Chang Siguo quickly threw away his horned bow, grabbed the five-foot heavy sword next to him, and pulled out the sword with a clang. The cold light was dazzling, stimulating the energy and blood in his body to boil, and his whole body was filled with explosive power.
This body is very violent and bloodthirsty!
"kill!"
He yelled, and Chang thought that he hadn't even noticed that his eyes were covered with a faint blood color at this time.
Holding the knife in both hands, with the tip of the knife pointed downwards, he faced an enemy horse charging towards him and killed him.
Whether it was his tall and strong body or his archery skills, the two remaining knights paid great attention to him. Together with the two knights who fell off their horses behind him, they also galloped towards Chang Siguo.
The knight on horseback had a big black and red face full of murderous intent. He turned around and swung his sword, staggering the horse's head and slashing at the side and front from a high position.
A very simple chop, the man borrows horse power, and the power of the sword is doubled!
Chang Siguo realized while running that it was very stupid to confront the knight on horseback head-on. But at this time, he couldn't control the fighting spirit burning in his body, so he simply ignored it.
Dry!
The fighter planes on the battlefield were changing rapidly, and he did not dare to care.
"Aha..."
A stream of hot air flowed throughout the body, turning into a huge roar and spurting out from the mouth. Chang Siguo rushed forward with his feet, turned his arms vigorously, and slashed hard with the heavy knife.
"Clang", sparks flew, and the knight on the horse screamed. The sword collided with it and was thrown away. A head and half of the shoulder flew up, and the remaining body fell backwards in the air.
The war horses passed by, and Chang Siguo maintained his chopping posture with a knife in both hands. Two ravines about five inches deep were dug under his feet. His arms were sore and numb, and his whole body was dripping with sweat. For a moment, he lost his strength and froze.
It can withstand the impact of the power of war horses and knights. The brute strength of this body is far beyond Chang Siguo's imagination.
No wonder, he couldn't control his body's instinctive fighting spirit. Perhaps in the past, these idiots were just so desperate!
After passing this level, he had to slowly dig in and control the use of this body.
He is not the idiot he used to be. Even if he fights for his life, he must do it according to his intention.
It's such a pity to have such good physical condition and only know how to act recklessly.
The horses were galloping, and some wounded soldiers were unable to dodge. They were knocked over and trampled by the running air cavalry, causing their bones and tendons to be broken. They screamed repeatedly. Another enemy on horseback bent over and swung his sword, slashing two wounded soldiers in succession, which was extremely ferocious.
The black-faced old pawn dodged with his feet and nimbly avoided the collision and trampling of the empty horse. He used the waist knife in his hand as a flying knife, turned around and swung it sideways, slashing at the enemy horsemen who were passing by more than ten steps away.
The knight caught sight of the cold light from the corner of his eyes and turned sideways to block it with his sword.
"Bang", he knocked down the waist knife.
The war horse rushed out more than ten steps, then forcibly turned the reins, and kicked the horse's belly repeatedly to drive the horse to turn.
He wanted to take the opportunity to kill the empty-handed black-faced old pawn. He also saw the big black man standing there posing in a fierce confrontation with the warrior. He knew why. The knight grinned a cruel smile. He had to take advantage of his opponent. Kill as quickly as possible when out of strength.
That barbarian is too cruel and powerful and cannot be allowed to recover!
The black-faced old soldier was used to fighting in the battlefield. When he saw the enemy cavalry knocking down his sword, he wanted to rein in his horse and turn to deal with him. The horse could not pick up the speed for a while. He had already looked at the direction, turned sideways and rolled a few times. His hands were already He picked up a discarded intact horn bow, randomly picked up a long arrow, half-crouched and half-kneeled at his feet, took the bow and shot.
"Boom", there was a sharp sound of a bowstring, and more than twenty steps away, a knight on horseback waved his sword desperately to block.
For a while, the knight didn't notice the impact of the sword hitting the arrow. He paused in confusion with his hand.
