Soldiers Card System

Outside Beiyang city, above the sand hills.

The yellow sand calendar, the north wind howled, the flag fluttered.

Nanguan Daying Chief Lieutenant Tang Ze was dressed in military uniform and wore a pouch on his head. He waved down the flag in his hand. The executioner in front waved his broadsword and chopped off a dozen people who were kneeling.

On the city’s head, the messenger of King Tulsi’s Sabrigi’s face was a little ugly. He was invited here. From the morning till now, hundreds of people have been cut off. Looking at the appearance of Prince Anguo, he still wants to continue to kill. The way down.

It's really abnormal. With such a large population, it's a lot of cattle and sheep. The old man who just cut down is worthless, but that fat guy can at least replace five sheep.

Fatty Zhao stood on Su Lu's side with the knife, resisting the feeling of vomiting in his chest, and forced himself to stand still.

Looking at the blood in front of him, Fatty Zhao thought of before, under the second elder brother’s command, he was flying in blood and blood when fighting. He had never been so unbearable before. It has only been a few years since his birthday, and he has changed like this. Weak chicken.

Su Lu patted Fatty Zhao on the shoulder, and asked Qingfeng next to him: "You see that the Tule messenger is going to throw up. Why are you still looking like nothing? I haven't seen you fought many battles."

Qingfeng said coldly and solemnly: "Hmph, these **** who rob the people and anoint them are all damned. I can't wait to eat their meat, drink their blood, vomit or vomit, the weak chicken Tule messenger."

Sabrigi's face was ugly: "Woman, I can understand Chinese, you say bad things about me, apologize to me."

Fatty Zhao next to him also said: "School Lieutenant Qingfeng, Shabuliji is also a country's messenger at any rate. You speak ill of people face to face. Isn't that good? It's better to apologize."

Qingfeng snorted coldly, his eyes swept across Sabuliji's body: "Apologize, why do you apologize? You are a weak chicken, so many people have been killed, you can't do it, it's not a weak chicken!"

Sabridji's face flushed, what can't I do anymore, this fat guy just behaved more unbearable than me, if you didn't talk about him, you came to insult me, it was unbearable.

"King Ann, the nobleman insulted the foreign minister so much, are you just watching it? Although the foreign minister is unbearable, he represents a country. If I leave my sleeve, it will be of no benefit to your country."

Su Lu glanced at Shaburiji, and said casually: "Then you can go, or you can beat her to let her know that you are not a weak chicken."

Saburiji's eyes flickered: "Master, can I really challenge the nobles?"

Qingfeng untied his cloak and threw it to Mingyue next to him. He squeezed his fist and said, "Okay, come up if you want to fight. The old lady will let you see the sturdyness of the Central Plains woman, saying that you are weak and still have opinions."

With that said, Qingfeng drew out his waist knife, stepped on broken steps with both feet, and rushed towards Sabuliji.

Shabuli Ji was ready to wait, holding the hilt of the scimitar at his waist with his right hand, and staring at Qingfeng's feet with disdain in his heart. With such a sloppy little step, he wanted to beat me, really wishful thinking.

The next moment, Qingfeng saw the disdain in Sabuliji's eyes, and the steps under his feet suddenly accelerated, and he appeared in front of Sabuliji in an instant, and slashed straight away, and at the same time, the two feet were connected in a chain and kicked towards the front of Sabuliji's chest.

"You deceived"

Sabuliji yelled, and the scimitar was lifted up, trying to block the single knife, two heavy kicks suddenly came from his chest, his body was kicked back for several steps, and the scimitar in his hand was also followed by one after another. His long knife flew away.

Her chest was tight and tight, coupled with the scimitar being seized, Sabuli glared at the breeze. This woman is small, but her strength is not weaker than her, and the speed is even more outrageous. She is so fast that she can't see clearly. .

"Weak Chicken"

Qingfeng looked at Sabuliji, his face was full of disdain and said.

Sabuliji glared at the breeze, but just now, when he fought against him, Sabuliji knew that many of his opponents, the young lady of the Han country, did not dare to be arrogant anymore. The eagle on the grassland would retreat when encountering a fierce eagle. Avoidance does not mean that you are not a warrior.

Fatty Zhao intervened in the middle and said, "Master, we have already killed so many people. Let the messengers of the Western Palace see the weapon of our Han country, otherwise they won't be willing to give it up sincerely."

Su Lu glanced at Fatty Zhao and slapped him.

More than a dozen sergeants came up from under the city wall with a ballista, and in the sound of babble, a ballista was placed between the battlements.

Saburiji was a little disdainful: "If this is a weapon of your country, I have already seen it, this is not a large-scale ballista, it is not rare."

Mingyue took a few steps forward, pulled the bowstring twisted by the thick cowhide tendons, and instructed: "Go up the precision arrow."

The two guards carried a crossbow arrow with the thickness of one arm on the city wall and placed it in the barrel of the ballista.

"Put the signal"

Qingfeng sent orders to the city.

Tang Ze under the city waved the flag, and in the distance, in the direction of Daying Nanguan, a flying bird fluttered into the sky.

Without much effort, a goshawk was driven by the flying bird.

At the same time, in the mountains and forests outside Beiyang City, a group of guards interspersed and swarms of wild animals were driven out. Wild sheep, elk, hyenas, and wild boars were all driven out by swarms.

Qingfeng held down the ballista and adjusted the elevation angle, his tone full of triumph.

"Let you see our precision arrows first. A hundred meters away, a goshawk will be killed with one blow."

Sabragi glanced at the soaring goshawk. Under the threat of the flying birds, although the goshawk was close to the city wall, the distance was still very far, more than forty feet long. At this distance, he wanted to kill the goshawk. The most brilliant archer on the grassland can't do it either.

"Om"

The sound of the bowstring collapsed, and the precision arrow pierced the sky like a black line, penetrating the circling goshawk in the sky, and flew with the goshawk for a while before it fell down and landed on the ground not far away.

"Upper Group Wound Arrows"

Mingyue continued to pull the bowstring, the bowstring twisted from cowhide made a creaking and trembling sound, and the bowstring was stretched to its maximum.

After a while, the three guards came up with three chubby iron guys. The iron guys were full of spikes, thick and sharp, shining with cold light.

Sabriji looked dumbfounded: "This, this can also be called an arrow?"

Qingfeng beside him was smug: "Anyone who can kill can be called an arrow. It's rare and weird."

There was a shouting sound from the city, a large group of deer and sheep were driven over, and a group of guards surrounded the past, but because of the previous arrangements, they only dared to shout from the outside and did not dare to approach.

"put"

After a crisp drink from the top of the city, three groups of wounded arrows shot out, drawn an arc in the air, and landed among the flock of sheep, immediately bringing a piece of flesh and blood.

A wild boar was hit by a group of wounded arrows and directly broke into two halves. The group of wounded arrows rolled forward, pulling out a **** blur among the sheep.

Sabragi looked at the distance dumbfounded, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

If those flocks are Thule Warriors, this wave of wounded arrows will kill most of them at once.

The Han people's weapon is becoming more and more powerful.

Fatty Zhao's body was a little trembling, and he asked Su Lu and said, "Master, what, what do you mean by showing this to the Tule people?"

Su Lu's chin picked: "Let him understand the strength of our strength, I have the final say within the range of the ballista.

Why does Xiwangting want to be attached now? If he doesn't tell the truth, I don't mind selling these ballistas to dozens of Ugutu. I think he is definitely willing to buy them. "