Iron horses are like the sea, and flags are displayed.
In the sea of cavalry, there are two people riding tall horses, wearing mink hats and fox furs, like stars holding the moon, looking extraordinary and majestic.
Behind him, a large flag flutters in the wind, and the pattern on it is embroidered with a green wolf roaring in the sky, which is lifelike, rendering the wild nature of the green wolf vividly and incomprehensibly.
The two horses, one green and one black, are tall and have strong legs and feet, and they are both good horses that are one in a million, that is, the so-called thousand-mile horse, which is worth ten thousand gold, but it is not available.
Its hair is like silk, unified, without a little variegation, blown by the wind, the hair is undulating like waves, shining with a lustrous luster.
The knight on the black horse was about thirty years old, and he was born with slender-eyed eyes, a white face and a short beard, and a straight appearance, which could be called a beautiful man.
It's just that what is puzzling is that this person looks left and right, horizontally and vertically, and he is a Tang person.
A Tang man mixed in the Turkic army, like a fish in water, free, and moreover, high-ranking officials have to be done, horses have to ride, it is really incredible.
The man riding the green horse was a Turkic nobleman with a bulging forehead, deep-set eye sockets, yellow eyes and green eyes, a black face and a wide mouth, and the bridge of his nose was like an eagle's beak with a curved hook at the front end, and his face was unbridled and unbridled, faintly glowing with green light.
At this time, the two of them were staring at the pier near the Shuofang City Gate Tower.
"The national teacher thinks that the reason why the hit rate of that eight-ox crossbow has increased too much is because of the ghost of the monkey dancing and jumping up and down," the bearded Turkic nobleman asked hesitantly.
"Exactly" The national teacher half-squinted his eyes, his hands were short, his expression was indifferent, and he looked quite unfathomable, profound, and fairy-like charm.
"Could it be that the monkey is a very clever wizard," the Turkic nobleman's eyes lit up, and he thought of a possibility.
The Turks thought they were descendants of the god Sirius, who was too far away from the earth to walk the world and shepherd all souls for him.
The Khan and his descendants are naturally natural spokesmen, there is no doubt about it.
In addition, there is a group of people, that is, wizards, who are the servants of the Sirius God, and they can also communicate with the Sirius God once in a while and borrow a little bit of the power of the gods.
Therefore, everything that they cannot understand, that they cannot control, that is beyond common sense, is all due to the power of God.
This is indeed a good habit, saving worry and effort.
Hearing this, the white-faced national teacher did not immediately take over the conversation, but stared at Zhao Wushu with two eyes, and a dazzling light bloomed in his eyes, almost substantial, as if he wanted to pass through this hundreds of zhang space and see Zhao Wuwu's soul clearly.
After a long time, the white-faced national teacher sighed: "I'm afraid I was right by the little khan."
"Hahaha" The Turkic man who was called the Little Khan by the national teacher laughed, without the slightest awe of the wizard, and said proudly: "Mere witchcraft, what a foot to say, my Turks are invincible warriors given by the wolf god, and the national teacher, please sit and watch the power of my Turkic warriors' divine arrows." ” The little khan let out a contemptuous laugh, and then, speaking to a great Turkic man with a longbow on his back, "Abuli, my invincible warrior, go, and use the arrow of death given to you by the wolf god to deprive that monkey of his life."
The tone of the little khan was unquestionable, as if he was really the spokesman of the Sirius God, and with a wave of his hand, he could determine the life and death of the world.
"The great little Khan, son of the supreme Sirius God, I, Abuli, your servant, am honored to serve you, your word is the will of God, and he will not see the night fall."
Abli knelt on one knee, touched his chest with one hand, and took the little khan's order.
"Go, my warrior, the Immortal Heaven will grant you divine powers," the little khan chucked in a long voice and chanted loudly.
Abuli took the blessing of the little khan and took the order Abuli, the Turkic condor archer who shot and wounded Qin Huaiyu yesterday, and another Hercules, Aga, are respected as the "invincible warriors" of the Turks, and enjoy the respect and admiration of all the Turks.
In fact, as an invincible warrior of the Turks, the condor shooter in the hands of the condor, he was very resistant to the orders of the little khan in his heart, and he did not want to carry it out.
As an invincible condor shooter, he has his dignity and pride.
The arrow in his hand shot at the king of the air and the enemy's general, and now the little khan asked him to shoot a so-called wizard, an unknown man.
This is simply an insult to him, including his arrows and his people.
However, the king's order cannot be violated, and since the little khan has opened his mouth, Abuli has no choice but to carry it out.
Abuli is tall and athletic, with long hands and feet, and eyes as sharp as eagles.
However, his dress was very ordinary, not at all in line with the identity of an "invincible warrior", mixed in the cavalry heap guarding the siege vehicles, like a drop of water entering the ocean, and suddenly disappeared.
Abuli mixed in with the cavalry pile, and walked slowly, gradually entering the range of the bow and arrow.
However, this refers to the range of his bow and arrow, not the Shuofang City Border Army.
As a result, he is safe and not afraid of being attacked.
He hid in the crowd, his sharp eyes locked on Zhao Wuyi, took off his longbow, and between his fingers he held a wolf's tooth arrow, bending his bow and arrow Zhao Wushu was directing the launch of the Eight Bull Crossbow, dancing with his hands and jumping up and down, but he really looked like a monkey.
Suddenly, there was a panic for no reason, followed by numbness on the scalp, hair standing on end, chills all over the body, and a great terror approaching in the subconscious.
He didn't even think about it, he fell backwards, it was called a crisp and decisive, and his body slammed heavily on the hard ground, almost falling apart.
In the process of falling, a cold light passed above him, less than five inches from his face, and the sharp wind blew his cheeks painfully.
It was a wolf's tooth arrow, which passed through Zhao Wuyi's top, and hit a soldier who was otherwise on guard a few zhang away in the back, and the momentum continued unabated, and the strong force carried him backwards, rolling down under the city wall.
This is the arrow of the condor shooter, and it is also the arrow of the kill, if the arrow misses, there must be a backhand.
Sure enough, there were two cold rays of light, one in front and one behind, only a few feet apart, and the direction of their arrow attacks was slightly biased to the sides.
This is the back hand of the Condor Shooter, three arrows in a row, known as the three-in-a-row arrow method, one arrow misses, whether you flash to the left or right, you can't dodge the next two arrows.
An arrow on the left missed, passed through two soldiers, crossed the wall, and did not know where it fell A personal soldier sent by Xue Na was armed with an iron shield, remembering Xue Na's orders, and dutifully protecting Zhao Wushu.
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When he saw Zhao Wushu fall, he thought he was injured, so he leaned over to check, just lowered his head, and the last wolf tooth arrow hit him in the head, and its momentum was unabated, and it smashed heavily on Zhao Wuving's body with his body.
A burst of pain came from all over his body, Zhao Wushu wanted to cry without tears, full of grief and indignation: