"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" The clear bird call sounded, and Wang Tongtong was refreshed.
Erlangjun said that it is impossible for this kind of bird, which he calls cuckoo, to exist in the river, so as long as he hears this cry, he will know that his people are coming.
Abu Nasr, who was about to draw his bow and shoot to kill the soldiers on the ground, stopped. These bird calls made him feel a little confused, because he had never heard such bird sounds before.
But unfortunately, this was a noble boy who grew up in the big city of Bukhara. He didn't know that cuckoos didn't live in this jungle, so he didn't immediately judge whether it was a real bird or a fake. Birds chirp.
"Gui Guiyang! Gui Guiyang! Gui Guiyang!" Three Yang bird calls sounded, which meant there were three sharpshooters. If the thrush chirped, it meant there were fierce warriors.
wrong! This was someone coming, not a bird call. Abu Nasr suddenly realized that the two bird calls were obviously having a conversation.
He took a deep breath, put the jade ring in his hand again, and quickly aimed at the soldier on the ground.
"Dog slave! Here you come, Song Yeye!" Song Yizhong roared angrily, and then rushed out from the bushes, targeting the soldier Han Shandu who fell on the ground.
The reason why Song Zhongyi was allowed to go out directly was because he wore a piece of leather armor inside, then a chain mail armor, and another set of leather armor outside. With three layers of armor on him, ordinary bows and arrows could no longer hurt him. He did.
While running out, Song Yizhong also held a round Turkic shield in his hand, and his whole body was as round as a ball.
Originally, I wanted to wear the chain armor to the outermost part, but because the leather armor on the outside is a bit too big, I couldn't put it on otherwise.
Almost at the same time, the soldier who was on the ground looking at his dying breath suddenly turned over and leaned towards Song Yizhong.
'Boom! The sound of a bowstring vibrating sounded, but it was a little late. The soldier on the ground had already rolled to Song Yizhong's side. Song Yizhong didn't care about himself and immediately used a round shield to protect the soldier on the ground.
"In the direction of Mao Shi, behind the tree, there is a sharpshooter!" The huge impact made Song Yizhong's arm numb immediately. He shouted, and the arrow almost penetrated his buckler, but the position of the archer on the opposite side was also exposed.
The direction of Mao hour is also the direction of four o'clock. Zhang Zhao used the several o'clock direction commonly used in later games here, but replaced the numbers one to twelve with the twelve earthly branches.
Fanshun, who was extremely concentrated, pulled the trigger of the God's Arm Bow directly in the direction of Mao Shi. At this time, Abu Nasr, who had finished shooting an arrow, just ducked behind the tree.
It was this moment that saved his life. Fanshun shot an arrow and penetrated the tree trunk. With a bang, the arrow cut off a bunch of sawdust from the tree trunk, and Abu Nasr's face was covered with bang. .
Fanshun didn't hesitate after shooting the arrow. He lowered his head and ran forward. Sure enough, an arrow was shot from another direction, and the target was him.
He also dodged a fatal arrow, but the Persian marksman who shot at him was not so lucky. Almost in an instant, three divine arm bows shot in the direction just now.
The bushes facing Nian shook twice, and a figure jumped out. The Persian marksman fell to the ground with two arrows stuck in his body.
"Wang Tongtong, go ahead! Kill the hell!" Zhang Zhao howled and took advantage of this rare opportunity to rush out. Wang Tongtong also jumped up from behind the stone almost at the same time.
'Boom! Boom! More intensive sound of bowstrings sounded, but no one shot at Zhang Zhao and Wang Tongxin, because there was no time at all. The sharpshooters on both sides could only focus on shooting at each other first.
"Song Yizhong, cover me!" Fanshun shouted angrily, and the soldier who fell to the ground quickly rolled over again and hid himself behind a rock.
Song Yizhong quickly rushed to Fanshun's position with a round shield. Fanshun simply walked out of the bushes where he was hiding. The divine arm bow in his hand was also replaced by a long-tip bow, because this way the shooting speed was faster. .
Out of the keen sense of a top marksman, Wang Tongtong found the position of the remaining two Persian marksmen.
He held three arrows in his hand, and within a few breaths he shot them back and forth in the shape of a river.
Behind the bushes, a bearded marksman shot the last arrow, but the arrow was blocked by Song Yizhong who was blocking Fanshun's chest.
Song Yizhong roared angrily. Even though he was shot with a bad bow, he wore three layers of armor and did not suffer any injuries except that he felt like he was punched in the chest.
