Chapter 239
The Legend of the Condor He was stunned and his whole body froze.↑,. Such accurate arrow skills, even a Legend of the Condor He might not be able to do it. It is not unfair that King Hun Xie died under such an arrow.
Liang Xiao shot another arrow, shot the stunned Sagittarius hand and reached out to grab the black bow in his hand. At this moment, a strong man with a big hair stopped his horse, and a strange cry, whirling his fist and smashed it. Liang Xiao's war horse fell to the ground as if it was struck by lightning. Liang Xiao caught off guard and fell off the horse's back, dizzy.
Before he could react, the strong man in his hair pressed on him, almost breaking his ribs. His big hands stuck his neck and tightened it hard, making him unable to breathe. Liang Xiao heard the clamor of his neck, and his eyes turned black.
Tu Niuer arrived first. Seeing Liang Xiao being restrained, he didn't have time to get off the horse, he jumped off the horse's back and hit the strong man with a strong man with a strong man with a strong man with a strong man with a strong man with a strong man with a strong man who was knocked to the ground by him, but he did not let go, but instead choked him tighter.
However, Tu Niuer's collision still gave Liang Xiao a chance. Without thinking, Liang Xiao waved the black bow he had just taken, put it on the strong man's neck, and pulled it hard.
The black bowstring cut the strong man's carotid artery and blood gushed out.
The strong man with hair roared, his eyes widened, and his hands were more forceful. Liang Xiao curled up, put his legs away, and kicked the strong man's arm. With a crisp "click", the strong man's arm, which was thicker than the ordinary man's thigh, broke into two pieces. He screamed in pain, and let go of Liang Xiao.
Tu Niuer ran over, picked up a Wusun sword, and cut off the strong man's head with one knife.
The strong man fell to the ground, twitched twice, and stopped moving. Blood gushed out and dyed the grass red in an instant.
Liang Xiao stood up, rubbed his neck, and looked at the strong man with a huge figure and a thick muscle, and spitted bloody saliva. "My God, this guy is really well prepared. This guy looks like he is holding a corner."
Tu Niuer looked at the strong man with lingering fear, and then looked at Liang Xiao. "A Xiao, are you okay?"
"It's okay. It's just a little bit of a pain in his throat." Liang Xiao didn't bother to say anything, and stepped in front of the already exasperated Sagittarius hand a few steps, took off the arrow bag, grabbed a bareback war horse, and turned over the horse. His war horse fell to the ground. The skull was shrunk, and it seemed that he couldn't survive.
Tu Niuer glanced at the strong man again, feeling scared, and didn't bother to say anything more, so he turned over and protected Liang Xiao. "A Xiao, go quickly."
"Don't be anxious." Liang Xiao stopped Tu Niu'er, stared at the cicada Feng in the distance, and took a breath. His throat hurt a little, and there was a strong smell of blood.
Chanfeng Lema stood in the distance. Seeing Liang Xiao and others breaking through the Wusun people's positions in a terrifying manner, they were frightened and sweating profusely.
If the sudden squad failed to kill Liang Xiao just now, it was because Liang Xiao reacted too quickly and escaped in time, what should I say now?
Liang Xiao and Tuban faced each other, and they rode alone in the formation, almost destroying the entire formation of Tuban with one person. He saw with his own eyes that the Wusun people fell to the ground, including Tuban himself, were shot and killed by Liang Xiao's bow.
Thunderbolt died?
Chanfeng didn't believe his eyes a little. He raised his arms and rubbed his eyes hard, hoping to see Tuban still riding on the horse or getting up from the ground.
Unfortunately, the squad could no longer get up. His men could not get up. Ten people were shot and killed by Liang Xiao, and the remaining few were also killed mercilessly by Li Shuyun, Xie Guanglong and others.
All he saw was Liang Xiao and Luo Xuli, who stood side by side and looked at him not far away.
Liang Xiao held the black bow that once shamed the entire Dayuan Kingdom in his hand.
More than twenty riders lined up behind them, majestic and murderous intent.
Chanfeng raised his hand and wanted to order a charge. He had a hundred people, several times the other party. But his hand stopped in the air for a while, but in the end he gave up. He remembered the unformed heads of the Hunxie King and his son, and he remembered the sudden team that had been swearing and winning not long ago. He really had no confidence in playing against Liang Xiao, even if the knights around him had an absolute advantage in numbers.
Chanfeng felt his throat was a little dry, a little painful, and his breathing was a little difficult, as if he was strangled.
No matter how many people there are, are there more people than King Hunxie?
No matter how brave you are, you can be more brave than those Wusun Knights, The Legend of the Condor Heroes and The Corners who hold sharp weapons?
The cicada Feng felt timid, turned his horse's head and fled in panic.
Seeing that Chanfeng did not chase after him, but retreated instead, Liang Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and laughed contemptuously.
Luo Xuli also breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Liang Xiao secretly, her heart was pounding. The powerful and powerful young men who pursued her were invincible. There were only a handful of people who could be so brave and willing to take risks for her and not fear life and death. Liang Xiao was the first one. The arrows just now not only shot the Wusun people to death, but also hit her heart.
With such a person’s protection, why fear Wusun and the Huns?
Liang Xiao called Paris and asked him to go to the river to find Old Andrew, turn his horse's head and look at the battlefield again.
