The wind and snow are chaotic, and people go to horseshoe diseases The snow was blowing heavily, but for more than an hour, the snow on the ground was already five or six inches thick, because the wind stirred it, forming a nest of snow. \ The snow that had just fallen had not yet frozen, and Zhao Wudi galloped on his horse, leaving a clear mark on the snow and guiding the pursuers behind.
Zhao Wushu didn't know that there were five Turkic scouts following his buttocks, chasing after him along the horseshoe prints, and the reason why he didn't hesitate to gallop was because the military situation was urgent, and he couldn't delay, and he was eager to deliver the enemy situation to Shuofang City.
The military situation is like fire, and if you have insight into the enemy's situation early, Shuofang City will be able to take countermeasures in advance, reduce your own battle losses, and even turn the tide of the battle, thus changing the outcome of a war.
Drunk and lying on the knees of the beauty, waking up the soldiers of the world, talking and laughing, the captives are gone In ancient times, how many famous generals sat in the big tent, strategized, and won thousands of miles away, which sounds extremely yearning and worship, regarded as heaven and man, but who still remembers that behind these famous generals, how many scouts went deep behind the enemy, climbed the ice and snow, slept in the open air, and investigated the enemy's every move clearly, and passed it to the case of the famous generals, creating the famous generals' reputation of "knowing themselves and knowing their opponents, and not being defeated in a hundred battles".
Zhao Wuving was a general in his previous life, and he fought in the north and south with Qi Jiguang, so he naturally knew the importance of the enemy's situation.
He used his lance to whip his horses without mercy, and used his skillful riding skills to control them to prevent them from slipping in the snow.
At this time, if the horse stumbles in the snow and throws the war horse out of the way, Zhao Wushu will really want to cry without tears.
In the snowstorm, with only two legs, God knows when he will be able to reach Shuofang City The horse is like a swimming dragon, crashing into the flying snow in the sky, looking at it from afar, riding the dust, four hooves flying, stepping on the snow and passing by, if it is not the hoof prints in the snow, I think it is flying in the wind, and the sky is free.
However, even in the cold north wind, the body of the war horse was still steaming hot, sweating like pulp, and after running to Shuofang City in this state, the war horse was also wasted.
Although the physical body inherited by Zhao Wushu was not strong and vigorous enough to display the strong internal force and clever combat skills of his previous life, it was fortunate that it did not affect his soul.
His soul was preserved intact, and the memories of this physical body were fused, and his mental power was improved as a result.
At this time, he has strong mental power and a sense of vigilance against potential dangers.
It was precisely because of this advance foreboding of the crisis that he dodged the killer arrow and failed the sneak attack of the Turkic scouts.
He suddenly leaned down on the horse's back, clinging to it, and in the midst of the lightning and flint, he heard only a strong wind, and a wolf's tooth arrow passed over the horse's head.
Zhao Wushu didn't need to look back, and instantly understood that there was an enemy horse chasing behind him.
In an instant, he carefully controlled the warhorse, arcing around the left front to avoid the cold arrows that followed, and scanning the enemy with his peripheral vision.
There are five horsemen chasing behind, there are still dozens of zhang distance from each other, one of them is holding a longbow, the string is like a full moon, as the bowstring is released, the arrow is like a meteor, through the dense flying snow, towards Zhao Invincible.
The bow is a two-stone bow, the arrow is a wolf's tooth arrow, and the jet-black arrow flashes the cold of metal, which is instantaneous.
However, at this time, Zhao Wushu controlled the trajectory of the war horse running in an arc, and it was irregular, and he couldn't aim at all, losing the opportunity to sneak attack, and the threat was naturally greatly reduced.
The arrow is like a meteor, and the distance of dozens of zhang is just around in the blink of an eye, but in Zhao Wudi's eyes, the flight of the wolf's tooth arrow has become slow, and the trajectory of the wolf's tooth arrow flight can be clearly captured.
After the arrow leaves the string, it is flying by inertia, and it cannot change direction without encountering external forces.
Zhao Wushu stretched out his horse lance and lightly tapped the side of the arrow, and the wolf's tooth arrow was interfered with by an external force, and then changed direction and passed several feet away from him.
This is a kind of skill, not to fight hard with force, but the so-called four or two dialing a thousand catties, which belongs to the clever martial arts, what is needed is to be quick with eyes and hands, and the timing and position must be grasped just right, almost not at all.
Because of the limitations of his physical strength, Zhao Wushu could not convince people with his strength, and could only make up for it with skill and experience, but fortunately, only a few Turkic scouts were chased, not ten thousand enemies with superior martial arts.
He controlled the war horse to draw an arc in the snow, and had already reflexively charged towards the enemy horseman.
The enemy cavalry has been chased, and there are as many as five cavalry, and Zhao Wudi, who is alone, cannot escape at all, so he can only turn around to meet the battle.
Moreover, these Turkic scouts were covered in blood, and even their weapons were stained with blood, and it was obvious that they had already encountered Zhang Benlei and others, and the results were self-evident.
Since the enemy cavalry has already chased after him, then there is no need to guess to know that Zhang Benlei and the others are no longer there.
This made Zhao Wuving's heart twist like a knife, and all kinds of the past surfaced one by one, and sure enough, life and death were goodbye, and they would never be seen again.
He was very angry in his heart, but he forcibly controlled his emotions and kept calm, so that he bit his lip, and the hot blood was a little fishy, a little bitter.
Tens of zhang distance, with the speed of galloping horses, it can be said that it is instantaneous, and there is no time to release cold arrows, so you can only use knives and guns to harvest life.
There were five Turkic scouts, and they did not gather together, but dispersed, which gave Zhao Wushu a good opportunity to break them one by one.
Two Turkic scouts greeted the bread from the left and the right, brandishing scimitars, screaming, and their eyes shining with green light, looking hideous and terrifying.
The Turks claimed to be the descendants of the wolf god, bloodthirsty and warlike by nature, and bathed in blood in the bloody battle with Zhang Benlei and others, which inspired the ferocity and wildness in their hearts.
Now that he has met Zhao Wuving, who is alone, it is like a hungry wolf touching a fat sheep, he is so excited that he can't help himself, he lets out a terrible howl in his mouth, slaps his horse and swings his knife, and wants to tear Zhao Wuvin apart.
Zhao Wudi is holding a long weapon horse lance in his hand, the so-called one inch long, one inch strong, as the heir of the ancient martial arts family, naturally the advantages of the long weapon are brought into full play.
He chose to fight long and short, and break the scimitar with a horse lance.
The two Turkic scouts saw only a flash of cold light, followed by a pain in their throats, followed by a blackening of their eyes, a dull look in their eyes, and a rapid passage of life.
The scimitar was raised high, and it was too late to cut it down, Zhao Wuyi's face was pale, his eyes were cold, and he didn't bother to look at them again as the war horse passed through them.
Losing the control of their master, the scimitar fell into the snow, and there was a bloody hole in the throat of the two Turkic scouts, which was not large, but there was blood gushing thinly. thump Two Turkic scouts fell from their horses almost simultaneously, and one of them was dragged by his horse with his left foot in a stirrup and his back facing the sky.
His eyes widened, as if he was asking the sky, because he couldn't understand until he died: it was obviously a ray of light, why did we both get hit His questions were unanswered, and even the heavens ignored them, and they could only continue to die
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