A roar of grief came from the mouth of a young herder. He pounced on him to pull out the spear, but was twitched by the whip that was hard on his head, and he threw himself on the ground in pain. The two Liao soldiers were still holding long whips, thrusting hard on him, refusing to stop. They needed to show their authority in this way, so that the herders knew their fear and lost the courage to resist.

The herdsmen looked at each other with grief and anger. Although their anger was ignited in their hearts, they were unarmed and their bows and arrows were taken away by the Liao soldiers. What would they use to fight against the Liao soldiers?

A long line of people rushed towards this side, almost everyone was riding on horses or sitting on a big cart. The cart, with a lot of cargo, crushed the wheels into the grass.

The Liao soldiers were surprised when they saw it from afar. It was obviously a caravan, and it was probably a smuggling caravan. In fact, no matter whether they were smuggling or not, as long as they had no backend, they could plunder with confidence and boldness. Everything was the spoils of the Liao soldiers.

With the same dream as the pioneers, dozens of Liao soldiers immediately rushed out and rushed towards the caravan.

They quickly approached the caravan and stood in front of the caravan. Before they could speak, sharp arrows shot at the face, and shot three Liao soldiers out of their horses.

Suddenly encountered an unexpected blow, the Liao soldiers were shocked, and in anger they raised their whips to slash the war horses and rushed towards the caravan ahead.

After only one breathing time, another sharp arrow flew out of the caravan, shooting the Liao soldiers in the front to fall off the horse. The accuracy of the arrow made him not even scream. The arrow shot directly onto his Adam's apple, smashing the Adam's apple, and the tip of the arrow kept coming out of the back of his neck. The neck bones were broken.

The ordinary guards in the caravan all stood up and watched the performance of the three senior guards, and their expressions on their faces were dull and numb.

They had long been used to watching the three men and women's archery performances. Like these few dozen Liao soldiers, they didn't even have enough to stuff their teeth. At most, they would warm up the man named Luo and the battle would be over.

Just as they thought. Luo Dacheng's hands were as fast as lightning, and he kept putting arrows on the bow, pulling them apart, shooting them out, and moving them quickly, as if he would never be tired.

After a long period of training and actual combat, his archery movements became faster and faster, and gradually became more and more skillful as if he was eating. Without thinking, he shot the arrow out.

The two beautiful girls were so fast that they were also surprising. They themselves did not expect that after spending a long time with Luo Dacheng, their archery movements gradually accelerated due to their influence and subtle competitive psychology. Although they were still far from keeping up with Luo Dacheng's archery speed, they were also rare consecutive arrows and sharpshooters.

Seeing his subordinates fall down from their horses one by one and fall on the grassland, the hundreds of cavalry captains of the Liao soldiers almost went crazy. The enemy's arrows were so fierce and so precise that he almost thought he was fighting an entire army.

But he clearly saw that three men and women were riding out of the caravan, constantly shooting arrows and killing his subordinates, making him unable to see clearly, and his subordinates always fell down, making him understand that the man was not making false moves to scare people.

Knowing that he had encountered a strong man, the Hundred Cavalry Captain could not retreat, so he could only scream and ordered all his subordinates to attack immediately, and the herdsmen would leave aside. Even if they were asked to escape, there was no way!

Dozens of cavalry behind followed him and rode his horse across the grassland and headed towards the caravan in the distance. At this time, the dozens of cavalry running in front were almost shot and killed by Luo Dacheng.

This time, the captain of the Hundred Cavalry learned his lesson and ordered his subordinates to shoot the enemy from a distance. Although it is always easy to shoot inaccurately when riding on horseback, it is better than being shot by them with a continuous arrow before they get close.

Before entering the range of an arrow, a sharp arrow had already shot at the face. Liao General was shocked and hurriedly dodged to the side, barely dodging the vital points, but his left shoulder was also shot into the arrow, instantly shot iron armor, and shot heavily in. In the midst of severe pain, his left arm could not move for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp arrow shot, shooting one of his subordinates around him down. Now it is still far from the place of an arrow.

The Liao soldiers in other places shouted in fear and anger, raised their bows and arrows, and shot the arrows desperately at the three men. However, their distance was too far, and the arrows mostly fell softly in front of the three men. Even if the range was enough, they were far from accurate enough. They just shot into the caravan obliquely, causing the guards to scold them in anger.

Because the Liao soldiers were out of range, Meng Yilan had already stopped the bow and arrow in her hand and watched Luo Dacheng ride out helplessly and run towards the Liao soldiers over there.

