The man stood beside a cart full of tall grain bales, and at the top lay a disheveled man, who looked like a woman, lying motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The D-M scar-faced man held a waist knife in his hand, constantly waving it, and yelling and swearing loudly to this side. From such a distance, Dong Zhongyong couldn't hear what he was scolding, and could only see the movement of his mouth. But when you think about it, I don't know if it's going to be a good thing.

He had a lot of strength, and the strength of his arms could easily lower the bow, and he did not pull the bow to its fullness, but to almost seventy percent of it.

He grasped this degree very well, because he didn't know how many tens of thousands of times he had repeated his bow and arrows like this. For him, it was as natural as eating and drinking.

"Shoot!"

The familiar order of the Dutou King Steward sounded in his ears, Dong Zhongyong sighed softly and let go of his hand.

Then he quickly mounted another arrow.

He knew that except for the first arrow aiming step, which was controlled by the head, the rest was free fire.

How many times, it's all the same!

When the Tie Taipo saw the officers and soldiers on the opposite side dismounting, they were still a little confused, but when they opened their bows and arrows, they felt a thrill in their hearts, and they immediately understood everything.

This can't be blamed for his slow reaction, but really fighting with officers and soldiers? One? Root? Read? There are too few novels.

In fact, it was not only him, but also Zhang Xianzhong, Li Zicheng, and even earlier, when Gao Yingxiang and other rogues had just raised their troops, why were they defeated every time by officers and soldiers with much fewer numbers than them? An important reason for this is the huge gap between the two sides in terms of long-range strike forces. With a large number of archers and well-known bows, they can kill and injure a large number of thieves before the two sides engage. And those rogues who have equally poor discipline and combat effectiveness will collapse after a few casualties.

The bandits of Liuling Mountain fought the most with the local townsmen and villagers, but the local squires and landlords to which the villagers belonged could get swords and guns, but they were rarely able to get bows and arrows, which were important weapons of the country. And if they make it themselves, the dozens of complicated and elaborate manufacturing procedures of the Oriental compound bow make it very powerful, even if they can make it.

Among these bandits like Liuleng Mountain, there is not a single bow.

And this phenomenon is very common among bandits and bandits, that is, forces like Bai Mazi who are supported by the government behind the scenes can have a large number of bows and arrows.

Although the Tie Taipo realized it, he had no experience in dealing with bows and arrows, and he was at a loss for a while, so he just shouted: "Find a place to hide!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, there was the sound of a bouncing bowstring, mixed with a sharp sound of breaking the air. And almost at the moment when the sound sounded, the big arrow was already shot in front of him.

The so-called sound of people falling, this is the case.

There were more than 30 sharp arrows on the two wings, and they came with the sound.

Fiercely nailed in the crowd.

Although not specialized armor-piercing arrows, but at seventy paces (is seventy steps, not seventy lunges. One step is one point and two meters. Shooting from a distance, it easily pierced through the bandits' cloth and nailed into their bodies.

One of the bandits was shot in the neck, and a sharp arrow pierced through his neck, peeking through from behind, revealing a cluster of sharp arrows with blood stains on it. He covered his neck, rolled on the ground in pain, reached out and held the arrow, as if trying to pull it out, but doing so only made the wound bigger and bigger, and the person more and more painful. And because he was shot by the arrow cluster and injured his trachea, he couldn't even scream, and could only make bursts of loud sounds, like tearing the bellows, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable after listening to it.

He didn't seem to be out of breath, his face was the color of pig liver, and he rolled frantically on the ground, and suddenly he didn't know where the strength came from, and he grabbed the hard arrow shaft and broke it fiercely, which was to break the big arrow. He pulled the arrow out of both ends, and the blocked trachea immediately cleared. When he finally caught his breath, he gasped for breath with an expression of ecstasy on his face. But then, blood poured into his trachea, and he gasped and suddenly fell to the ground and coughed loudly, all he coughed out was pink blood foam.

Blood foam with large amounts of tiny bubbles poured out of the wound on his neck. He coughed carefully and cracked his lungs, blood gushed out in large quantities, and soon he lay on the ground and did not move, only his hands and feet were still trembling, indicating that he was not dead.

But no one can take care of him anymore.

These bandits have neither iron armor nor shields, and they stand in such a dense position that they don't even need to aim at all, just shoot at them to hit.

In this round of arrow rain, at least a dozen or so people fell to the periphery, some of them died on the spot, and some were not dead, they screamed loudly, rolling on the ground, leaving red blood marks, which made people tremble in their hearts.

