C19 Please call me the archer

Push the horse.

Pushing the horse!

I only wish I had spent too much energy walking the horse, otherwise the horse wouldn't have been able to run so feebly.

In just a few breaths time, half of the 40 herdsmen had fallen. The remaining 20 or so people staggered forward, but fell to the ground due to exhaustion.

I still have half a mile to go. I want to get closer!

The horse was not a good horse. It had been walking for the first time in the morning, and I was tired. My footsteps were no longer as vigorous as before, but I kept urging them forward.

Two thin and weak children fell down in front of him. Their small bodies couldn't run even half a step, so they could only curl up in the grass while shivering.

Not far behind him, a butcher's knife had already appeared.

Someone held a spear in both hands and held it high above his head, ready to eat one of the two children.

I could already see his fierce face, his blood-red tongue, and his whole body began to tremble.

The two children had lifted their heads and curled into a ball, no longer daring to look up.

Three hundred steps!

My fingers flick uncontrollably.

Vertical bow.

Arrows.

He pulled the bowstring.

The strings were like a full moon.

Two fingers apart.

The arrow was like a shooting star.

My whole body was trembling, and only my two arms and ten fingers were stronger than before.

Then there was a scream of pain, and the man who had been laughing wildly and thrusting his spear at the child fell to the ground.

The youth was shocked by the corpse that fell to the ground.

The enemy troops were in a state of slight panic.

They did the same thing.

Twenty or so small Arrows s were all shot out in a few breaths. When my eyes locked onto one person, the Arrows no longer needed to look and just lifted its hands to shoot. Almost every time it released an arrow, one of the riders dismounted.

The cries rose and fell, resounding across the prairie.

For a time, no one was able to flee.

The horse galloped forward two hundred paces.

The Arrows had run out.

Instead of reining in my horse, I chose to continue charging forward.

The number of enemies had also been reduced by half.

There were only twenty of them! I said this in my mind as I tightened my arms and charged towards the enemy soldier that was closest to me.

Although I no longer had any Arrows, and only held an empty bow in my hand, the killing intent from the previous twenty arrows seemed to have formed a pressure on me.

No posture, no fancy tricks.

My body slightly leaned to the side, and my left arm waved horizontally as I twisted the iron bow. I used the back of the bow to bear the blade's slash, and with the other hand, I flipped upwards, grabbing the long knife's hilt.

He used his strength to fight back.

The face of the enemy in front of me changed drastically and he tried his best to fight me. It was a pity that his arm strength couldn't compare to mine and it was useless even if he tried his best.

He didn't have much to say, but the warhorse he was riding couldn't take it first. It let out a long hiss as it raised its front legs and flipped its owner onto the ground.

I don't know what it means to be polite, but with a backhand slash, he landed on the ground in two pieces.

Then, I reined in my horse's head, straightened up the long knife that I had snatched, and coldly looked at the group of people in front of me.

After a small disturbance, the enemy's formation started to close up. Among them, there were more than a dozen riders surrounding one of them, surrounding them in the middle. This made me feel that it was funny: not only do the soldiers in the Northwest region look like this, even the generals lack the intelligence.

This group of people probably saw that I was young and kind, yet none of them showed the slightest bit of fear and panic on their faces. This made me feel quite dejected: I am already a stately 14 year old man. In addition, the northwest wind and water were inferior, so they should look more ancient. However, the enemy only stood there, surrounding the leader, not moving at all.

"Enemy general registration!" Since you guys didn't react, I might as well shout it out myself.

The enemy group chattered for a bit, and then the young man in the middle finally replied: "Jincheng Han Zhong!"

Who is Han Zhong?

I don't know him! Never heard of it!

That's right, in this corner, other than Han Sui and the names of the eight army officers that I have heard a little about, the other commandos could only be considered minor characters. In my impression, I have never even heard of Han Sui's descendants.

Wait...

Han Sui's... Descendant? Han Zhong?

With a thought, I shouted casually. "Old thief Han Sui is still alive?"

Han Zhong was immediately filled with anger, and shouted loudly: "Little bastard, you dare curse my father?!"

I continued, "Who is this little bastard scolding?"

"Little bastard, I cursed you!" Han Zhong replied very quickly.

I smiled at him, scanning them with my eyes, waiting for the laughter, the anger of embarrassment.

An awkward silence.

Calm down.

I looked left and right, and Ma Dai and the others who had already caught up also had serious expressions, but they were all extremely nervous.

I am the one who is angry?

