The Reincarnation of Lu Bu at the End of the Han Dynasty

The old general had spoken, and the others naturally had no objections.

Han Lie even picked up the guy directly, slashing at the Xianbei people around him, and glanced outside the city by the way, when he saw the imposing wolf riding camp, he couldn't help laughing, "Hey, It's really a fucking kid like Lu Fengxian!"

Apart from Lu Bu from Yunzhong County, there is probably no other person who can come from outside the pass for reinforcements.

Zhang Liao also glanced at the direction of the wolf cavalry battalion, where the violent aura filled the sky and covered the sky. Facing more than twice as powerful enemies, they couldn't suppress the excitement and brutal hostility in their hearts.

Even though the Wolf Cavalry Battalion were all wearing black ink armor, Zhang Liao recognized Lu Bu at a glance.

Only he, rushing to the front, was as calm as ever.

Chapter 48 Alone ([-])

"Bingzhou wolves line up to destroy the soul of Xianbei, Yu!"

Cao Xing no longer had the frivolity of the past, replaced by courage and calmness that did not match his age.When visually observing the [-] paces of the oncoming Xianbei people, Cao Xing gave the order decisively. He clenched his right fist and held it high in the air, with his index finger and little finger spread out to form a bow gesture.

The sound of horseshoes roared, and the soldiers next to Cao Xing also raised their right hands high, and compared to the same gesture, they passed it on quickly one after another.

The [-] cavalry that had been galloping separately began to gradually spread out, and the soldiers at the rear suddenly accelerated and rushed to the front in one breath.

How spectacular is the sight of [-] riders walking side by side!

General Xianbei Tietui sneered at this and didn't take it seriously, and laughed at the soldiers behind him: "Boys, the Han people like to play with such vain things, let us teach them what is real. riding battle!"

The three thousand cavalrymen behind them burst into laughter. Years of victories made their self-confidence extremely inflated, and they became particularly arrogant.

But, soon they couldn't laugh anymore.

The [-] riders of the Wolf Riding Battalion bent over with a tacit understanding, took out a hard bow from the left side of the horse's back, and simultaneously pulled out a white feathered arrow from the quiver with their right hand, and put the arrow on the string.

The most frightening thing is that none of the [-] riders shot the arrow in their hands, but pulled the hard bow abruptly, and kept the posture of refusing the bow on the horse's back, and they didn't even fall.

If you observe carefully enough, you will find that there are thick calluses that ordinary people and even many generals have never had on their index and middle fingers that draw their hard bows.

Reject the bow, very simple two words.

But apart from them, how many people know the blood, tears and heartache.

Remember the first days of training, every day, no, every second, they feel that their days are like years, those miserable times like purgatory and the cruel training that is not like human beings, let their bodies and souls feel every minute and every second I am enduring tremendous suffering, such as broken bones and tendons.

It's just that the pain and suffering brought about by this kind of training seems to be less uncomfortable than it was at first.

In just 23 days, they learned life-and-death fighting skills that many people would never learn in a lifetime, such as knife skills, riding combat, riding and shooting, and formation.

And all of this is due to one person.

It's him who makes them reborn and becomes stronger than ever; it's him who makes them go forward without fear in life and death;

In this life, I swear to respect you as the king and seal the border for you with my blood.

Therefore, in this life, they are willing to swear to die together.

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What kind of mood will you feel when [-] arrows are aimed at you?The most frightening thing is that you never know when these [-] arrows will be shot.

Tietui's mood at this moment is about the same, but in his heart is more anger and unwillingness. Even the Xianbei people can't refuse the bow without falling off the horse, but they are given by this group of weak and lowly Han people who have been ridiculed by them all the year round. Did it, isn't this a great irony?

(Thanks to book friend 160219... for the reward, I should go to the night shift, I only wrote such a small number of words, I am very sorry)

Chapter 48 Alone ([-])

In any case, the glory of Xianbei will never allow anyone to violate and trample, especially the most cowardly Han people.

Anyone who dares to challenge Xianbei's authority will die!

Even though there were [-] feathered arrows erected on the opposite side, Tie Xing couldn't care less now, and shouted loudly: "Warriors, rush up to me and destroy this group of ants!"

The horseshoes clank, and the sky outside Yanmen Pass is full of dust.

Cao Xing's expression was indifferent, his right hand reached for the quiver, and he slowly drew the strong bow, holding two feathered arrows between his three fingers, nocking the arrows to the string.

"Whoosh~ whoosh~"

Two feathered arrows shot high into the sky at the same time, and fell down, landing a long way in front of the Xianbei cavalry. The white feathers behind the arrows were particularly dazzling at dusk.

Failed?

The answer is yes, these two arrows not only failed to hit any of the soldiers on horseback, on the contrary, they missed the mark.

Seeing this, Tie Zhan saw that the sliver of fear that still existed in his heart was gone at the moment, and he pointed to the wolf riding camp in front of him and laughed loudly: "The archery skills of the Han people are not as good as those of the little boy in the prairie. Dare to show off the standard, it really made the general laugh out loud, hahahaha..."

hum~~~

Tie Zhan suddenly heard a very low sound, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, like sitting on a tree to rest in the hot summer, but hearing tens of thousands of locusts flapping their wings at the same time, Tidy and boring.

Pupils shrink sharply.

The moment Cao Xing's two arrows hit the ground, [-] feathered arrows lined up in the word "one" and shot out violently, and the deep bowstring sound seemed to be in unison.

Puff puff puff ~ chi chi chi chi ~

The sharp hook-like arrow pierced through the Xianbei's chest, head, and arms...

How many laughing Xianbei people fell off their horses before they could react, and before they even had time to call for help, they were trampled to the ground by the rushing horses behind them. Those with better luck rolled aside immediately, Even though he saved his life, his face was still full of shock.

Tie Zhan's laughter became the death knell of the Xianbei people. Just now he laughed at the poor archery skills of the Han people, only now did he realize that it was so accurate.

(I’m really sorry that I only wrote so many words in an hour, and I’ll be fine until next week when I’m on the day shift. Thanks to the book friend Yuemo for the reward.)

Chapter 48 Alone ([-])

A wave of arrow rain fell, and the second wave poured down again.

The Xianbei people, who had not been slowed down by God, turned their backs on their backs again, but in an instant, almost half of the three thousand cavalry fell off their horses.

After the two waves of arrow rain, the wolf cavalry battalion quickly put the bow back on the horse's back, only then did Tie Zhe understand that Cao Xing's two arrows were not missed, but an order issued to the wolf cavalry battalion to shoot two waves.

"disease!"

When he was only thirty steps away from the wolf riding camp, Tie Tie faintly heard this word.

The formation of the soldiers of the Wolf Riding Battalion has undergone a new change. The soldiers on the two wings began to slow down and retreat, and the closer to the middle, the more prominent they were. Soon this line that formed the word 'one' became a '<' formation.

Then, holding the horse rope with his left hand and the knife with his right hand, the handle of the knife was lifted up, and the tip of the knife was slightly pressed down. The movements of the [-] soldiers were as neat as if they were carved out of a mold.

Thirty steps away, to the cavalry, but the blink of an eye.