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A hundred steps away from the Hange village wall, thousands of Wuwan people had surrounded each other, some of them dismounted and some were galloping back and forth, ready to shoot.

Although the Hango village wall is just a one-person-high earth enclosure, it is by no means just a wall. After the last attempted invasion of the Wuwan people, the Hango tribe took it as a warning and made a series of enhancements and improvements to the defense of the village wall. For example, an inner wall was added, which was three meters apart from the outer wall as a second line of defense; for example, a large number of thorns were cut down, piled up on the outer wall, and tied the earth wall with vines, making it difficult for the invading enemy to climb; for example, a trench with a width and depth of nearly meter outside the earth wall was dug out to prevent the enemy from attacking, and he could only fight in an honest manner.

It was precisely because of this series of defensive measures that although they were simple, they had not even had many ladders and only relied on the sea of ​​people to fight against the Wuwan people, but they had to stand it for three days. In just three days, these simple defenses had been almost destroyed: the trenches had been filled with mud and corpses, and the thorns were also destroyed by the Wuwan people with swords and axes, and picked them away with spears. For this reason, the Wuwan people paid more than 300 lives. Now, it was finally time for them to demand the price.

Rumble! Fifty steps away from the village wall, dense Wuhuan cavalry flew past the wall, smoke and dust filled the sky and rained, and the Hango tribes were shooting overwhelmingly at the Hango tribes behind the wall. Many tribes held pot lids, pottery pots, door panels, and homemade wooden shields, and leather shields to resist the arrows. The Wuhuan people also used single bows, and the penetration power of the arrows was limited. As long as they were blocked, they could not be shot through, but it would be difficult to block them.

Tangnu stood at the height of the sentry tower, with a round shield in his arm, holding a two-stone hard bow in his hand, gritted his teeth, and kept firing. He shot more than twenty arrows in a row, and then replaced one single bow, and shot more than ten arrows. The finger constellation of the leather finger was worn out. In just half a stick of incense, he shot nearly thirty cavalry in one go. The five entourage beside him also shot wildly, and they also made great efforts to shoot. Even when the Wuwan Hu cavalry passed by the sentry tower, they opened up the distance and circled far away.

After the Wuwan cavalry surrounded Hango Village and suppressed dozens of rounds, they retreated one after another with a rough horn sound. Hundreds of Wuwan people held swords and spears, rushed out of the thick fog and dust, and rushed towards the village wall. When the fast horse was about to hit the village wall, the Wuwan people suddenly stopped their horses and turned, and the war horses passed by the wall. The Wuwan people took advantage of the momentum to jump up. Some were in mid-air and were shot by arrows and javelins, while others were lucky enough to pounce on the wall.

"Kill! Never let a Wuwan person come in!" Tang Nu raised his bow and shot a Wuwan person who was about to climb over the wall. Unexpectedly, he was unable to draw the bow and could only half a string. As a result, the Wuwan person was caught in the arrow, but instead became fierce. He pulled out a bloody arrow, chopped down a civilian with one knife, and jumped down. Before he could stand firm, a thick figure rushed in from the thorn and smashed the Wuwan person's head with one hammer.

Tangnu looked closely and found that it was Meng Yuan, the bow maker, who couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Meng Yuan smiled and carried the iron hammer on his shoulder. Tang Nu's face suddenly changed, and he pointed at Meng Yuan and raised his hand and had an arrow. Meng Yuan was so angry that he watched the arrow shoot - flying through his ears, and a scream came from behind him.

Meng Yuan turned around in horror and realized that a short axe-holding man in Wuwan was covering his face and falling down...

The battle for the village walls is gradually becoming more intense under such a fierce battle between swords and arrows and arrows.

Seeing that the Hango tribe was about to resist, a loud sound of horse hooves came from a distance, with a huge sound of horse hooves, which were as many as hundreds of cavalry.

When Tangnu heard the special sound of iron hoofs, he shouted happily: "Our cavalry is back! Everyone works hard to drive the Wuwan people out!"

Sure enough, the cavalry rushed past the wall like a whirlwind, raised their bows and fired violently like rain. All the Wuwan people who had not yet crossed the earthen wall shot down. However, the few Wuwan people who had already crossed the village wall were lost because of their loss of support and were surrounded by Hango tribes surrounded by swords and rods, which made the dog's brains come out.

One of the important reasons why Hange Village can handle it in the past few days is that there is this mobile cavalry waiting for an opportunity outside the village. At every critical moment, they will appear, poke the chrysanthemums of the Wuwan people from behind, and then run away, making the Wuwan people unable to catch up.

