The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

   Chapter 116 [115] Meet the enemy head-on

  咻!

  The icy arrows flew from the sky, and quickly nailed them to the snow-covered branches. The huge force made the branches tremble, and the snowflakes fell rustling.

  The warmth of early spring did not come to the northwest, and the Daxue Mountain was still shrouded in ice and snow.

  咻!

   Another arrow flew over, this time it didn't nail it to the tree, but fell into the snow, only an inch away from a soldier lying in the snow.

The    pawns didn't move, didn't make a sound, they just stood there abruptly.

   "Lao Yu! Lao Yu!" Wu San hunched himself through the rain of arrows shot by the Huns and jumped into a newly dug out bunker.

  The bunker is not large, and is covered with a row of staggered branches.

  Yu Shaoqing sat cross-legged inside, and a flowing arrow shot into the branches behind him, almost shooting over and hitting his head, but he didn't even blink his eyelids, racing against time to make a "weapon".

These weapons were remodeled with stray arrows shot by the Huns, and put into a few simple small crossbows. The range of this small crossbow is not far, and the attack power is not as good as that of experienced archers, but it is convenient. It can hold five arrows at a time, which saves the process of drawing the bow and arrows. When necessary, it can trigger the five arrows to fire simultaneously, which is also a means of saving lives.

   "Old Yu...Fuck!" As soon as Wu San just sat in, a flowing arrow shot through the branches of the cover. Wu San hurriedly hugged his head and ducked, and the flowing arrow was nailed to the "ice wall" behind him.

  Yu Shaoqing took down the arrow very calmly.

  Wu San couldn't be as calm as he was in danger. He could be buried under the arrows of the Huns at any time, yet he could still enter into meditation like this old monk...

   It’s been half a month since New Year’s Eve. Today is the Shangyuan Festival. However, there is no glutinous rice **** or reunion on the Shangyuan Festival. There are only waves of chasing and killing by the Huns and rounds of arrows.

After General Xiao came, Lao Yu took them out of the cave and went all the way to the southeast.

  Fearing that the fire would attract the Huns, General Xiao's body could not be cremated and brought back, so he could only be buried in the vast snow-capped mountains like the others.

  Maybe in this life no one will know that he was buried under that silent mountain.

   Wu San murmured: "You said we came back... can we still find General Xiao's tomb?"

   It is said to be a tomb, but it is a pit level with the ground. In order to prevent the Huns from digging the grave and whipping the corpse, they did not dare to stack the grave bag, let alone erect a tombstone.

  How many enemies he killed in his lifetime, but ended up buried in the wilderness after his death. Whenever Wu San thinks of this, he will feel a bit of desolation in his heart.

   "Haizi, Changmaoer, Ayi..." Wu San blankly counted the brothers he buried with his own hands.

   "What do you have to do with me?" Yu Shaoqing interrupted his thoughts.

Wu San was stunned for a while, and finally remembered what he was here for, he cheered up and said, "It's Daniel who told me to tell you that the Huns have already camped at the foot of the mountain, and tonight they will cross the river and bring us a pot. "

Their current terrain is not very good. I don't know what General Xiao said to Lao Yu at the beginning, but Lao Yu did not wait for rescue in place, but began to lead them over the snow-capped mountains. The first two days were relatively clean, and the third day was encountered. Hun soldiers.

   They were forced to cross the river. They thought that tearing down the wooden bridge would delay it for a while, but the canyon in front of them suddenly encountered an avalanche and their way was blocked.

   "How long will it take to dig through the canyon?" Yu Shaoqing asked.

   Wu San sighed and said, "The fastest will be tomorrow morning."

   But tonight, the Huns are going to cross the river.

  Yu Shaoqing's hand to cut the arrow paused: "Who is it?"

  Wu San repeated Da Niu's words word for word: "...I didn't see the exact appearance, it's probably like this."

   "It's King Wuheng, I have seen General Xiao fight him." Yu Shaoqing said.

   "Is he amazing?" Wu San asked.

  Yu Shaoqing nodded: "General Xiao's sword has never been alive, he is the first."

   Wu San was startled: "...Then, what should I do then?"

   Yu Shaoqing said coldly, "Kill him."

   Wu San was dumbfounded. He said it lightly, but how could he kill him? There are hundreds of archers, and we shot the random arrows to death before we rushed to King Wuheng.

   "What now?" Wu San asked.

"Wait."

   "Wait for what?"

   Yu Shaoqing stared and said, "Crossing the river."

  The reason why the Huns chose to cross the river at night was because the ice layer was not thick enough during the day, not because they were afraid of the northwest army. After nightfall, the ice layer became unbreakable, and the Huns began to cross the river recklessly.

   Of course, they were not sure that General Xiao was in the team, picking up a few remnants, and it was not the turn of King Wuheng to do it himself.

   Until Yu Shaoqing put on General Xiao's shirt, picked up General Xiao's sword, and stood on the upright cliff, King Wuheng finally couldn't hold back, he wanted to defeat this Han! He's going to be ashamed!

   King Wuheng rushed in front, and he was the first to land on the shore, but Yu Shaoqing did not meet the enemy head-on, but turned his footsteps and led him into the mountain forest.

   Several archers were ambushed in the woods, but unfortunately none of them were hit.

  Seeing that King Wuheng ran into the net pocket, the bull who was lying in ambush pulled it hard, saying that it was too late, and King Wuheng slashed the net pocket in half.

   Everyone was dumbfounded.

   This King Wuheng is too powerful!

   Thousand Commanders... Thousand Commanders are more fortunate and less fortunate!

   "Not good! The Huns have come over!" a soldier shouted.

   Daniel and the others drew their swords and killed the past.

   "Ah——" is the scream of Xiaoyu.

  On New Year's Eve, his left foot was amputated, and he used General Xiao's wound medicine to save his life, but unexpectedly, the Huns slashed again.

   The ox rushed over, killed the Huns who stabbed the little fish, and reached out to help the little fish.

  Xiaoyu shouted in horror: "Be careful!"

   An arrow hit the back of the bull and penetrated the heart of the bull.

   Daniel lowered his head, looked at the arrow coming out of his left chest, opened his mouth, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell on Xiaoyu's body.

   (end of this chapter)