Zhou Shangwen's heart sank rapidly as he watched the other side separate the two sides like this, exchanging swords for shields. Just now when he watched the two thieves talking openly in front of the formation, he wanted to shoot countless times. Kill these two guys, but the distance of about two hundred steps exceeds the limit of their bows and arrows. Even a marksman like Zhou Shangwen cannot kill a master like He Tianping at this distance, so he can only watch helplessly. He watched them talking like this without even caring about himself, as if his more than four hundred brothers were the meat on their chopping board.
His subordinates were all filled with hatred, and from time to time someone whispered: "Brother Zhou, just fight, even if you die, it doesn't matter."
"It's just that these demon thieves came from the flank and have cut off our connection with the formation. We can't go back. We have to fight them to the death."
Some people also whispered: "Otherwise, we should retreat to the other side of the fire wall. Even if we have to go back and face Zhang Zhuer, it is better than this desperate situation. Brother Zhou, please give the order."
Zhou Shangwen's mind was spinning rapidly. In his ears, the sounds of weapons clashing and screams coming from the other side of the wall of fire behind him were heard. He knew very well that the brothers who had just stayed at the same place could no longer stop Zhang Shangwen. The attack of these fierce killers like Zhu'er brought people closer. At least eight out of ten screams were made with a Jingchu accent. They were obviously his subordinates. The more than 400 people of his own would return to the wall of fire like this. On the other hand, they will face the same killings. Even the swordsmen of He Tianping in front of them will definitely cross the line of fire and chase him.
Zhou Shangwen thought of this and laughed loudly: "To advance is to die, and to retreat is also death. At least we have knocked down all these sky lanterns. At least we have killed many demon thieves, and even hundreds of demon thieves." General Swordsmen, these are the elite among thieves, one is worth ten, we have enough for today, if we kill again, we will make a profit."
All the archers shouted in unison: "Kill the thief, kill the thief, kill the thief!"
Zhou Shangwen's eyes widened, looking at the swordsmen of the Tianshi Dao General Altar who were making a full-scale attack on their own front, dodging back and forth around the zigzag line, and advancing in a snake shape, slowly drew their bows, and said : "Their round shields can protect their heads and bodies, but not their legs. Everyone, please listen carefully. Group of five people. The thief will take action within a hundred steps. Shoot a demon thief, only the legs and feet. After he falls to the ground, shoot again." Call the vital points that cannot be protected by the shield. Each person has five arrows. After shooting, shoot them all for me. The Jin army is mighty!"
All the archers shouted: "The Jin army is mighty, kill the thieves, kill the thieves, kill the thieves!"
The swordsmen of Tianshi Dao's main altar were approaching quickly, making bursts of shrill screams from their mouths. Their blood-red faces, with strong murderous intent, were getting closer and closer, and Wu Di's accent It was also clearly heard in everyone's ears: "The Jin army is liberated, the Jin army is liberated!"
All the archers' palms were sweating, and the sweat on their foreheads was flowing down like streams. In the previous confrontation, they all knew how terrifying these efficient killing machines were. Once they let them At close range, I am afraid that none of the five or eight people can be a match for one swordsman. The only chance of survival is to shoot as many of these guys as possible before they get close.
Zhou Shangwen's voice echoed on the battlefield, suppressing the sound of the wall of fire burning behind and the war cry from the front getting closer and closer, becoming more and more horrifying: "Steady, steady, steady!"
In everyone's mind, they are quickly estimating the distance from the enemy swordsman rushing towards them. As an archer, everyone has this range-finding ability. Everyone is thinking silently in their hearts: "One hundred and seventy steps." , one hundred and fifty steps, one hundred and thirty steps, one hundred and ten steps!"
Zhou Shangwen slowly raised his hand. The horn was in his hand. Everyone could see it clearly. He did not draw the bow, because in this life-and-death speed contest, the commander was better than the other. The archer is even more important, especially the first round of shooting. If it cannot form a salvo and cause maximum damage, it will be over.
Zhou Shangwen's eyes were fixed on He Tianping. From the moment the opponent charged, he had identified He Tianping. He also knew that it was almost impossible to win this battle. The only chance was to win the battle. The general who can quickly kill the enemy at the beginning of the battle is He Tianping, while the opponent is walking slowly in the middle and rear of the entire formation. Two guards holding round shields are about three steps away from him, ready to attack at any time. It can provide protection, but He Tianping himself does not hold a shield, but holds a stainless steel sword in both hands, and he is also staring at Zhou Shangwen.
The gazes of the four eyes were intertwined, and the death gaze was just over a hundred steps away. Although neither of them spoke, the voices of both sides could be read in their eyes, which were three words: "go to hell."
Zhou Shangwen suddenly had an idea. He realized something serious. He only stared at He Tianping, but ignored that He Tianping was not the guy at the front, but was trailing about twenty steps ahead. In the time it took for them to look at each other, the swordsman at the front had already entered the hundred-step line, and even the fastest runner had reached a distance of about ninety steps.
He Tianping also instantly read the panic in Zhou Shangwen's eyes, and he shouted: "Kirigakure!"
All the Tianshi Dao swordsmen almost instantly threw a small jar that had been fastened in their hands to the ground. In an instant, a burst of white mist or black smoke rose up, and nearly a hundred Tianshi Dao swordsmen rushed forward. The figure of the swordsman of the Master Temple disappeared immediately, and two sounds of breaking through the air were heard, but it was the highly nervous archer of the Jin Army. Faced with the sudden change, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, and loosened his fingers. The feather arrow flew towards the target that had been aimed at long ago.
Zhou Shangwen was shocked and shouted: "Who shot the arrow?!" But it was too late. The signal of these two arrows seemed to be more effective than the gestures of his general. Two to three hundred feather arrows, with strong breaking With a sound in the sky, they all shot out, all heading towards the target that they had aimed at just now. However, all these arrows were lost in the black and white smoke, but no arrows were heard hitting the target. The sound of flesh and the screams of the opponent. Unfortunately, the first round of shooting of these arrows was almost completely missed.
A shrill roar and a burst of laughter came from the smoke, and a figure could be vaguely seen: "Idiot, you have been aiming for so long and still can't hit. Come again when you have the ability, hahahaha!"
(End of chapter)
