I have lived forever since the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 130 Chen Luo retreats the enemy with one arrow

Zhao land.

Within the territory of Changshan Country.

Across a tributary of the Zhang River, the Chu army and the Changshan army were shooting at each other.

Although this unnamed river is less than 50 meters wide and the current is not turbulent, its terrain is quite peculiar, and it happens to be stuck in the middle of two mountains. If the Chu army wants to go to Dongyuan City without spending four or five days in a big circle, then crossing the river is the best choice.

However, the Changshan army was obviously aware of its importance. Before the arrival of the Chu army, the wooden bridge that existed on the river was demolished, and hidden piles were placed under the water to prevent boats from crossing.

So there was a scene where the two sides shot each other.

They are all well-prepared with arrows, and neither of them can do anything to the other for the time being.

Chu Bingjia cursed and said: "You guys are cowardly on the other side, what's the difference from the tortoise huddling in its shell? Dare you dare to fight us head-on, and see if I chop you up or not, and you will be finished."

"Come here." Chang Shan Bingjia laughed wildly, "You are so capable, why can you only jump on the other side."

Chu Bingjia gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Little thief, if you dare to let us build the pontoon safely, don't you light the arrows?"

"Then why don't you withdraw your troops?" Chang Shan Bingjia said hehe, "It's still the same sentence, come here!"

"Zhuzi, I'm going to marry your mother!" Chu Bingjia cursed.

Chang Shan Bingjia shook his head: "I know your eagerness, don't be impatient, and then you...uh..."

Chu Bingyi, who had been silent for a long time, looked at the other side, covered his throat and slowly fell down Changshan Bingjia, and said two words coldly: "Noisy."

"Brother is amazing!" Chu Bingjia's eyes lit up, "You really have the demeanor of Xiang Wang and An Zehou in the outskirts of Xianyang at that time. You can shoot the thief with a single arrow and kill the dog thief from a distance of nearly a hundred steps, what a beauty!"

If it wasn't for the bow and arrow in his hand, he would have wanted to applaud.

Chu Bingyi coughed, "Low-key, low-key."

And behind the two of them is a historian holding bamboo slips and a carving knife, silently recording.

"At the end of July in the second year of King Chu, the king led his army to attack Changshan, and the countryside was blocked. The two armies shot at each other across the river.

While engraving these words, a cold arrow suddenly shot from the opposite side of the river, piercing through his right arm.

The historian screamed, and the carving knife and bamboo slips fell to the ground.

However, he didn't care about his bleeding right arm, and immediately hurriedly picked up the bamboo slips that fell to the ground.

Chu Bingjia turned around when he heard the sound, and when he saw the bewildered historian, he hurriedly backed away and said, "I'll take you to heal your injuries."

"No, no, no." The historian waved his left hand, gasping for air, "I have to record this war here, otherwise future generations will lose relevant historical materials."

Chu Bingyi glanced at him, and said calmly: "Your hand is so injured, can you engrave characters?"

The historian was taken aback for a moment, and realized that his right hand was not only in severe pain, but he could no longer lift it up.

Chu Bingyi glanced at Chu Bingjia again: "What are you doing in a daze, help him back."

"Oh." Chu Bingjia hurried forward, helped the historian to take the carving knife and bamboo slips, and supported him to the rear.

And it is no accident that an arrow hits the historian accurately.

Chang Shan's army dispatched a sharpshooter, and every time he made a sound of his bowstring, there would be huge cheers from Chang Shan's soldiers. Before the sound of his bowstring stopped, another person from the Chu army had already fallen.

This Changshan soldier shot more than ten arrows in a row, all of which were able to take away the life of a Chu soldier, and even killed a centurion of the Chu army.

As a result, the arrogance of Chang Shan's army suddenly became arrogance, and they all shouted: "How dare a mere Chu people come to attack; I have a magic bow, so I am afraid of it?"

