After all, Alaya is the swordsman I taught by myself. Even if her tired arms are sore, she still stands in front of me without flinching. Gradually, she was unable to simply rely on her sword energy to shake off the arrows coming from the sky, and had to use her sword to push away the arrows that threatened my life in the form of hand-to-hand combat.
I don't retreat, and she doesn't leave.
She doesn't ask me why either.
When she got closer to her limit and the arrow brushed against her cheek, leaving a patch of blood dripping, Alayya said softly:
"Master. It's time to go."
Before he finished speaking, a distinctive arrow with blood-colored patterns pierced through the air, and shot accurately at Alaiya's neck. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my arms. At the same time, I turned to one side, letting the arrow shoot into the air. But then I discovered that the situation was worse than I had imagined. The arrow sank neatly into the city wall next to me, tearing apart the concrete defense line I was so proud of from the arrowhead to the arrow feathers completely. It's like setting up a mortar and fucking fucking me.
This is out of the category of bow and arrow.
I took a look under the city wall, and found that the gang of Zhaochen's bastards had changed their formation again.
If the formation last time was full of flowers, this time the formation is full of stars. I can't understand it a little bit, but I understand it in general. The burly warrior standing in the middle is holding a longbow about 1.5 meters high in his hand. The thick texture is not ordinary at first glance. He himself is about the level of the fourth level of archery, and theoretically there is no way to shoot such a fierce arrow at such a long distance. But now the lineup has changed, and other people gather around him to form a circle similar to a magic circle. This formation is extremely particular, and it precisely transfers the power of other people to the warrior at the eye of the formation. At that moment, relying on these hundreds of people, they forcefully raised the bow of that warrior by two stages. If it weren't for my sharp eyesight and quick hands, Alaya, who was physically exhausted, would have been able to take the arrow.
But this commander does have something.
Alaya is the fifth level of swordsmanship, and she was promoted to the fifth level of swordsmanship just a month ago. She has been with me for four or five years, even if I personally guide her, her promotion speed is like this. But relying on the formation, the opponent can pull a person who is at the fourth level of the bow to the sixth level of the bow in an instant, and cross the distance that ordinary people may not be able to cross in a few years or even decades. This magical formation The law really opened my eyes.
After the girl in the wheelchair asked others about the situation, she raised her head again and looked over with frowns.
She probably didn't expect the arrow to fail.
I moved Alaya aside and called down:
"Hey! What else can you do, use it and show me."
The girl in the wheelchair didn't answer, the brat next to me jumped, pointed at me and cursed:
"Don't be complacent! It's just that you were lucky enough to avoid it. How capable do you think you are! Sooner or later, you will be smashed to pieces, and you will feel better then!"
No, I don't understand.
You say you, direct and don't direct, and make trouble beside you.
I ignored him and asked the girl in the wheelchair directly:
"Continue? I'll give you another chance. I'll stand on the city wall. It's your job to kill me. How about it?"
Before the girl could answer, the child next to her shouted angrily:
"Don't run away if you have the ability! Get ready, give me—"
Before he finished speaking, the girl in the wheelchair whispered:
"Don't be impulsive, Atta."
The boy shook the wheelchair, shaking the girl sitting in the car from side to side, and muttered:
"Don't be impulsive, sister, how long have we been fighting this broken city. It's rare to have such a good opportunity now, why not take it?"
The girl bit her lip, her eyes were always closed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.
Seeing that no one was shooting arrows, I picked a flat brick and sat down, and started my performance in a leisurely manner:
"Hurry up. You see how enlightened your brother is. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. At that time, I will retreat to the city, and it will be difficult for you to find me again."
The boy said to me viciously:
"Crazy! Make you crazy again!"
He ignored his sister and shouted at the army:
"Fire arrows! Let me shoot arrows! Fang Lita is the city lord, and now I order you to shoot that bastard who knows nothing about heights into a sieve!!"
I looked down coldly with my eyes.
Unsurprisingly, even when he gave orders, no one listened to him.
The commander here is not him, and the army doesn't seem to trust him at all. The people around him looked at the girl in the wheelchair with questioning eyes, as if they were waiting for her to express their opinion. In desperation, the young man rushed directly to the iron tower-like archer, punched his stomach hard, and tried to snatch the bow back from his hand.
The archer took a punch from him and didn't dare to resist, but there was a slight indifference on his face.
I crossed my legs and watched this scene lazily.
The girl in the wheelchair glanced east.
The boy named Fang Lita gritted his teeth viciously, but after calming down for a few breaths, he actually restrained his anger, and turned to the girl in a flattering tone and said:
"Sister, I beg you. It's not like you don't know how active that fat man named Fang Yuan is recently. If this continues, I will never be Lord Zhaochen for the rest of my life..."
At this time, the girl in the wheelchair spoke up and said in a low voice:
"The back formation changed to the front formation, and we retreated thirty miles. Set up camp and wait a little longer."
Fang Lita frowned, but the army had already begun to deliver the girl's order and was about to retreat.
The girl raised her face in my direction, frowned, and pursed her lips.
She comforted Fang Lita and said:
"This city will always be here and won't run away. Sooner or later, you will walk into this city in style."
Fang Lita nodded, and shouted at me with air:
"Let you live a few more days!"
On this point, he still seemed to listen to his sister very much.
The girl in the wheelchair was still scared. If that arrow didn't succeed, she didn't plan to make more attempts. But what she did was right. It is impossible for Yunyang Territory to allow me to be harassed and raided all the time. Either it will send troops here, or it will announce that I will be expelled from Yunyang. One of these two things will always come. When the result came out, she was even more reckless about whether to fight or leave.
Watching hundreds of people leave in a uniform order like the wind, I don't feel a little relaxed in my heart.
For something like an empty city plan, singing once is the limit.
The time gained... must allow Yuxi City to withstand the next baptism.