Chapter 422

Outside Beiyang City, on the sand hill.

Yellow sand calendar, the north wind whistling, flags flying.

Tang Ze, the commander of Nanguan camp, was dressed in military uniform and wearing an armrest. The flag in his hand waved down. The executioner in front waved a big knife and cut down more than ten kneeling prisoners.

At the head of the city, shabuliji, the envoy of King Tulsi's court, looked a little ugly. He was invited here. Hundreds of people have been killed since the morning. Looking at the appearance of Prince an, he still looked like he was going to continue to kill.

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

Zhao pangzi stood on the side of Su road with a knife, tried to resist the feeling of vomiting in his chest, and forced himself to stand.

Looking at the blood in front of him, Zhao pangzi thought that he had unified the army under the command of his second brother. When he was in war, he was also full of blood and flesh. He had never been so unbearable. It was only a few years since he lived in peace that he became such a weak chicken.

Su Lu patted Zhao pangzi on the shoulder and asked Qingfeng: "look, the Tule messenger is going to vomit. Why do you still look like nothing at all? I haven't seen how many wars you've fought."

Qingfeng's face was cold and Su: "hum, these bastards who forcibly rob the people's fat and ointment deserve to die. I want to eat their meat, drink their blood, vomit what vomit, weak chicken Tule messenger."

Sabuliji's face was ugly: "woman, I understand Chinese. You speak ill of me and apologize to me."

Zhao pangzi next to him also said, "Captain Qingfeng, Sha buliji is also an envoy of a country. It's not good for you to speak ill of people face to face. You'd better apologize."

The breeze snorted coldly and glanced at Sha buliji: "apologize, why apologize? You're a weak chicken. You can't kill many people. What's not a weak chicken!"

Sha buliji's face turned red. What's wrong with me? The fat man was much worse than me just now. Instead of talking about him, he came to insult me. It's unbearable.

"Prince Anguo, are you just looking at your insulting foreign minister? Although the foreign minister is unbearable, he now represents a country. If I leave, it won't be good for your country."

Su Lu glanced at Sha buliji and said carelessly, "then you can go, or you can defeat her and let her know that you are not a weak chicken."

Sabuliji's eyes flickered: "Lord, can I really challenge your family?"

Qingfeng untied his cloak, threw it to the bright moon next to him, pinched his fist and said, "OK, come up if you want. I'll let you see the tough women in the Central Plains and say that you have a problem with weak chickens."

With this, Qingfeng pulled out his waist knife, stepped on his feet and rushed to Sha buliji.

Sha buliji is ready. He holds the handle of the waist machete in his right hand and stares at Qingfeng's feet. His heart is full of disdain. He wants to win me with such a loose little step. It's really wishful thinking.

At the next moment, Qingfeng saw the disdain in Sha buliji's eyes, and his steps suddenly accelerated. He appeared in front of Sha buliji in an instant. He chopped down with a single knife, and kicked Sha buliji's chest with his feet in a series.

"You cheat"

Sabuliji scolded angrily, and the machete was lifted up. When he wanted to block the single knife, there were two heavy kicks on his chest. His body stepped back for several steps, and the machete in his hand was picked up by the long knife one after another.

His chest was stuffy and tight. With the machete taken away, Sha buliji glared at Qingfeng angrily. The woman was small, but her strength was no weaker than her own. What was more outrageous was her speed. She was so fast that she couldn't see clearly.

"Weak chicken"

Qingfeng looked at Sha buliji and said with disdain on his face.

Sha buliji glared at Qingfeng angrily, but just now he had a fight. Sha buliji knew that many of his opponents, the little lady of the Han country, did not dare to be arrogant anymore. The eagle on the grassland would retreat when encountering the fierce eagle. Retreating did not mean that he was not a warrior.

Zhao pangzi put it in the middle and said, "Lord, you've cut so many people. Let the envoys of the West King's court see the sharp weapons of our Han country, otherwise they won't really belong to us."

Su Lu looked at Zhao pangzi and slapped him.

A dozen sergeants came up from under the city wall with a crossbow. In the sound of snorting, a crossbow was put between the battlements.

Shabuliji disdained: "if this is a sharp weapon of your country, I have seen it. It's not a magnifying crossbow. It's not rare."

The bright moon stepped forward a few steps, pulled open the bow string made of thick cow hide tendons, ordered and said, "go up and shoot the arrow."

Two guards carried a crossbow with thick and thin arms up the wall and put it in the chamber of the crossbow.

"Signal"

The breeze sent a message down the city.

Tang Ze waved the flag under the city. In the distance, in the direction of Nanguan camp, a bird fluttered and took off.

Without much effort, a goshawk was driven by birds.

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

Qingfeng held down the crossbow and adjusted the elevation. His tone was full of pride.

"Let's show you our accurate arrows. Kill a goshawk at a hundred feet away."

Sha buliji glanced at the soaring Goshawk. Under the threat of birds, although the goshawk was close to the city wall, it was still far away, more than 40 feet. The most divine Archer on the grassland could not kill the goshawk at this distance.

"Buzz"

The sound of the bow string breaking sounded, and the precision arrow pierced the sky like a black line, penetrated the goshawk circling in the sky, flew for a while with the goshawk, and then fell down and landed on the ground not far away.

"A group of wounded arrows"

The bright moon continued to pull open the bow string. The bow string made of cowhide made a creaking tremor, and the bow string was pulled to the maximum.

A moment later, the three guards came up with three round iron guys. The iron guys were full of spikes, thick and sharp, flashing cold light.

Shabuliji looked confused and forced: "this, this can also be called an arrow?"

Qingfeng beside him looked proud: "those who can kill can call arrows. It's rare to see more strange."

Shouts and shouts sounded at the bottom of the city. A large group of deer and sheep were driven over, and groups of guards surrounded the past. However, because of previous arrangements, they only dared to shout in W à IW é I and dared not approach.

"Put"

After a crisp drink at the head of the city, three groups of wounded arrows shot out, pulled out an arc in mid air, fell among the sheep, and immediately took up a piece of flesh and blood.

A wild boar was hit by a group of wounded arrows and broke in two. The group of wounded arrows rolled forward and pulled out a piece of flesh and blood in the sheep.

Sabuliji stared at the distance, and his body couldn't help shaking.

If those sheep were Tule warriors, most of them would die at once.

The sharp weapons of the Han people are becoming more and more powerful.

Zhao pangzi's body trembled a little, asked Su Lu and said, "Lord, what do you mean by showing this to the Tule people?"

Su Lu picked one: "let him understand our strength. I has the final say in the range of the catapult.

Why should the Western court be attached now? If he doesn't tell the truth, I don't mind selling these catapults to dozens of wugutu. I think he's definitely willing to buy them. "