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The Kuli led the Karasuma rider to disappear, and three knights suddenly rushed out of the other side of the mountain hill. They were all riding tall horses with extremely fast speeds. Before the Karasuma people could react, they had already rushed to nearly sixty steps.

Swoosh! Three arrows shot hard, two Wuwan people were shot and shouted that they were falling off the horse. Only one arrow shot in the air, and they were landing behind the young and strong Han Nu who was tied up, and they were almost injured by accident.

The remaining Karasuwan people were shocked and angry, and immediately divided five cavalry to chase after them. Three attackers, after succeeding in one blow, they stopped their horses and fled. As a result, the pursuers and those who were chased, the first three and the second five, also chased them further and further.

There were still three Wuwan people left, guarding more than fifty Han slaves. Although all the young and strong were tied up, they were either old or weak on the ground. The three Wuwan people still felt uneasy. They drew their swords and bows, and patrolled back and forth.

When one of the Karasuwan people drove their horses past the bound green horse, he exclaimed. He vaguely remembered that when the three abominable attackers attacked them, an arrow fell to the sky and shot here, but now there is only an arrow hole in front of him, and the arrow is gone!

These are all iron arrows, with sharp edges. Could it be... Wuwan people were shocked and their eyes turned to the Hannu Qingqiang who was closest to him...

At almost the same time, two Han slaves jumped up, one pulled the Wuwan man off the horse's back, and the other held up an iron arrow and penetrated it hard into the Wuwan man's throat...

The other two Wuhuan people were shocked, one raised his bow and aimed, and the other swung his sword to kill.

The old man Muji who was crawling on the ground made an amazing move at this time. When the Karasuman who was rushing to kill passed by him, he jumped up and hugged the Karasuman, shouting: "I've fought with them!"

These old and weak Han slaves who had already accepted their fate became turbulent and rushed towards the Wuwan people hesitantly.

The Wuwan man who raised his bow and was about to shoot was shocked. He originally aimed at the strong arrow and turned to the old man Muji, but the old man Muji was rolling into a ball with the Wuwan man, and it was difficult to get started. For a moment, he was anxious and angry, and the arrow was difficult to fire.

At this time, the young and strong men who had seized the archery weapons rushed over. The Wuwan man holding the archery had just shot an arrow, but he was knocked to the ground by seven or eight people and beaten to death.

On the other side, the Wuwan man holding the knife had pressed the old man Muji under him, pinching his neck with one hand and holding a scimitar with the other.

At the last moment of death, the old man Muji stared at the gray-brown eyes and looked at the sky like bloody sunset. His mind was full of only one name: Niannu, Niannu, you must be fine...

call out--

A short arrow flew out from the woods next to the hillside, nailing it to the forehead of Wuhuan. Wuhuan's eyes widened, his face was incredible, and he slowly fell backwards. His scimitar fell to the ground, rubbed the old man Muji's cheek, and a blood mark was drawn.

"grandfather--"

The old man Muji was so excited that he sat up suddenly. He was just seeing his beloved granddaughter running out of the woods, throwing a crossbow to the ground, and quickly pounced towards him, plunging into his arms, and the grandparents and grandchildren hugged each other and cried.

...

Ma Han did not see the scene of the Han slaves being liberated, but he was aware of the result. This was part of his plan. He led away the main force of the Wuwan people and then asked Tangnu and the other two to lead as many of the remaining Wuwan people as possible. Whether they could rescue themselves depends on whether these Han slaves had enough tacit understanding and courage to resist. The result did not disappoint him, and he would not disappoint the Han slaves.

Among the more than twenty cavalry he followed, one horse took the lead, and the fastest and most powerful one was bone power. Because he rode the best horse in the tribe, and at the same time, he also had the strongest hard bow in the tribe.

At this time, Ji Li was thrusting his horse's buttocks hard, chasing him with all his strength, and at the same time took off the two stone hard bow he used and drew the arrow in his hand. But he did not shoot because his opponent was far away from a hundred steps. On the bumpy horse's back, his two stone bow could not hit the fast moving target far away from a hundred steps.

