The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

The iron arrows shot from the tiger-jutting towers chased after souls.

Countless soldiers from Xizhou died under these crossbows.

Regarding such battlefield weapons, the rebel army had discussed the corresponding methods.

Ordinary shields could not resist it, and only thick city walls could not be shot through by it.

The other way is to observe and avoid it.

With a certain distance, there is still a chance to avoid it with the sharpness of warriors.

Of course, if the above conditions are not met, use the simplest method.

Protect with a human wall.

That's why the rebel army reacted so promptly, opened up a human defense line, and protected the rebel king behind him.

It's a pity that the rebel king was really unlucky.

If anyone else was to aim the three-bow crossbow bed, they would not be as accurate as Li Xuemei.

The first arrow was shot by her vision.

The second arrow had corrected the slight deviation. If the personal guard hadn't reacted quickly and pushed the rebel king away, he would have died!

As for the third arrow, Li Xuemei's determination to hit the target reached its peak.

She seized the fleeting opportunity!

After piercing through three elite soldiers in heavy armor, the arrow still pierced the rebel king's chest accurately.

Under the great force, the rebel king retreated several steps and barely stood up with the support of the people behind him.

The iron longbow had no time to be finely polished.

Xizhou Prefecture is rich in coal and iron mines, and its ironware is better than other prefectures.

Such a rough product would not even have the chance to appear in front of the rebel king.

But now, he can not only see it clearly and in detail, but also personally experience its heaviness, weight, and power when shooting at the enemy!

Everyone around was silent.

On this battlefield with shouts and killings, this place seemed to be suspended in time and frozen for a moment.

"Puff!"

The rebel king spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red seemed to wake up the others.

"Your Majesty! You..."

"Call the military doctor, quick!"

"How deep did the arrow penetrate? How do you feel? Come on, carry Your Majesty back to the camp!"

After the rebel king spat out a mouthful of blood, blood foam continued to flow out of his mouth.

His eyes were clear at first, but after a few breaths, they became turbid and dim.

The guards who supported him from behind took a very stable horse stance, allowing him to lean on them with their entire body weight.

The rebel king held the arrow tightly with both hands.

He wanted to pull the arrow out, but found that he had no strength at all.

The heart guard on his chest blocked it for him a little.

It was already broken at this time.

The rebel king opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

The soldiers of Guan and Xi states fought hard without being affected by external objects.

The sound of blades colliding, the sound of sharp blades entering the body, the wailing before death, the weird screams of killing madly...

All these sounds buried his insignificant voice.

He finally lowered his head and looked at his chest.

The arrow tip disappeared, and it sank into his body.

How could it not hurt?

As soon as the rebel king had this thought in his mind, the overwhelming pain spread from his chest to his whole body.

It hurts so much!

It hurts so much.

Is he going to die?

The stretcher learned from the Guanzhou Army was quickly in place, and everyone gently moved the rebel king onto it and hurried back to the camp.

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The small-scale riot did not affect the direction of the entire battlefield.

There must be brave men under a heavy reward!

The rebel king wanted to change his fate against the will of heaven. Those who rebelled with him may have been implicated in it, and there are also those who are bold enough to use the sword in their hands to gain a share of fame and fortune.

The fighting will not stop until the flag representing the rebel king's emblem falls.

Even Li Xuemei could not be sure whether she had hit the target or not, and no one on the Guanzhou Army side knew that the third arrow shot at the rebel king really hit the target.

The fierce battle continues!

Shi Yunyan led the elite troops and immediately arrived at the city gate.

Behind him were the elite troops of Guanzhou Army. After General Wei Hejin returned to Beijing, the flag of the commander of Guanzhou Army was hung with the name of the prince of Ying!

As the commander, he did not have to lead the troops.

Yan Huaiwen also told him that noble people should not go into danger.

Since he was the commander, he could not show off his bravery.

As long as he was on the battlefield and the commander's flag was safe, the Guanzhou Army would know that the master was there and the generals were there.

What the heart has, go forward without hesitation!

But Shi Yunyan had been training in the military camp since he was a child. Before he reached the age of twenty, he was full of righteousness and blood.

What he saw with his eyes, his comrades shed their heads and blood.

What he heard with his ears, he only heard the words "charge" and "kill".

The enemy's number far exceeds ours, we will not retreat!

The enemy's soldiers are stronger than ours, we will not retreat!

The enemy is like a tiger or a wolf pouncing on its food. Even if we cannot defeat it, we will fight to the death and will not retreat!

How could he hold it back!

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How could he bear it?

Shi Yunyan raised his hand and covered his face with a mask.

