Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 175 In the Jungle

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!" The crisp bird call sounded, and Wang Communication was refreshed.

Mr. Erlang said that it is impossible for this kind of bird called cuckoo to exist in this river, so as long as you hear this cry, you will know that it is your own people.

Abu Nasr, who was about to draw his bow and shoot to deal with the soldiers on the ground, stopped. These bird calls made him feel a little puzzled, because he had never heard such bird sounds.

Unfortunately, this is a son of a nobleman who grew up in the big city of Bukhara. He had no idea that cuckoos would not live in this jungle, so he didn't have the first time to judge whether it was a real bird call or a fake one. birds chirping.

"Guiguiyang! Guiguiyang! Guiguiyang!" Three calls of yang sparrows sounded, which meant that there were three sharpshooters. If the chirping of thrushes sounded, it meant that there were fierce soldiers.

wrong!This is someone coming, not a bird call. Abu Nasr suddenly realized that the two bird calls were obviously talking to each other.

He took a deep breath, brought the jade wrench back to his hand, and quickly aimed at the soldier on the ground.

"Dog slave! You, Song Yeye, are here!" Song Yizhong roared angrily, and then rushed out from the bushes. His target was the soldier of Regret Shandu who fell on the ground.

The reason why Song Zhongyi was asked to go out directly was because he was wearing a leather armor inside, then a chain mail armor, and another leather armor outside. With three layers of armor on his body, ordinary bows and arrows could not hurt him. him.

While rushing out, Song Yizhong was holding a round Turkic shield in his hand, and his whole body was as round as a ball.

Originally, I wanted to wear the chain mail to the outermost part, but because the outer leather armor was a bit too big, I couldn't wear it otherwise.

Almost at the same time, the soldiers on the ground, who were already on the verge of dying, turned over suddenly and leaned towards Song Yizhong.

'Boom! The sound of the bowstring vibrating sounded, but it was a little late, the soldier on the ground had already rolled to Song Yizhong's side, Song Yizhong didn't care about himself, and immediately used the round shield to protect the soldier on the ground.

"Maoshi direction, behind the tree, there's only one sharpshooter!" The huge impact made Song Yizhong's arm numb immediately, and he yelled, the arrow almost pierced his round shield, but the archer on the opposite side also exposed his position.

The mao hour direction is also the four o'clock direction. Zhang Zhao put the o'clock direction used in later games here, but replaced the numbers one to twelve with the twelve earthly branches.

Fanshun, who was extremely concentrated, directly pulled the trigger of the god arm bow in the direction of Mao Shi. At this time, Abu Nasr, who had shot an arrow, just dodged behind the tree.

This shot saved his life. Fanshun shot an arrow and pierced through the tree trunk. With a bang, the arrow cut a bunch of sawdust from the tree trunk, and Abu Nasr's face was covered with .

And Fanshun didn't hesitate after shooting the arrow, and directly lowered his head and jumped forward. Sure enough, an arrow shot from another direction, and the target was him.

He also dodged the deadly arrow, but the Persian sharpshooter who shot at him was not so lucky. Almost instantly, the three bows of the god arm shot in the direction just now.

The bushes in the opposite year shook twice, and a figure fell out directly. The Persian sharpshooter fell to the ground with two arrows stuck in his body.
"Wang Tongtong, go! Cut the fuck!" Zhang Zhao howled, taking advantage of this rare opportunity to rush out, and Wang Tongtong also jumped up from behind the rock almost at the same time.

'Boom!Boom! ’ There were more intensive bowstring sounds, but no one shot at Zhang Zhao and Wang for communication, because it was too late, and the sharpshooters on both sides could only focus on shooting at each other first.

"Song Yizhong, cover me!" Fanshun yelled angrily, and the soldier who fell on the ground quickly rolled over again, and hid himself behind a rock.

And Song Yizhong hurriedly rushed to where Fanshun was with the round shield, and Fanshun simply walked out from the bushes where he was hiding. The magic arm bow in his hand was also replaced with a long-tipped bow, because the shooting speed was faster this way. .

Out of the keen sense of a top marksman, Wang Tong found the position of the remaining two Persian marksmen.

He held three arrows in his hands, and within a few breaths, the three arrows were shot back and forth in the shape of a river.

Behind the bushes, a bearded sharpshooter shot the last arrow, but the arrow was blocked by Song Yizhong who was blocking Fanshun's chest.

Song Yizhong roared angrily, even though he was shot with a hard bow, but he was wearing three layers of armor, and he didn't suffer any injuries except that he felt like he was punched in the chest.