That sharpshooter was obviously a maniac character, the more cheers around him, the more excited his face became, and he even walked out of the shield guards in front of him, constantly looking for important targets in the Chu army, drawing bows and shooting arrows, to take their lives.

It's just that the Chu army tried to counterattack, but no one could beat the sharpshooter when facing the bow.

The morale of the Chu army suffered a severe blow immediately.

"What's the situation ahead?" Chen Luo, who had just walked out of Xiang Yu's tent, stopped a hurrying messenger and asked.

Hearing the sound waves on the other side of the river rise and fall, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Seeing that it was Chen Luo, the messenger bowed his hands and saluted and replied respectfully: "I'm reporting to Marquis Anze, there is a sharp shooter in Changshan's army. He was so arrogant that he shot and killed more than 30 soldiers of our army. I want to report to King Xiang. Please shoot him and kill them to frustrate their spirit."

"Oh? So there is such a thing." Chen Luo relaxed his frowning brows, "Go get my bow and deal with a small soldier. How can you use King Xiang to come forward?"

If Xiang Yu made a special trip to shoot and kill the archer in Chang Shan's army, it would be overkill.

Maybe because of this, the other party can still leave a name in the annals of history.

After shooting and killing so many soldiers of the Chu army, could it be possible for him to take advantage of it?

Chen Luo squinted slightly, and when there were still more than a hundred meters away from the river bank, he recognized the arrogant archer on the other side. He suppressed the Chu army on his side of the river bank dozens of meters away, not daring to stick out his whole body.

"There are some things, but not many." Chen Luo rubbed his chin and gave his own evaluation.

He stood in this position and watched for about half a quarter of an hour. The orderly trotted over with a longbow, a barrel of arrows, and a piece of armor.

"An... An Zehou, I brought what you asked for."

Chen Luo took the longbow, pulled out an arrow from the barrel of arrows, and pushed the armor back.

He said slowly: "These are enough."

After speaking, he held the longbow in his left hand and the arrow in his right hand, and walked steadily towards the river bank.

Walking to a distance of thirty or forty steps from the river bank, Chen Luo put the arrow on the string, half-raised the longbow in his hand, and locked his eyes on the arrogant Changshan Army archer on the opposite side of the river bank.

The next moment, the other party seemed to be aware of Chen Luo's gaze, and his eyes moved towards where he was.

"boom!"

Before the sharpshooter in the Changshan army could react too much, Chen Luo had already shot an arrow.

With the sound of a thunderbolt, the arrow was as fast as a dragon. In the blink of an eye, it crossed the turbulent river, passed through the gaps between several shields, and nailed the man to the ground.
The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then thunderous cheers erupted from the Chu army.

On the other side, Chang Shan's army instantly felt dejected and lost their fighting spirit.

The fighting spirit of the soldiers of the two armies reversed instantly.

Under the rapid offensive of the Chu army, Chang Shan's army didn't hold out for long, and retreated in a half-defeated manner.

Seeing this, Chen Luo threw the longbow to the guards, and leisurely walked back with his hands behind his back.

"By the way, why didn't I see the historian, didn't the scene just now be recorded?" Chen Luo asked softly, looking ahead.

The herald scratched his head, recalling the scene when he met Chu Bingjia supporting the historian on the road, so he replied honestly, "An Zehou, I think I saw the historian was shot before, so I helped him to rest at the back."

Chen Luo: "???"

The posture I had been posing for so long just now, I even thought about how to record it in the history books at that time, so I wrote, "At that time, there was a magic shooter in the Changshan army, who shot and killed dozens of Chu soldiers. Anze Hou heard about it. With a bow and an arrow, without armor, he raised his hand and instantly killed him. The Chu army admired it, but the Changshan army fled in fear."

So now you tell me that the historian is injured?

"Damn, the Changshan army is such a beast, even the historian who has no strength to restrain a chicken can hurt, ****, it's just a ****." Along the way, Chen Luo was cursing in a low voice while walking back to the camp while maintaining the image of a master.

(End of this chapter)