as long as they meet, it will immediately be a bloody battle.

The dragon-shaped bow in Ling Xiao's hand had turned into a short stick, and in this case, the bow and arrow had no room to play at all, and he could only use the short stick for melee combat.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye felt a trace of black shadow circulating, and he didn't want to think about it, his body moved slightly, and the short stick had already struck out, and the drunken Taoist beside Ling Xiao was even more stabbed with a flick of his sword!

The other party's cultivation is obviously not low, and he took advantage of the sneak attack, although Ling Xiao and the drunken Daoist's counterattack was extremely sharp, but after all, they still lost the opportunity, first the drunken Daoist's sword made the man dodge lightly, and then Ling Xiao's short stick was blocked by the short knife in the man's hand.

But in this moment of lightning, Ling Xiao found that the man actually had a short sword in his other hand, but he was exposed!

The body was rapidly retreating, and the drunken Daoist's eyes were red as he tried his best to take the short sword's attack for Ling Xiao, but the opponent's speed was also extremely fast, and the short sword had already stabbed towards Ling Xiao's chest along a strange line. The four companions beside him were still unaware.

Lingli Silk frantically formed layer after layer of shields in front of him, but unfortunately under the fierce attack of the short sword, it was cut layer by layer like tissue paper, and it couldn't stop half a point at all.

This short sword is definitely not ordinary, and what is even more frightening is that the opponent's cultivation is extremely high, otherwise the cultivation of the drunken Taoist should be able to stop the opponent's attack.

I can only rely on myself, Ling Xiao came to this conclusion in an instant, but it is useless to retreat quickly, the short sword is approaching his chest inch by inch with a firm attitude.

Since you can't retreat, then move forward! In the case of being locked by the opponent, Ling Xiao understands that the only thing he can control is to choose the part of his injury at this critical moment, and the opportunity is only such a moment, when he has no way to retreat and is caught up by the other party, I am afraid that even the slightest choice of power will be lost.

In the midst of the rapid retreat, Ling Xiao still devoted a little energy to find a favorable terrain, and a big tree two steps away behind him gave Ling Xiao a chance to survive in an instant.

Suddenly, his legs kicked back and kicked on the tree pole, but his left hand was firmly grasping at the short sword, and the short stick in his right hand was blocking the opponent's short sword......!