"Shut the sound--" The military police looked at the conversation between the people, glared at him in an instant, and scolded him.

Wei Yanshou quickly shut up and looked ahead.

The few people on the side were listening to it, and sincerely expressed their curiosity about the benefits of the little widow.

"Buzz--" Suddenly, arrows from both sides began to sprinkle like rain, falling from the sky, and then ringing among the Tang army.

In a trance, Wei Yanshou felt a punch in his chest. He looked down and an arrow had landed on his chest, then slid down from the bright light armor, leaving a white dot the size of a thumb.

"Grandma, how accurate is this Song man ejaculated—"

He cursed, holding a spear, Wei Yanshou looked at him without squinting, and was thinking about how to take revenge in his heart.

Then, he turned his head and looked at him. There were about a hundred people, many of them were simple plate armor, but the protection was pretty good. Only two or three people were shot and fell down. Later, the rest of the people bypassed and continued to move forward.

"It's a blessing that there is a lot of people, otherwise they will die!"

I sighed in my heart that suddenly, another rain of arrows hit, as if it was really like rain, and there were endless sounds of storm.

But everyone walked forward in armor without wavering. Without military orders, no one dared to retreat, and even more frightened.

Wei Yanshou was affected by such momentum and dared not speak anymore. He looked ahead, his eyes full of murderous aura: "How many people do I have to survive or the archery officer or the lieutenant--"

"Shoot--" At this time, the front row suddenly bent down three lines and put them in a row. Wei Yanshou could just see the Song army's black army formation. It was as thick as the city wall, and the pressure doubled, and his forehead couldn't help but sweat.

Then, the three-row infantry lined up in densely, without any gaps, bent down slightly, took out crossbow arrows from their waists, and shot them in front of them.

The distance between the Song army was only thirty or forty steps, and it seemed that the Tang army would actually shoot a crossbow arrow, and the team was shocked.

This kind of direct shooting, with a short distance, is extremely powerful. Even armor is difficult to defend against. Thousands of crossbow arrows were shot out, and the Song army immediately fell down hundreds of people.

"Shooting—" Wei Yanshou knew that the man was his commander. When he saw the fall of Song Bing, he continued to order without hesitation.

Immediately, the front three rows retreated, the back three rows forward, bent down and shot.

Hundreds of people were killed or injured.

The Song army was furious and took great steps forward regardless of death and injury.

When the commander saw that the distance was too close, he immediately stopped and prepared for close combat.

Two rounds of volleys took away nearly a thousand people, and the results achieved were remarkable.

However, the Song people were not timid at all, as if they were angry with the blood, and became more and more brave and fearless, and rushed towards them.

It seemed that at this moment, the two armies collided like a rumble of thunder in the valley, and like thousands of acres of raging waves slapped against the reefs.

The spears slashed each other, and the dense rain of arrows was like locusts passing through the border, covering the sky, dull shouts and short roars were shocked inexplicably.

Ordinary soldiers only feel crowded and crowded.

The soldiers in the front collided heavily between the armor, then poked and stabbed hard until the other party fell down, and then poked one.

Either you stab someone or you are stabbed by someone else.

In Li Wei's sight, the huge and wide rain of arrows from the Song people fell from the sky, endlessly, thousands.

But in the face of this, the Tang army suffered extremely small losses due to armor, and for the bear infantry in the front row, the losses were even slight, and it was not an exaggeration to scratch it.

"Shut the sound--" The military police looked at the conversation between the people, glared at him in an instant, and scolded him.

Wei Yanshou quickly shut up and looked ahead.

The few people on the side were listening to it, and sincerely expressed their curiosity about the benefits of the little widow.

"Buzz--" Suddenly, arrows from both sides began to sprinkle like rain, falling from the sky, and then ringing among the Tang army.

In a trance, Wei Yanshou felt a punch in his chest. He looked down and an arrow had landed on his chest, then slid down from the bright light armor, leaving a white dot the size of a thumb.

"Grandma, how accurate is this Song man ejaculated—"

He cursed, holding a spear, Wei Yanshou looked at him without squinting, and was thinking about how to take revenge in his heart.

Then, he turned his head and looked at him. There were about a hundred people, many of them were simple plate armor, but the protection was pretty good. Only two or three people were shot and fell down. Later, the rest of the people bypassed and continued to move forward.

"It's a blessing that there is a lot of people, otherwise they will die!"

I sighed in my heart that suddenly, another rain of arrows hit, as if it was really like rain, and there were endless sounds of storm.

But everyone walked forward in armor without wavering. Without military orders, no one dared to retreat, and even more frightened.

Wei Yanshou was affected by such momentum and dared not speak anymore. He looked ahead, his eyes full of murderous aura: "How many people do I have to survive or the archery officer or the lieutenant--"

"Shoot--" At this time, the front row suddenly bent down three lines and put them in a row. Wei Yanshou could just see the Song army's black army formation. It was as thick as the city wall, and the pressure doubled, and his forehead couldn't help but sweat.

Then, the three-row infantry lined up in densely, without any gaps, bent down slightly, took out crossbow arrows from their waists, and shot them in front of them.

The distance between the Song army was only thirty or forty steps, and it seemed that the Tang army would actually shoot a crossbow arrow, and the team was shocked.

This kind of direct shooting, with a short distance, is extremely powerful. Even armor is difficult to defend against. Thousands of crossbow arrows were shot out, and the Song army immediately fell down hundreds of people.

"Shooting—" Wei Yanshou knew that the man was his commander. When he saw the fall of Song Bing, he continued to order without hesitation.

Immediately, the front three rows retreated, the back three rows forward, bent down and shot.

Hundreds of people were killed or injured.

The Song army was furious and took great steps forward regardless of death and injury.

When the commander saw that the distance was too close, he immediately stopped and prepared for close combat.

Two rounds of volleys took away nearly a thousand people, and the results achieved were remarkable.

However, the Song people were not timid at all, as if they were angry with the blood, and became more and more brave and fearless, and rushed towards them.

It seemed that at this moment, the two armies collided like a rumble of thunder in the valley, and like thousands of acres of raging waves slapped against the reefs.

The spears slashed each other, and the dense rain of arrows was like locusts passing through the border, covering the sky, dull shouts and short roars were shocked inexplicably.

Ordinary soldiers only feel crowded and crowded.

The soldiers in the front collided heavily between the armor, then poked and stabbed hard until the other party fell down, and then poked one.

Either you stab someone or you are stabbed by someone else.

In Li Wei's sight, the huge and wide rain of arrows from the Song people fell from the sky, endlessly, thousands.
Chapter completed!