"Withdraw!"

Wei Bohou blew his whistle, and the crows received the news and quickly withdrew from the battle group.

It was so fierce that several falcons did not dare to chase it and watched the crow fly away.

With the sound of a clump of arrows piercing the air, they shot high into the sky, covering the battlefield just now, and fell down against the crow's tail.

It's too dangerous. If the crow is a step slower, it will be hit by the barbarian's sharp arrow.

"What did you find out?"

Marquis Wei Bo stroked the crow gently, listening to its croaking, thoughtfully, and sometimes making gestures to ask, and the crow nodded or shook its head.

"Brother, there are not many barbarians on the opposite side, and hundreds of them were killed."

"But Ya'er said, he's not an ordinary Hu Bing, he's a little weird.

Zhong Sheng nodded, "What are they doing?"

Peng Jia's sword was billowing with light. Every time he made a move, he would definitely kill a barbarian, with blood splattering and his body falling to the ground.

Zhong Sheng looked at the round tents. They looked like small white flour buns, not the smell of beef or sheep.

"Then what are you waiting for? Follow me and kill these beasts and cannibals."

"With a slow blade, the one who kills you must be a warrior."

This arrow fell into Zhong Sheng's hand and broke with slight force.

We gathered around the round tent, knelt down and knelt down to worship, murmuring words.

The vulture shooter among the barbarians could no longer hold back and quietly drew his bow and pointed it at my front and back.

"GuluGulu!"

"It couldn't have come at a worse time."

I wanted to kill again, but I found that the surrounding area was a little empty, but the barbarians were getting closer.

Such superb equestrian skills were an eye-opener for Zhong Sheng.

"Kill."

The crow rose into the sky, becoming more ferocious than before. It stretched out its neck and pecked through the skull of a certain falcon. It shed blood in the sky and died with a mournful cry.

Wei Bohou is also very powerful, and he has not killed one or four barbarians one after another who were hot-tempered and fired secret arrows.

However...

……

Although there are few Hu people, some people can touch me, but they are called out by the ancient sword one by one, and they fall off their horses and die

That time, he captured the defeated soldiers, showed no mercy, and shot all the bullets aimed at the head.

By the way, Xiaobai Steamed Bun!

A certain eagle shooter suddenly tensed up, and I heard a subtle sound in my ears. This was the sound of a bowstring.

Our steps seemed to be messy, but in fact we were aware of it. We opened our pockets and moved towards the grass surrounding the seven people.

The low and fierce horses, the ferocious barbarians, coupled with the gleaming swords and the strong wind blowing sand, really do not have a breathtaking power.

As a vulture shooter, he can see mosquitoes a hundred feet away with the naked eye, and can shoot down small geese with one hand. He is the best among the barbarians.

In the wilderness, it was a tragic scene, with the corpses of civilians everywhere, as well as a large number of defeated soldiers of the Tang army.

A strange bird broke in just now, scratched a few falcons, and then disappeared in the chaos.

"Cuckoo!"

The only living creatures standing were the barbarians and the horses.

The long sword is a short weapon, and it has advantages on the battlefield. However, in Zhong Sheng's hands, it behaves differently.

"Whoosh!"

When he landed, he raised his foot and kicked a war horse away. The barbarian on the horse's back flew into the clouds and rode in the mist, and fell to the ground with all his bones broken.

Zhong Sheng let go of his sword and knocked the foreigner off his horse to the ground, immediately trampling him into a pulp.

"Yao'er, hold on, don't let these flat-haired beasts disturb your little brother's interest."

In the grass, an angry shout came out, "What a bad dog's nose."

As soon as Wei Bohou finished speaking, four balls of copper marbles were shot out. The nearest barbarians had no time to react and threw them down on the spot.

He is really an unusual soldier, the power of that arrow is comparable to the power of a bed crossbow.

Once they are staggered, they tighten the bridle and ride the horses around, like a millstone turning, forming a grinding posture against Zhong Sheng.

