Mythic version of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 2293 The speed matched by arrows

Tachito immediately got on his horse and told Sulinarari that Sulinarari wanted to fight with the Son of God. The Roman masters knew that. What's more, the Son of God led the team and had to go here. Sulinarari, other people are looking for death when they go there!
"Son of God! I was wondering why there was no reinforcements when the Son of God came, but I didn't expect this army to be the Son of God's army." Camille stared at Zhao Yun on the holographic map with a dazed expression.

"The Han Dynasty is not the same as ours. They also use the strong to command, but behind their strong men there are resourceful people to advise, which is actually quite similar to ours." Benito said casually said a word.

"I don't think it's important. What's important is that you quickly calculate the distance. This army is so fast. Be careful, while we are talking, they have already entered the range." Tachito said casually.

Benito felt that it was reasonable, and naturally zoomed out, but at the moment of zooming out, Benito suddenly realized that something was wrong, a silver-blue glow burst out from the opponent's body, and he stabbed upwards, a little The glow suddenly appeared.

I saw that point of light getting bigger and bigger, and then the map formed by Benito's light and shadow operation suddenly disappeared, and Benito was dumbfounded.

"Is this discovered?" Tacito looked at Benito in shock and asked, the first time he had encountered such a situation in so many years.

"..." Benito looked at Tacito speechlessly, then quickly adjusted his elite talent, formed a new light and shadow operation again, and then quickly calculated the position and distance angle.

"Hey, hey, can you do it? I guess the other party has entered the horizon before you can calculate the distance and angle." Alessandro complained helplessly, what the hell is this.

"Let's shoot the arrow directly, Benito, quickly locate the white horse, we roughly estimate that Alessandro will shoot the arrow." Camillo said speechlessly while holding his forehead.

"That's right. Your arrow rain can usually deviate by a few miles. The hit rate depends entirely on your feeling. It seems that you won't be dodged." Benito agreed while calculating the angular distance. At this time He has located the white horse again, and it's not far from here.

Of course, this is for the white horse. For other short-legged units, it will take half a day, and for the white horse, it will only take a few minutes.

On the other side, Zhao Yun was a little annoyed. Just now he inexplicably found that someone was watching him, and after he launched a blow based on his feeling, the feeling of peeping disappeared suddenly, but because of this subtle difference, Zhao Yun suddenly became alert.

Just because he became alert, after a while, Zhao Yun felt a more subtle sense of peeping again, which made Zhao Yun very irritable, and began to naturally gather his inner energy to prepare for the attack.

"Let the arrows, let the arrows, let the arrows go faster, this guy is coming!" Benito calculated before calculating the data, and Camillo was already in a hurry. Anyway, the deviation of Alessandro's bow and arrow is according to the The calculation is based on whether the shot can be shot or not, so Camillo immediately urged.

Alessandro glanced at Camillo. Although he was uncomfortable being instructed by the other party, he ordered to release the arrow after thinking about it, and the continuous explosion sounded again.

At the same time, Camillo turned his head and asked Benito, "Benito, I heard that you replaced all your soldiers with cavalry, and painted your horses white?"

"Oh, my intuition tells me that if you paint the horse white and use that super-speed talent, you should be able to run faster. Sulinarari is here. I'll block the opposite side first. With such a fast speed, whether it is If anything hits, they will probably die, and this legion should be regarded as the most fragile three talents." Benito said with a smile, ready to play.

"Don't underestimate, even you must be mentally prepared. Fortunately, you only need to hold them back for a while, and we will take care of the rest." Camille patted his chest and assured, "This speed means It means danger, but it also means power."

"I'm not as good as this. With such a fast speed, if you swing a knife, it may be difficult for even your level to withstand it." Benito said with a smile, "But it's a pity, the really elite cavalry under me That’s more than 500 people.”

While Benito was speaking, a large group of light cavalry riding on white horses, wearing light leather armor, and wearing short bows and sabers, came up behind him. They were properly equipped with white horses.

"Uh, Benito, why do you have to paint the horse white." After bringing Sulinarari over, Tachito, who had just rushed over, looked at the horse whose hooves were painted white, and his cheeks twitched a little.

Although Tacito had heard people say that Benito was painting horses a few days ago, but this was the only time he saw the white horse that had been painted and put into shape.

Camillo and Alessandro held their foreheads with their left hands, with embarrassment on their faces. They always felt that it was embarrassing to do so, and it would not improve the battle if they were whitewashed.