At this moment, Gu Li suddenly realized that the opponent's horse speed seemed to slow down. Gu Li was very happy, and whipped hard, and urgently pulled more than ten steps. Just as he set his bow and arrow, a small black dot flew towards him. Before Gu Li could react, a bloody arrow was penetrated on the horse's neck, and the fishy horse blood shot all over his body. The war horse slid forward in a woeful voice, and the bone was also thrown out heavily. He flipped seven or eight somersaults along the way. When the momentum was almost gone, the head man of the Gu Li tribe had fallen into a blood gourd.

The Wuwan people screamed one after another, and they all pulled their horses and ran towards the head.

Just as the Wuhuan horse slowed down and even stopped, a "swish-swish-swish-swish-swish" sound came from the sky, and sharp arrows hit like rain.

Puff puff puff! Buff puff! Buff puff!

The blood mist was filled with people, the horses were overturned, and the Wuwan people fell down like dumplings.

It is incredible that the rain of arrows after arrows was shot out from a person’s hand!

The most energy-consuming arrows are the most powerful. The power consumed by three arrows is enough to release five arrows in normal times. If you release two rounds of time, you won’t be able to lift your arms up. If you use five arrows in a row, you won’t be able to use your arms for a day. And the horse has already fired two rounds of five beads in a row, and in just eight seconds, he shot ten shots in a row.

Unexpectedly intensive strikes, combined with infrared locking, the hit rate was amazing, and all ten arrows hit. Five people fell off a horse and died on the spot; three people were shot in arrows with their limbs, screaming in pain, completely losing their combat ability; two people were shot in arrows with their horses, either injured or overwhelmed by their horses, and could not move.

From the time the Guli fell off the horse and the Wuwan people were baptized by arrow rain, in just half a minute, the fierce Wuwan people fell down halfway. The remaining ten Wuwan people were scared and panicked. They helped Guli on the horse, turned around and ran away.

Ma Han smiled and rode his horse to chase. With the speed of the silver arrow flying, Ma Han wanted to run. Although the Wuwan people could not catch up, Ma Han wanted to catch up, and now Ma Han wanted to catch up, the Wuwan people would not even want to run.

When the Marquis is chased, the Hundred Steps is a relatively safe distance, and it is difficult for the Marquis to threaten him at this distance; and when the Marquis counter-executed, this problem does not exist. He can completely narrow the distance to fifty steps or even closer to obtain a good shooting distance for one blow. The reason is very simple. Without stirrups, the horse-returning arrow is a nearly impossible and difficult job. In other words, the Marquis can approach without any scruples, get closer; hunt, and hunt again.

Wow! Blood light burst out, and the last man of Wuwan fell down his horse, and his long screams passed away with the wind. In the empty fields, there was no sound except for the sound of the horse's clattering hooves that had lost his master.

This was the 24th arrow shot by Ma Han, including the previously injured Kasuwan people, who were shot and killed, but none of them missed the net. At this time, the Kasuwan people had just escaped less than three hundred steps.

In a very short time, he opened the Six-Stone Strong Bow and shot more than 20 arrows. Ma Han couldn't lift his left arm. After all, this was a flesh-and-blood arm. It was never easy to support more than 300 pounds of heavy pressure in a row.

The white horse's long and strong body turned around the bone power that had fallen to death for two or three times. The white horse owner said indifferently: "Brother Guli, what I said, you're done."

The bones were broken with one hand and one foot, and several ribs were broken. Half of his face was scratched by sand and stones, and the flesh was blurred. The whole face was terrifying. The head of the bones tribe stared at Ma Han with desperate and resentful eyes. If he could move now, he would definitely jump up and strangle the devil's throat at all costs.

"Come on! Kill me. Then, take your slaves to escape, begging not to fall into the hands of King Khanlu, otherwise you will taste the feeling of being dragged by the ponytail and finally dragged into a white bone. Hahaha..."

The mouth is covered with blood, even the teeth are dyed red, the face is distorted, and the smile is extremely terrifying.

"Is the ponytail dragging people? This is a good idea." Ma Han took out a roll of horse rope from the leather bag beside the saddle, held the rope ring and lit up the bone force. "Since you have arrived at the grassland, follow the rules of the grassland people."
Chapter completed!