Just as everyone thought Zuo Xiaowei was frightened by the Tatars, there was a piercing whistle from the quiet army formation. Three oxs were fired instantly, and the five-foot-long arrow carried a shovel. The arrow-shaped, moonblade-like tail feathers sank into the Tatar army like lightning under the shining of the winter sun, bringing out forty-five blood troughs of various lengths.
Break it down? Can Zhou Ren’s Ba Niu Pi be used like this? When everyone knew it, Zhou people used eight cows to guard the city, and they were all equipped with guns with a thick arm of one foot long. Although the power was huge, the lethality was very limited, and the second winding was also very troublesome, often not. Waiting for the opponent to rewind for the second time, he will be able to rush to Zhouren's castle.
But when Da Tamu thought of the number of times Zuo Xiaowei had wound the eight cows, his scalp was tingling.
"Damn it, you shouldn't have used the horse to fight with Zhou people."
Damu was very upset in his heart, but if he was asked to re-elect, he would definitely choose not to use the horse, because not only he was other Tatars, but also the Tuyuhun and Uyghurs. These people are the same as this. Don't take Da Zhou's army too seriously.
Da Zhou's army is synonymous with waste to them, and the so-called Zuo Xiaowei in front of them this time is even more waste in waste. However, as long as the Emperor of the Great Zhou has the choice, he will never let such a waste army come to a duel with the great Tatar warrior.
Now in the presence of these people, if he defeated the trash in the group of trash in front of him with an iron cavalry, it would not be a glorious thing even if he won.
That’s what Datamu thought in his heart, and the same in the heart of the King of Black Mountain. Tatar was the weakest in China in the three countries around the Great Zhou, but he was not a master who was unwilling to succumb to others, so Ying Tianmen In the previous duel, they would take this opportunity anyway to show off the prestige of the Tatars.
It's just that these three Ba Niu Ji... It was just an accident. Yes, it was just an accident. It was only three Ba Niu Jiu, so the distance would be the limit even if he could open the bow three times soon after he was wound up.
And how many warriors can I kill in three shots? As long as you rush into the army of Zhou people, as long as you rush into the army, you can be like a tiger into the flock, and even this waste will not allow my Tatar warriors to harvest their heads like chopping melons and vegetables
In the three waves of arrow feathers, the first wave took away hundreds of Tatar lives. According to Wu Zhengyuan's plan, he wanted the other party to die before they collided with each other.
But unfortunately, the time is too short. There are only three such eight-niu pirates in hand. I knew that such niu-niu pirates are so easy to use against the Tatars. At that time, I had to let the guy who lost the public to make more for himself. Some, even if you just build one more!
At this time, Wu Hou actually didn't have much time to sigh, because the Tatars quickly ran into him. The only thing to be thankful for was that these three waves of shooting had completely disrupted the opponent's formation at this time.
The black mountain king wolf ride in the ebony river bumped up like a tide...
These wolves were already long and fierce and evil, and they were splashed with blood all the way along the way. Now this is even more terrifying.
The Zuo Xiaowei soldiers standing in the first row, even if they are worth one hundred thousand taels of silver, make veterans like Bi Heng give up their lives, but at this time, when they face this group of wolves and tigers, they smashed the mountains. Wang Lang couldn't help playing drums when he was riding.
At this moment, another piercing whistle sounded, and Zuo Xiaowei, who was still beating his heart, instinctively pierced the spear in his hand.
The number of times such Dong Zuo and their whistle stabbed was not a million times or even 100,000 times. Wu Zheng didn't let them practice anything else, so they let them stab their guns. What they were guarded against was stupid at this point.
Facts proved that Wu Zheng's training was pretty good. Once the steel-clad Mitsubishi spear head was pierced out, the Black Mountain King Wolf’s armor was immediately pierced by the Zuo Xiaowei soldiers, and then blood spattered.
The Black Mountain Guardian Wolf Cavaliers rushing in the forefront may not even think of understanding until death. Haven't all these wastes been frightened by myself? The whole shaking was like sifting the chaff, why did he stabbed himself to the heart with a single shot, as if he didn't listen to his hands and feet in an instant
Before Zuo Xiaowei's first row of long spears were shot out, the second row of long spears followed closely with the whistle, and pierced out of the gap in the first row.
What is one inch long and one inch strong? Zuo Xiaowei’s armor-piercing spear is one foot long, and the longest steel knife of the Black Mountain King Wolf rides is less than five feet. This is the difference... (End of this chapter)