But the bearded Persian was in misfortune. As soon as he ran out of the bushes, the first arrow arrived and flew past his ears.
Before he could be happy, the second arrow accurately hit his temple. Before his eyes went black and he fell down, the third arrow pierced his neck.
In an instant, the Persians lost two sharpshooters, and the strength of both sides was immediately revealed. Everyone knew that Zhang Zhao's side was much stronger.
Abu Nasr wanted to draw his bow and shoot, but as soon as he moved, an arrow shot over. A sharpshooter from the opposite side aimed at him, and he was suppressed behind the tree.
"Dikhkan, let's go!" A loyal guard rushed over desperately holding a round shield.
At the same time, three warriors holding long-handled axes jumped out from the bushes and rushed towards Zhang Zhao and Wang Tongtong.
Zhang Zhao threw it hard, and the copper hammer with sharp protrusions flew over. A Persian warrior was hit in the face and squatted down with a scream.
At this time, two short axes were also thrown from the opposite side, but both were thrown at Wang Tongtong, who was taller and more vicious than Zhang Zhao.
As soon as Luck King Communications took out the meteor hammer and threw it, two hatchets arrived.
One of them passed by his waist, but the other hit him right in the chest. He screamed in pain and slowed down his steps.
Zhang Zhao, who was hedging, did not choose to hit the person with a weapon first, because this required slowing down. He directly bumped into the person. It happened that the person on the opposite side had the same idea.
The jungle is not conducive to carrying long guns and long knives, so both sides only have short weapons.
With a crisp sound of 'dong', Zhang Zhao staggered twice, and the person on the opposite side was directly knocked away.
Before he could get up, Zhang Zhao quickly lowered his head because another Persian's hammer swung over.
After barely avoiding the blow, Zhang Zhao also waved the bone of his right hand and hit the opponent's waist with a snap.
The Persian warrior on the opposite side groaned, his face suddenly turned white, and it looked like the blow should be painful.
As soon as the two sides exchanged blows, their bodies staggered. Zhang Zhao threw himself at the warrior who had just been knocked over by him. The white-faced Persian warrior also endured the severe pain and threw himself at Wang Tongtong, who had just gotten up.
'Boom! Zhang Zhao struck with three consecutive hammer blows. The warrior on the ground who had not had time to get up quickly rolled over and hit the air with two strikes. The last strike finally hit the leg of the warrior in front of him.
The warrior screamed, took out something like an iron awl from his waist, and threw it towards Zhang Zhao.
It penetrated about two to three millimeters into the armor. Zhang Zhao pulled it out and saw that it was something similar to a Chinese hand halberd in the Han Dynasty.
If the leather armor on his body hadn't been made of thickened five-layer leather and lined with iron sheets, it might have been penetrated.
Damn it, you are still having a great time!
Zhang Zhao was so angry that he threw away the bone in his hand, rushed over and held down the Persian warrior's right hand first to prevent him from finding something else. At the same time, he took out the barrier sword from his waist with his left hand.
At the critical moment of life and death, the Persian warrior howled. He used all his strength to pull out one hand and grab Zhang Zhao's left hand, and his legs began to struggle and kick.
At this time, Zhang Zhao held down the Persian warrior's right hand, and the Persian warrior's left hand also grabbed Zhang Zhao's left hand. Zhang Zhao was riding on his waist and abdomen, and the Persian warrior continued to rise and fall with his waist in a violent struggle. .
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Damn, this posture looks a bit evil no matter how you look at it?
The two sides fell into a stalemate. Zhang Zhao rolled his eyes and suddenly realized why he was pressing the Persian warrior's right hand?
He doesn't have a weapon in his right hand, but he has a barrier sword in his left hand.
The plan was decided, Zhang Zhao suddenly let go of his right hand, and then with lightning speed, he changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands.
The Persian warrior's right hand was suddenly released, and he immediately thought of touching the short sword at his waist.
But suddenly he found that the knife on the other side had been stabbed into his throat. In desperation, he quickly took his hand back and grabbed Zhang Zhao's right hand. This time, he lost the opportunity.
The situation became that Zhang Zhao held the knife with both hands and stabbed from top to bottom. The Persian warrior began to hold Zhang Zhao's hand with all his strength and push upward. However, Zhang Zhao could use the weight of his body to push down, but the opponent could not.
Gradually, the barrier knife in Zhang Zhao's hand continued to move downwards. The frightened Persian warrior kicked his legs wildly, like a wild boar, and his body began to circle on the ground. Zhang Zhao also continued to adjust his posture.
