Fu Rong thought: Now there is a change in the wilderness, and Bald Wugu and Juqu Mengxun are likely to be captured there. Based on his guess, there may be capable people from the southern and northern mansions who can get into the concentration first. United with the Central Han Gang to control the border wilderness. By doing this, the Beifunan people should set up an ambush to frustrate the Qin vanguard.
But what he couldn't figure out was that since it was an ambush, why were the eighteen people in the distance?
"A person from afar that Guoren can recognize?"
Fu Rong wears a war helmet on his head, a robe on his shoulders, a fur collar around his neck, and mail armor underneath. He looks extraordinary. His physique was not eye-catching, but his gleaming eyes were filled with an astonishing chill.
After he finished asking, someone next to him replied: "It seems that the southerners have occupied the borderland, but I don't know why those people are there!" After saying this, the person shook his head slightly and remained silent.
The person who responded was a tall and thin man wearing a long red cloak, a dome hood, a cross-breasted shorts, and black trousers, with an extremely strange appearance. And this person is Qifu Guoren, the master second only to Murong Chui, the "Beiba Spear" among the Xianbei tribe.
After Fu Rong heard this, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and then sneered: "I originally thought that the southerners wanted to set up an ambush, but now it seems that they want to fight me head-on. It's just eighteen people... …It’s just looking for death.”
The army was still moving slowly, and Fu Qin's army marched southward with the power to swallow up the sky. As the vanguard army, how could they care about the dozen or so cavalry? Just when Fu Rong wanted to order two teams of small cavalry to capture the eighteen cavalry first. Suddenly, changes come!
The rising sun was shining slantingly, a long wind was blowing across the earth, several large flags were flapping in the wind, and the 'Eighteen Riders' were moving!
Their black cloaks were slightly spread, their silver armor was shining brightly, they loosened their reins, they sat down on the eighteen black horses and their hooves began to stamp, heading straight forward, facing them head on!
Fu Rong was startled and ordered: "Left and right, capture them."
The flag bearer immediately waved the flag after hearing the order, and the light cavalry formations on both wings of the army immediately sent out two teams of cavalry, each with more than a hundred men.
Then the sound of hoofbeats started, followed by the sound of killing, the sand and soil splashed, and the two hundred horsemen galloped away.
Fu Rong calmly looked at the slow-moving eighteen people. Even when facing the two hundred horsemen who were rushing towards them, their horses and people were not panicked. Fu Rong only saw the eyes that were like cold stars, and suddenly The murderous intent appears.
There was no will to die in their eyes, there was only coldness in their eyes, only killing intent, and a little bit of expectation. They seemed to have been waiting for this battle for a long time.
Fu Rong was slightly startled, and then he saw their movements together.
The strong bows were removed, and the eighteen people held the bows in their left hands and drew arrows from behind with their right hands. Everyone had several arrows in their hands!
Arrow, string.
Arrow, suddenly bright.
Then, then, the arrow disappeared, turned into countless stars, and disappeared in a flash!
With his eyes focused, Fu Rong saw that among the disappearing arrows, one suddenly appeared in front of him! He first saw this cold light, and then heard the sharp sound.
Fu Rong's pupils gathered, and in the midst of his roar, a fear of death filled the air, impacting his limbs and bones.
The sword flashed suddenly, and only a "ding" sound was heard!
In the crisp sound, an arrow stopped three feet in front of Fu Rong. The arrowhead hit the body of a knife, and the knife buzzed and trembled, shattering inch by inch... followed by a "dang" sound, the blade was horizontal. Flying, the arrow finally fell down after shattering the blade.
The person who drew the sword was Qifu Guoren. The arrow not only broke his sword, but even shattered the hand holding the sword.
It was just a random arrow that missed its target. An arrow that lost its target would never have much power, but just such a random arrow shattered Qifu Guoren's single sword.
What kind of arrow is this?
What kind of arrow technique is it?
What kind of person could shoot such an arrow?
Who are those eighteen people?
Both of them felt awe in their hearts, with a look of horror on their faces, and what shocked them even more was not only that...
Blood seeped out from the tiger's mouth and dripped from the palm of his hand, but Qifu Guoren seemed not to notice. Both he and Fu Rong were still staring straight ahead. Just in the front battle formation, someone among the two hundred light cavalry suddenly fell off his horse.
First a few people, then in the blink of an eye everyone...
The cries were in chaos, the horses were in chaos, and the neighing started. By the time the horses scattered, there were already two hundred dead bodies there, each with a hole in its throat.
Two hundred riders were killed by their arrows in an instant.
Everyone who saw this scene had cold hands and feet, and the expressions on their faces showed an unbelievable look of horror. They seemed to be doubting their own eyes. Who dared to imagine that two hundred knights would die in an instant? It was just eighteen. people!
The bright sunshine seemed to dim at this moment, and the earth seemed to be immersed in this dead silence, and a sense of fear was spreading silently.
Fu Rong wants to stop this fear!
He pulled on the reins and shouted: "Stop!"
Fu Qin's 50,000 vanguard army stopped in a daze. They listened, but what about them?
The Eighteen Cavalrymen withdrew their strong bows and began to cry suddenly. They were still approaching, neither slow nor fast.
Fu Rong's face turned slightly pale, and he looked at the Eighteen Cavalry with a gloomy look... But after firing with his bow, he saw the Eighteen Cavalry in the distance as a truly powerful army, as powerful as a divine soldier. , is a strong army that can rival his 50,000-strong army.
Although this seemed a bit unbelievable and shocking, Fu Rong had already put away any contempt. After he faced the terrifying arrow and witnessed the terrifying scene, he already understood the specialness of these eighteen people. ', these eighteen people are 'terrible'.
They are not here to seek death, they really dare to compete with their 50,000-strong army!
Therefore, Fu Rong hissed: "Array!"
The flag bearer waved the flag again after hearing the order, and the Qin army's formation began to change!
Close, getting closer...
One hundred feet and five thousand shields were already standing in front of the army.
Ninety feet, five thousand archers are behind the shield soldiers.
Eighty feet away, the shield is upright, the bow is drawn, and the arrow is being cocked.
Seventy feet away, the battle formation began to change again, and the flanking cavalry dispersed.
Fifty feet away, the cavalry had gathered together, as if surrounding the 'Eighteen Cavalry'.
Forty feet, the arrow is on the string, and the archer is aiming at them, either a man or a horse.
Thirty feet, the string was fully stretched, everyone held their breath, but at this moment, everyone saw the silver light again.
That was a silver spear. The eighteen-bar silver spear was pulled out, just like a sword! Eighteen riders wielding silver spears, Wu Zui suddenly gallops!
He could advance thirty feet. Thirty feet was the distance where arrows were most powerful and easiest to hit the target. Fu Rong was the commander-in-chief of Qin's forward army. How could he not know this?
With a sharp look on his face, Fu Rong shouted: "Fire the arrow!"
Wu Zhui galloped extremely fast, extremely fast!
When the arrow comes out, it happens to be the moment when the momentum of the Eighteen Cavalry begins. When the arrow comes, it happens to be the moment when the momentum of the Eighteen Cavalry is at its peak!
Their momentum was faster than that of an arrow; the force of his thrust had reached its extreme. This was a kind of courageous advance, and it was also the "advancement" of the "Netherworld Fierce Prison".
In an instant, the silver gun moved, and arrows flew around them. The arrows aimed at them had to land on the tip of the gun first. The red tassel stirred up bright flowers, and the silver gun turned into graceful brilliance.
