More than 200 people under the mountain watched his devastating offensive, and their hearts were all shocked, this old man was a first-class master of the rivers and lakes like their khan, his eyes were above the top on weekdays, and he died so easily today, giving them a sense of unreality. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That Song Jingang is a real hero, seeing this situation, not only was he not afraid, but his eyes lit up, and said: "My friend is so skilled, I really shouldn't be nameless, why not join our army, Khan is when he is thirsty for talent, that is, incompetent people like me can promise to be a prince and share my family wealth, if you come, I will let the king be the king, and I am willing to be a lackey of my friend's door!"

His words are half-literate and half-white, and he is obviously not a very cultured person, but his words are really affectionate. Although his figure is strong and burly, he has a slender and delicate face, which seems to be a little smaller in proportion to his broad shoulders, but it is enough to emphasize his extraordinary physique.

The long face has a pair of intelligent and clever eyes, but a little melancholy, and an amorous mouth.

Qin Mu laughed loudly: "A shameless person dares to be the king?"

Song Jingang was not angry at all, his expression was calm and calm, but his eyes showed a real sadness, only to see him raise the bow and arrow in his hand, the bow was made of wood, and the handle and both ends were lined with animal bones. The bow arm is about one meter long, and the arrow is a triangular iron three-leaf arrow with small holes pierced through the blades, and a drilled bone ball under the arrow arrow, which makes a sound when shot in the wind.

This is a kind of bow and arrow style of the northern peoples, called Ming Di, according to legend, created by Han Maodun, the nomads lack formal military training, although they are brave but the shots are messy, greatly affecting their attack power, after Mao Dun created the Ming Di, he ordered his subordinates to Ming Di to point, which is the place where ten thousand arrows are fired.

He shot his beloved horse first, then his wife, and finally, in a hunt, he shot his father to death and ascended to the throne of Shan Yu.

The Turks of later generations also learned this trick, and as soon as Song Jingang raised the bow in his hand, the soldiers behind him raised the longbow in their hands and pointed at Qin Mu.

Qin Mu felt the piercing killing intent, there was no place on Zhou's body where the cold hair stood upright, and his mind was also extremely nervous, at this moment, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the sky and the earth immediately darkened, at this time, if the hour was not up or down at noon, but the sky was already dark.

This thunder was too sudden, even a person like Song Jingang with an iron mind couldn't help but tremble in his hands, but Qin Mu took this opportunity to spread his sleeves and rush straight to the bottom of the mountain like a big bird.

Song Jingang knew that it was not good, and immediately picked up the longbow in his hand, but Qin Mu suddenly left and right, his toes were on the ground a little, and he changed directions, Song Jingang knew that the best opportunity had been lost, and he shouted: "Shoot!" The people behind him shot out the arrows in their hands, but they couldn't catch Qin Mu's figure, and two hundred long arrows covered the three feet of Qin Mu's vacant area.

Seeing this, Qin Mu let out a long laugh, the long sleeves on his body suddenly bulged, and his sleeves became like two big walls, fanning in front of him, where he was standing, it happened to be the most sparse place for this arrow, and with a wave of his sleeve robe, he rolled down the five long arrows in front of him, where would Qin Mu give this Song King Kong a second chance to shoot a salvo, a little on tiptoe, and rushed straight towards the cavalry in front of him.

The two hundred people had just shot a long arrow, and before they had time to put on a long knife, they saw Qin Mu like a fierce tiger, flying and jumping, Song Jingang's eyes were cracked, and he roared loudly: "Disperse!"

Where is Qin Mu such an easy person to dodge, his playing style is completely derived from the national arts, and the best thing is to fight closely, paying attention to the urgency and ruthlessness of hitting people like fire.

When he entered the cavalry, he did not snatch the horse, but shuttled under the horse's belly, often grabbing an enemy by the ankle, and with a pull, the man fell from his horse, and was killed by him.

How could these 200 horsemen think that when this man came down the mountain, he was like a fierce tiger, but when he struck, he was like a poisonous snake, unable to prevent it, only to see him coming and going under the horse, and those cavalrymen knew that they must not get together, and he fished in troubled waters, and they rode their horses and scattered.

Song Jingang only had time to check the losses at this time, he raised his eyes and saw that more than 20 people had fallen in the field, all of whom were close people he brought up like brothers, there was no regret in his eyes, only bitter hatred remained, only to see him raise his spear and point at Qin Mu, the cavalry around him changed their long weapons one after another, pointed at Qin Mu, and with a whip, they came to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu was standing on the ground, looking around left and right, his expression did not change, only to hear him open his mouth and roar suddenly!

At this moment, there was another thunder in the sky, the roar of the people on the earth, the thunder in the sky, it turned out to be exactly the same sound, and it rose at the same time, which was also terrifying, and I saw that the cavalry was in front of several people, and the spear in his hand had been frightened down, and the eyes that looked at Qin Mu also had a look of fear.

The rain finally fell.

Under this downpour, the sky and the earth are already dark without seeing the five fingers, the visibility is only three meters, only the sound of the rain, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of miserable screams, and the sound of urgent shouts are in the ears, which makes Song Jingang's heart uneasy, he grabbed a spear, and rode towards the place where the sound came from, and saw that the body of dozens of cavalrymen had fallen on that place, and he was even more angry in his heart, and roared in his mouth: "The thief is dead!" He stabbed at the figure that was wandering in the crowd.

But seeing that Qin Mu was facing away from him, seeing him stabbing him, as if he had eyes in the back, he grabbed the spear he stabbed out with his backhand, and with a while, Song Jingang felt a huge force attacking and took him off the horse.

Song Jingang knew that it was not good, he let go of the gun in his hand, and wanted to turn over on the ground to fight again, but he saw Qin Mu's palm pressed, and the gun was actually thunderous, and it hit him straight to his chest, Song Jingang couldn't react, and after seeing Qin Mu's technique clearly, his chest was already sunken.

Seeing this, the surrounding cavalry stopped one after another, not knowing what to do, so they heard Qin Mu say: "What's the matter? Your Khan, where is you at this time?"

Song Jingang had a trace of disdain in his eyes at this time, and replied intermittently: "A person like you who is self-sustaining and brave, where can he understand the desire of poor people like me to yearn for peace, the Khan succumbed to the Turks, but he didn't want to be bullied, he didn't want my brothers to die and the country was destroyed, if the country can't be unified, what strength does it have to talk about dignity and Hu Han?"

"People like you think they can change the world with the power of one person, and you know what a true hero is and what the general trend is!"

Qin Mu looked at his eyes full of disdain as if he knew him for the first time, and said: "I don't want you to have such insight, but it's a pity that I see that the branches and leaves don't understand the roots, the world thinks about the Han and the Han is heartfelt, and the bitter beard has been bitter for a long time, your khan, succumbing to the Turks, even if you can gain a temporary advantage, but who in the world is willing to be a foreign lackey to win the world?

"People like you, who only know how to win the world by others, don't know how to work hard, govern the country and the country, and know what is righteousness and what is my martial arts!"