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"Don't you... feel tired at all?" Li Ji's eyes were full of disbelief when she said this.

Just now, because there was no enemy arrow threat, she secretly poked her head out from behind the big stone, and then saw an incredible scene - this man used only one arm to shoot, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling. She really counted one by one. In less than a cup of tea, he fired thirty-eight arrows. Whether the arrow hit the enemy was not clear at the angle she was at, but in such a short time, shooting so many arrows with one hand was shocked.

What made Li Ji even more terrified was that the man's arm had no stagnation caused by fatigue, as if shooting an arrow was no different from shooting a thirty-eight arrows. And after shooting, he stood up and moved his hands and feet to test the recovery of his left arm and legs, but the right arm was as if nothing had happened.

When Li Ji saw this incredible scene, she also had the urge to pull something. Fortunately, she had excellent qualities, and all her doubts finally turned into a dry sentence: "Don't you... feel tired at all?"

Ma Han did not answer her nonsense, he was checking the bowstring. He shot nearly forty arrows in one breath, and seventy arrows were shot in the first two rounds, and a total of seventy or eighty arrows were shot in the first two rounds. He opened the bowstrings in a short period of time and pulled the strings with high intensity. He had clearly seen the wear marks of the bowstrings. Ma Han's spare bowstrings were placed in his BMW silver arrow saddle bag, but because he could not ride a horse, he handed the horse to Tian Yu to ride. As a result... In other words, once there was a problem with the bowstrings, he would have no strings to replace.

Ma Han turned his head and looked at Li Ji: "Let's look for it at the mountain road, see if there are any bows, get a few more arrows, and find some arrows... But you can't go down to the valley road, I can't be sure if anyone else is pretending to be dead."

Li Ji nodded to respond, got out from behind the big stone, lifted his skirt with both hands, and just ran a few steps, but was stopped by Ma Han in time: "Come back soon, the Xianbei people are attacking."

Yes, the Xianbei people attacked, and they attacked wildly regardless of everything. The four thousand Xianbei army, led by the Xianbei people in the central region, encompassed the elite of the tribes, attacked one person, or at most two people, and suffered heavy casualties and could not do anything. When this matter spread, the reputation of the Xianbei people was over. There is no doubt that after this battle, if that person does not die, he will definitely become a legend of the grassland and the uncrowned king.

"Kill him, no matter how much it costs!"

This is the killing order issued by Kebi Neng.

Thousands of Xianbei people were divided into five echelons under this killing order and entered the valley in sequence. Because the valley was not wide and the mountain road was narrower, they could only place at most 200 people at a time. Kebi Neng had already made his way out, so he ordered 200 people to divide into two teams, 100 people to enter the valley, and 100 people to attack the mountain road. Those who attacked the mountain road could only hold swords and axes (because the mountain road was narrow, it was inconvenient to use spears), while those entering the valley could hold bows and arrows.

This time, all tribes had to send troops, and even the Wuwan people took action, and the capable ministers led the team to the battlefield. In this case, although the Jianti tribe was frightened by the reputation of Ma Han, Fu Luohan still sent two hundred elite soldiers, but he was also careful and did not let his son go to the battlefield.

On the cliff, the mountain wind was flying, and Ma Han looked cold and slowly buckled a captured bronze arrow with a rough workmanship. He knew that it was the most critical moment. The crisis not only came from the enemy, but also from his arrow stock. He had just counted it, and there were still 108 arrows left, of which less than ten were his own triangular heavy arrows, and three pure iron training arrows. The rest were mostly seized. The arrows of the Xianbei people were mostly self-made, with different lengths, and the materials of arrows were different: pig iron, bronze, bone arrows, stone arrows, and everything else. If his bow was not strong enough, even a sharp wooden pole could break the armor and kill the death, I was afraid that the Xianbei people would have rushed to the front.

The Xianbei people have found his weakness and exchanged their lives for arrows. How long can one hundred and eight arrows last?

Ma Han looked up at the sky. It was already past noon, maybe it was early (1-3:00 p.m.), as long as he could hold on until dark, he would win. The Xianbei people had great abilities, but they could not stop people like him from escaping at night.

Two hours! Ke Bineng and Yan Rou, see who can run ahead of time.

The steel teeth of Mahan fell, and the bowstring suddenly loosened, and a bloody battle that started a thousand.

Ma Han focused on the attack, first of all, concentrated in the death zone of the valley road, blocking it, and the Xianbei people's bows and arrows could not pose a threat to him. As for the melee soldiers who followed the mountain road, I don't need to pay attention to it for the time being, and wait for it to come closer.

The Xianbei people on the valley were completely waiting to be slaughtered under the threat of strong bows and sharp arrows. But this time the Xianbei people also learned their lessons. They rode horses and rushed through the death zone at the fastest speed. The mountain road was only ten feet wide, and they could not get too close to the cliff, and they had to give up half of the space for the infantry who snatched the mountain road to distract the horseman's attention, so they could only rush through five horses in parallel at a time.