And Qiu Ping and Liu Facheng had already dismounted, they had been very clever and hid behind the cart before, and Huang Ji also followed beside him, hunching his waist, with a flattering expression on his face, looking like a wreck. As soon as the bowstring sounded, they did not pause at all, and immediately crouched down and hid behind the crowd.

The screams outside came one after another, but the three of them were unharmed.

And the most unlucky should be regarded as the head of the Tietaibao, he didn't think that these officers and soldiers would stop shooting arrows, in order to see far and highlight their identity, they also rode on horses. And when he started shooting, he forgot to dodge, and by the time he realized it, it was too late to react.

He was riding on a horse, his spirit was vivid, and there was a majestic Kunlun Nu standing beside him, even a fool knew that this person's identity was definitely not ordinary, and at least three arrows were aimed at him.

Tie Taibao can also come up with crooked moves, and when he sees it, he can't dodge, so he screams, and his body is tilted to the left. He didn't have time to take off the stirrups on his feet, so he would really fall down like this, and he would even be injured by the stirrups pulling his legs and feet, but it was better than shooting to death.

When he planted his body down, he felt a chill in his right foot, and a piercing pain followed.

And the Kunlun slave beside him, who is more than two meters tall and dozens of dollars, looks as majestic as a mountain, but in fact it is a waste bag, as soon as he sees the feather arrow splashed over, he immediately screamed, threw the flat burden on his shoulder, and the whole person knelt on the ground, pouted a big buttocks, held his head with both hands, his forehead was on the ground, and he had words in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Dong Zhongyong looked at the scarred face he was aiming at and was shot in the eye socket, and fell to the ground and died without a word, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

It was the first time he had killed someone, but his heart was extremely calm. Probably because he was killed with a bow and arrow, not at close range. It's just that he clearly feels that there seems to be something different about him.

My hands are more stable, my breathing is more even, and my nervous mood, which was still a little nervous, has completely calmed down.

There seems to be nothing left in his eyes, only the mechanical shooting of big arrows one by one. Tie Taibao's right foot hung on the stirrup, and an arrow was stuck in the ankle up, and blood gushed out, instantly making his trouser leg wet and dark. The bad horse was frightened, and with a neigh, he was about to run away, but fortunately, Tie Taibao was quick and grabbed the clothes of the Kunlun slave beside him. Seeing that he was still kneeling on the ground and chanting a word, he suddenly became angry and scolded: "You dog, why don't you hurry up and pull Lao-ye up, do you want to die?" ”

"Huh!"

The Kunlun slave's big black and ugly face showed a look of panic, and he quickly reached out and untied Tie Taibao from the stirrups, and Tie Taibao's injured leg slammed on the ground, and he screamed in pain, gasped, and tears were about to hurt.

At this moment, the rammer still asked stupidly: "Master, aren't you invulnerable in an iron cloth shirt, why did you bleed from the shot?" ”

If someone else said this, Tie Taibao would definitely think that he was sarcastic about himself, but he had always known that this Kunlun slave had some brains that you were not very easy to use, not stupid, but stupid and stupid, and he didn't know how to look at his face.

"Ask what is the reason for this lot of, this foot and neck is Lao Tzu's cover door, that demon soldier is lucky, and he is shot!" Saying that, he grinned and scolded: "What is this nonsense, why don't you hurry up and help the master up?" ”

He asked the Kunlun slave to pick himself up carefully, just like an adult holding a child, hiding behind a grain cart, so that he could have leisure to observe the surrounding situation.

At this time, the officers and soldiers on the opposite side no longer knew how many arrows had been spilled, and they were afraid that twenty or thirty people had already been shot and fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

The rabble nature of the bandits was undoubtedly revealed at this time, and they shouted in horror one after another, and the previous rainbow-like momentum suddenly disappeared without a trace. You pushed me and shoved them one by one to hide behind the cart, but the cart was parked in the position where the team had stopped before, and it was not a car formation like a well-trained officer and soldier. And the number is not very large, and there are always those who cannot be hidden. The angles at which the officers and men shot were one left and one right, one south and one north, which was extremely tricky, so people were constantly being shot.

There are already many bandits who are thinking about how to escape.

It's impossible to go back, the north is the mountains and forests, the south is the big river, although they are all good roads, but it's better than shooting to death here!

If it doesn't work, just run the fuck! You can't go on like this, let the officers and soldiers come for a few more rounds, and you don't need the officers and soldiers to kill them, and you will have to make a big mess later! I'm afraid I'll have to explain it here today.

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