"Raise your shield!" Zhang Zhao shouted, and Barbarian Xiong and Dunzhu immediately raised their large shields.
This round shield was very large, enough to cover the two of them. After Man Xiong and Dunzhu raised it together, they also covered Zhang Zhao and Wang Tongtong behind them.
This is why Zhang Zhao brought these two idiots together. In this era, anyone who wears thirty or forty pounds of heavy armor, can fight on and off for several hours, and can still run is a born killer!
The unlucky Karakhanites across from them didn't know that there were six people on Zhang Zhao's side who were at the level of god-killers.
In addition to Dunzhu, Manxiong and Wang Tongtong here, there are also Yan Jin and Ma Yaozi who can be counted. You can tell just by looking at the amount of food. Manxiong's meal is larger than that of Zhang Zhao, who later studied in college. At that time, nearly twenty female students in the class all ate too much.
There was a thumping sound, which was caused by the arrow hitting the big shield. The wild bear turned back and smiled at Zhang Zhao.
In his eyes, Mr. Zhang Erlang is definitely the best official in the world, unlike the officials in the Shouchang Army who always disliked him for eating too much and loving to talk back.
Not only did Mr. Zhang Erlang let him eat with open belly, but he also talked back to him. Except when he got angry and rushed to fight with him, he never used his official hat to suppress him, so he was willing to work for Mr. Zhang Erlang!
Twenty steps!
Fifteen steps!
Ten steps!
Five steps!
"Erlangjun! It's five steps!" Wang Tongtong didn't take his pair of cooked copper maces today, because the archers on the opposite side almost only had leather armor, so there was no need to use cooked copper maces. Two short and sharp swords were enough. !
"Let's go!" After the last round of arrow rain, Dunzhu and Barbarian Xiong suddenly tilted their shields. Zhang Zhao immediately used his right foot and kicked his left foot directly onto the shield.
The two strong fools pushed the shield forward suddenly, like a spring, sending Zhang Zhao away.
As if a god descended from heaven, Zhang Zhao, who was wearing golden armor, rose into the air. In mid-air, Zhang Zhao raised his sword high and smashed it directly into the middle of the dense formation of heavy archers.
A group of heavy archers hurriedly replaced the heavy arrows in their hands with armor-piercing arrows, 'Dang! when! There were a few soft sounds, and Zhang Zhao felt pain. The armor was not broken, but the distance was too close. The tip of the arrow should have hit the silk lining inside.
"Auntie!" Before a heavy archer who had just shot Zhang Zhao could get excited, Zhang Zhao landed directly on top of him. As soon as he turned around and wanted to run away, Zhang Zhao's right foot landed and kicked him directly. Fly.
Zhang Zhao, who landed on the ground, quickly rolled on the spot to relieve the gravity of the fall. Then he rounded the horizontal sword in his hand and began to chop. There was no hesitation or any defense. Anyway, the scimitar in their hand had almost no armor-piercing ability. , and you are so defensive!
A cloud of blood suddenly surged out from the wound, accompanied by miserable screams. Several Karakhan heavy archers who rushed over to hold Zhang Zhao down suddenly started to cry. The leather armor and curved armor in their hands The knife was like it was made of paper, and was chopped into a pile of rags in an instant.
"Ah! Kill him!" The heavy archer team leader's face turned pale with fright. This man in golden armor was wearing dozens of kilograms of armor and could lift a person as high as he was. What kind of fierce man must he be?
The heavy archers who were originally scared to retreat heard the captain's roar and hurriedly gathered around them. They held scimitars but had timidity in their eyes.
According to the most appropriate way of playing, they should rush forward quickly and squeeze Zhang Zhao, or simply knock Zhang Zhao down.
However, they were all frightened by Zhang Zhao's divine leap just now, and no one wanted to go up first and touch the golden-armored killing god's sword.
This kind of psychological activity only lasted a little bit, but it also brought a little bit of hesitation. With such a little bit of hesitation, they had already lost their best opportunity.
Zhang Zhao finished his horse stance and struck suddenly with the horizontal sword in his hand. The Wuji sword technique, which he had practiced countless times but never had the opportunity to practice, finally found an opportunity to show off his skills to the fullest.
