Chapter 1247 to drink

"Golden Wolf Clan, Yellowstone Tribe, our squad is chasing a small pack of wild wolves, and they suddenly attack,......。 ”

After drinking the last sip of wine, the black-armored man looked around, tore off half of his clothes, briefly bandaged the wounds on his and the horse's legs, and led the horse to a small dirt mountain not far away as he spoke.

Each tribe will send a strong team to hunt and drive away a small group of wolves near the settlement, to put it simply, Zhewen's wolf hunting team was ambushed by the people of the Yellowstone tribe, and the other five people were killed in battle, he was able to fight to the death, but he was also seriously injured, if he hadn't met Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei, he would not have escaped death in the end.

"Well, that's right. Are you going to meet the enemy on this hill?"

Unless it is between tribes that have officially started a war, otherwise, ambushing the wolf hunting teams of other tribes is a very taboo thing in the Qinke grassland, and the Huangshi tribe's perseverance in pursuing Zhewen, even if it is Murong Xuefei, it is not difficult to understand.

"Haha, it's too late for the two of you to leave, I'm here to entangle them, even if I Zhewen uses a knife to cut, I have to pull a few more thieves from the Golden Wolf Clan to pad my back, and dare to ask me to give me another gourd wine." ”

The small earth mountain is not high, only about 50 zhang, but it is quite steep, at least the horse is up, the difficulty is not small, Zhewen has no bow and arrow, if he fights with the pursuers on the flat ground, there will be no chance of half a point, in fact, it is on the small earth mountain, he also has no chance, but it is just a delay for a while.

"Good man. Today I will meet the warriors of the Golden Wolf Clan. ”

Murong Xuefei took off his bow and arrow and handed it to Zhewen.

In fact, she didn't usually practice archery, and hung a bow and arrow on her horse, more just pretending.

Stone Ox, Stone Sheep, Black Wolf, Golden Wolf, of course, there is no difference to Murong Xuefei, but Zhewen asked for a gourd of wine before he died, but it suddenly reminded her of Ling Foxman, and moreover, Zhewen wanted to buy a gourd wine instead of buying it, and he was also quite angry with her.

Besides, killing a few Turkic Huns is not a bad thing for the Terrans, and Murong Xuefei has no embarrassment.

It's not right or wrong, it's simple, life and death.

"Ah! The two high righteousness, Zhewen will never forget. However, the Yellowstone tribe is powerful, so please think twice. If it is convenient, you only need to see two pots of arrows again, and Zhewen is full of hospitality. I haven't consulted the two high names yet. ”

Bows and arrows are something that the Turkic Huns do not want to leave for a while, and the fierce battle is imminent, but Murong Xuefei puts his bow and arrow in the hands of others, which makes Zhewen overjoyed and surprised.

"Blue Wolf Clan Mu Yan, Mu Xue, Brother Wen concentrate on facing the enemy. ”

"Hehe, Uncle Shi, this is a bad mood. ”

According to Feng Rushan's original intention, he didn't want to intersect with the Shiniu tribe so simply and rudely, but since Murong Xuefei had decided, he didn't care.

Not everything can be calculated clearly, and it's good to indulge once in a while.

"Brother Mu and Miss Mu, there are two second-order masters in the chasing army, and I want to bother the two of them, send this to the Shiniu tribe, and hand it over to the Mohuai Patriarch or Elder Luhua, and all the clansmen of my Shiniu tribe will be grateful to the two great kindnesses. ”

Zhewen took out a black cylinder from his arms and handed it to Feng Rushan.

"It's too late, Brother Zhewen, kill all the miscellaneous pieces of the Golden Wolf Clan first, and talk about other things later. ”

Murong Xuefei shook her head, dismounted and stood behind Feng Rushan.

"With Gao Lingxia, why should the Zhewen brothers be so pessimistic, although they are numerous, they may not be able to take advantage today. ”

"The miscellaneous of the Golden Wolf Clan! No matter how you say it, it should be the miscellaneous of the Yellowstone Tribe, Uncle Shi's temper. This Zhewen has a good heart. ”

Feng Rushan had already dismounted, picked a half-human-high stone, stood behind the stone, stretched his bow and arrows, and pointed the arrow down the mountain.

Zhewen is just leading a wolf hunting team around the settlement, and what urgent news needs to be sent back to the Shiniu tribe, the black cylinder is obviously an excuse to get Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei out of danger, and he himself stays to block the pursuers, such a heart, even if it is a foreign race, it is also appreciated by Feng Rushan.

Zhewen recognized two good friends, and if he could not die this time, he would definitely accompany the two of them to have a drink. Good bow! It's just that the arrow is a little more ordinary. ”

"Mu Yan's mind is so fast!"

Zhewen glanced around, jumped off his horse, found a low stone to stand on, drew a bow, couldn't help but shout, drew a long arrow, looked at it closely, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Although Murong Xuefei is not accustomed to archery, but she and Feng Rushan's big bow, but it also took a lot of thought, Mo Kun's treasure house has a lot of rare materials, Murong Xuefei did not hesitate to refine two big bows for herself and Feng Rushan, although there is no special effect, but the weight is light and strong, and it can barely be regarded as a treasure level, at least much stronger than the war bow used by Zhewen.

As for the arrows, this, the arrows are consumables, and there are a lot of them stored in the storage bag and the immortal mansion in Fengrushan, but they are ordinary long arrows.

