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Chapter 43 043 [Arrow Killing]

Zhangjiabao, the fort lord’s compound.

A bonfire as tall as a person built in the main courtyard was burning fiercely.

The rising heat drove out the cold wind of December, and the snowflakes falling from the sky turned into raindrops as soon as they approached the courtyard, making the bluestone floor wet and slippery.

In the main room with the door open, hundreds of women and young children were huddled together.

The orange-red flames hit their frightened faces, and even the warm flames could not dispel the coldness in their hearts.

Three hours ago, the Wuhuan people broke into the fort and killed all the adult men in it.

According to tradition, only the women who could bear children and the children who were not taller than the wheels were left.

The child mortality rate in nomadic tribes is too high. If you take the children who don't remember anything back home and raise them for a few years, they will become real Wuhuan people.

In addition, the looted women could also give birth to children for the tribe. The Wuhuan tribe developed and gradually grew stronger through generations of war and plunder.

Therefore, the Wuhuan people respected tradition.

Likewise, they also like tradition, because only tradition allows them to unscrupulously abuse other people's women, steal other people's food, seize other people's cattle and sheep, and make other people's children call them father...

There were several incomplete roasted whole lambs and whole pigs on the bonfire, and empty wine jars were rolling on the ground.

Because most of the Wuhuan soldiers, after eating and drinking, would go to the women who were tied up with long ropes and pick one to go to the house in the side yard for pleasure, there were not many Wuhuan soldiers in the yard at this time.

The adjutant of the cavalry sat alone by the campfire, drinking a mouthful of wine, but he had no interest in having fun with his subordinates.

Last spring and summer, there was a severe drought on the grassland, and countless cattle and sheep starved to death. The Wuhuan tribe, which was short of food in winter, had no choice but to take a small route to enter the Yanhan territory to plunder.

The battle to raid Caogu went smoothly at first, but after Yanhan received the news that foreign cavalry had entered the country, he quickly began to gather a large army.

If the tribe's scattered looting troops encounter the main force of the Yanhan Army, they will be wiped out one by one.

So the Chanyu of the Wuhuan tribe issued an order, asking his tribesmen scattered in several nearby counties to gather together and fight a big battle with the Yanhan.

The centurion of this cavalry was reluctant to give up the food, cloth and women he had looted, so he ordered his adjutant to stay behind with his troops to guard them while he led his troops to provide support.

"Dividing troops on the battlefield is a taboo. How could the centurion not understand this?
The Chanyu was even more stupid than a pig. He knew that his people had no intention of fighting after robbing their property, but he still forced his men to fight.

A great defeat is not far away!"

The adjutant sighed helplessly and took another sip of wine.

squeak--

At this moment, the main courtyard door was pushed open from the outside.

The adjutant subconsciously picked up the weapon beside him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the door was pushed open by a long-faced mule cart.

"Uncle Zhalantuo, have you finished searching for food in the east?"

No one answered.

The mule continued to push forward through the archway and into the yard, revealing the cart full of earthenware jars at the back and the old man sitting on the front wheel of the mule cart with his head drooped.

The other party's appearance and the things in the car made the adjutant alert again.

Whoosh!
But before he could say anything to test it, an arrow shot in from outside the door and pierced the mule's ear.

ho ho-

The injured mule was frightened and rushed towards the bonfire in the middle of the yard like crazy.

boom!
The fire was directly knocked down, the mule and the cart fell to the ground together, and the earthenware jar on the cart broke, spilling rapeseed oil all over the ground.

As the grease flowed, the entire yard was engulfed in flames. The women and children, who had been frightened today, screamed and ran around the house, but because they were tied together by ropes, they tripped and fell to the ground, making a mess.

Hearing the noise here, the Wuhuan soldiers who came from the side yard were forced by the flames to not enter the main yard.

The Wuhuan soldiers in the main courtyard were chased by the flames and fled everywhere.

Two of them escaped to the gate of the courtyard, but before they could rejoice in their survival, they were beheaded by a shining scimitar.

Chen Sheng's figure flashed behind the door. After glancing at the situation in the yard, he quickly walked to the wall, kicked the high wall several times with his feet, and then turned over and jumped onto the wall.

He drew his bow and shot an arrow, which pierced the throat of a Wuhuan soldier who was about to escape from the fire and knocked him into the sea of ​​fire.

Afterwards, he kept shooting with his bow, knocking down several Wuhuan soldiers who were dodging in the main courtyard one by one.

During the entire process, the adjutant of this cavalry remained silent and disguised himself as an ordinary Wuhuan soldier and fled to the side yard.

When he was only a few steps away from escaping, he suddenly raised the long sword in his hand and knocked away an arrow shot by Chen Sheng.

Then he suddenly accelerated, rushed into the side yard, and disappeared from Chen Sheng's sight.

"Oh, there's a master hiding here."

Chen Sheng's eyes darkened slightly, and he continued to shoot and kill the remaining two Wuhuan soldiers.

He seized the opportunity and jumped off the wall, picked up a few quivers from the fire, and climbed out of the yard and disappeared.

When the adjutant arrived at the side yard, he immediately gave orders to the less than twenty tribesmen who had just climbed down from the woman.

"There's no need to panic. The person who set the fire and launched the sneak attack was a martial artist who had cultivated Qi and blood.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he shot and killed several good fighters in a short time, which seems very impressive. In fact, he just took advantage of the chaos caused by the arson.

The terrain of this fort is complex, so we must not disperse. As soon as he shows up, we will raise our bows and shoot him, and we will definitely kill him."

This group of Wuhuan people were all good at killing people. After hearing this, they immediately stood back to back, holding bows and arrows and looking at the roof and wall of the side yard, alert to any place where Chen Sheng might appear.

Whoosh!
A feather arrow pierced through the back of a Wuhuan man's head, and red and white mucus sprayed onto the faces of several people around him.

"Where."

More than a dozen arrows scattered towards the top of the wall where Chen Sheng's head was exposed, but he had already retracted his body back under the wall and avoided this wave of counterattack.

After only four or five breaths, he quickly emerged from another wall and shot, killing another person before retreating calmly.

After this was repeated several times, several Wuhuan people were shot and killed, but Chen Sheng was not even hurt.

Seeing that everyone in the team was suspicious and worried that they would be shot to death at the next moment, morale would collapse sooner or later if this continued.

The adjutant could only grit his teeth.

"We can't stay here any longer, we have to go to a place with enough open space.

Follow me and ride away from the fort."

So, a group of people held their bows high, aimed at the roofs and walls around them, and rushed out of the main courtyard.

They braved the occasional cold arrows shot from hidden places, rode on the horses tied in the next yard, and fled in a swarm along the main road of the fort.

But the rumbling sound of horse hooves soon stopped before leaving the fort.

The fort's gate, which had been wide open, was now blocked by dozens of sacks of grain...

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