Chapter 8 Section five

Buhuaca continued to whip the Skull Dragon, and ran towards the White Wolf Group. "Give me a distance of one hundred and fifty steps. On one hundred and fifty steps, I can shoot an arrow on horseback and kill Meng Lehuo'er! I only need a distance of one hundred and fifty steps!" He shouted to The ghost bows issued an order, "Everyone, shoot in volley, don't dodge, don't look back. I want you to use your arrows to open a way for me!" He has also seen that the Flying Barracks cavalry has been unable to clear the way for him after the huge attrition. At this moment, the only thing he can look forward to is his brothers who follow him. The arrows of the ghost bow are invincible. s things.He only needs to be one hundred and fifty steps away from the White Night Canglang Banner, and he has fifty arrows behind him, as long as one of them pierces Meng Le Huo'er's throat.

"General! Look over there!" a Ghost Bow exclaimed, pointing at the tip of the bow. Buhuasa looked over, he couldn't believe what he saw.A figure running at high speed cut into the center of the white wolf group like a sharp blade. He held a five-foot long knife in one hand and a broad heavy sword in the other, spinning like a windmill. Those giant wolves in front of him were like It was a war horse that met a giant wolf, and retreated in horror, but it was too late. The speed of that person was like the shadow flying across the ground when the sun moved. The giant wolf he was staring at could not escape. The man jumped up suddenly, reaching the height of three people, and with a single slash, he split the wolf's skull and his master.

No one dared to get close to that person, blood flowers bloomed and withered around him, and he hissed wildly in the thick bloody smell. "Bronze blood." Buhuasa shivered faintly. Decades after King Chindahan, Bronze Blood reappeared in Pasur's house.When that frail young man broke out, he was as violent as his grandfather. It was like the scene where King Chindahan punished the traitors in front of all Qingyang nobles. Wherever he went, the warriors flashed an open space, and he rushed towards the place with the most people like a beast. The white wolf group was gradually separated under the pressure of one person, and the cracks became bigger and bigger, pointing to the position of the white wolf flag.

"Is Da Nayan going to give me this chance?" Buhuaa drew out the arrow of the songbird, put it on the string, and shot it into the air.This was the signal to attack, and the ghost bows threw the first shower of arrows at the white wolf group while galloping. He stared at the white night wolf flag fluttering in the cold wind, the battle flag of Shuobei wolf lord Meng Lehuo'er, he took this flag and withdrew from Beidu city more than 30 years ago, and he came back more than 30 years later. The pale blue banner of the northern desert was washed pale by the wind in the northern wilderness.Buhuala hoped to use that flag as a shroud for him and the wolf lord.

Under the flag of the wolf in the white night, Meng Lehuo'er was not riding on the wolf's back. There was a rough wooden chair under the battle flag. He leaned on the chair relaxedly, squinting his eyes to see the blood-red figure who seemed to have jumped out of a rock painting. Walk through the crowd.His son Hudulu Khan stood behind the chair respectfully. "That is Qingyang's pride, the blood of bronze, second only to King Xun's 'golden blood' in the grassland." Meng Lehuo sighed softly, "When I was young, I always longed to see the berserker with my own eyes. Slash and kill among tens of thousands of people to see what great things the Pantar God gave to the Pasur family. It is a pity that King Qindahan was alive at that time, and I was too young to come to the northern capital to challenge his majesty."

"Father, do you want to avoid the sharp edge?" Hudulu Khan said, "That's just a lunatic, don't worry about him, father." "No, that's not a lunatic, it's a noble berserker from the Pasur family, your sister's son." Meng Lehuo said. Hudulu Khan was taken aback. "Azule Pasur, the child of my dear daughter Lemo, I once had someone secretly draw his appearance in the Northern Wilderness for me to see. Look at his face and eyes, they don't look very similar. Lemo?" Meng Lehuo said lightly. Hudulu Khan looked out, only seeing a pair of blood-red beast-like eyes and a face dripping with blood.

