I said I'd go back in time

Chapter 69

Zhu Fen looked at the archer and said angrily, "Who is this person? He has such exquisite archery skills?"

The officer on the side said: "It should be Zhang Yu, the second master of Lianhuanzhai. This man is born with extraordinary strength. He has practiced archery since he was a child. After comprehending the inheritance, the power of archery is even more amazing."

Zhang Yu on the sentry tower let out a long laugh, and shouted: "How dare a group of trash Dim Sum come to break into my Lianhuan Village? Let me listen to Grandpa. If anyone dares to show his head again, don't blame Grandpa for rewarding him with an arrow."

Seeing that Zhang Yu's momentum had been severely hit by his side, the officer quickly suggested to Zhu Fen: "General, although the mountain road can't go up to the army, but also they can't guard too many people on the sentry tower."

"With the general's skill, if he is willing to bring a team of elite armor into battle, he will be able to take down this stronghold."

He looked at Zhu Fen expectantly, hoping that this master who had comprehended the inheritance could lead the elite of the army to fight the enemy and boost morale.

But Zhu Fen frowned upon hearing the officer's suggestion.

He considered himself a noble man, so he was naturally unwilling to rush to the front line in such a dangerous situation when the enemy had a sharp archer.

"If you want me to do it, what's the use of you?"

So under Zhu Fen's order, the soldiers had to start charging again.

It's just that the terrain of Lianhuanzhai is too dangerous, and the soldiers can't take advantage of their numbers at all.

And Zhang Yu stood on the sentry tower, had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield, and he insisted on suppressing the audience with one man and one bow.

As the sound of the bow continued to harvest lives, Lianhuanzhai was not damaged at all, and the mentality of the soldiers gradually collapsed.

In the end, no matter how much Zhu Fen urged the soldiers, they were unwilling to rush forward.

When Lin Xing in the carriage arrived at the battlefield, what he saw was such a stalemate.

"Is there a master archer?" Lin Xing looked at the precipitous terrain of Lianhuanzhai, worried that he was too slow in the practice of imperial art, and couldn't help laughing: "Let me try it."

Zhu Fen looked at Lin Xing in surprise: "Come and try?"

However, Lin Xing remembered the last time he rushed to the bandits in Wolong Mountain and was finally rescued by his own people.

He hurriedly warned: "I can do it alone, don't send troops to follow me."

Zhu Fen was even more puzzled when he heard this, and looked at Lin Xing as if looking at a fool.

Then he saw Lin Xing standing in front of the formation of the two armies, looking in the direction of Lianhuanzhai motionless.

After a while, Lin Xing's eyes showed a trace of fatigue, as if he had experienced countless life and death fights.

Imperial Art (51.3% per layer) → Imperial Art (77.6% per layer)

Then I saw Lin Xing thinking that the ruler in the backpack had already shot up into the sky, flying around him like a fish.

With the blessing of a layer of Imperial Art, Lin Xing felt that the ruler had become an extension of his arm, and his reaction, speed, and flexibility were all greatly enhanced.

On the other side, Zhang Yu on the sentry tower had pointed his bow and arrow at Lin Xing's direction, and said with a sneer, "Here comes another murderer."

Seeing Lin Xing stepping out, he walked slowly towards the gate of the village.

Looking at Lin Xing who was approaching step by step, a trace of anger flashed across Zhang Yu's face, which was clearly a provocation in his opinion.

The longbow in Zhang Yu's hand trembled, and the arrows roared and pierced the sky.

But what surprised Zhang Yu happened. Almost at the same time he let go of the bowstring, the opponent dodged to the side, dodging his arrow as if he had predicted it in advance.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and soon he pointed his bow and arrow at Lin Xing again.

This time, with all his strength, he drew the bow like a full moon, and the arrow shot out with the sound of wind and thunder...but Lin Xing dodged it in advance again.

"how is this possible?"

Zhang Yu aimed at Lin Xing again in disbelief.

On the other side, Lin Xing walked slowly towards the cottage, recalling the location of the next arrow in his mind.

"In the end, walking slowly is the best way to remember the position and direction of the arrow."

Lin Xing recalled the situations in which he was shot to death again and again, and thought to himself: "If you rush forward all the way, you will not be able to remember the position of each arrow of the opponent, and it will be difficult to recover."

Once again avoiding the arrows shot by the other party ahead of time, Lin Xing thought to himself: "Is it going to rain arrows next?"

On the other side, Zhu Fen and his soldiers were equally astonished to see Lin Xing walking leisurely on the battlefield, watching Lin Xing dodge the opponent's three consecutive arrows so "slowly".

Because Zhu Fen had been leading his soldiers to suppress the rioters some time ago, this was the first time they saw Lin Xing's performance on the battlefield.

At the same time, Zhang Yu's hand seemed to have an afterimage. Every time he drew the bow, four or five arrows shot out in salvo, like a wave of arrows raining towards Lin Xing.

And as Lin Xing got closer to the sentry tower, several mountain folk took out their bows and arrows and pointed them in Lin Xing's direction.

An officer stared wide-eyed, watching Lin Xing walking in the rain of arrows: "A man of high art is bold, really a man of high art is bold."

Another officer on the side swallowed, looked at Lin Xing who was getting closer and closer to the wall of the village, and couldn't help sighing: "Every arrow is so close to dodge, what kind of courage, speed and power is this?" reaction."

Seeing that Lin Xing was still in the rain of arrows, he reached out and grabbed an arrow and threw it to the ground, the officer beside Zhu Fen couldn't help but praised: "I've heard that Chief Lin is full of courage, and he once attacked the arrow alone. The enemy's capture of the bandit leader was originally thought to be an exaggeration, but after seeing it today, I know what it means to be brave in the whole army."

Hearing the excitement and admiration of the officers under him, Zhu Fen's face became more and more gloomy.

The officer on the side suggested: "General, let's send troops to support as soon as Chief Lin opens up the situation."

Looking at the expectant eyes of his subordinates, Zhu Fen said with a cold face: "Didn't you hear what Lin Xing said before he left? Don't send troops to follow him."

The officer said anxiously: "General, this is a situation that Commander Lin risked his life to open up, so don't act rashly."

At the same time, Lin Xing on the battlefield was getting closer and closer to the wall after dodging several waves of arrow rain.

He was no longer just dodging, but used the ruler flying beside him to block some arrows that were difficult to dodge.

On the sentry tower, Zhang Yu looked at this opponent whom he hadn't even shot an arrow from beginning to end, and his heart became more and more anxious and restless.

At the next moment, Lin Xing was seen casually spilling a can of kerosene, and then cast the Spirit Fire Curse.

I saw a fire dragon soaring into the sky, circling for a while and crashing into the gate of the village.

Immediately afterwards, another gust of wind blew up, and the fire spread wildly.

Looking at the burning stockade, Zhang Yu's heart sank, knowing that the situation was over.

Looking at Lin Xing who was manipulating the wind and fire, he understood that as long as this master was present, he would never be able to defend Lianhuanzhai.

Zhang Yu thought of the old and weak women and children left in the village, and he hesitated in his heart.

(End of this chapter)