Both sides could feel the smell coming out of the other person's mouth, especially the Persian warrior below him, who had a disgusting breath coming out of his foul mouth. The smell of mutton that had been eaten all year round also kept coming from him. Disseminated.
During the struggle, Zhang Zhao shouted loudly and pushed down hard. Finally, the sword stabbed the Persian warrior's left collarbone.
The sharp blade sliced through the Persian warrior's leather armor and penetrated downwards continuously. Every time a piece entered, he howled in pain.
Blood foam began to spit out from the mouth of the Persian warrior, and his resistance became weaker and weaker. This must have been inserted into the lungs.
Kill him while he's sick! In the eyes of the other party's despair, Zhang Zhao held the handle of the knife arrogantly and began to shake it back and forth.
After going back and forth twice, Zhang Zhao felt that the pressure was relieved. Although the Persian warrior's hands were still holding his hands, they had lost their strength.
There was more and more blood foam in his mouth, and his eyes began to blur at the same time. Only the sound of violent gasping was still heard.
You can't even see the movement of your nostrils anymore, probably because your lungs are completely destroyed. No air to breathe.
"Erlangjun! Erlangjun, save me!" An anxious shout sounded, and it was Panshun's voice.
Where did this kid go? It seemed to be coming from the front.
Zhang Zhao raised his head and looked. About fifty or sixty meters directly in front of him, the branches were shaking violently. Zhang Zhao didn't have time to think too much, picked up the bones on the ground and rushed over.
The leather armor on Fanshun's chest was cut with deep grooves, and one knife even cut his belly, and blood flowed out along the breach.
In fact, although his shooting skills are outstanding, his hand-to-hand combat ability is somewhat weak, and he is not as comprehensive as his brother Fan Quan.
Originally, he saw that the guy who was escaping was wearing a nice chainmail, and his face was quite young, like a young boy who had come to the battlefield to be gilded, so after Fanshun fired twice and the arrows were blocked by branches, he simply charged away with a knife. past.
Only when we got there did we realize that he had been entrusted with it. Experts would know if he made a move. This guy who looked like a young man turned out to be a master.
Although there is some lack of experience, because he chops more than stabs, his sword skills and strength are sufficient.
Fanshun cut him five times, but received three blows on the chest. He could only start running and shaking people.
But Fanshun was sure of one thing, this was indeed a young boy. He had already been chopped to pieces by him and was running for his life, but this guy was still screaming and chasing him, not knowing how to run away quickly.
Zhang Zhao, who ran over quickly, was almost laughed out of anger. There is such a fool?
He roared angrily and charged towards the Persian in shining chain mail.
Only then did Abu Nasr realize that he should have run away after repelling the sharpshooter, and a strong feeling of regret suddenly enveloped him.
Zhang Zhao rushed towards him because he saw Nasr on the other side slashing at his chest with a knife in one hand.
This is a matter of actual combat experience. Fighting while wearing armor is different from competing in martial arts. Only competing in martial arts requires slashing like this.
Because it looks good and can force people back, it is also convenient for subsequent combos, one after another.
But you can't fight like this while wearing armor, because slashing with a long knife cannot kill someone immediately. If you can't kill the enemy, the enemy will probably seize the opportunity to kill you.
Therefore, when fighting with armor on, one must either not make a move, or make a move that the opponent cannot bear.
Zhang Zhao's door was wide open, and he didn't care about the opponent's slashes at all, because it was definitely impossible to break through the armor at once.
Sure enough, the blocking feeling from the leather armor on his chest showed that the armor on the other side could not be broken in one go, and he did not feel any sharp pain.
'Boom! 'The bone hit Abu Nasr's head, and blood gushed out immediately. The severe pain made his vision go black, and the surrounding scenery began to shake.
One after another, Zhang Zhao showed no mercy, hitting him five times in a row like a sudden storm!
Abu Nasr was smashed into a bloody gourd without even having a chance to beg for mercy.
In fact, he really wanted to say that he was from the Samani royal family, and a large ransom could be demanded if he was caught.
Unfortunately, there was no chance to say all this. Before losing consciousness, Abu Nasr's last thought was that in future life-and-death fights, he must stab rather than slash.
"There is absolutely no way these people can go too far wearing heavy armor. There must be a gathering point for them nearby. Put on their clothes and let's go and get rid of their lair!"
The battle was almost over. Zhang Zhao looked at Abu Nasr's chainmail and shouted loudly.
