In just a moment, dozens of arrows shot towards Yan Liqiang among the Shatu people in the group.

The arrow was approaching, Yan Liqiang was in the air, and his robe was taken off with a sound of brush. He just shook and swung the robe, and the robe suddenly became like a shield, flying around Yan Liqiang, sweeping away all the arrows that were shot. With his body flashing, Yan Liqiang had already jumped a hundred meters away, crossing the roof of a house that had not yet collapsed, and leaving the sight of the archers of those Shatu people.

The archers in the Shatu crowd over there were no time to shoot the second arrow, because the command of the governor of Pingxi County, the arrows of the crossbowmen on this side had fallen into the Shatu team like a locust.

In just an instant, hundreds of people fell from Shatu, and screamed in the street.

At this time, Shatu people stood densely on the street, even if they shot arrows with their eyes closed, they could hit people. When it comes to strong bows and crossbows, there are many Shatu people over there, but the number is still too different from the one here.

The real battle begins at this time and breaks out in an instant...

Before the two sides met in close combat, the two sides shot at the streets at about a distance of about a hundred meters.

When the Shatu people's arrows came, all the shields raised their shields. In a jingling sound, most of the arrows shot over there were blocked by the iron shields in front of the team. Even if the arrows fell among the sergeants behind, because the soldiers here were all wearing armor and helmets, the damage caused by the arrows was very limited. Some soldiers fell down here, but most of the soldiers still approached quickly towards the Shatu people with firm steps.

The crossbowman here set his bow for the second time. Amid the screams, the Shatu people rushing towards this side fell down one after another like straw under the harvester. The area where the Shatu people archers who had shot arrows before was taken care of by the archers here. When the third round of arrows there was already half sparse...

The teams on both sides collided in the street in a blink of an eye while running.

The Shatu people rushed over were all ferocious, holding a scimitar, and shouting in their mouths...

The team here was neatly arranged. The shield-holding warrior rushed forward and instantly inserted the iron shield to the ground, squatted down, and pressed the shield with his shoulders. The spearmen behind him, like Lin's spear, stabbed out from the top and gaps of the iron shield on those sides, and only shouted one word, "Kill..."

From a distance, it seemed that large clusters of thorns grew around the iron shield in an instant.

The Shatu people who rushed over were not facing a long spear, but a cluster of spears, which could not be stopped and could not be avoided. Even if the scimitar in their hands could block one or two spears, how could they block the large clusters of spears that were stabbed around? At this time, not to mention ordinary warriors, even warriors at level 1 of warriors or dragon warriors, they did not have much ability to fight back in front of such a battle formation!

In an instant, large patches of blood-colored flowers bloomed from the blooming steel thorns and sprinkled the streets.

Under the cover of the shield, the dense spears were pulled back, stabbed out, pulled back, and stabbed out again...

The so-called close combat, in front of the real army, is only this simple and mechanical movement, and the dark and cold gun heads turn blood red in the blink of an eye.

The crossbowman behind was not idle either. Two more rounds of arrows flew past. The team of Shatu people who were rushing over on the street was instantly combed by arrow rain, and it suddenly became mostly loose.

The troops in front of us are different from those in the city who saw them angry but not speak out before. They are not afraid to come over to investigate when they see a lot of people gathered together. They must smile carefully, fearing that they will do anything. This is the real battle, this is the combat effectiveness of the real Han Erlang army.

Amid the flying flesh and blood and howling, watching the people around him fall down one by one, many Shatu people rushed over with a sense of courage suddenly felt fear.

Liu Yucheng, the governor of Pingxi County, crossed the line of fire like a big bird, and fell into the team of Shatu people behind him in a flash. With a wave of the big sword in his hand, the three Shatu people rushing towards him suddenly turned into six and a half, and flew away. With another wave, the bodies of several Shatu people rushing up and the scimitars in their hands were all dismembered and thrown away.

Liu Yucheng took one step at a time, directly among the dense Shatu people, rushed to the Shatu people who were talking to Wang Jianbei just now. In the terrified eyes of the old Shatu man, he waved his sword and cut off the man's head.

"Bah, you, the old dog, also agree with us..." Liu Yucheng smiled coldly.

After just a moment of fighting, the morale and courage of the Shatu people blocked the street instantly melted like ice and snow. At the end of the Shatu people's team, someone had already turned around and ran away...

The Shatu people suddenly understood that this time, these Han people came to them for real, gathering together to clamor and clamor was no longer useful, and threats were no longer useful. If you dare to rush forward with a knife, you would be asking for death...

...

On the other side of the street, the escaped Shatu man, since Yan Liqiang has been targeted by Yan Liqiang, how could he slip away from Yan Liqiang's nose in broad daylight?

Yan Liqiang chased the man and in the blink of an eye, he passed through several streets. At the beginning, the man was more than 20 meters away from Yan Liqiang, but in just a moment, Yan Liqiang had already chased him more than 20 meters away.

"Do you still want to run away?" As Yan Liqiang finished his words, the broken wall of the half-burned house in front of Yan Liqiang was kicked on it by Yan Liqiang. In an instant, the broken wall seemed to be blown up by explosives, turning into hundreds of broken bricks and gravels. With a scream, it enveloped the escaped back, covering the space up, down, back and left and right beside the man.

The Shatu man rushed forward and turned around in the air in an instant. The battle bow in his hand had already opened its doors when he turned around, and then another arrow shot towards Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang, a powerful archer, had been on guard against the man's rushing over the wall. The moment before the man turned around and shot the arrow, Yan Liqiang's figure had changed strangely, and his body was almost falling down suddenly, like a snake, rushing towards the man tightly against the ground.

The black arrows shot over were silent, sharp and powerful. Along the way, the scattered bricks and stones scattered out instantly shattered. The arrow shot over Yan Liqiang's head and landed on the ground, exploding with a bang, leaving a large hole more than one meter deep on the ruins.

If a master fights, the difference is a slight mistake. If that person fails, it means that it is the last arrow shot by that person.

The bowstring and Yan Liqiang's figure had already bullied the man. The Wuyue Cone, one of the eight Vajra styles in the extremely domineering Bajiquan, had already hit the man.
Chapter completed!