But this Persian bearded man was miserable. As soon as he jumped out of the bushes, the first arrow arrived and flew past his ear.

Before he had time to be happy, the second arrow hit his temple accurately, and the third arrow pierced his neck before his eyes darkened and fell down.

In the blink of an eye, the Persians lost two sharpshooters, and the strength and weakness of both sides became apparent at once. Everyone knew that Zhang Zhao's side was much stronger.

Abu Nasr wanted to draw his bow and shoot, but as soon as he moved, an arrow shot over, and a marksman from the opposite side aimed at him, and he was suppressed behind the tree.

"Go Dihkan!" A loyal guard rushed over desperately holding a round shield.

At the same time, three warriors with long-handled axes jumped out of the bushes and rushed towards Zhang Zhao and Wang Xinxun.

Zhang Zhao threw it vigorously, and flew over with a sharp protruding copper hammer. A Persian warrior was hit in the face, and squatted down with a scream.

At this time, two hatchets were also thrown from the opposite side, but they were both thrown at Wang Tongxun. Who told him that he was taller than Zhang Zhao and looked more ferocious.

Unlucky Wang Communication just took out the meteor hammer and before throwing it over, the two hatchets arrived.

One brushed past his waist, but the other hit his chest. He let out a scream from the pain, and slowed down his pace.

Zhang Zhao, who was on the hedge, didn't choose to use his weapon to whip first, because he needed to slow down to do so. He directly rammed into the person, and it happened that the person opposite had the same idea.

The jungle is not conducive to carrying long spears and long knives, so both sides have only short weapons.

With a crisp sound of 'dong', Zhang Zhao staggered twice, and was directly knocked away from the other side.

Before he got up, Zhang Zhao quickly lowered his head, because another Persian's hammer came over.

Barely dodging the blow, Zhang Zhao also swung the bone of his right hand, and hit the opponent's waist with a slap.

The Persian warrior on the opposite side let out a muffled grunt, and his face suddenly turned white. It seemed that the blow should have hurt.

As soon as the two sides fought, their figures were staggered. Zhang Zhao rushed towards the warrior who was knocked down by him just now. The white-faced Persian warrior also endured the severe pain and rushed towards Wang Tongtong who had just got up.

'Tom tom tom! With Zhang Zhao's triple hammer, the warrior who hadn't had time to get up on the ground quickly rolled over, smashed twice, and finally hit the leg of the warrior in front of him with the last blow.

The warrior screamed, took out an iron cone-like object from his waist, and threw it towards Zhang Zhao.

It was about two or three millimeters into the armor. Zhang Zhao pulled it out and saw that it turned out to be a thing similar to a Chinese hand halberd in the Han Dynasty.

If the leather armor on his body hadn't been thickened with five layers of leather and lined with iron sheets, it might have been pierced into it.

Fuck you, you're still having fun!
Furious, Zhang Zhao threw away the bone in his hand, flew over and directly held down the Persian warrior's right hand first, so that he wouldn't find anything else. At the same time, he took out the barrier knife at his waist with his left hand.

At the juncture of life and death, the Persian warrior howled. With all his strength, he pulled out a hand and grabbed Zhang Zhao's left hand, while his legs began to struggle and kick wildly.

At this time, Zhang Zhao held down the Persian warrior's right hand, and the Persian warrior's left hand also grabbed Zhang Zhao's left hand. Zhang Zhao was riding on his waist and abdomen, and the Persian warrior was constantly heaving his waist in the fierce struggle. .

Damn, this posture is a bit evil no matter how you look at it?
The two sides fell into a stalemate, Zhang Zhao rolled his eyes, and he suddenly realized, why did he press the right hand of this Persian warrior?
He doesn't have a weapon in his right hand, but he has a saber in his left hand.

The plan was made, Zhang Zhao suddenly let go of his right hand, and then changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding the knife with both hands in a flash.

The Persian warrior's right hand was suddenly released, and he immediately thought of touching the dagger at his waist.

But suddenly he found that the knife on the opposite side had already stabbed his throat, and in a hurry, he quickly took his hand back to grab Zhang Zhao's right hand.

The situation changed to Zhang Zhao holding the knife with both hands and stabbing it from top to bottom, while the Persian warrior began to hold Zhang Zhao's hand with all his strength and push it upwards, but Zhang Zhao could use his body weight to press down, but the opponent could not.