He suddenly became nervous while holding the book. The warhorse under him seemed to sense his emotions and shook its head and snorted lightly.

"Prince, Mr. Yan said that wherever the general's flag is, the prince is there."

He looked at the big man holding the flag.

His arm was as thick as an old tree stump. He had changed the pole of the general's flag. He said it was too thin and uncomfortable to hold. He went to the forest to cut a piece of wood, which was about the same thickness as his swollen arm.

Because the pole of the general's flag was changed, he temporarily asked a lady in Huju City who was good at sewing to dismantle it and sew it again...

If this person was not sent by Mr. Yan, he would not let people mess around like this.

But at this moment, his eldest son was about to rush into the battlefield to fight with the Guanzhou army. These people sent by Mr. Yan were much more pleasing to the eye when they looked at the books in their hands, and their eyes were almost popping out.

It's a pity that none of these idiots said anything to help.

It had to be Hu Da, who was good at shooting and had good eyesight.

He saw the intention of the prince and also saw the request for help from the book.

"Prince, please allow me to report. We have reinforcements and will definitely arrive on time."

Since the two armies faced each other, Hu Er has been fiddling with the longbow in his hand and checking the quivers on his body.

He looked up and subconsciously said to his brother: "Xiao Er is reliable and will definitely not be late."

Qi Da, who raised the flag, finally spoke.

He said in a muffled voice: "Brother Yan said that Xiao Er will be back tomorrow night at the latest."

Qi Si and Qi Wu nodded at the same time.

They didn't raise the flag, but were responsible for staying by the prince's side and protecting him closely.

These days, they have always been serious and never left.

The prince eats, sleeps, and inspects the military camp...

Let's put it this way, even if the prince goes to the toilet, they must be outside the toilet, the closest place to the prince.

Shi Yunyan knows everything.

He knew that Mr. Yan didn't want him to take risks.

He knew that although Xiaoer was a child, he was very methodical. If he couldn't come with the reinforcements on time, he would definitely find ways to send a message back.

He didn't receive any letters from Xiaoer.

Then everything was done according to the plan without any deviation.

As the commander of the army, Mr. Yan told him all the plans.

With Shi Kezhen's death, the rebel king was forced to attack the city in advance, and the Xirong army and the reinforcements would arrive before and after.

As long as Huju could withstand the fierce attack of the rebel army, Xirong would arrive, and it would be difficult to escape from this bloody battlefield.

At that time, with the pincer attack led by Dingguogong, the rebel army and Xirong would be doomed!

But even though he knew that all Mr. Yan's plans were correct, they were more beneficial to the overall situation and could end this rebellion faster.

He still couldn't go against his heart.

It was him, Shi Yunyan, who overestimated himself.

"Under the general's flag is where I stand."

The voice under his visor was like a sharp sword, dispersing the fog of hesitation and leaping over the cliff of hesitation.

"Then let the place where the general's flag is, become the place where my sword is! Where the flag is flying, is the place where I will fight!"

"All soldiers listen to my order!"

"Follow me to the battle!"

Yesterday morning, on the way to send my son back, the song Wujiapo adapted by Xiao Jingteng and Zhang Qi was playing in the car. When I heard it, I thought, this war has been going on for 18 years, long enough~

Then I thought, our Huju has also been fighting for several months~

Accompanying this song, Zhai Zhai began to think about the plot. That's right, I was thinking while driving. Zhai Zhai is like this anytime and anywhere, so I can continue to update even if I haven't updated for a long time. It's all in my mind, with pictures~

Because of the pictures, I thought that there will be deaths in war, it must be in line with reality~A few people must die, and a few Xiao'an Village uncles and aunts are temporarily determined~

After they die in battle, the children under them will grow up very quickly, support the family, and become little men who have established their own households~

But, as I thought about it, I couldn't bear it.

How hard the people of Xiaoan Village are working~

The song is still playing, and it keeps playing, and I just cried~

It's so tear-jerking~o(╥﹏╥)o~

When I was typing at night, I revised several versions, and hesitated between cutting a few. Every time I cut, I cried, and cried while writing. I also love to exaggerate emotions, and I exaggerate myself to death~

Finally, I completely broke down in tears, the screen couldn't bear to watch, and I didn't catch up with the 0 o'clock update~

Simply stopped for a while, posted a single chapter, and said I would think about it~

Zhai decided to watch some interesting dramas to change my mood, and put this plot aside for now.

Then I opened Dafeng Night Watchman, do you understand? The early stage was funny, and then I watched it at double speed, and accidentally saw the part where Chun Ge resigned, it was over, and I cried again~

So the chapter you are currently seeing is a rewritten version~

No one has been cut yet.