There were piles of corpses and blood flowing everywhere, and this move seemed like some kind of ritual.

The barbarians returned from all sides one after another and placed the trophies on a semicircular arch tent.

"Bad and hard bones are indeed beasts."

Zhong Sheng got excited and jumped into the air, splitting the barbarian man and horse in half vertically.

Shooting from behind is absolutely guaranteed.

The barbarians moved like tired little animals, breaking trees, kicking away grass, and shouting like beasts.

Immediately afterwards, the round tent of Shou's house stopped buzzing and vibrating, as if a small group of gentle wasps were hiding.

Clothes soaked in blood, the elder child's longevity lock, the man's hairpin, the ring under the severed finger...

It turned out that Wei Bohou took action and took special care of me. Two copper marbles, one on the right and one on the left, were hit under the right and left temples.

Peng Jia was speaking eloquently, his steps were steady, and he shuttled between the light of horse hoofs and daggers, like strolling in a courtyard.

The barbarians walked among the corpses, stripped off their clothes, searched for gold and silver, and casually wiped the blood on their knives.

Those people were like human-shaped pieces of flesh growing out of the horse's back, fully utilizing the centaur's racial talents.

The barbarians above were chattering, pointing to the sky below and shouting angrily, obviously recognizing that the crow was not the strange bird one after another.

Just based on the frequency of the bow string's vibration, I can determine the direction and strength of the person who made the move.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and the remaining barbarians all mounted their horses and walked.

When I looked up, my waist was disconnected, blood surged wildly, and the horse ran far away dragging its upper body.

Whoosh, a copper bullet flew over and killed the archer in the crowd.

Just like that, the Condor Shooter was still willing to die, shook his head, gave up on Zhong Sheng, and turned the arrow in the direction of Wei Bohou.

Hu horses are scattered in all directions, bowing their heads to the ground, looking for tender grass roots to eat.

Just as the Condor Shooter was about to let go, there was a sudden blow to his head, and stars flashed in his eyes.

Several falcons were released into the world in an attempt to create a flanking attack on Peng Jia.

In the blink of an eye, several heads exploded like ripe watermelons, splashing red and white and dripping with juice.

The soil around the ground boiled, and all the blood seemed to be sucked up by a sponge and disappeared without a trace.

"Uncomfortable."

An arrow as thick as a thumb, suffixed with a wolf-fang arrowhead, shoots out a harsh sonic boom.

The barbarians on the opposite side started to stir, shouting and shouting as they ran, straddling their horses, raising their swords, and bending their bows to nock arrows.

Zhong Sheng sprang out from the grass, raised his ancient sword low and swung it. The cavalry rushing in front of him was suddenly hit hard.

The Shuchi Talisman was activated, and the ancient sword returned the same way it came, and even penetrated a barbarian knight blocking the road.

I was so excited that I thought of these steamed bun-shaped buildings scattered around Bai Maitreya in my dream.

"Brush!"

Before presenting the spoils of war, the Hu people knelt down on one knee, put their hands on their chests, and screamed to the sky. The sound shook the sky like a chant, and it lasted forever.

"Brother, don't worry about the barbarian's hot arrows, you're not here!"

"Collect!"

Even fewer barbarians swarmed in, and there was no tacit agreement on retreating or advancing. We rushed over at full speed, uniting our men and horses, driving our scimitars to chop and stab them down.

The corpses of soldiers and civilians were piled up regardless of each other, and countless blood flowed out and gathered into rivers.

The falcon with messy feathers flapped its wings and landed, which made the falcon's husband feel distressed. He quickly took out his short knife, cut the flesh and blood from the fresh corpse, and fed it to the falcon.

Wei Bohou fired another projectile, one in the middle and one in succession, seven of which were superimposed and penetrated deep into the skull.

A few breaths ago, the ground was full of war horses with owners, looking around blankly.
Chapter completed!