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The soldiers of Dayue on the city wall and the [-] Xiliang troops watching the battle in the distance seemed to freeze their breathing at this moment.

Three feathered arrows pierced the sky, and the iron feather arrow fired later cut the carved feather arrow on the right in half again, and then penetrated the bridge of the nose of the archer of Dayue.

The boss of Da Yue's archers stared at the carved feather arrow on his left.

He absolutely refuses to fall down until he sees the result.

Almost at the same time, or only a flick of a finger slower than the extremely fast Iron Feather Arrow.

The carved feather arrow that flew down from the city wall shot into the left eye of the Xiliang man with incomparable precision, and also penetrated into the brain.

There was a huge gasp from above and below the city.

A gratified smile flashed across the eyes of Dai Viet Archer. He did not disgrace his country or his relatives.

The hand tightly holding the longbow was released, and the upright body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Liu Er wiped away the tears in his eyes, and cursed angrily,
"This shitty world!"

None of the Xiliang archers under the city looked at their comrades who had fallen on the ground. The second big man took a step forward and removed the bronze-backed iron tire bow on his back.

On the top of the city, the No.3 Da Yue archer stood up without hesitation, "Brothers, I will take a step first."

The remaining seven people did not cry, but laughed loudly,
"Brother, just wait over there, we will be there soon."

The long bow was drawn steadily, and there were still two carved feather arrows resting on the string.

In the first battle, the archers from Xiliang won the battle because of their great strength and skill. They cut through the continuous arrows of the archers of Dayue with only one arrow.

Therefore, the Da Yue archer who shot for the second time only shot two arrows at the same time.

The frantic Xiliang archers had no way to use one arrow to shoot down the two parallel arrows fired by the opponent.

He can only choose one of them.

Another arrow remained, and it accurately shot into his eye socket.

If the Xiliang archer had chosen to shoot this arrow, then he would have been hit by the other eye.

However, the Xiliang man's victory lies in his strong bow and strong bow. His iron-feathered arrow still cut through the shaft of the carved feather arrow and hit the opponent's nose.

The two fell down almost at the same time.

The little red flag was thrown up and down for the third time.

On the top of the wall was a dead body with an arrow in the bridge of the nose that went straight into the brain.

Under the city wall, beside the frozen moat, the Xiliang archer's fingertips twitched a few times, and then remained still.

The same method of death, the same location of the arrow.

It's the same end again.

The little red flag was thrown up eight times, eight corpses on the top of the city, and seven corpses by the moat, showing people the cruelty of this gentlemen's war.

The archer of Dayue, who was ranked second to last, let out a long laugh, and strode up to the top of the wall.

He didn't even say goodbye to the last Jiang Longfeng.

Between the five fingers of his left hand, there are two carved feather arrows.

The three remaining Xiliang archers by the moat glanced at each other.

The big man in the last place breathed a sigh of relief. If this trend follows, he doesn't seem to need to die.

The mood of the archer, whose turn was to appear, seemed to have changed. He hesitantly straightened his longbow and stroked his quiver, but refused to take a step.

The smile on Hudu Khan's face disappeared, and he looked at the archer coldly.

The archer's gaze gradually became desperate, and he knew that this gaze was forcing himself to die.

His hands were no longer stable and trembled.

Under the persecution of Hudu Khan's ruthless gaze, the Xiliang archers finally stood by the moat.

The little red flag was thrown up again, and fell to the ground in the eyes of everyone.

The Xiliang archer let out a dying cry from a seriously injured beast, and shot out the iron feather arrow with all his strength.

The arm of the Archer Dayue on the top of the city is still very stable, and there is even a mysterious smile on his face.

Perhaps, he is happy that he can be reunited with his companions?

Three feathered arrows staggered past.

Countless sighs of astonishment resounded from above and below the city. For the first time, the Xiliang archers' Tie Ling arrows failed to intercept the opponent's Feather arrows.

However, despite some deviations, the Tie Ling arrow still pierced the archer's brain next to the bridge of the archer's nose, under the eye sockets, and close to the cheekbones.

With a satisfied smile on his face, the archer of Dayue fell on his back.

Because he had already seen that the eagle feather arrow he shot accurately hit the opponent's eyes.

The Xiliang archer's body fell even a moment earlier than him.

The clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and Sunshine could no longer bear to watch the tragic showdown on the ground, so he hid behind the dark clouds.

A few small snowflakes rolled and fell down with the north wind.

Jiang Longfeng looked up at the dark clouds, and laughed at himself. This might be the last time he saw snow.

He untied the quiver at his waist, took out two carved feather arrows lightly, and threw the rest of the feather arrows to the ground in front of his feet.

Jiang Longfeng took a deep breath and strode up to the top of the wall.

Hu Du Khan regained his smile on his face. Not surprisingly, he should have won this gentleman's battle.

Although he had lost eight of them, he was about to lose the No. 9 Marshal-level archer, which made him feel heartbroken.

From a long-term strategic perspective, Hudu Khan thinks it is worth it.

The No.9 Xiliang archer was obviously influenced by his comrade who had just died in battle.

Not only his hands and feet were trembling, but even his body was trembling.

The companion next to him looked at him gloatingly.

Cold sweat gradually emerged from the archer's forehead and dripped down.

He hesitated, and he still refused to take a step. Even the gaze of Hudu sweating on his face could not make him stand up.

"Why, why me? It's not fair?"

After struggling for a while, the archer suddenly asked in a hoarse voice,
"Why should I go up to die, not him?"

The fellow next to him was stunned for a moment, could this horse still be able to play happily?

My own companion, before falling into hell, wants to push him down.

"There are so many reasons, when it's your turn, you have to!"

The No.9 Xiliang archer raised his head angrily, but he didn't look at the top of the city, but stared straight at his companion.

"Just because of a position, you want me to die, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

It's ridiculous that you are paralyzed, this is destined by God.

The last archer sneered, "I can only blame your bad luck."

The No.9 archer untied his quiver and threw it on the ground,
"It's not fair. I'm not evil, so I won't accompany you to die."

He turned around and strode back.

The last archer originally thought that his life was in no danger, but this turn of events made him completely angry.

"Pretending to be angry and avoiding a duel? I will too!"

He also threw the longbow quiver in his hand to the ground and chased after his companion.

He even walked a little faster than his companions.

When passing his comrades in arms, he still had time to make a contemptuous expression.

"Shameless deserter!" he thought to himself.