"Again, I warn you that this talent has an idealistic side. A pure white horse has a bonus to speed. Of course, it will also have an effect if you white it, but I guess if you can really form a pure white army, there will probably be other hidden effects. " Benito said with a little resentment.

"This kind of statement..." Camillo, Tacito, and Alessandro looked up at the sky involuntarily. Why do they feel so much like those monsters of the Julius family?
The Julius family in Rome is a wonderful family. Either it is like now, and there is basically no sense of existence in the past generation, or it has Caesar and Anthony, who are called near gods, or directly at the level of gods.

The most obvious thing about this family is that either their generation is all useless, and they hold the legion in their hands and act as commanders like other legion commanders, or someone from this generation cheats, and the legion is made with a strong personal style .

Just like the Fifth Skylark, this is Caesar's pot, the third is also, the twelfth, and the thirteenth are also, these legions obviously have the style of Caesar's hand-drawn, it feels like, the stuff I made is like the Dark Pot The fireflies in the movie are so eclectic.

As for the Fourteenth, let alone Nero, which dismantled Caesar’s Fourteenth Legion and remade it on the basis of the original, it exudes the tyrant’s insanity inside and out. and the pursuit of all things in the world.

"Don't you think it's very similar?" Benito felt deeply, so he asked with a smile.

"It does look a bit like that. Their legion bears the obvious traces of the general." Camillo nodded and said.

"The elite talents obtained from the Han army all have obvious personal traces." Benito said slowly, and Camillo and others were silent.

Although they don't like this kind of traces very much, they have to admit that the generals who can make the legion bear their own traces are either monsters or have certain characteristics.

In the same way, this kind of legion is also stronger than other legions. Basically, it can become the top legion among the two talents or even the elite legion of the three talents. The legion itself has very strong personal traces.

This kind of trace can be simply recognized as a kind of will, and in this world, a will strong enough to leave personal traces on the legion for hundreds of years is actually enough to give birth to new power.

It may not be too strong, but on the basis of dual talents, even a slight increase in power, even 5.00%, is enough to widen the gap. This is also Zhao Yun's white horse. An important reason for deep understanding.

After all, no matter what, Zhao Yun Baima and Gongsun Baima are in the same line.

"That's it." Camille didn't say much anymore, "I'll leave it to you, let's cut off his back, and you can stop him if there are only a thousand people."

"No problem, I will burn one of their talents later, and fight them with the decathlon." Benito smiled and got on the horse, stepped on the short bow and rushed towards the outside of the camp, and the speed also changed with Benito's acceleration. Faster and faster, this is true, raw speed white horse.

"By the way, is the short bow held by Beniton useful? In the case of extreme speed, on the one hand, it is difficult to aim the bow and arrow. On the other hand, if you use the arrow head-on, although you will not be chased by yourself, it is also difficult to react. Camille said with a slight frown.

Benito, who had gone away while speaking, suddenly pulled the light short bow and shot forward, only heard a scream, and the light arrow flew hundreds of steps almost instantly with a sharp whistle.

"I can't control this kind of arrow at all." Benito said with a wry smile. This is the ability he developed after he possessed the talent of supernatural speed and mastered the supernatural speed as much as possible for his soldiers. Or should not be said to be developed. , but should be said to be restored.

This is the ability of Gongsun Zan's white horse. As the pinnacle of light cavalry, the white horse has not given up the bow and arrow in its hand from the beginning. Although it is a short bow and light arrow, but under the blessing of super speed, its power is not inferior to those elite archers in the south of the Yangtze River. .

In addition, because it is a short bow, it is extremely labor-saving, and it can be aimed even on horseback. The only disadvantage is that the light arrows of the Speedy Arrow can hardly be projected at all, and can only be shot flat or diagonally downward. As for the power, it is definitely not inferior to the Normal longbow.

The moment Benito drove his horse out of the camp, an extremely powerful internal energy erupted on the other side of the horizon, and then a silver-blue beam of light rushed obliquely from the horizon to the sky.

"Tuk tuk tuk!" A large area of ​​arrows comparable to long spears directly covered the sides of the white horse, and the more than 300 arrows that could have been shot at Baima Yicong were all swept away by Zhao Yun, who was not suppressed by the cloud.

"Arrow rain of this scale!" Zhao Yun looked at the densely packed arrows that instantly sank into the ground and almost soaked his underwear with cold sweat. When the rain of arrows came, even if Zhao Yun broke out in a wave, it would be impossible for all the arrows not to fall on the white horse's head.

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