Meng Lehuo'er stood up, picked up the big bronze ax leaning against the chair, and strode towards Asule.His deeds cut through the crowd like a sharp knife, and he ran, letting out a roar of Shen Xiong. On the high ground in the distance, Sanduluhayin spread the golden wolf flag on the ground, and put the mountain blue sky on the flag.Blood gushed out from Shan Bikong's body, staining the golden wolf on the flag red.His body was riddled with holes, and the moment Haleza hit him, he was irreparably damaged.The force that collided in his body at that moment lost control, like thousands of invisible snakes rushing out of his veins and redissipating into the heaven and earth.For a master occultist, being interrupted while casting a spell is fatal.

"Teacher! Teacher!" Sandulu Hayin pressed Shan Bikong's wound in panic, but his big hand couldn't cover it. "I won't die...Sanduluhanin, don't be afraid, I won't die...I'm just too tired...too tired..." Shan Bikong opened his eyes and said in an extremely weak voice, "But I can't die yet, if I die, Lei Bicheng will really regard this world as his battlefield... If I die...No one will be able to restrain the ferocious beast in his heart..." "So I won't die yet." Shan Bikong slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep extremely tired.

Sandulhayin tried the teacher's breath and felt slightly relieved.He took off the whole Gebu on his shoulders, carefully wrapped Shan Bikong and carried it on his shoulders, looked around vigilantly, and strode back.As a Kuafu warrior, he fought with the barbarians for ten years around the Huta River. He didn't trust these barbarians, whether they were Qingyang people or Shuobei people. In the distance, on the battlefield between the Flying Barracks and the White Wolf Regiment, an old man and his grandson fought with all their might, and thousands of wolves roared to the sky. "Leibi City." Sanduluha Yin silently read the name, looked to the south, and imagined the old man who was regarded as the most important companion by the teacher, but still worried.

"Mountain and blue sky." Lei Bicheng who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes. The morning sun shone in through the panes and fell into his eyes, and he had a bad feeling. "Don't die in Hanzhou," he whispered, "You madman who still wants to save the world." The first wave of arrows from the ghost bow was blocked by the wolf cavalry with leather shields. These leather shields made from the skin of the northern wild yak were extremely tough.The giant wolf that was hit by the feather arrow did not fall down either. Their huge body and thick fur allowed them to endure these dangerous weapons. The copper poison of the armor-piercing arrow was not fatal for a while, but would only cause bad blood later.