Under the leadership of a hundred Xianbei people, hundreds of horses were divided into twenty rows, with a whistle and a loud hooves, and the sound was like muffled thunder, resounding throughout the valley.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

The horseman was shot in four arrows, but it was not a man, but a horse. Three arrows hit the head of the horse and one arrow hit the belly of the horse. A series of people were on the valley road, causing the Xianbei cavalry to follow behind to avoid it and take down a lot of them. What's worse, nearly a hundred cavalry behind were blocked and could not advance or retreat, and they all became targets of arrows.

Swallow! Puff! Swallow! Puff!

After dozens of arrows shot down, the valley was already in a mess. The war horses that fell to the ground and the Xianbei people who were trampled into mud raised the valley three feet high.

The Xianbei people wanted to pass the valley road quickly, but they were smart but were mistaken for intelligence, and the valley road was blocked by themselves.

Ma Han eliminated the threat from the valley road and quickly pointed the arrow at the Xianbei people climbing the mountain. At this time, the Xianbei people who were rushing to the front had just rushed to the middle of the mountain.

The Xianbei people also learned their lessons and did not dare to go up dozens at once, but to go up ten people at once. The first group did not rush to the top of the mountain, and the second group would never move.

Since the Xianbei people clearly wanted to die, or exchange their lives for arrows, Ma Han was not polite, and he could kill as much as he could. A bowstring was squeaked, and screamed in response to the string...

Just as Ma Han was slapping Hu with a mechanical killer posture, he suddenly heard Li Ji screaming: "Be careful!"

Almost at the same time, Ma Han also felt a danger approaching, and a sharp wind suddenly came towards him. Ma Han quickly raised his arm to block it, and a muffled arrow shot on his right forearm, with a strong force. Then every two arrows came in succession, and with a loud bang, it hit the leopard bow arm, and the arrow shot into the wood half a minute.

Ma Han was furious. He had discovered that the person who attacked him was the one who escaped his death arrow when he was racing to charge at the beginning. Because this person started quickly and charged quickly, and the horse general was focused on cutting off the Xianbei team, he became a fish that escaped. Unexpectedly, he actually climbed the opposite cliff and raided with arrows.

After seeing a hundred Xianbei people in the attack but failed, Ma Han quickly disappeared into a tree trunk as thick as a bucket. He smiled coldly and picked up a dark pig iron arrow from the ground. This kind of iron arrow was a training arrow that Ma Han ordered the craftsmen of Hange tribe to make, with only three. The reason why it is called training arrows is because the leopard bow is too strong. When Ma Han practices riding and shooting, the arrows shot out by Ma Han are repeatedly damaged. When Ma Han was still in Gongsun Zan's military camp, Ma Han tried his first leopard bow, and one-third of the twenty arrows were destroyed, which is an obvious example.

In order to save arrows, Mahan ordered the craftsmen to create ten pure iron arrows, so that they can be used repeatedly. This time he went north, he brought three. He needed to practice riding and shooting at all times. There was no shortcut, only by being familiar with it.

The horseman weighed seven kilograms and the iron arrow was buckled on the string, his eyes narrowed, and his sharp edge was flashing. With the creaking sound, the leopard bow was pulled into a full moon. Not every time the horseman shot an arrow, he pulled the bow like a full moon, and like shooting the Xianbei people on the mountain road, it was enough to only draw half a bow. Now he has drawn the full bow and used the iron arrow for the first time.

Buzz —

The sound of iron arrows shooting is very different from ordinary wooden arrows. A black light hits a big tree on the cliff thirty feet away.

The Xianbei people were leaning against the big tree and pulled out three arrows, one with its string, one holding it between its fingers, and one biting it in their mouths. He exhaled a few breaths, and his body moved, and he was about to flash out, and three arrows came out of his head. Suddenly, there was a blast behind him, and his whole body was shaken. A bloody black arrow suddenly appeared in his left chest, and there were a few pieces of fine wood chips on the arrow.

A hundred Xianbei people had eyes bulging, unbelievable, their bodies twitched constantly, their mouths and hands relaxed, and their bows fell to the ground...

The sun shadow is slanting westward, and corpses are stacked on the valley road. Not only can they not ride horses, but they cannot even walk, which seriously affects the continuous combat. Under such circumstances, it is completely impossible to pass through the death zone quickly.

Nearly a third of the Xianbei people have been killed. Due to the obstruction of the valley, Kebien had to order the attack to suspend the attack and clear the valley. Thousands of Xianbei cavalry were silent,

Under the banner, Yan Rou narrowed her eyes, looked at the cliff for a while, and suddenly pointed: "I have a premonition that his arrows are almost used up."

Zhuluohou gritted his teeth, fearful and hated, "This demon, within half an hour, shot and killed nearly 300 Great Xianbei warriors in one after another... I don't believe it, he still has the strength!"
Chapter completed!