On the top of the hill, there is only a radius of ten zhang, riding on a horse, there is no room for galloping at all, but dismounts and walks, the goal is a little smaller, but the Turkic Huns are used to it on horseback all their lives, and Zhewen did not think of dismounting to meet the enemy for a while.

"Hehe, Brother Zhewen is east and north, I am south and west, Uncle Shi will help us watch the point, look!"

Between the words, more than 30 chasing soldiers, has surrounded the small mountain, slowly approaching, Feng Rushan shouted, bent the bow and arrows, swished, sent an arrow to the chest of the first person, but the person did not dodge, saw the arrow, it was also an arrow shot, the arrows of both sides collided in the air, the remaining momentum was not weakened, flew out obliquely, inserted into the snow, everyone under the mountain saw this, and cheered loudly.

"Brother Mu, wait for the enemy to get close before shooting. There are many enemies, so pay attention to saving arrows. ”

"The basic skills are solid, the technique is average, and the experience is too poor. ”

Feng Rushan's arrow, castration is urgent, but unfortunately, the distance is a bit far, slightly blocking the enemy, want to hurt the enemy, but it is impossible, in vain arrows, useless, Zhewen couldn't help but give advice.

"Hehe, it's fine. I'll try the wind size. ”

Feng Rushan smiled slightly, but he didn't care, and two more arrows were shot.

Archery, the most basic, one is to have good eyesight, the second is to have strong arm strength, and the third is to have a steady hand, Feng Rushan is far beyond the ordinary purple armor warrior, but he has not specifically practiced archery, the impact on the wind, wind speed These details have to be temporarily crammed, as for more advanced special skills, this, he has never studied.

"We are condescending now, and practicing peacefully is not exactly the same, Brother Mu should pay attention. Kill!"

"I'm dizzy! It turned out to be a little white. ”

The influence of wind direction and wind speed on the flight of long arrows in the air depends on the feeling of a large number of exercises in ordinary times, how can there be a saying that you have to try it in battle, Zhewen's throat was sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of blood, but it was too late to say anything at this time, the warriors of the Yellowstone tribe under the mountain suddenly slapped their horses and rushed violently, Zhewen also took care of saving arrows, and the arrows were fired, and the swishing sound was endless, it was really the general's magic arrow, and there was no false hair, and he shot down three enemies one after another, and the warriors of the Yellowstone tribe had to retreat temporarily. Only then did Zhewen take the time to take a look at Feng Rushan, only to see that Feng Rushan was still unhurriedly shooting arrows one after another, south and west, and did not see the corpses of the enemy, and the Huangshi people, but they did not approach closer.

"Brother Zhewen, good archery!"

The Huangshi people belong to the back attack, they are not close to the effective range at all, and the few arrows that they barely shoot are crooked and there is no real threat, Murong Xuefei is idle and has nothing to do, and he has the leisure to shout to Zhewen.

"Brother Mu, that's good!"

"Hehe, Mu Yan is very self-aware. If there are endless arrows, this is also a way to stick to it. It's a pity. ”

Zhewen smiled bitterly in his heart.

He had already seen clearly that the two Lin horses, each with 6 pots of feather arrows, were ordinary quivers, each bag of 10 feather arrows, that is to say, they had a total of 120 feather arrows, Feng Rushan's archery, the accuracy and speed were good, and they were decent, but they were too standard, and the warriors of the Huangshi tribe easily avoided the past.

According to Feng Rushan's style of play, as long as the people of the Huangshi tribe wait patiently for a while, when they run out of feather arrows and rush up the hill, they will naturally have no effort.

"Hehe, Brother Zhewen, it's only 30 miles from Shiniuzhai here, and the Huangshi people are eager to fight quickly, and I guess, they won't know how many long arrows we have brought, so you don't have to worry too much about the problem of arrows. ”

Feng Rushan has enough feather arrows in the storage ring, so naturally he doesn't have to think about whether the arrows are enough or not, of course, he wants to give Zhewen an explanation.

"Brother Mu is clever! Zhewen has been taught. ”

"Fiction is real, reality is fiction, this is the art of war, not archery. ”

Zhewen's heart sank, and he pulled out a feather arrow, which was also shot with an arrow.

Jing Feng Rushan woke up with a word, Zhewen suddenly realized, and actually understood the truth of integrating the art of war into the archery, and since then the archery has greatly improved, he was originally a master of archery, and later became a famous archer of the black wolf clan, Weizhen Qinke grassland, throughout his life, he was grateful for Mu Yan's guidance.

The warriors of the Huangshi tribe not only couldn't guess how many long arrows Feng Rushan brought, in fact, Zhewen suspected that they couldn't guess that Feng Rushan and Murong Xuefei were just soy sauce fighters and enthusiastic about the masses.

"It's just a small means, it's nothing, it can be delayed a little longer. Uncle be careful, they're coming. ”

However, with a 10-to-1 power ratio, Feng Rushan didn't think that the Huangshi people would give up lightly.

Sure enough, I saw two people wearing yellow armor whispering a few words, and in the shouting, the warriors under the mountain dismounted one after another, and seven of them threw down their bows and arrows, holding iron shields in front of them, and the rest of the people hid behind the iron shields and slowly forced over. Zhewen and Feng are like mountain feather arrows shot, but the distance is still far away, are blocked by iron shields, but can not stop the opponent from advancing, although their speed is slow, but the hill is not high, soon the Huangshi people came to the halfway up the mountain, everyone looked for a place to stand, stretched their bows and arrows, shot to the mountain, for a time the arrows were like rain, Zhewen bent the bow to fight back, and his face couldn't help but darken.