Motherf * cker! I hate this damn place! I hate enemies with no sense of humor! Although the conversation was a little old, we could clearly see that from the two scenes in < The Heroic Couple of the Divine Engraved Gods >, Yang Guo had ridiculed Huo Du and I had cursed at this fellow Han Zhong. It could be inferred that due to the severe lack of material information, the people's mental states were also extremely low, this had nothing to do with intelligence or anything else …

I sighed and had to take it for a sneer.

"Arrow quiver!" I held out my right hand.

Immediately, someone took off his quiver and handed it to me.

Twenty or so of them should be more than enough to annihilate the other party. I'm afraid that they might flee ahead of time. If that were to happen to old thief Han, the war between the two of them would probably erupt.

"Ma Dai!" As I put the long knife in front of my legs, I instructed the left and right in a low voice, "All of you, quickly disperse and surround the enemy. You must eliminate them all, don't leave a single one alive!"

Ma Dai and Zhao Cheng were shocked, but they immediately followed the order. Over ten arrows were nocked on their bows, surrounding the enemy in a large circle.

"Protect the Young General!"

There were a few soldiers who were not stupid in the enemy camp. With a loud shout, the twenty odd cavalrymen quickly surrounded Han Zhong and protected him again.

This would make it easier for everyone to wipe out the enemies.

But why don't they shoot us?

If you don't shoot, I'll shoot! There was always a man who wanted to shoot. I had no time to think about it, so I shouted, "You're welcome!" First he drew his bow!

More than ten people shot arrows one after another.

A round of force shot out.

I felt ashamed.

Only Ma Dai and Zhao Cheng were able to aim accurately, the other ten people were considered the shooting archers from the Wealthy Faction, but the enemy was not far, and was concentrated, so as to support the formation, they were better than nothing.

Shoot!

Shoot again!

A volley of random shots.

Facing the battlefield, I couldn't help but praise myself.

It really isn't me praising myself! Today's archery skills were surprisingly good. Accuracy was called an explosion!

Although it is unlikely for an arrow to blow the head off, we have a conservative estimate. In the entire arena, the number of enemies I have taken care of is at 345. Un, the rate of killing has already reached around 80%. Actually, the God of Bow of the Three Kingdoms should be my other nickname.

Ma Dai and Zhao Cheng had shot down five or six people each. Now that he thought about it, it did not need to be so detailed. Corpses littered the ground, and Han Zhong was the only one left as an arrow target.

He just sat there blankly on the horse, not knowing what to do.

"Old thief Han Sui's son of a bitch!" If I call him that, he won't have any more complaints, will he?

Sure enough, he did not show any signs of anger.

He just stared at the corpses at his feet.

I casually placed the bow under the saddle and raised the long knife with both of my hands.

"Pick up your weapon and... "Die!"

The horses began to gallop forward.

Han Zhong suddenly roared out, his right hand holding onto the reins retracting with force as he jumped up from the ground. He turned his head and fled towards the southwest.

"Humph!" My legs clamped on the horse's abdomen, and the handsome horse beneath me suddenly accelerated, chasing after that fellow.

"Leave behind your life, Dogfish!"

The two sides in front of Han Zhong were personally blocking them from speaking. The two of them shouted and pulled back their bows, while their friends followed suit and supported them.

More than ten arrows shot towards Han Zhong.

The result was as follows:

The arrow shot out from his upper arm belonged to Ma Dai.

An arrow shot from his thigh, towards Zhao Cheng;

breech s had their arrows shot, but the owner of the arrows was unknown.

's BMW was quite tenacious, even with two arrows sticking out from its butt, it was still running non-stop, not willing to die.

"Good colt!" I patted my horse as I shouted. I was only about ten steps away from Han Zhong, but it would still be difficult to catch up with him in a short period of time.

The horse was stabbed twice and its butt was in pain. It must have used up all of its strength to scamper forward, but my horse was cold and hungry. It no longer had the strength to run any further.

After making my decision, without saying anything further, I bent my elbow and threw the long knife out with all my might.

Even though that long knife is not light, I am a rare martial arts prodigy — — As for how I discovered this truth, how would I know! — — I have bitterly trained my spear for six years already, my arm strength has reached the Small Success Realm, and with the help of my warhorse's sprinting speed, this long knife threw it out, howling as it stabbed straight into Han Zhong's back.

Han Zhong's group had only come here to rob the place, they did not bring their bows or arrows, nor did they wear heavy armors. With a stab of my blade, blood flowed profusely from my back, and I fell off my horse along with my blade.

However, the warhorse completely disregarded its owner. It waved its tail and the two upturned arrows on its buttocks as it galloped away.

Blood dripped down the road.