The Shuobei cavalry from the brigade behind was rushing to help here, forming a double-team.Buhuala was only 300 steps away from the White Night Canglang Banner. He vaguely saw Meng Lehuo'er surrounded by his personal guards and attacking Asule with weapons. Meng Lehuo'er was fully concentrated On the big axe, he was unaware of the plot of the ghost bow approaching at high speed.This is a perfect opportunity, Hua Ya felt that the forty-nine arrows on his back were shaking his body like a poisonous snake. He opened his bow, and a piece of broken arrow armor rubbed the edge of the leather shield and pierced a galloping wolf's eye.His blood boiled, and the bone dragon seemed to feel the master's murderous aura accelerated again. The flying barracks warriors in the melee tried their best to carve out a passage for them, and there were only 150 steps left to reach the effective shooting range, and 150 steps was just an arrow away. Sharp arrows. The wolf cavalry raised their leather shields high, and also dodged the road. Before Bu Huala could understand the purpose of doing so, he saw that in the camp of the beast-like wolf cavalry, there were silver-like white hair fluttering in the wind, coldly The eagle's eyes flashed, tens of thousands of arrows were densely inserted into the soil, and hundreds of long bows were stretched out.There was only the last layer of barrier left in front of the ghost bows, which was a fragile crane wing formation, which would be easily torn apart when the cavalry charged.But if matched with Yuren's arrows, it is the strongest.The neat strings sounded, as if the sound of thunder sounded in the depths of the innocent mind, and the crane with its wings spread out projected white, murderous feathers. For a moment he couldn't believe his eyes, the dirty, ferocious, beast-like wolf cavalry and the noble, indifferent, crane-like feathered man stood side by side, and the hundreds of arrows that rushed towards them smashed a piece of ghost bow in an instant. Sweep down. The Ghost Bows didn't have shields to defend against, and they didn't need to guard against stray arrows. They should be the fastest and farthest archers on this grassland, because there are no feathered people on the Hanzhou grassland.Under the range of Yuren's longbow, the barbarian bow had no room to fight back. The feathered archers quickly pulled out the arrows in front of them, and opened their bows again. Archery seemed to be their talent, and they didn't need orders at all. They had a tacit understanding, and they naturally knew which weak spot to throw the rain of arrows on the enemy.For ghost bowmen, archery is the hunting of eagles, and for feathermen, it is a condescending and emperor's killing. After decades of accumulation and generations of reproduction, Qingyang's proud ghost bow has no way to fight back under the arrows of Yuren.The few arrows that were fired fell exhausted halfway. "Rush over! Rush over!" Bu Huaa roared. He has no choice, he knows that the further he rushes forward, the more his brothers will die, but he only has one chance, and that is the path made by those flying barracks cavalry. He got it. Buhua jumped off the horse and walked forward.Speed ​​was important at the moment, but a huge target on horseback would make him a target for arrows.He was running, firing arrows with all his strength, and the ghost bows around him galloped past, covering him behind the horse.The Ghost Bows knew the leader's intentions, it was time for them to open the final passage for the leader, and they only needed to move forward a hundred steps, maybe eighty steps. The feathered archers are not affected by the charging momentum of the ghost bows at all. They have been training since childhood, facing the sun every day and repeating the action of opening the bow without blinking. The muscles of the whole body are coordinated to the best state for drawing the bow. Trained as archers, their experience is that only high-speed shooting can survive on the battlefield. Even if the enemy's horse rushes to only one step away, an elite Yuren archer will not draw his sword, but habitually Pull the next arrow from the ground. Fifty steps, forty steps, thirty steps, Buhuasa watched the brothers in front of him fall off in rows like harvested crops, they were all dead, only the wounded horses were left to rush forward, as His shield, no time to grieve, he was almost within range, his heart beating wildly. Asule held Shadow Moon in his backhand and hurriedly retreated, the wolf cavalry cheered wildly. This is unimaginable, an old man, not only was not overwhelmed by the berserkers of the Pasur family, but had an advantage.Meng Lehuo'er's big bronze axe swung unmatchedly and knocked Asule back step by step. Asule rushed forward like a trapped animal several times, but failed. "You are far behind King Chindahan, are you worthy of becoming a berserker?" Meng Lehuo gasped heavily. "Imad, Gulal, Nagorhonga, this is the blood of my ancestors." "Their souls see me in the dark, they bequeath me noble blood and flesh, they bequeath me the blessing of the gods." "We are destined to be the lords of the grassland, we are destined to be the emperors of the world, and we are destined to be the only messengers of God." Asule called out the names of his ancestors hoarsely, his blood red eyes became brighter because of these curse-like words. Le Huo'er's shoulder fell off. "The Pasur family is in decline." Meng Lehuo'er said these words, and put the big bronze ax on his shoulder. Yingyue slashed the big axe, but