Cold light flashed, and blood was splashed on the ground as if it were money. A dozen or twenty heavy archers surrounded Zhang Zhao, roaring and screaming, but no one dared to take a step forward.
Zhang Zhao did not go to fight with them, but he would chop at anyone who dared to come forward. Even if his legs took a step forward, Zhang Zhao would chop him down mercilessly!
Two more people fell to the ground, and the circle around Zhang Zhao grew larger and larger. Everyone could see Zhang Zhao's attack target and tactics.
But then they didn't all come together in a well-intentioned way, leaving Zhang Zhao wondering who to kill. Instead, they were timid and didn't dare to step forward, even a little bit. Some even stepped back deliberately. A little bit.
Shall I hit you? The captain immediately became angry. He had a sword that was almost three feet long and was wearing heavy armor. You were holding a short scimitar and only had leather armor, and you left the distance to the enemy. Is this killing someone? Or sent up to be killed?
"Surround them! Surround them! What are you afraid of if dozens of people beat one person? For the sake of Allah!"
"Who said you were beating one person with dozens of people?" Before the leader's roar had stopped, a sinister voice rang out.
When the captain looked back, his heart suddenly went cold. It turned out that the twenty or so heavy archers he had arranged to deal with the other three people had been completely killed.
A god of death wearing heavy armor and looking like a giant bear held up a huge giant axe. His movements were not very fast, but every time he swung it, he would definitely kill someone, and it was also the kind that could cut the body into pieces. , which makes people shudder when they look at it.
There was also an equally majestic strong man holding two fine steel short spears in his hands, and he stabbed and beat them, killing the remaining heavy archers in a short time.
The person who asked him sadly was a short, strong man wearing an eight-petal helmet and a scar on the left side of his face from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth. At first glance, he was not a kind person.
Can he be a kind person? These three people are so brave. This guy who came with them must be a deadly one!
In the midst of the lightning and flint, the team that was full of dead souls was raising their hands like a knife to cut through them, to strike first!
But as soon as he moved his hand, the cold and strong man opposite him moved!
The two barrier knives in Wang Tongtong's hands flew up and down, stabbing! pick! prick! Cut!
Lieutenant Zheng's chest suddenly turned red and his throat was cut. He didn't even scream, but he fell down with his throat filled with bubbles of blood.
Then Wang Tongtong slammed into the crowd surrounding Zhang Zhao!
The neat circle, with no one daring to take an extra step, suddenly shattered, and countless people shouted in fear.
Instead of shouting to kill Zhang Zhao, he was afraid to remember that if anyone moved forward, he would definitely be killed.
The situation on the battlefield was completely chaotic. Countless heavy archers ran towards the suspension bridge of the moat crying. The few who still wanted to resist were killed by Zhang Zhao in a few strokes. This was no different from a massacre. There were people everywhere. It was a figure with its back turned to them.
Four people beat fifty people, and within a quarter of an hour, the fifty people completely collapsed!
The cries of the heavy archers in the rear formation immediately reached the cavalrymen who were still chewing on the spiny turtle shells of the Shandu soldiers.
They were in quite a miserable condition. I don't know if there were five casualties on the other side, but they themselves had lost at least nearly fifty people, so most of them were just acting, with arrows flying like rain, but they just didn't move forward. The horse bow is almost the same as not being shot.
"Shilang Zhang is so brave! How can the Khotan son lag behind others?" A handsome Khotan officer riding on a white horse shouted loudly.
It's just that the corners of his originally fair eyes looked a little pockmarked, as if they had been burned by something, which made his appearance drop several points.
"Let these people who carry the Buddha have a taste of the wrath of the Buddha!" The handsome officer waved his hand, and more than 30 Khotan palace guards who had been waiting for a long time rode out at the same time.
They were in full armor, armed with long spears, and rushed towards the Karakhan light cavalry who were still circling around the Hanshandu warriors.
On top of Shule City, Ittihad's face was as dark as water.
"Abdu! Hurry and bring 300 archers to bring General Adumu back! Seal the four gates and no one can ask for orders to leave the city to fight in the field without my order! Send a signal to General Kumla outside and tell him that in The Khotan army is outside the city."
What did the pagan king of Khotan think? Why did he really come directly to besiege the city?
Ittihad felt in his heart that if there were strong men who could defeat fifty people with five men, they must be the most elite vanguards in Khotan.
