Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 119 That's My Pride
' Whoosh! 'An arrow was shot quickly, and the iron arrow easily pierced into the flesh.

The person hit by the arrow was an old Uighur man wearing a four-brimmed leather hat, but the arrow did not kill him.

On the contrary, under the severe pain, the Uighur old man suddenly burst out with a very strong desire to survive. With blood on his back, he started to run towards Zhang Zhao, crying and howling.

"Daddy! Daddy! Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" behind the old man, the face of the Uighur girl in a flowered dress was full of tears, she screamed and chased the old man, and ran forward together.

"You heretics, run over to me, those who stay behind, just wait to die!" A bearded man wearing a black turban and holding a Dashi-style longbow roared fiercely.

After he made a move, a round of arrows mercilessly shot at the group of men and women who were escorted out of the city.

Seven or eight figures fell to the ground, and not all of them had the good luck of the Uighur old man, who could withstand an arrow in their bodies.

These were the people who tried to get out of the city in the last days of the war, and the Ittihad branded them traitors, and no one cared if they lived or died.

Shocking crying and howling came, and the soldiers of Regret Mountain City also raised their god-arm bows and long-stem bows.

There is a temporarily dug ditch between them and the Karakhan warriors. If these people are allowed to approach, the function of the ditch will be abolished.

Everyone looked at Zhang Zhao, but Zhang Zhao looked at the other side.

Among the crying and howling crowd, there were old men with white beards and hair and hunchbacks, teenagers of eleven or twelve years old with frightened faces, four or five-year-old children who were dragged by adults and stumbled all over the ground, and there were also hugging mother of baby.

Some of them looked like Uighurs, some looked like Scythians, and some had Han faces. Their common expressions were panic and howling.

"Mr. Erlang!" Ma Yaozi called out to Zhang Zhao with red eyes. If you want to shoot, you have to shoot now. If you don't shoot, these people will approach. Behind them are all warriors holding wooden boards, obviously coming to fight on the trench.

I am human!I am not a beast!
Zhang Zhao muttered softly, then suddenly turned around and looked at the Shandu soldiers behind him. For the first time, he had an extreme dislike for those warriors!

"Boys! The beasts on the other side think that they can beat us by filling up the trench! They are wishful thinking. One of my soldiers, Zhang Erlang, can beat them a hundred! Because we are human! We are upright and good men, aren't we? A lowly beast!"

Zhang Zhao took out the hard bow on his shoulder, and aimed at the bearded war warrior who was the first to shoot an arrow. An inexplicable feeling pulled Zhang Zhao, and made him keenly find this man in the chaotic crowd. brute.

"Watch me shoot this prisoner!"

Zhang Zhao let out a loud roar, and lightly let go of his right hand.

'Boom! The bowstring bounced back quickly, sending a huge thrust to the shaft of the arrow, and the shaft of the arrow seemed to come alive at once, and it trembled rapidly in the air with Zhang Zhao's boundless anger.

The bearded man with a cruel smile on his face was waving the scimitar in his hand, walking towards a boy who was so frightened that he couldn't move.

In his eyes, this is not a person, not even a life, just like a tree stump that grows at his feet and obstructs the eyes.

The scimitar had just been raised, 'Puff! 'The speeding arrow slammed into the bearded man's chest, blood gushed out immediately, and the trembling arrow shaft and tail feathers were still swaying rapidly.

The bearded man couldn't bear the force of gravity, and took several steps back. He looked at the half-shaft of the arrow on his chest in disbelief.

how come?He is wearing iron armor, which was found in a heathen's house. This is the best armor!How could it be pierced by an arrow from such a distance!

With a face full of unwillingness and disbelief, the bearded man knelt down slowly.

And the boy who was shocked by his hot blood and was so frightened that he couldn't move seemed to have regained control of his body suddenly. Get up and run!

"Erlang Jun shoots! Erlang Jun is mighty!" The cheers of the mountains and tsunami came, this is at least two hundred steps!Not only can he hit the target, but he can also kill him with one arrow. That's what Yang Youji is like!

"The one who enters the trench will die!" Zhang Zhao raised the strong bow in his hand again, and then shouted loudly. Qiong Re Duojin beside him immediately knew Zhang Zhao's choice, and he also shouted loudly.

For a moment, the shouts of those who entered the trench resounded throughout the battlefield!
Amidst the cheers, Zhang Zhao looked back, and all the soldiers in Regret Mountain showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

These months.Zhang Zhao stayed with them whenever he was free, taught them how to read, helped them understand principles, and told them about Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, and the deeds of Li Weigong and Qin Huzhuanggong in this dynasty.

A thing called pride has already grown in the hearts of these soldiers who regret Shandu, so Zhang Zhao would rather have a little bit of the Holy Mother than these soldiers to be stained with the blood of innocent women and children!

In fact, not only the soldiers in Regret Mountain Capital, but also the surrounding Khotan palace guards and the "burdens" behind them all looked at Zhang Zhao with admiration. Of course, some people thought that he was a bit too benevolent.

"Boys! This arrow is aimed at that bastard holding the door!" Zhang Zhao once again drew his bow and shouted!
'Puff! ’ A Karakhan warrior holding a plank fell to the ground, even the thick plank couldn’t save his life, Zhang Zhao killed another person!
"Wind!" Thousands of people shouted together without knowing who took the lead.

"Shoot that spearman again!"

"Boom!" Another arrow hit the neck of a god warrior who was shivering with cold while holding a spear.

The sharp arrow pierced his throat, and the guy suddenly covered his neck and knelt down on the ground, trembling violently.

"wind!"

"One more arrow!" Zhang Zhao, who had the help of a god, trembled with excitement, and he yelled, the feeling of knowing that he could hit every shot was so cool.

Sure enough, an arrow was shot in the helmet of a small leader of the God Warrior he aimed at, as if an arrow had grown out of nowhere on his head.

The little boss screamed and ran back, but within a few steps, he staggered, and then fell directly to the ground.

Four arrows and four kills were almost all completed within a distance of [-] to [-] steps. Not only was the morale of his own side greatly boosted, but the arrogance of the god warrior on the opposite side seemed to be knocked down ten times suddenly. In the eight layers of hell.

"Plant the flag! Tell these bastards where the yays are from!"

Zhang Zhao yelled, and on the hillside, old Zhang Zhong howled and planted a Sanchen flag on the highest point. Zhang Yichao used this flag when he regained Hexi!

"Wind! Wind! Gale!"

Amidst the roar of Shan Duerlang, many "burdens" looked at the flag behind the hillside.

"It's Datang! This is Datang!" An old monk with a wrinkled face shouted loudly.

"Draw the bow!" Zhang Zhao yelled, and raised the hard bow in his hand again. Beside him, Pan Quan and Qiong Re Duojin also raised their long bows!

"Draw the bow!" Countless people yelled and raised the long-stem bow and the god-arm bow in their hands at the same time!

The sound of collectively pulling the bowstring sounded, as if the air was being tightened!
The warlords holding the plank kicked and slashed, rushing wave after wave of civilians into the ditch.

Using the cover of the civilians, they quickly put wooden boards on the trench, and the trench that Zhang Zhao had dug for a day and night quickly lost its effect.

But everyone didn't take it seriously. A soldier in regret Shandu who was wearing two layers of armor looked contemptuously at the figure on the opposite side who was wretchedly placing wooden boards.

"Bastards that are not as good as pigs and dogs! Yay, I will step on this board in a while and send you to Abi Hell!"

(End of this chapter)