failed to shatter the piece of bronze, and collapsed back instead. Meng Lehuo'er reached out to grab Asule's head at that moment, lifted him up high, and then punched Hit him on the back of the neck and knocked him out. Buhua's arrow failed to shoot, because Meng Lehuo'er blocked Asule in front of him, and looked in the direction of Buhua's coldly. Before Huala knew that he had failed, Menglehuoer had seen through their tactics from the very beginning and set up a perfect ambush trap. The two flags were the bait, and Menglehuoer used himself as the bait, the ghost Bows, tiger and leopard riders, gale tents, and flying barracks are all moths that commit suicide by throwing themselves on fire. Buhuasa turned his head to look behind him, there was no one there, he stood alone on the battlefield, the feathered archers completed their task, silently put their longbows in their pockets, pulled out the remaining feathered arrows and retreated.The wolf cavalry slowly approached Buhuashui. When Ba Bang approached the white wolf regiment with his horse, none of the wolf cavalry stopped him, but got out of the way for him.The remnants of the Flying Barracks had retreated, and the Shuobei warriors who had finished the massacre stopped chasing and retreated calmly. Ba Bang came here just to find Asule. Asule was lying on the lap of an old man. The old man was sitting on a chair with the White Night Wolf flag flying behind his back. Ba Bang knew who it was, and it seemed that Meng Lehuoer was waiting for him.Ba Bang took off his helmet and nodded in greeting. "Is this the Tiefutu of Qingyang? You dare to come here, you really have extraordinary courage. Then take my grandson back. He has the blood of bronze, which is very precious. I don't want him to die. The environment in my village is too He should wait for his grandfather to visit him in the city." Meng Lehuo looked at Ba Bang and said lightly, "Tell him when he wakes up, relying on the inheritance passed down from his ancestors Brutal Blood Killer is nothing more than a sheep with leopard's claws. He disappoints me, he is far worse than his grandpa. Only when his heart is also filled with blood can he truly be called Pasur The Berserker of the family." Two wolf cavalrymen lifted Asule up and sent him to Ba Bang's saddle. "What are you waiting for? You can't kill me, and I still have prisoners of war to interrogate." Meng Lehuo waved his hand and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed. Ba Bang took his horse away, and the few remaining iron Buddhas were waiting for him not far away. Each of them carried the corpses of the dead in battle behind their saddles. They had to transport these precious armors back to the northern capital, although It seems that it is useless, and they can't even train anyone to fight in these armors in a short time. Hudulu Khan looked at the back of Ba Bang leaving, and his heart moved slightly. He drew out the long bow at his waist and pointed it at the back of Ba Bang's head. His bow skills were good enough to hit. "Hudulu Khan, what are you going to do?" Meng Lehuo'er's ax slowly pressed against the back of his son's neck. Hudulu Khan's whole body froze. He knew how many heads had been cut off by his father's hand with that not-so-sharp axe.He is the only son of Menglehuo'er, but if he dares to question Menglehuo'er's authority in front of everyone, Menglehuo'er will definitely let the blood-stained ax fall down. Hudulu Khan retracted his bow slowly, and threw the bow and arrows on the ground, "That kid looks dangerous, we shouldn't keep him." "I said to let them go, Menglehuo'er Uerhan's life, he will always fulfill his promise." Menglehuo'er also took back the axe. He looked at the back of Asule and his party, and smiled coldly, "My son Hudulu Khan, you are eager to attack him because you are worried that he will affect your status? My blood is flowing from this child's body. Xue, do you think I like this child, and you are afraid of him?" Hudulu Khan did not answer, but looked up at the sky. "Shan Bikong, what do you think?" Meng Lehuo said lightly. "He is a sky-drive warrior, but he is still too young to pose a threat to us. Letting him go now will be beneficial. The nobles in the northern capital will try to join us. If we kill the grandson of the wolf lord If they die, they will understand that there is no way out, they will either fight to the death or flee to the south. It may not be a good thing for us." Shan Bikong, who was riding on the neck of Sandulu Hayin, said, "Besides, it was the wolf lord at the beginning who exchanged marriage. Returning to the peace with the Qingyang Department, this child is the result of a marriage, and the Wolf Lord should take care of the friendship." Meng Lehuo grinned and smiled silently, "Yes, he is the child of my most beloved daughter Lemo. My Lemo is the most beautiful flower in the north of the grassland. But I have to let her Marry my enemy in exchange for her father's retreat..." He smiled and his face suddenly changed, as if an evil spirit was furious, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were so ferocious that he seemed to want to kill someone, "She also gave birth to a boy with Guo Leer! Let him point the weapon at him Grandpa! This is my indelible shame!" In his roar, everyone trembled. After the angry expression gradually subsided after a long time, Mengle Huo'er sighed, "He said his name is Asule Pasur...Look at his eyes, they look like Guo Leer. Hudulu Khan, you are so stupid, can't you see? He will never be our friend!"