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At this moment, in the snowdrift that had accumulated for many days on the bank of the Qidu River, a soul-snatching arrow shot through the thick snow surface mixed with ash and shot out again.

This time, the bleak arrow directly reaped the life of an Ali Xi.

A moment later, more than a dozen thick and heavy wolf's tooth arrows pierced through the depths of the snow at the same time, but there was no blood oozing out of the half-frozen snowdrift, and there was no sound of arrows piercing through the human body.

It was as if there was only one short arrow in the snowdrift, without a bow or crossbow, but it was like the most dangerous poisonous snake, taking the life of the Jurchen warriors with the most direct means.

It has to be said that the Jurchens developed the most fanatical bloodthirsty temperament in the conquest of the Liao State, and if they were replaced by the Liao military horses who believed in Buddhism, or in the Song Army, which had a large number of generals who liked to pretend to be ghosts and had almost formed a military tradition, such a strange attack of hidden arrows was enough to demoralize the soldiers.

However, Pu Liyan, who had no nose, just pulled a strip of cloth on his body indiscriminately, hurriedly wrapped it around his face, and changed his voice regardless of his speech, so he endured the pain and gritted his teeth, and a series of orders were issued like this: "Pucha Nushen, you take Ali Xi and carefully watch the raw mouth behind." Once someone speaks out and runs away, they will be killed!"

"Others, as soon as they hear the sound of arrows, shoot back where the sound came from!"

These few short sentences of command can be regarded as a ninety percent grasp of the current situation.

The opponent only dared to attack and kill with secret arrows, but did not dare to attack head-on, which means that the opponent is not numerous, at least in front of the Jurchen cavalry army of dozens of horses, as well as several times that of Cangtou, Alixi and other servant troops, the opponent's military strength is by no means enough, and there is no courage and willingness to attack head-on at all.

Maybe it was a small group of distant horses released by the Liaogou Army, and they were defeated and lost by the Jurchens head-on, so they only dared to play these pickled methods of harassing from behind.

And as long as those raw mouths are suppressed and they are not allowed to join forces with these remote horses, then how can these dozens of Jurchen cavalry soldiers kill this group of remote horses!

However, his order had just been issued, and in the deep and dense riverside forest, on the bank of the Qidu River where the winter snow was piled up, there was a sudden sound of strings.

One string, two strings, the strings pluck the ruthless silk, there is no carved bow, no good crossbow, only arrows fly like locusts, suddenly in all directions!

The dim short arrow instantly broke through the animal skin on the Jurchen cavalry, penetrated the iron armor carefully crafted by the craftsmen of the Liao Kingdom, and then fiercely tore the muscles and internal organs of the human body, and pierced through the body.

This terrifying lethality reminded Pu Liyan of the Pucha Department of a legendary weapon, which is said to be a militaristic weapon used by the southerners-

Divine Arm Crossbow!

But why did the Divine Arm Crossbow appear in Liao?

He didn't dare to think about it, and a steel arrow had passed through his men's body, castrating straight into his throat.

This Pu Liyan made a leaky "lotus" sound in his throat, but he could no longer maintain the center of gravity of his body, so he fell down with his head tilted.

At the moment when he fell to the ground, a snow-bright sword light suddenly rose from the snow, and in the blink of an eye, there were Jurchen heads with pigtails like rat tails, like overripe fruits, falling to the ground.

The young man holding the sword was dressed in a suit of scale armor, not the heavy iron armor of the Liao army, which was connected with iron plates and iron rings, but scaly leather armor made of the finely scaled leather of reptiles such as snakes or lizards. Both in terms of material and shape, the armor feels thin when worn, and the dull scales that cover the surface of the armor seem to be able to absorb light, which in turn reinforces this impression at first sight.

If it weren't for the fact that the young man's hair was already completely white, his dull leather armor and dark complexion alone would make him look like a ghost sneaking in the night.

In addition to the slender and straight blade, there is a special iron pipe design at the handle, and the oil and luster around the iron pipe indicate that its owner often uses grease to maintain the iron pipe, and even more carefully than the blade itself.

Such a strangely shaped knife, coupled with this strange young man, has achieved a wonderful sense of harmony.

And at this moment, the young man's sword body was raised, and he stabbed forward, and in a bang, several Jurchen cavalry soldiers fell off their horses suddenly.

It's just that unlike their comrades who were killed by arrows, these Jurchen cavalry soldiers burst into bloody holes in an instant, compared to Pu Liyanlai, who was pierced through the throat by an arrow, this death looks even more miserable!

In the blink of an eye, this baggage team lost dozens of Jurchen cavalry troops, and in the blink of an eye, the order originally maintained by the Jurchens was already in chaos.

Those who were able to take refuge in the Jurchens and even stammered to the point of Ali were either the Zahu tribes that did not belong to the real Jurchen noble tribes such as the Wanyan Ministry, or they were simply the Han, Bohai and even Khitan people who jumped ship and took refuge in time during the Jurchen and Liao wars.

In the chaotic times when human life is like grass, these people have already honed their skills of how to twist their bodies in the gale and fall towards the direction of the wind at all times. At this moment, only the sound of blades falling to the ground was heard, and these barren men did not see the battle in front of them, but only saw the Jurchen nobles fall to the ground from a distance.

But this glance was enough for them to make the wisest choice, and they had already knelt down in chaos: "Your nobles are above, we are all the people of Daliao, willing to surrender, willing to surrender!"

However, the young man who had killed all the Jurchen nobles in the blink of an eye just walked towards them with a knife in his hand, and only listened to the voice of the man muttering something in a very heavy voice.

The voice was not like the northern sound, but it carried the voice of some southerners, but when you listen closely, it makes people not very clear: "Kill these barbarians from the grassland, but what should these people do? I don't know much about transporting supplies with these burdens to the south...... With them south, how can I protect so many people?"

In the midst of this question, in the inky black riverside forest, someone walked out slowly, although he was wrapped in a simple cloak with no visible material, but he could still see the extremely finely crafted cyan leather armor under the cloak.

Just looking at his appearance, the person who came was much younger than the dark-skinned youth, but although his words were heavier, they made these remnants of the Liao Kingdom even more incomprehensible: "You have a good use of Liujia arrows, but how well you use the last sword." The use of the knife is to fight quickly, not as simple as a knife that can shoot bullets - let's not talk about this, what are you going to do with these Liao?"

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