Zhao Wushu bent his bow and arrow, and shot down the enemy chief wearing a bear's skin with an arrow, but what happened next was beyond his expectations.
More than 20 horsemen rode Turks and still galloped on horseback, ignoring the big men who fell off their horses, what the hell is going on Wu Youji caught up, and when he saw him shoot down the enemy chieftain, he cheered loudly: "Good archery congratulations to Lvshuai Zhao for cutting down the enemy chieftain, as for those small fish and shrimp, run away."
"Hehe, General Wu, you and I have lost our eyes.
The Turks also know that they are playing stealing the day, hehe, the big fish is in that group of small fish and shrimp.
Zhao Wushu smiled and pointed at the group of fleeing Turks, and said, "Look at me shooting the real big fish." ” As he spoke, he bent his bow again and shot an armor-piercing cone aimed at a disheveled Turk.
This time he did not shoot people, but horses, and with an arrow he knocked down the galloping horse, and even the man and the horse fell to the ground.
Sure enough, after the man fell off his horse, the Turks grabbed the horse under his crotch and surrounded the man, and several people dismounted, lifted the man up, and helped him to another horse.
"Hahaha, I don't even want to run the door" Zhao Wushu shouted, and the war horse approached.
Wu Youji saw that Ma Lance followed closely with six subordinates.
The Turks helped the leader onto his horse, and only four or five people fled with him, and the remaining ten or so people, including the guy who had given up the war horse, screamed and pounced on them, intending to stop Zhao Wushu and them.
"Looking for death and killing" Zhao Wushu hung the three-stone bow on the saddle, and beat the horse with a horse lance in his hand and galloped straight to the enemy formation.
Back then, Zhao Zilong, the ancestor of my family, killed seven in and seven out of Cao Cao's 100,000 army, like entering a no-man's land.
Just a dozen or so rabble, in a certain eye, they are just local chickens and dog ears He raised his horse lance and slaughtered into the enemy's formation, and a horse lance pointed to the east and west, and beat slowly with speed, and everywhere he went, the Turks fell off their horses one after another, and he picked eight people in a row, and rode through.
The rest of the people have lost their hearts, where is enough for Wu Youji and the other seven people to kill, one by one, there is no living Turk in sight, only the ownerless war horse is wandering, still sniffing the owner's corpse.
Zhao Wushu was still the mount that killed the Turkic enemy chieftain with one arrow, and while they were panicking, he had already approached their side, so that they never had time to change horses.
A Turkic knight stretched out his hand to pull the leader onto the horse, and the two rode a war horse together, but they did not escape, perhaps they also knew that the other party had an eagle archer, and no matter how fast the war horse was, it could not escape the speed of the arrow.
Including the enemy chieftain, there were a total of five people and four horsemen, with only scimitars in their hands, and the other three stepped forward to meet Zhao Wuving.
Zhao Wushu held the side of the horse lance and shook it, and the cold and shining blade of the horse lance pierced into the person's throat like a silver snake spitting out a letter.
The lance didn't stop, and with a flick of its blade, it drew a strange arc and hit his wrist with the scimitar of another Turkic knight.
The meridians of the Turkic knight's wrist were broken, and he was no longer able to hold the scimitar, and just as the scimitar fell, his heart ached, and with a flash of cold light, a stream of bloody arrows shot out.
And it was at this time that the body of the first knight who was pierced in the throat fell from his horse.
At this time, Zhao Wushu had already crossed the three horsemen and faced the enemy chieftain, and at this moment, the horse lance in his hand reversed, and the blade was facing backwards, stabbing the other knight in the back of the heart.
Suddenly, three Turkic knights were killed in a row, and the last remaining knight was armed with a mace, jumped up from his horse, and pounced on Zhao Wushu head-on.
The mace is powerful and heavy, and it is a culling momentum that rises in the air, so it is naturally not suitable for the enemy.
Zhao Wuyi's horse lance leaned forward, but instead of colliding directly with the mace, he rubbed the mace about a foot away, and then, the horse lance quivered strangely and landed on the side of the mace.
The blade of the horse lance flashed with cold light, and with a smeak, the mace changed direction, and the knight involuntarily deviated from Zhao Wuyi, flying five feet away from him.
In a flash of cold light, the lance flew out of his hand, pinning the knight to the ground.
Zhao Wushu drew his knife in his hand, pointed at the enemy chieftain, and scolded: "Do you dismount and surrender, or let me cut off your head" The Turkic chieftain was also a man, and although he was slightly alarmed, he quickly disguised himself, threw away his scimitar, turned over and dismounted, and stood there.
Wu Youji came, took a closer look in the hazy morning light, couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhao, you really caught a big fish this time."
Do you know who this is the younger brother of the Great Khan, the Little Khan Kubli.
I said Brother Zhao, your luck is too good, you can't be jealous if you want to."
"Little Khan Kubli" Zhao Wudi didn't expect to hit him crookedly, and he was actually arrested.
"I am the little Turkic Khan Kubli, and now, I want to see your General Qin Huaiyu."
Kublai is neither arrogant nor humble.
He is a nobleman among the nobles, the younger brother of the Great Khan of Mosi, and is considered the number two person in the Turks, with his own tribe, and tens of thousands of people under his account, even if he is a prisoner, he must enjoy the corresponding treatment.
However, thinking of his tens of thousands of string controllers, his heart was full of bitterness, it's over, it's over A fire burned his string control man clean, even if he returned to the Turks, a tribal master who did not have the support of the string control man, what qualifications did he have to be a little khan The Turks are different from the Tang Dynasty, and they never follow the principle of "under the whole world, it is not the king's land, the shore of the land, and it is not the king's minister", but an alliance composed of countless tribes.
It's a place where strength speaks, and the leaders of the tribe come together and say how many warriors your tribe has, that is, how many people are in control of the strings, not how many cattle and sheep, or whose brother or son you are.
There is no man who controls the strings, there is no strong combat power, you are not a fart in the Turks, even the Great Khan is no exception.
In this Turkic region, the Great Khan must be the tribal leader with the most men and the most powerful fighting power under his tent, and he is no exception.
Unless you are the national teacher Aru Buhua, who does not have your own tribe, and just relies on a mouth, you fool yourself into the nominal third and actually the second person of the Turks.
Wu Youji thought about it, leaned over the horse slightly, and whispered to Zhao Wudi: "This person is very useful, and his use value may not be lower than that of Jieli Khan in the imperial court. ” Wu Youji is also a son of a family, although he lived a begging life in Lingnan in his childhood, it did not affect his political vision.
He was really afraid that Zhao Wushu would kill Kubli with a knife, this is a guy who doesn't follow common sense and likes to do things imaginatively and unexpectedly, in case of which tendon is wrong, a knife goes down, and the head falls to the ground, it will be too bad for this trophy.
"Hahaha, General Hahawu, that horse belongs to me, and this person belongs to you" Zhao Wushu glanced at Kubili and said indifferently
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