In just a moment, dozens of arrows from the large group of Shatu people shot towards Yan Liqiang.
When the arrows were approaching, Yan Liqiang was in the air, and his robe fell off his hands with a swish. He just shook and swung the robe, and it suddenly became like a shield, flying around Yan Liqiang and sweeping away all the arrows. In a flash, Yan Liqiang had already leaped a hundred meters away, passed the roof of a house that had not collapsed yet, and escaped the sight of the Shatu archers.
The archers in the Shatu group over there had no time to shoot a second arrow, because at the command of the Pingxi County Governor, the arrows of the archers here had already fallen into the Shatu team like a swarm of locusts.
In just a moment, hundreds of Shatu people fell down and the streets were filled with screams.
At this time, the Shatu people were standing densely on the street, and even if you closed your eyes and shot arrows, you would be able to hit someone. As for strong bows and crossbows, there were quite a few Shatu people over there, but the number was still far less than that of this side.
The real battle begins from this moment, breaking out instantly...
Before the two sides came into close combat, they shot at each other on the street at a distance of about 100 meters.
When the arrows of the Shatu people shot over, all the shield bearers on this side raised their shields. Amidst the sounds of clinking, most of the arrows shot over there were blocked by the iron shields in front of this team. Even if some arrows fell on the soldiers at the back, because the soldiers here were wearing full body armor and helmets, the damage caused by those arrows was very limited. Some soldiers fell down, but most of them still moved forward quickly towards the Shatu people with firm steps.
The crossbowmen here fired their bows for the second time, and amid screams, the Shatu people who were rushing towards this side fell down one by one like straw under a harvester. The area where the Shatu archers who had shot arrows before were located was taken special care of by the archers here. When the third round of arrows came over there, most of them had already been sparsely populated...
The two teams collided with each other on the street in the blink of an eye while running.
The Shatu people who rushed over had ferocious faces, holding scimitars, and screaming...
The troops here were in perfect unison. The shield-bearing warriors charging forward instantly stuck their shields into the ground, squatted down, and propped up their shields with their shoulders. The spearmen behind them thrust their spears like a forest through the tops and gaps of the shields, shouting only one word, "Kill..."
From a distance, it seemed that huge clusters and bushes of thorns suddenly grew around the iron shield.
Those Shatu people who rushed over were not facing a single spear, but a cluster of spears. They were unstoppable and unavoidable. Even if they could block one or two spears with their scimitars, how could they block the large clusters of spears coming from all around? At this time, let alone ordinary warriors, even warriors or dragon warriors would not be able to fight back in front of such a battle array!
In an instant, large patches of blood-red flowers bloomed from the blooming steel thorns and spread all over the streets.
Under the cover of the shield, the densely packed spears were pulled back, thrust out, pulled back, thrust out again...
The so-called close combat, in front of real troops, is nothing more than such simple and mechanical movements. The dark and cold gun tips turn blood red in the blink of an eye.
The archers at the back were not idle either. Two more rounds of arrows flew over. The Shatu army that was rushing down the street screaming was instantly combed by the rain of arrows, and most of them were thinned out in an instant.
These troops in front of them were different from the people in the city who were angry but dared not speak out when they saw them before, and they were also different from the patrolmen who did not dare to come over to question them when they saw a large group of them gathered together, but smiled cautiously, fearing that they would cause trouble. This was the real battle, this was the real combat effectiveness of the Han army.
Amid the flying blood and screams, many Shatu people who had rushed over with courage suddenly felt terrified as they watched the people around them fall one by one.
Liu Yucheng, the governor of Pingxi County, crossed the front line of close combat like a big bird, and landed in the group of Shatu people behind him in a flash. With a wave of the big knife in his hand, the bodies of three Shatu people who rushed over were suddenly broken into six halves and flew away. With another wave of the knife, the bodies of several Shatu people who rushed over and the scimitars in their hands were all dismembered and scattered.
Liu Yucheng took one step and slashed his sword, cutting a bloody path through the densely packed Shatu people. He rushed to the front of the Shatu man who had just spoken to Wang Jianbei. In front of the horrified look in the old Shatu man's eyes, he swung his sword and chopped off the man's head.
“Bah, you old dog dare to negotiate with us…” Liu Yucheng kicked the head of the Shatu man on the ground and smiled coldly.
After just a short fight, the morale and courage of the Shatu people blocking the street melted away like ice and snow. At the end of the Shatu team, some people had already turned around and fled...
The Shatu people understood immediately that this time, these Han people were going to give them a real fight. Gathering and making noise was no longer effective, and threats were no longer effective. If they dared to rush forward with knives, they would be courting death...
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On the other side of the street, since the fleeing Shatu man had been spotted by Yan Liqiang, how could he possibly slip away from Yan Liqiang's nose in broad daylight
Yan Liqiang chased the man, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed several streets. At the beginning, the man was more than 200 meters away from Yan Liqiang, but in just a moment, Yan Liqiang had caught up with the man and was more than 20 meters away.
"Do you still want to run?" As Yan Liqiang finished his words, he kicked the half-collapsed wall of a burnt and collapsed house in front of him. In an instant, the wall was blown up by explosives and turned into thousands of broken bricks and stones. With bursts of shrill sounds, it enveloped the fleeing figure and covered the entire space around that person.
The Shatu man's forward figure turned in the air in an instant. The bow in his hand was already fully drawn at the moment of turning, and then another arrow shot towards Yan Liqiang.
As an expert in archery, Yan Liqiang had long been on guard against that man's desperate actions. The moment before that man turned around and shot the arrow, Yan Liqiang's body shape had already changed strangely. His forward figure almost crouched down all of a sudden, like a snake, and rushed towards that man, sticking closely to the ground.
The black arrow shot over, silently, sharply, and powerfully. The scattered bricks and stones along its path were instantly shattered. The arrow flew over Yan Liqiang's head, fell to the ground, and exploded with a loud bang, leaving a large hole more than one meter deep in the ruins.
When masters fight, a slight mistake can lead to a huge error. The arrow of that person missed, which meant that it was the last arrow he shot.
The bowstring trembled, and Yan Liqiang had already approached the man. The Five Mountains Facing the Sky Cone, one of the Eight Vajra Styles in the domineering Bajiquan, had already hit the man.
Amidst the gushing blood, the man's body was hit by Yan Liqiang and flew out like a cannonball. After knocking down two walls, it slid to the ground like mud...
(End of this chapter)