The knight suddenly realized that the old pawn had been tricked. He realized that the sword in his hand was dancing wildly again, and then he slowed down a beat, "whoosh", and shot an arrow quickly, grazing the blade and hitting the knight in the face.
The knight leaned back and screamed, falling down from his horse. Dark red dripped from his forehead, and in the blink of an eye, there was no sound.
The black-faced old pawn played an empty string, and used a trick to kill the knight on the opposite side with a single arrow. He wasted no more than a few breaths. He turned sharply and saw thirty steps ahead to the right. Shi Chang was intercepting the two cavalrymen who had fallen off their horses and were fighting endlessly. .
He quickly nocked an arrow and shot it quickly, forcing back one of the enemies who had been besieging him for a long time.
The black-faced old soldier grabbed two arrows and ran sideways with his waist bent. He had to find a fighter plane to kill the enemy with one arrow.
The arrow he just shot was just to clear the siege. He was afraid of hurting Shi Chang, who was dodging and jumping around. The arrow was a little far away from the enemy. Given his age, he was very reluctant to fight the enemy head-on with a knife unless he had no choice but to fight.
Using experience to kill the enemy and using brains to deceive the enemy are what the black-faced soldier is good at.
Sure enough, the two enemies were worried, so they sent one of them to attack with a sword, greatly reducing Mu Shuangquan's pressure.
The black-faced old soldier squatted and knelt on the spot, unhooked an arrow and drew half the string, pointing the arrow at the incoming bearded enemy, forcing the enemy to wield his sword, and from time to time he had to make tactical moves of jumping and dodging to slow down the opponent.
The arrow is on the string, but it is not fired.
The black-faced old soldier was looking for the best opportunity to shoot an arrow. As long as the bearded man relaxed a little, one arrow could kill him.
A distance of twenty or thirty steps was enough for him to deceive three or four times based on his experience in dealing with the fallen knight.
The situation of certain death was reversed, and the black-faced soldier breathed a sigh of relief.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over at Chang Siguo, who was motionless, and the dark-faced old soldier felt helpless.
That stupid boy only knows how to act recklessly and doesn't know how to save some energy to kill the enemy. It seems that in the future, he will have to strengthen the teaching of tactics and tricks. When he thinks about the stupid boy who doesn't know how to adapt and has a brain full of muscles, he feels a headache.
He had already taught him countless times what he needed to teach, and the stupid boy couldn't remember it as soon as he went to the battlefield.
Chang Si Guo got a chance to breathe, and his body's aches and pains disappeared.
He took a deep breath of the blood-filled breath, and the bones all over his body crackled and exploded. The explosive power spread through his body again, and his fighting spirit was rekindled. He was about to go forward to help the black-faced soldier intercept and kill the enemy, when he suddenly heard two bow strings. ring.
One of the clear sounds came from the dark-faced old soldier not far away, and the other was vague, obviously not too close.
The two bow string sounds were emitted at such a short interval that it was almost impossible to tell the order.
The arrow in the black-faced old soldier's hand flew away, and he stumbled forward with a long, trembling arrow stuck in his back.
Chang Siguo suddenly turned around, and he saw diagonally behind him, fifty steps away, a short-bearded enemy rider with an arrow in his shoulder. He was looking sarcastically in a sarcastic tone. He was half-crouching and looking this way. He was an enemy rider who had been injured and fell off his horse during the previous exchange of fire. At the critical moment, he gave the black-faced soldier a deadly sneak attack from behind.
Chang Siguo's whole person was suddenly filled with an inexplicable sadness.
His nasal cavity was sour, his heart felt like a knife, and images flashed through his mind rapidly.
There are scenes of black-faced old soldiers teaching Heiwa archery, pointing out knife skills, supervising the practice, serving meat to Heiwa, and binding Heiwa's wounds on the battlefield, etc.
There was even a vague memory of the dark-faced old soldier resisting the freezing young Heiwa back to the camp in the ice and snow, all of which flashed by.
"Ahhhh..."
Roaring to the sky, Hei Wa's remaining sad consciousness completely exploded at this moment.
