His arrogant nature determined Tumen's death. He was eager to take revenge after suffering some losses. This reckless man was getting closer and closer to death, but he didn't even know it.
Suddenly, the horse of the rider in front suddenly jumped and neighed, as if it was frightened. No one saw it, and a dark crossbow arrow shot the horse in the night.
The team's advance had to be slowed down. Tumen frowned slightly and looked at the soldiers in front who were shouting and beating, trying to control the frightened horses.
It was now - Guo Dajing aimed at Tumen and shot a fatal arrow.
Although Guo Dajing has basically mastered shooting with a crossbow, he is not yet sure that he will hit a fast-moving target with one hit.
The crossbow arrow pierced the air and struck silently. Less than fifty meters away, the arrow was hard and accurate and hit Tumen's head.
Tumen had experienced hundreds of battles and killed many people, but he reached the end of his life in an instant. A powerful crossbow arrow shot into his head, causing him to stagger, and then he lost consciousness and fell off his horse.
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Guo Dajing put away his crossbow and quietly retreated in the direction he came from. He should not be greedy for credit. There were hundreds of enemies who were frantically pouring into the woods to search and kill him. He would face great danger.
"Sir--" the soldier quickly noticed something strange about Tumen, jumped off his horse and exclaimed loudly.
The cluster of arrows protruding from Tumen's head clearly told the surrounding Jianlu people what had just happened.
"An enemy fired a cold arrow."
"In the woods."
The builders were furious and looked towards the woods beside the road. The impatient guy had already dismounted and rushed in brandishing his weapon.
Guo Dajing followed the route he had observed, sometimes walking at a high speed, sometimes hiding behind a tree, listening to the noise and shouting behind him, and sneered.
It was dark at night, covered by woods, and Guo Dajing was in disguise. It was obviously very difficult to discover and pursue him.
The sound became quieter and fainter, and Guo Dajing returned to the vicinity of the confrontation with Jianlu Sentinel.
After careful observation, Guo Dajing was convinced that Jianlu's sentinels and forwards were continuing their pursuit, and there was no one here.
Despite this, Guo Dajing still cautiously slowed down, held the crossbow in a standard alert posture, and continued to move forward.
A corpse of Jianlu appeared in his sight, and he was the one who killed it with a sniper. He didn't know whether Jianlu was in a hurry to pursue it, or whether he didn't notice it in the dark night.
Guo Dajing hesitated for a moment, then approached, conducted a search, and cut off Jianlu's head.
Armor and weapons are what Guo Dajing will need in the future. In his mind, building a strong army with strong armor and powerful soldiers is his most persistent goal.
The sound of horse hooves sounded, and Guo Dajing raised his head warily. He quickly made a judgment, quickly approached the road, and was ready for an attack.
The two cavalry Jianlu sentries galloped back, obviously to report the situation to the brigade. Most likely, the forwards were blocked by the Dongjiang Army.
Guo Dajing was already lying in ambush on the roadside, aiming and shooting at the oncoming Jianlu. In order to ensure accuracy, he aimed at the enemy's war horses.
The war horse suddenly neighed and jumped, and the Jianlu sentry on the horse was caught off guard. But relying on his superb riding skills, he kept shouting and shouting, holding the reins with his hands, holding the horse with his legs, and trying to control the horse.
Collapse! With the sound of the bow, Guo Dajing fired a second crossbow arrow, knocking off the hurried Jianlu from his horse.
The Jianlu rider behind him also had to slow down due to the accident in front. It wasn't until his companion screamed and fell off his horse that he realized he was being attacked by an enemy.
While picking up the bow and arrow from his horse, the Jianlu crouched down on his horse, grabbed the horse's belly, sped up, and tried to rush over.
Guo Dajing did not rush to shoot, but estimated the speed of the war horse and moved the crossbow. Just when Jianlu was about to rush past the road where he was, he pulled the trigger.
The war horse neighed and fell to the ground, and the Jianlu rider was thrown out. Although he was very strong, he rolled on the ground several times and was dizzy.
Just as Jianlu got up half his body, a crossbow arrow shot silently and hit him hard in the chest. Reluctantly, Jianlu looked down weakly and then fell down.
Guo Dajing stepped forward quickly, beheaded, and searched, all at once, and his movements became more and more skillful.
Then, Guo Dajing marched along the roadside, preparing to mercilessly attack and kill the lone prisoners coming and going.
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Niulu Erzhen Saltai frowned and stared at the battle ahead, waiting for the rear group to arrive for support.
It was dark and it was difficult to see the number of enemies, but from the density of arrows and the strength of the blockade, Saltai judged that there would be no less than 500 people.
If it were a field battle on flat ground, Saltai would have the confidence to lead a hundred cavalry in a rampage and easily defeat the enemy.
However, the enemy occupied a dangerous place that blocked the road and had simple fortifications. The Jianzhou warriors could only dismount and climb high to fight on foot. Despite their superb shooting skills, they could not break through in one fell swoop.
Dare to launch an attack with more than a hundred cavalry, which shows Jianlu's arrogance. Of course, Saltai did not think so, but operated normally.
The number of troops was still too small to form a coherent and sustained attack, as well as an extremely dense rain of arrows.
Saltai ordered the attacking troops to withdraw, not wanting to increase unnecessary casualties. Looking back impatiently, Saltai felt that the speed of the large group of troops was really slow enough.
Of course he didn't know that because of the murder of the general Tumen, a large group of people who were furious were searching for and killing the attackers. The sentinel who sent the report was actually killed by Guo Dajing.
"Send another sentinel to report back, and ask the team to come as soon as possible." Saltai was really anxious and turned around to order in a deep voice, "The enemy has hundreds of troops at the rear. They rely on dangerous terrain to block the attack. We have few troops and it is difficult to break through."
The messenger handed down the order, and the two sentinels galloped towards the road and went to report to the brigade.
The blocking force on the opposite side was led by Zhang Pan himself. Not only did he take the lead, but he was also worried that without him in charge, the troops would not block it with all their strength.
"This is the vanguard of Jianlu -" Zhang Pan observed the situation clearly and narrowed his eyes, "There are only more than a hundred riders."
The men and horses responsible for blocking the rear are all elites. This is ancient military common sense. Both the vanguard and the rear must be tough.
And more than 800 troops may not be able to take the initiative to attack, defeat the vanguard of the Jianlu, and frustrate the enemy's spirit.
Thinking of this, Zhang Pan immediately ordered Zhou Qing to lead the way and lead two hundred soldiers to detour through the woods on the flanks to attack the enemy from a flank.
At this time, Guo Dajing killed two more Jianlu sentry detectives on the road, and also got a horse. His speed was faster and he was getting closer and closer.
In the distance, he could vaguely see the light of a torch. Guo Dajing quickly dismounted his horse, left the road, sneaked among the trees and snowdrifts on the roadside, and approached Jianlu.
Jianlu's attention was all on the front and sides, and he was completely unaware of the murderous god lurking behind him, and his vigilance was very lax.
Guo Dajing dived as close as fifty or sixty meters before stopping to observe.