The Wusun people hid on the grass in a radius of hundreds of steps. The blood stained the grass red. The originally refreshing air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Several war horses stood beside the master's corpse, lowered their heads, arched their master, and made a sound of sadness.
Almost all the Huns who were shot were arrows in their throats, and occasionally some were arrows in their hearts. They were all wearing iron armor, but at such a close distance, even the iron armor could not block Liang Xiao's arrows, and all of them were killed with one arrow. Only Tuban had the best luck, and he hit Liang Xiao's two arrows, one arrow pierced the heart and one arrow blocked the throat.
He died with his eyes open, his godless eyes looked at the sky, and the astonishment on his face solidified forever.
Several strange-shaped swords were scattered on the ground. These swords had obvious curves, slender bodies, and handguards, and handguards were inlaid with gold and jade.
Xie Guanglong jumped off the horse, picked up a knife, tried the blade with his finger, his face immediately became mute, and he cursed: "Wusun Dog is indeed treacherous, and he actually prepared a good sword to fight us in close combat."
Liang Xiao took the knife and looked carefully, and he couldn't help but wonder. Dark flowers could be seen on the blade, and various jewelry were inlaid on the handle of the knife. It looked extremely precious, and it was definitely not an ordinary knife. Are the Wusun people so rich, and they actually use such a good knife?
Liang Xiao ordered all the swords to be put away, all the corpses were thrown on the horse's back, and even the arrows were not pulled out. He wanted those Dayuan people to see his shooting skills with their own eyes and see what happened to the Wusun people. After this incident, he realized that compared to friendship, Dayuan people were more willing to obey force, and they could not be respected by friendship and interests alone, and they were as weak as silk at the critical moment.
Liang Xiao walked back and put away all the swords left on the ground, and the ownerless war horses were gathered together. Apart from the dead and seriously injured war horses, he had seventeen more good horses.
Halfway through the way, Meicai came with more than 200 knights. Seeing that Liang Xiao and Luo Xuli were safe and sound, he let out a long sigh. He took Liang Xiao's hand, shook it hard, and said nothing. However, the expression on his face revealed his gratitude.
If Luo Xuli had any accidents, not only Liang Xiao would not survive, but he would also be implicated.
Liang Xiao took a knife. "Does the deputy king know this knife?"
Mei Cai's eyes shrank slightly. He glanced at the Wusun people's war horses again, and a rare cold light flashed in his eyes. "Empress, can you hand over these swords and horses to me first?"
Liang Xiao stuffed the knife into Meicai's hand. "I hope the deputy king can give me a satisfactory explanation as soon as possible."
"Sure." Meicai said to Luo Xuli again: "Princess, you want to help me testify."
Luo Xuli nodded, tightly tying the reins of the horse, and her lips were a little white.
Liang Xiao did not return to the city, and he clearly expressed his distrust and anger towards the Dayuan people. After meeting with Old Andrew, he lived on the grass by the Gasatis River, ten miles away from Guishan City.
Meicai sent people to deliver tents and meat, and sent a captain and two hundred cavalrymen to protect Liang Xiao nearby.
In the evening, Liang Xiao sat by the river, watching the quietly flowing river water, motionless.
Today's incident had a great impact on him. I didn't think too much at that time, but just seized one opportunity after another as much as possible, either escaping desperately or rushing forward. Now that the dust has settled, he may finally think about the past of this matter seriously.
He found himself making several mistakes, at least two of which were fatal.
First, he felt that he had the upper hand in the confrontation with the Raiding Team, so he relaxed his vigilance and did not pay attention to the Raiding Team's actions. So much so that the Raiding Team and Chan Feng conspired, he knew nothing and did not remind Mei Cai to pay attention, and almost fell into the Raiding Team's trap.
Second, he didn't expect that the squad would make such careful arrangements. Not only did he find such a good sword, set up a tactic that unexpectedly happened to him, arranged an archery master, and even had a horned sage master who was best at close combat. He took the initiative and shot and killed the archery master, but was almost strangled by the horned sect.
Until the last moment, he did not notice the existence of this Koujishi, and only thought that he was an ordinary Wusun knight.
Too careless. He was so careless. He was isolated and helpless. How could he be so careless? Huan Yuan had long reminded him that the battlefield was dangerous and he could not be careless for a moment. He just listened to it, but didn't hear it in his heart, and almost paid the price of his life.
When dealing with the Wusun people, how can you still believe in the so-called advantage in words, but forget that force is the most reliable power?
You must make yourself stronger.
Not only do we need to continuously improve our personal strength, but we also need to have more subordinates. Even if we are covered in iron, how many nails can each person make? At most, we can be a ranger. There are now Dayuan in the river, Daxia in the south, Wusun in the east, Wusun in the west, Yuezhi in the middle, and all the countries stand together. Whether these people are noble or barbaric, they only believe in one authority: force. If they want to gain a foothold here and establish the reputation of the Han Dynasty, it is impossible to do without sufficient power.
Liang Xiao turned his head and looked at the old Greek man who was busy washing horses in the distance. The corners of his mouth gradually provoked. Such a good soldier and such a good war horse, the monarch and minister of the Dayuan Kingdom were bullied and were intimidated by a Wusun envoy. It was really unreasonable.
Since you don't cherish it, let me play their role-
(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!