'Whoosh! 'An arrow shot out quickly, and the iron arrowhead easily penetrated into the flesh.
The one who was hit by the arrow was an old Uighur man wearing a four-brimmed leather hat, but the arrow did not kill him.
Instead, under the severe pain, the old Uighur man suddenly burst out with an extremely strong desire to survive. With blood all over his back, he started running towards Zhang Zhao, crying.
"Abba! Abba! Wuwuwuwu!" Behind the old man, the little Uighur girl in floral clothes had tears all over her face. She screamed and ran forward after the old man.
"You heathens, run over to me. Those who stay behind will die!" A bearded man wearing a black turban and holding a Dashi-style long bow roared angrily.
After he took action, a hail of arrows ruthlessly hit the group of men and women who were being escorted out of the city.
Seven or eight figures fell to the ground. Not all of them were as lucky as the old Uighur man and could still withstand an arrow with their bodies.
These people were all those who tried to leave the city in the last days of the war. Ittihad beat them all as traitors, and no one cared about their lives or lives.
The sound of shaking cries and howls was heard, and the soldiers of Shandu also raised their divine arm bows and long-tip bows.
There is a temporarily dug trench between them and the Karakhan warriors. If these people are allowed to get close, the function of the trench will be useless.
Everyone looked at Zhang Zhao, but Zhang Zhao looked opposite.
Among the people who came crying and howling, there were old men with white beards and hair and hunched backs, 11-12-year-old teenagers with frightened faces, 4-5-year-old children stumbling all over the ground being dragged by adults, and some holding hands. Baby's mother.
Some of them look like Uighurs, some look like Scythians, and some have Chinese faces. Their common expressions are fear and howling.
"Erlangjun!" Ma Yaozi shouted to Zhang Zhao with red eyes. If you want to shoot, you have to shoot now. If you don't shoot, these people will get closer. Behind them are all warriors holding wooden boards. They are obviously here to fight. On the trench.
I am human! I'm not a beast!
Zhang Zhao muttered softly, then suddenly turned around and looked at the warriors of Shanshandu behind him. For the first time, he felt an extreme dislike for those divine warriors!
"Boys! The beasts on the other side think that they can defeat us just by filling up the trench! They are delusional. One of Zhang Erlang's soldiers can beat a hundred of them! Because we are human beings! We are upright good men, no? What a despicable beast!"
Zhang Zhao took out the hard bow on his shoulder and aimed at the bearded warrior who was the first to shoot the arrow. An inexplicable feeling pulled Zhang Zhao, allowing him to keenly find this person in the chaotic crowd. brute.
"Watch me shoot this prisoner!"
Zhang Zhao roared and released his right hand lightly.
'Boom! The bowstring rebounded quickly, sending a huge thrust to the arrow shaft. The arrow shaft seemed to come alive all of a sudden. It trembled rapidly in the air with Zhang Zhao's infinite anger.
The bearded man with a cruel smile was waving the machete in his hand and walking towards a boy on the ground who was too frightened to move.
In his eyes, this was not a person, not even a life, just like an eyesore growing at his feet.
The scimitar had just been raised, 'Pfft! 'The speeding arrow suddenly penetrated into the bearded chest, blood spurted out immediately, and the trembling arrow shaft and tail feathers were even swinging rapidly.
The bearded man couldn't bear the gravity and took several steps back. He looked at the half arrow shaft on his chest in disbelief.
how come? He was wearing iron armor. This was found from a pagan's home. This is the best armor! How could it be pierced by an arrow from such a distance!
With a face full of reluctance and disbelief, the bearded man slowly knelt down.
The boy, who was so frightened that he couldn't move due to the excitement of his hot blood, seemed to have suddenly regained control of his body. The boy happily glanced at the bearded man whose life was passing quickly, and crawled away without saying a word. Get up and run!
"Erlangjun is a great shot! Erlangjun is mighty!" The cheers of the mountain roared and the tsunami came. This was at least two hundred steps! Not only can he hit a target, but he can also kill with one arrow. This is what Yang Youji is like!
"Those who enter the ditch will survive!" Zhang Zhao raised the strong bow in his hand again, and then shouted loudly. Qiongre Duojin, who was beside him, immediately knew Zhang Zhao's choice, and he also shouted loudly.
For a time, the screams of those who entered the trench resounded throughout the entire battlefield!
Amidst the cheers, Zhang Zhao looked back and saw that all the soldiers in Shanshandu had relaxed expressions on their faces.
these past few months. Zhang Zhao stayed with them whenever he had time, teaching them how to read, helping them understand the truth, and telling them about Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, and the deeds of Duke Li Wei and Duke Hu Zhuang of Qin.
Something called pride has grown in the hearts of these soldiers in Shandu, so Zhang Zhao would rather be a virgin than let these soldiers be stained with the blood of innocent women and children!
In fact, not only the soldiers in Hanshandu, but also the surrounding Khotan palace guards and the 'burdens' behind him all looked at Zhang Zhao with admiration. Of course, there were some people who felt that he was a bit too benevolent.
"Young men! This arrow should be shot at that beast holding the door panel!" Zhang Zhao drew his bow again and shouted!
'Poof! A Karakhan warrior holding a wooden board fell to the ground. Even the thick wooden board could not save his life. Zhang Zhao killed another person!
"Wind!" I don't know who took the lead, thousands of people shouted together.
"Shoot the one with the spear again!"
"Boom!" There was another arrow, and a divine warrior holding a spear who was shivering from the cold was hit in the neck.
The sharp arrow penetrated his throat. The guy suddenly covered his neck and knelt on the ground, shaking violently.
"wind!"
"One more arrow!" Zhang Zhao, who had divine help, trembled with excitement and shouted loudly. The feeling of knowing that he could always hit the target was so satisfying.
Sure enough, a small God Warrior boss he was aiming at was hit by an arrow in his helmet, as if an arrow suddenly grew on his head out of thin air.
The little boss howled miserably and ran back, but after running a few steps, he staggered, and then fell directly to the ground.
Four arrows and four kills were almost all completed within a distance of 150 to 200 steps. Not only was the morale of his side greatly boosted, but the arrogance of the divine warrior on the opposite side seemed to be suddenly knocked down ten times. In the eight hells.
"Plant the flag! Tell these beasts where the yaeys come from!"
Zhang Zhao shouted loudly, and on the hillside, old Zhang Zhong howled and planted a Sanchen flag at the highest point. When Zhang Yichao regained Hexi, this flag was used!
"Wind! Wind! Strong wind!"
As Shandu Erlang roared, many "burdens" looked at the flag behind the hillside.
"It's the Tang Dynasty! This is the Tang Dynasty!" A wrinkled old monk shouted loudly.
"Draw the bow!" Zhang Zhao shouted and raised the hard bow in his hand again. Beside him, Fanquan and Qiongre Duojin also raised the long bow in their hands!
"Draw the bow!" Countless people shouted, and at the same time raised the long-tip bow and divine arm bow in their hands!
The sound of collective bowstring pulling sounded, as if the air was tightened!
The warriors holding wooden planks kicked and slashed, driving waves of civilians into the trenches.
Using the cover of civilians, they quickly put wooden planks on the trenches. The trenches that Zhang Zhao had people dig for a day and a night quickly lost their effectiveness.
However, no one took this seriously. A soldier from Kanshandu wearing two layers of armor looked disdainfully at the figure opposite who was placing wooden boards in an insignificant manner.
"You're a beast inferior to a pig or a dog! I'll step on this board in a moment and send you to Abi Hell!"