Gradually, the barrier knife in Zhang Zhao's hand kept coming down, and the terrified Persian warrior kicked his legs like a wild boar. His body began to circle on the ground, and Zhang Zhao also adjusted his posture constantly.

Both sides could feel the smell coming from the mouth of the other side, especially the Persian warrior below him, the disgusting smell coming out of that stinky mouth, and the foul smell of eating mutton all the year round also kept coming from him. Come out.

During the struggle, Zhang Zhao let out a loud cry, and pressed down hard. Finally, the barrier knife stabbed the Persian warrior's left collarbone.

The sharp blade cut through the leather armor of the Persian warrior, and it kept penetrating downwards. Every time he went in, he would howl in pain.

Blood froth began to spit out from the Persian warrior's mouth, and his resistance became weaker and weaker, which should have been inserted into his lungs.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!Under the despairing eyes of the other party, Zhang Zhao arrogantly held the handle of the knife and began to shake it back and forth.

After going back and forth twice, Zhang Zhao felt the pressure lighten. Although the Persian warrior was still holding his hand, he had lost strength.

There was more and more blood foam in his mouth, and his eyes began to slacken at the same time, only the sound of violent gasping still sounded.

Even the movement of the nostrils was no longer visible, probably because the lungs were completely smashed.There is no air to breathe.

"Erlang-jun! Erlang-jun, save me!" An anxious cry sounded, and it was Fanshun's voice.

Where did this kid go?It seemed to come from the front.

Zhang Zhao raised his head and looked, about 60 meters in front of him, the branch was shaking violently, Zhang Zhao didn't have time to think, picked up the bone on the ground and rushed over.

The leather armor on Fanshun's chest was cut with deep grooves, and a knife even cut his belly, and blood flowed out from the cut.

In fact, although he has excellent shooting skills, his hand-to-hand combat ability is weaker, not as comprehensive as his brother Panquan.

Originally, he saw that the fleeing guy was wearing a nice chain mail, and his face was quite young, like a gilded chick who came to the battlefield, so after Fanshun shot twice and was blocked by a branch, he simply rushed forward with a knife past.

In the end, I didn't know until I got to the front, that he was too big, and the experts would know if there was one as soon as he made a move. This guy who looked like a baby turned out to be a master.

Although his experience is somewhat lacking, because he slashes more than stabs, but his saber skills and strength are very good.

Fanshun slashed at him five times, and ended up getting three hits on the chest, so he could only start running and shaking people.

But Fanshun made sure of one thing, this is really a chick, he has already been cut by him and ran for his life, this guy is still screaming and chasing him, he doesn't know how to run away.

Zhang Zhao, who ran over quickly, was about to be laughed out of anger. How could there be such a fool?
With a roar, he rushed towards the Persian in shining chain mail.

Only then did Abu Nasr realize that he should have run away after repelling the sharpshooter just now, and suddenly a strong feeling of regret enveloped him.

Zhang Zhao rushed towards the person directly, because he saw Nasr on the opposite side, slashing at his chest with a knife in one hand.

This is a question of actual combat experience. Combat with armor is different from martial arts competitions, which requires such slashing.

Because it looks good and can force people to retreat, it is also convenient for subsequent combos, one knife after another.

But this cannot be done in armored combat, because slashing with a long knife cannot kill a person immediately. If you can't kill the enemy, the enemy will probably seize the opportunity to reimburse you.

Therefore, to fight while wearing armor, one must either not make a move, or make a move that must be unbearable to the opponent.

Zhang Zhao's door was wide open, and he didn't care about the opponent's slashing at all, because it was definitely impossible to break through the armor in one go.

Sure enough, the blocking sensation from the leather armor on his chest showed that the opponent didn't break through the armor in one go, and he didn't feel any sharp pain.

'Boom! ' Guduo hit Abu Nasr's head, and blood gushed out immediately. The severe pain made his eyes go black, and the surrounding scenery began to shake.

One after another, Zhang Zhao showed no mercy, and smashed five times in a row like a torrential rain!

Abu Nasr didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy, so he was smashed into a blood gourd.

In fact, he really wanted to say that he was from the family of King Saman, and if he was caught, he could demand a large ransom.

It's a pity that I didn't have a chance to say all of this. Before losing consciousness, Abu Nasr's last thought was that in future life and death struggles, he must use stabbing instead of slashing.

"It's absolutely impossible for these people to go too far in heavy armor. There must be a meeting point for them nearby. Put on their clothes, and let's go get their lair!"

The battle was basically over, Zhang Zhao looked at Abu Nasr's chain mail and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)