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This is why he dared to approach this place. If it weren't for the brave and powerful people who had been through many battles, who would have dared to approach this fierce battle battlefield and those extremely fierce Liao soldiers?

Or this is the chance to escape... Thinking of this, Shen Wubao smiled bitterly, feeling ridiculous about his whimsical thoughts.

Even if the great man was so skilled and alone, how could he defeat three hundred elite cavalrymen? Even those legendary powerful men with high martial arts skills would probably not play much role in this vigorous cavalry battle.

At this moment, approaching the periphery, several Liao soldiers who were searching for the caravans to find the gap had already seen the big cart. They were attracted by the ten horses tied to it, and immediately rushed over, trying to kill people and seize money. Even if there was no property in the cart, it would be worth it to steal the ten good horses!

At this moment, the big man stood up in the car, looking at the fierce Liao soldiers rushing towards him, his expression remained unchanged at all. He stretched out his hand, took a long bow from the top of the carriage, took a sharp arrow, and pointed at the Liao soldiers in the distance.

In an instant, the momentum on his body suddenly changed, and the violent bloodthirsty murderous intent surged rapidly from him. The tall man stood proudly on the cart, pulling his long bow like a full moon, loosening his fingers, and with a whoosh, he shot the sharp arrow far towards the enemy rushing forward!

The arrow, carrying a huge force, instantly tore the air and shot towards the Liao soldiers in front with the sound of wind. A bloodthirsty cold light burst out in the man's eyes.

The Liao soldiers who were slamming the horse and rushed to the front were anxious to grab a good horse. When they suddenly saw a sharp arrow shot, they couldn't dodge. With a puff, the arrow hit the throat. The Liao soldiers had only had time to scream. They all fell to the sky and hit the horse, hitting their heads so that they almost burst out.

When the Liao soldiers behind saw their companions being shot down by arrows, they were frightened and furious. They waved their steel knives, neighed wildly, and galloped forward desperately, trying to rush to the side of the carriage before he fired the second arrow and chopped the man down.

At this moment, the second arrow had arrived!

The Liao soldier who was rushing to the second place saw the cold light coming towards the door, and hurriedly flashed to the right, but it was too late to hit the left eye by the arrow, and with a thump, it penetrated through the back of his head, and penetrated from the left brain, causing brain mass to shoot out quickly.

The Liao soldiers beside him stared wide and finally saw the man's movements: he was using a shockingly quick gesture. He picked up a sharp arrow and placed it on the bow, gently pulled the bow string, instantly pulled the bow full, and loosened his fingers. The arrow shot out!

Shocking and admiration surged in the hearts of the Liao soldiers. He was a battle-hardened archer. He knew the trouble of drawing a bow and shooting. If he shot too many arrows, he would be so tired that his arms were sore and weak, and he needed rest to continue fighting. Who could take arrows, draw arrows, and pull bows in one go, and reach such a fast level like that man?

He had just felt admiration on his face. The sharp arrow had already come to him, and a puff shot through his heart, causing him to scream and fall down. The war horse under his crotch ran forward according to inertia and ran past the carriage.

Luo Dacheng didn't even look at the empty horse, and just used extremely fast speed to draw the bow and shoot arrows. When the war horses rushed to the side of the carriage, the Liao soldiers on the horse were shot overturned by his sharp arrows. He fell to the ground and had to vent their breath but not intake.

In the battlefield over there, the Liao soldiers and the strong men were fighting like fire and tea. They roared and refused to retreat. However, the black-faced Liao general who was responsible for controlling the entire battlefield saw the big cart coming towards him and shot down several of his subordinates. He couldn't help but be furious, raised his sword and shouted, and ordered his personal guards who had not participated in the battle to come forward and kill the man who suddenly came to the battlefield and report it!

Fifty iron cavalry immediately rushed over. They were all wearing thick iron armor, which was much better than other Liao soldiers wearing leather armor.

Seeing the iron cavalry rushing towards him, Luo Dacheng's face appeared with joy. He smiled slightly, put the arrow on the bow, pulled the bow to the full string with both arms, and pointed slightly upwards. He looked at the Liao soldiers rushing towards him, and let his fingers relax and the sharp arrow shot into the sky and shot far away.

A long arc passed through the air, and the sharp arrow fell slightly obliquely, falling into the Liao army group. With a puff, blood flashed out. A Liao army was shot through his throat and screamed and fell off his horse. Then he was trampled by the war horse behind that he could not dodge and died tragically in the wilderness.

Luo Dacheng was smiling, stretched out a hand behind him, patted his shoulder hard, and a crisp laugh sounded in his ear: "It's not bad! It turns out that your archery technique can only be said to be bad, but now it's barely possible!"

