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Four hundred and fiftieth chapters desperate Jackie Chan

Four thousand spears gathered around the shield chariot, and the sharp spear tip was reflecting the fiery red morning light, like red soldering irons.

The formation formed by six thousand crossbowmen was like a sea of ​​arrows, neatly entrenched at the exit of Yangshan.

"Shoot!Shoot!"

Zhang Lu waved his flag almost madly and poured arrows into the exit of the mountains and forests.

The trees blocked the view and could not see the enemy, but it was too late to see it. The crossbowmen opened their bows and crossbows frantically, and waves of arrows were pouring out to the exit of Yangshan Mountain.

The adjutant stood in front of him, looked up and found something wrong.

The bandit army has not yet rushed to the coverage of the crossbow arrows, so it is too early to shoot the arrows.

But Zhang Lu is the head coach, so he can only obey orders.

Waves of arrow rain fell, and gradually someone made a sound, pointing to the periphery of the dense forest of Yangshan Mountain.

The adjutant looked carefully and suddenly found a figure running out of the dense forest, holding a long sword, carrying a person on his back, and rushing towards him in the rain of arrows like the tide.

"Stop! Stop!"

The adjutant was so scared that he was both shattered and hurriedly waved his hand to stop the crossbowmen.

Zhang Lu's face also changed drastically, but he pushed the adjutant away and shouted wildly:

"Shoot the arrow! Continue to shoot the arrow!"

"Sir! The thief has retreated! That seems to be..."

The adjutant's face turned pale. After the thief in the forest discovered the arrow formation, he retreated backwards like a tide, and could not shoot at all.

But Zhang Lu ignored it and pointed at the figure outside Yangshan with the flag:

"Shoot the arrows! All the arrows are fired! Those who violate the order will be killed!"

Under the absolute authority of the main general, six thousand crossbowmen shot out the rain of arrows without a moment of stopping, sprinkling towards the exit of Yangshan.

One wave after another.

The figure in front gradually became clear. He held a sharp long sword in his hand, and could not see the blade clearly. He opened one feather arrow after another and moved forward with difficulty.

Three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred steps!

The guns and soldiers in front could gradually see the figure clearly, wearing blood robe and carrying someone on their backs. They walked towards this side with difficulty, but stood firm.

He was hit by several arrows, but none of them hit the vital point.

Many of the wing soldiers in Hangzhou were hesitant, and many of them stopped the crossbow arrows in their hands because they knew that King Kang was in the mountains and the other party was not the costume of Fang La's army.

The crossbow formation can only be shot, and it will not work after being pulled closer, otherwise it will hurt the guns and soldiers in front.

Zhang Lu trembled all over, pulled out his sword from his waist and pointed at the adjutant next to him.

"Arrower, shoot the arrow! Shoot me!"

The adjutant's face was bloodless and gritted his teeth to order. A hundred archers ran to the front and pointed at the figure walking towards him.

This time I shot flat and aimed.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Sausa--

The army of ten thousand people watched the arrows fly over.

The man in a blood robe carried a man, moving fast in the wilderness without any cover, still moving forward.

"Shoot!Shoot!"

Zhang Lu was like seeing the Nine Nether Ghosts, urging him crazyly.

Finally, an arrow shot and pointed at the man's chest.

Zhang Lu looked overjoyed, but the next moment, he saw the feather arrow stopping in front of the man, grabbed by his hand and thrown aside.

The Hangzhou Xiangjun saw one of the people who can catch a strong bow and shoot arrows with his bare hands.

The adjutant sat on the ground, got up and knelt down and wailed:

"General, stop quickly, that's...

wipe--

Zhang Lu cut off the adjutant's throat with a sword and cursed angrily:

"The guns and soldiers spread out, the bed crossbow, shoot me!"

The adjutant was killed, and the other adjutants were silent. They gritted their teeth and directed the guns and soldiers to move away from each other, and pushed out a hundred bed crossbows.

A bed crossbow with a range of 1,000 steps will inevitably hit the enemy within 100 steps.

"Shoot the arrow!"

Zhang Lu shouted loudly.

The crossbowmen stood on the bed, but no one dared to take action.

A hundred steps away is enough to see who the person in front is. Cao Hua may not know him, but they have seen King Kang who often patrolled the army.

The python robe was dyed bloody and his face was covered with blood, but the golden crown could not be skewed.

Many infantrymen looked back at Zhang Lu, a little confused.

Zhang Lu was already dissatisfied, and he ran to a bed crossbow with his sword in his hand, clamping the sword around the sergeant's neck:

"Shoot the arrow!"

The sergeant sweated heavily, gritted his teeth and pushed the crossbow on the bed, aiming at the figure in front of him.

Sa--

The feather arrow, like a spear, rushed out and came to the man in a blink of an eye.

Many infantrymen could not suppress their emotions, closed their eyes or turned their heads, and held the weapons in their hands tightly.

But the next moment, the army of ten thousand people was boiling.

The huge crossbow arrow flew in front of the man, and one arrow could penetrate ten people, but it did not penetrate the man's body.

In front of everyone, the man in a blood robe grabbed the spear-like feather arrow with both hands. His body was knocked out several steps in an instant, and his boots wiped out two long gullies in the mud.

The feather arrow finally stopped on the man's shoulder, and the gun-like cluster of arrows pierced into his shoulders, but finally stopped.

Tens of thousands of infantrymen were filled with noise, with incredible exclamations and incredible surprises.

Zhang Lu sat on the ground, trembling all over, got up like crazy, waved his long sword and cursed:

"Send me arrows! Take arrows! The infantry rushed me and killed him..."

Unfortunately, no one obeyed this time, so the infantry were subconsciously retreating. Even if Zhang Lu killed several people with his sword, no one dared to shoot the bow.

"No one is allowed to retreat, kill me!"

Zhang Lu, who was not so brave when the Hangzhou city was broken, actually burst out with the resentment of the general in desperate situation, and frantically drove the retreating squads to find the map and let them rush up.

"Kill me! Take arrows! Take arrows..."

A shrill roar came from a distance in the silent formation, and everyone was looking at Zhang Lu, or behind Zhang Lu.

A hand with bloody hands rested on Zhang Lu's shoulders.

The roar came to an abrupt end.

Zhang Lu trembled all over and did not dare to turn around. The sword in his hand fell and stuck it to the ground.

"Continue shooting arrows! What should I do when I stop?"

Cao Hua's face was like a Rakshasa, his five fingers were like hooks, and the bones on Zhang Lu's shoulders were crushed.

Zhang Lu didn't even dare to scream, but just knelt on the ground and wailed incoherently:

"Governor Cao... the lower official... Woo--"

In full view of everyone.

Cao Hua took the arrow from the bed crossbow and pierced into Zhang Lu's mouth bit by bit, neither tight nor slow, penetrated into his throat and chest until he penetrated from his back waist and slowly nailed to the ground.

Zhang Lu's eyes were still frightened. He grabbed Cao Hua's blood-colored sleeves and kept kneeling on his knees. The arrow shaft came out of his mouth and was nailed to the ground.

Cao Hua carried King Kang, who was still awake, and looked around at the infantrymen who threw away the weapons and were silent.

thump--

The people around him dared not look up, and knelt down tremblingly, touching the ground with their heads.

One wave after another, ten thousand invaders knelt down one after another, lying on the ground and trembling.

In the cold winter wind, you can only hear the heavy breathing of a man.
Chapter completed!
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