Although the Wuwan people also had wandering watches, in order to defend against this elusive cavalry, the cordon line had to be lengthened and the troops were scattered, and they could not intercept the concentrated light cavalry. The Hango cavalry used this wolf pack tactic and repeatedly made achievements, and repeatedly recovered the crisis at critical moments.

Seeing that the Wuwan people were repelled again, Tangnu on the mail tower waved his hand excitedly, but at this moment, he seemed to see something, his whole body froze, his face changed drastically, and he roared to the southwest halberd fingers: "Be careful, Wuwan people... God! It is the cavalry guard of King Khanlu, and the old thief Wuyan actually put all the goods under his box..."

The Khanlu King's cavalry guards, with a total of more than 300 cavalry. Under the leadership of the leader of the thousand Chang Chilu, one man and two cavalry, with excellent bows and horses, suddenly emerged from a dense forest, bit the Hango cavalry and chased them wildly.

The two hundred Hange cavalry team was attacked suddenly and almost cut into pieces. Fortunately, they had been trained for a long time and were very disciplined. Although they were shocked, the center of the cavalry team quickly ran outward, and they returned to their horses to shoot from time to time. The two wings intercepted from the flanks, forming a convex semicircle. As the Hange cavalry ran, the semicircle continued to expand outward, and seemed to be dispersed at any time, but it was always sparse and not dispersed.

The two sides kept shooting at each other. Although the bows and arrows used were similar, the Hango cavalry shot back and took the opportunity to shoot with the wind, while the Wuwan cavalry shot against the wind, so the range was naturally slightly less than that. With just such a slight difference, the casualties ratio tilted.

When the Hango cavalry was strangling with the Wuwan cavalry guards, Puflu personally led all the Wuwan people to bet on the Hango village. Although more than 1,200 Wuwan people, although they were not elite and had simple equipment, were all strong and bloodthirsty and fierce. They were much stronger than the Hango village, which accounted for half of the old and weak. After pushing forward, in just half an hour, they broke through the outer wall and entered the Hango village.

"Retreat, all retreat into the inner wall!" Tangnu's voice was hoarse and could not shout out loud. Every time he issued an order, the entourage beside him would be cheered. Although there were also flag-raising commands, most of the guards were general members, and how many people could understand the flag sign? So this communication had to be basically yelled.

In fact, it was not necessary for Tangnu to issue an order. Most of the people of the army had already found something wrong and retreated one after another. Some of them were running slowly. They were chased by the Wuwan people from behind, poked by axes and spears, and killed instantly. Tangnu's eyes turned red. He raised his arms and bows, but his arms were trembling, as if he raised a mountain and could not pull the bowstrings. Today, he had shot nearly a hundred arrows one after another, which was extraordinary. His finger condoms were worn out, his fingers were bleeding, and his arms could no longer be lifted. Now he could not shoot an arrow. The people of the army were slaughtered, and his heart was bleeding. Hange Village was in danger.

A hundred steps away from the village wall, Puflu and fifty cavalry guards were staring at each other, like a wolves waiting for an opportunity to pounce on the wall. Seeing that more than a thousand warriors broke into the village wall, and the Hango tribes retreated step by step, Puflu opened his mouth and laughed wildly: "The Hango tribe is going to be finished, where are your Hango cavalry? Why don't you come to rescue the encirclement? Hahahaha!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a group of bad wolf running around and running desperately, as if a group of evil wolf was chasing behind him.

Before Pfro could react, a strangely dressed cavalry rushed out of the smoke and dust: wearing a hat, wearing a thick felt, everyone was covered with masks, holding a strange crossbow in their hands, and came over with righteousness.

Where did these cavalry come from? Before Pfro's thoughts could be changed, his cavalry guards had already divided up thirty cavalry and rushed to intercept. The opponent had only more than thirty cavalry, and his cavalry guards were all elite, and they could be easily killed one-on-one. This was Pfro's idea. But as soon as the two sides contacted, they almost shocked Pfro's chin.

The Karasuan Cavalry was afraid of accidentally injuring the hunted troops, so they did not dare to shoot arrows. Instead, they planned to kill the enemy with swords, axes, spears, and lassoes. Of course, they also saw the crossbow in the enemy's hands, so they all raised their shields and prepared to block the enemy's attack and then rushed to fight. But the next moment, the Karasuan Cavalry found that they were very wrong.

After the cavalry approached, they raised their hands and shot - most of the Wuwan cavalry guards blocked the arrow, and only three or four cavalry moved slightly and were shot off the horse. When the cavalry guards lowered their arms and shields according to their usual thinking, drew their swords and axes to prepare for the killing, they were shocked to find that the enemy did not pull the strings and arrows at all, but quickly moved a rod-like thing, and then, continuous crossbow arrows shot out like beads...