Meng Yilan is now very familiar with him. She patted him on the shoulder and praised him for a few words. She immediately jumped out of the carriage, grabbed an empty horse guarding the corpse of the Liao soldiers, rolled over the horse, raised the long bow in her hand, and shot at the Liao soldiers.

Before she climbed onto the horse, Luo Dacheng had already drawn a bow quickly and fired a few arrows at the Liao soldiers from a distance. Although two arrows did not hit the vital point and were blocked by iron armor, the two Liao soldiers who were caught screamed loudly, and they felt as if they were hit hard on their chests. The other Liao soldiers were even more unlucky, and they were hit by arrows in their throats, and they hit the horses in the sky, and died tragically on the spot.

Di Liniang also came out of the carriage, bit her lip and stood beside Luo Dacheng, pulled out her hard bow, and shot towards the Liao soldiers in front. Although her arrow speed was not as fast as Luo Dacheng, her skills were better than him. Naturally, she shot the Liao soldiers one by one and shot them one by one.

The three archers attacked from afar, and the Liao soldiers fell off their horses one by one, and the iron armor hit the ground was loudly sounding.

The black-faced Liao general in the rear looked even darker, raised his sword and roared angrily, ordering his subordinates to rush over, kill them all, or leave two women to gang rape to death, and must use the most cruel method to avenge this bloody revenge!

Hearing his scolding, Luo Dacheng frowned, and his bow was even more sharp. The arrow shot forward like lightning, and gradually the arrow was shot without any slightest. The Liao soldiers wearing iron armor were all caught in arrows in their throats or faces, screaming and falling off their horses, twitching and struggling, but they could never get up again.

The three archers shot arrows together to attack, causing heavy losses to the Liao soldiers. When they rushed to the front of the carriage, there were only five or six people left. They raised their steel knives and neighed fiercely, slashing at the pair of men and women on the carriage.

Within such a close distance, the archer had only one way to die! The remaining Liao soldiers who rushed to the front thought angrily, but saw the man's eyes, violent murderous intent surged wildly, and in an instant it turned into a lion!

The steel knife fell into his hand like lightning, and slashed wildly with the violent wind. Before the Liao soldiers could fall, they were hit hard on their face, instantly shattering their nose bridge, shattering the entire face. The blade was deeply embedded in the face and slashing it into their minds.

The Liao soldier groaned and was cut off and flew out. The uncut ground was left in his eyes. Finally, he saw the scene in the ground. However, his companion who was as close as his brothers and feet was slashed on the iron armor by the furious strong man, and instantly split the iron armor. Blood shot out from his companion's chest like a fountain, allowing him to fly into the air with his armor.

The sword light was like lightning. When the remaining Liao soldiers rushed to the carriage, the cold sword light they suddenly saw was shocked. When the steel sword that was chopping towards Luo Dacheng was not enough to be retracted, they were already chopped into the wind. Even the thick iron armor could not stop the sharp sword energy, causing their blood to gush out of the huge crack.

The girl Shubu, who was accustomed to riding and shooting, rode her horse and shot the last Liao soldier who was about to escape, and looked at Luo Dacheng in surprise. Such a fierce man was a hundred times more fierce than the beast she had seen.

Fifty subordinates in iron armor were easily killed, which made the black-faced Liao general unbelievable. The fact that the tribe who had always been close to him ended in such a tragic end made him extremely sad and angry, but he was unwilling to challenge the man alone. He could only hold up his sword and roar with a shrill voice, calling on his subordinates to come back to help the battle quickly and stop fighting with those desperate people.

The only Liao soldiers left beside him faithfully blew the horn, and sent the shrill sound of the horn to the ears of the Liao soldiers who let go of the killing, making them stunned.

More than 200 Liao soldiers, who had already despaired the merchant guards, rode out from the caravan's convoy. At the command of the Liao general, they rode their horses and galloped towards the cart over there with their swords.

But Luo Dacheng refused to wait for them here; if they were allowed to rush forward and hurt their wife, wouldn’t it be worth the loss?

In the wilderness, everyone was surprised to see a tall man jumping up from the carriage, running wildly, and rushing towards the lonely black-faced Liao general over the extreme speed that was beyond the galloping horse!

A fearful gaze shot out from the black-faced Liao General's eyes. He shouted angrily, and while calling the commander to blow the horn quickly, he took off the long bow from the horse's neck, put on a sharp arrow, pulled the bowstring hard, aimed at Luo Dacheng's heart, and shot it with a fierce arrow!

But his arrow was destined to be futile. In his sudden wide eyes, he clearly saw that the tall man was just one side of his body and easily avoided the sharp arrow he shot, continued to strode and rushed towards him!

General Liao gritted his teeth and used the fastest speed to pick up another arrow from the arrow bag. He put it on the string and pulled it away hard. He was about to shoot at the man, but he was shocked to find that in such a short time, the man had already rushed to him, jumped up, and slashed at him!
Chapter completed!