The myth of crossing the heavens

Chapter 107 Destroy the enemy leader
"Good come!"

The Yuan Bing general raised his hand fiercely, and faced the cold arrow with the shield in his hand.

The shield was halfway up, and the feathered arrow had pierced his head.

The back of his head was like a ripe watermelon, bursting into blood red.

The general of Yuan soldiers was shaken all over, he couldn't sit on his horse, and was directly thrown off his horse by the huge force.

He didn't even hum, and immediately went to Huangquan.

The confidant at the side rushed to rescue him, but was shot down by several swishing arrows one after another.

The seemingly indestructible armor couldn't stop the arrows containing inner strength at all, and the other Yuan soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, unconsciously slowing down.

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Flames suddenly appeared from the corpse of a Yuan soldier.

Among them are rockets, because the flames did not work when they were shot into the body too fast, but the flames of some feather arrows were pressed to the root of the arrow and burned by Yuan Jun's clothes.

Then came the second, third, fourth...

The corpses are next to each other, and the fire is getting bigger and bigger with the kerosene on the arrows, clothes, and flags.

The other Yuan soldiers were terrified, their speed became slower and slower, and finally they simply turned their horses and turned back.

The rocket swished, constantly harvesting the lives of Yuan soldiers.

The shouts shook the sky, Yuan soldiers from all over the place rushed out of the tents, fetching water to put out the fire.

Yi Qingchen didn't care about them, and only attacked Yuan soldiers who jumped out.

In a blink of an eye, more than 200 arrows were poured out, and he turned and left without the slightest nostalgia.

A moment later, the cavalry brigades on both sides came round and surrounded Yi Qingchen's original location.

Seeing the discarded longbow and burning oil lamp, a general was so angry that he knocked over the oil lamp with his whip.

"Han dogs are hateful!"

puff.

A cold arrow pierced through the back of the general, revealing a blood-stained arrowhead from his chest.

Yi Qingchen stood on the roof hundreds of feet away, turned around and disappeared with a long roar.

"It's amazing, who is this person?"

In the city of Hanzhong, several gangsters gathered together and whispered: "Today all the Tazi troops are mobilized, I thought they were going to be our Han's rebel army, but I didn't expect it was just to deal with one person, this person is really amazing! "

"That's not!"

Another person interjected: "This man is most likely the invincible Yi Daxia I mentioned. He has killed countless Tartars along the way from Wudang to the west. He can really be called the number one hero among us Han people."

"Hey, what about the big hero, didn't he get chased and escaped?"

The old man in the circle of people felt sorry for others: "He came and walked quickly alone, so happy, it's a pity for the folks in Hanzhong. I don't know how many people will be killed by Yuan soldiers in revenge."

"Don't you kill people if you don't resist the Tartars?"

A young man next to him sneered and said: "Even if we don't do anything, the Tartars will still rob us and kill our relatives. Instead of dying in vain, it is better to take a few Tartars to be buried with us. I only wish I didn't have a body Good work, otherwise I will definitely kill him and turn the world upside down."

"Bullshit, bullshit."

The old man shook his head and reprimanded: "Violence can't solve the problem, we have to think about it in the long run."

The young man showed dissatisfaction, and secretly made up his mind.

Yi Qingchen dug a pit and buried the boy who fell from the tower.

The boy was seriously injured and poisoned again, Yi Qingchen couldn't save him.

Yuan soldiers did not leave him any room to survive.

Yi Qingchen sat on the boy's grave, thinking carefully about his next move.

Yuan Bing's strategy is actually very appropriate. If it wasn't for the limited imagination that failed to fully consider his strength, he should be the one lying in the soil at the moment.

The Yuan Dynasty ruled the world, and its power was extremely powerful.

No matter how good Yi Qingchen's martial arts are, as long as he eats, drinks, and messes with others, he will inevitably be taken advantage of by others.

What's more, he hasn't even figured out who the enemy behind the scenes is, so how will he be prepared in the future?

"For those dignitaries, the lives of Yuan soldiers are actually not much different from the lives of our Han people. As long as there is no revenge on them, they will not feel the slightest heartache, and will still try their best to achieve their goals."

"They have countless people and officials, and they can come up with all kinds of schemes and conspiracies. I always have times when I don't think well."

The more Yi Qingchen wanted to kill, the more aggressive he became: "Then the only way to kill is to kill until the people behind the scenes are terrified, and kill to the extent that the Mongols will be terrified when they think of me. Only in this way those smart people will not use their intelligence to kill me."

No matter how clever a person's brain is, he can't compare with the combined talents of the entire dynasty.

What's more, Yi Qingchen is not the most intelligent kind of person.

Instead of fighting wits and courage with the entire court, it is better to use the Yuan soldiers in Hanzhong as an example to warn the officials of the Yuan Dynasty.

If you dare to attack me, you must be mentally prepared to destroy the entire army.

"First of all, I have to find a good bow!"

As the saying goes, a good bow matches a high-ranking official.

The best way to get a good bow is to go straight into the enemy camp and grab it from the enemy's head.

Yi Qingchen touched the Yuan army camp again.

Because of the chaotic battle at night, the guards of Yuan soldiers were significantly strengthened.

Three steps, one post, five steps, one post.

Yi Qingchen looked at it for a while and couldn't help shaking her head.

With such tight guards, even at his speed, he couldn't get deep into the enemy's camp without alarming others.

Then only the Overlord will fight hard.

Yi Qingchen searched left and right for a while, but didn't find an ambush, then flew down and stabbed Yuan Bing to death with a sword.

Seeing this, the other Yuan soldiers immediately shouted, and some of them were about to dig things into their bosoms.

Yi Qingchen didn't give them a chance, Ti Yun flashed and passed the five sentries in his breath.

The cold light flickered, and the blood coagulated into a thread.

Yi Qingchen picked up his quiver and continued to kill the next group of sentries.

By the time the fireworks and hoarse bugles sounded in the barracks, he had retreated with his quiver and bow.

Yuan soldiers rioted again, and many soldiers showed panic.

These Yuan soldiers have been in charge of the Central Plains for a long time. The upper class is greedy for pleasure, and the lower class is useless in martial arts. They are no longer the invincible iron cavalry that swept across Europe and Asia.

The Mongols will have to wait until they are driven out of Dadu by Zhu Yuanzhang later, and the fierceness in their bones will be revived.

Of course, it's useless.

Now is the time when Yuan Bing's combat effectiveness is weakest, and the repeated attacks have made them fear Yi Qingchen from the bottom of their hearts.

Yi Qingchen didn't have time to feel their feelings, so she quickly turned to another direction.

Continue to shoot the tents with rockets, causing a fire in the camp.

The cavalry roared out, rushing towards Yi Qingchen's hiding place.

This time, their reactions were faster.

"Among the enemies are masters!"

Yi Qingchen muttered, and continued to shoot with his bow.

Such continuous switching to battle made the Yuan soldiers tremble with fear and almost dare not go out to fight.

In the end, the cavalry who came out to pursue all had shields in their hands.

The armor on his body also changed, from leather armor to chain mail.

"Is this elite?"

Yi Qingchen muttered, and praised: "It's really worthy of being an iron cavalry that crosses Europe and Asia. This speed, this endurance, this reaction..."

"But I still have to die!"

He kept drawing his bow, and the arrow pointed directly at the throats of those cavalrymen.

A shield is not a protective cover, and it is impossible to provide 360-degree prevention and control.

His archery has been honed by Heimuya and has already reached an extremely high level.

Whether it is the throat or the eyes, as long as there is a gap, it can be injected.

Although those yuan soldiers were holding shields, it did not prevent them from being shot and killed.

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