The Karasuan cavalry was hit by a fatal blow in an instant. Some people hit three or four arrows in their faces, and their faces were covered with blood and their faces were falling; some were rolling and falling off their horses; some were fighting horses, and they were shocked and pushed their master off their horses. With just one encounter, most of the thirty Karasuan cavalry fell down, and the remaining seven or eight people had never seen such a sharp weapon, and they were so scared that they ran away.

The cavalry played the trick with one blow and cheered together, and the sound seemed to be...

Pfro's mouth widened, and before he could even connect the female's voice with this strange cavalry, he saw the other party urge the cavalry to rush over, and the crossbow with a continuous bead arrow was aimed at him.

Puff puff puff puff!

With the arrows and beads, the Wuwan cavalry guards fell one after another. Only a few of them raised their bows and fought back quickly, hitting several opponents. However, at close range, the bow and arrow were no longer as fast as the crossbow, and they were quickly shot into a hedgehog.

Pfro also shot two cavalry with a bow. When he was about to shoot the third arrow, a thin masked rider rushed out of the slant, raised his hand and shot three times, hitting Pfro's wrist, arms, and cheek. In particular, he had an arrow on his cheek, shot through his right cheek, knocking away several of the grooves.

Puflu's face was full of blood, his soul flew out of the sky, and he fled. The thin masked rider aimed at Puflu's back, and he kept moving the lever. The spring made a crack, but no arrow shot out, but the crossbow had been exhausted.

"Why don't Ma Jun, this idiot, put more arrows on the arrow box? What a great opportunity..." The masked rider complained angrily while changing the arrow box. He listened to the sound and was actually Niannu.

As soon as Puflu ran, he moved the flag thereafter. More than a thousand Wuwan people who had already attacked Hango Village heard the sound of cavalry shooting behind them. When they saw the main general running away, they suddenly became in chaos.

Tangnu was overjoyed and didn't bother to find out where the cavalry that broke out in the sky came from. The golden dragon broke the lock and waved the flag and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Kill! Kill! Drive Hu Gou out!"

The home and guest are more likely to be in trouble, one is reduced and the other is rising. The Wuwan people who are attacked from both sides are once again expelled from Hango Village.

This unique cavalry that raided Puflu was the more than 30 grassland flying swallows led by Niannu. With his sharp crossbow, he caught Wuwan cavalry guards off guard. At this time, seeing Puflu fleeing with wounds, the grassland flying swallows drove their horses and chased them fiercely. All the girls had only one idea: kill the prince of Wuyan tribe, the Wuwan people would be defeated, and the siege of Hange Village would be lifted.

The girls rode like flying, and the horse control technique was not under their father and brother at all. They slowly gathered together in the pursuit, and then they found that there were only more than twenty riders left, some were left behind, and some were unfortunately sacrificed...

"Catch up and kill Pfro!" Nian Nu stared at the hasty figure fifty steps ahead. Suddenly, her face changed. Not only her, but all the girls' faces changed...

Three hundred steps ahead, a Wuwan spirit cavalry suddenly appeared from a low hill, with as many as fifty horses, and swooped down and rushed towards them.

Almost all the girls pulled their horses one after another, with only a thin figure, who was determined to rush forward to Pfro, who had been chasing thirty steps.

"Niannu! Run!"

"Don't chase after me! Come back soon!"

Pflu originally ran fifty steps away. When he saw his father sending reinforcements to all the last team of guards beside him, his heart felt warm at first, then it was cold. He couldn't help but let go of the reins and slow down the horse speed. He knew in his heart that his father was trying his best. With the army of the clan, he would have to deal with a small Hange village. If he couldn't defeat or even make a stalemate, the reputation of the Wuyan tribe would be defeated and it would be difficult to call other tribes. Therefore, he could not escape and had to kill him. Well, with this team of elite new forces, why should he escape? It should be the cavalry that chased him to escape. They were only twenty cavalry...

Pfro immediately stopped his horse and turned around, regardless of the severe pain in his cheeks, spit out a mouthful of blood, drew his sword and pointed forward: "Kill back..."

Before the sound fell, a familiar thin knight rushed forward like a familiar wind, raised his hand and thrust his hand in a row - kakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakkakka

All ten arrows were all fired, and Pfroud was stuck in short arrows on his face, roaring towards the sky, falling heavily into the dust.

Historically, after Wuyan's death, the eldest son Puflu was his eldest son. No one expected that at the foot of Baitan Mountain, the successor of the King of Wuhuan of Youbeiping died cowardly at the hands of a thirteen-year-old girl.
Chapter completed!