In her opinion, Luo Dacheng was becoming more and more like a monster. Even if he was so far away, he could still shoot so accurately, which made her feel frustrated after practicing riding and shooting for many years.

Luo Dacheng was galloping on the horse, and saw arrows shooting at his face, but he had no idea and had no need to dodge. Even if an arrow was occasionally shot directly, he raised his bow and tweeted it, he was pushed away and shot into the distance.

But the arrows he raised his bow and fought back were all perfect, making a rapid whistling sound in the air, and shot heavily over a long distance on the Liao soldiers. Even if the smart arrows could flash, they were shot through the iron armor by the extremely heavy arrows and shot directly into their flesh.

After many practical explorations, Luo Dacheng can now gradually let the arrows shoot out with the qi, and even if they are far apart, they can shoot through iron armor. Especially these Liao soldiers are not too thick to penetrate the subway armor, and they can shoot through them easily. Although they cannot kill them with one arrow, it is enough for the Liao soldiers to suffer.

The Liao soldiers planted the grassland from their horses and screamed in pain. The captured herders widened their eyes in surprise when they looked at the scene.

The handsome man riding a horse in the distance and galloping back and forth was tall and strong, but his movements were extremely flexible and fast. Even at such a distance, he could shoot the Liao soldiers wearing iron armor one by one. This kind of archery technique made the herdsmen who were accustomed to riding and shooting the land deeply amazed. In a trance, he regarded the man who was fighting against a hundred as a god-like figure.

The war horses on both sides galloped against each other, and the cavalry on one side kept falling off the horse, and screams spread far away on the grassland.

When they were dozens of steps away, the Liao soldiers were finally able to shoot directly, but at this time, their number was less than ten.

The captain of the Hundred Cavalry had given up the idea of ​​shooting archery to attack the enemy. He could only use his right hand that could still move, raise the sharp steel knife, roared in grief, and rushed towards Luo Dacheng.

Luo Dacheng also gave up on the war horse. After all, it was difficult to use a bow to dial the arrow and keep the war horse from being injured by the arrow. Therefore, he simply jumped off the horse, ran wildly, and ran towards the Liao soldiers at a faster speed than the galloping horse.

The Liao soldiers widened their eyes and were at a loss of surprise. Then they saw the tall man strode raised his hard bow, pulled it gently, and shot the arrow toward this side with a whoosh. Then a stunned Liao soldier shouted and fell off his horse.

The remaining Liao soldiers hurriedly pulled the arrow and aimed at the man desperately. But when the arrow was shot, they clearly saw that the man just took a step toward the side, and the sharp arrow he shot passed by him, roaring into the grass, without causing any harm to him.

Immediately afterwards, another sharp arrow was pulled out from the arrow bag behind him and put on his bowstring. Luo Dacheng ran with great strides, pulled the bowstring while running, and relaxed it gently. With a whoosh, the sharp arrow broke through the air, shooting a Liao soldier into the front door and hit the horse.

The Liao soldiers roared in anger and fear, desperately preparing to fight back. As soon as they put the arrow on the bowstring, two more companions were already caught in the arrow; when the bowstring was halfway, another one died. When the bowstring was finally pulled like a full moon, there were only three Liao soldiers who could pull the bowstring into the shape of a full moon.

Three arrows were shot at the same time, and they shot out crookedly, one of them shot directly into the sky.

The Liao soldiers who shot this arrow had fallen to the sky, and a sharp arrow was deeply inserted into his throat. The last arrow was shot to the sky without any strength before he died.

Luo Dacheng dodged the two arrows like lightning, strode forward, pulled out the sword from his waist, and rushed over from below, instantly piercing the lower abdomen of the two remaining Liao soldiers, making them moan and fall down. Their whole body shrank into a ball, and blood kept flowing out of their abdomen, dyeing the green grass red.

The remaining cavalry captains were already full of blood red eyes, holding up the sword high and slashing towards Luo Dacheng fiercely.

This sword was destined to not cut Luo Dacheng's head. He just waved the knife and tweeted upwards. General Liao's wrist hit the blade that was turning upwards, and it broke with a snap. The sword flew in the air and shot into the grass with a crack. The handle of the knife kept shaking, and there was a bloody broken hand on it.

The Liao general, who had all his arms deposed, roared in grief and anger, but had no choice but to let the war horses gallop and run around the grassland.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves rang out from the herdsmen's team. The young herdsmen were riding on the horse, with whip marks on their faces and blood oozing out of the blood.

His face was filled with grief and anger. He fought desperately to chase after him. He made a big circle on the grassland, waved his hand and waved the rope to the horse, accurately put it on the Liao general's neck, and pulled it hard---
Chapter completed!