The thief of the fortress dominates the world

Chapter 382 Dedicated to death (Part [-])
When the first arrow was about to hit him, Jiang Chuan suddenly jumped high from the horse, tapped his toes lightly on the horse's back, and rose into the air like a goshawk suddenly spreading its wings.

And the arrow that was supposed to hit his chest whizzed past his feet, and then plunged into the open space behind him, making a soft pop.

While dodging the first arrow, the other two arrows naturally fell through the ground.

Everyone was stunned, and Liu Fangliang was also stunned. He never thought that his sure-kill arrow would be dodged like this.

After the astonishment passed, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and continued to draw the arrow. Jiang Chuan was in the air and had nowhere to use his strength. Let's see where he hides this time.

But since Jiang Chuan dared to show off his skills in front of the two armies, he would naturally not give him such a chance again.

When he was in the air, he did not know when he had an extra bow and five arrows in his hand.

The five arrows hit the bowstring at the same time, and then flew out at the same time at the moment he opened the bow like a full moon, and the target was Liu Fangliang on the top of the city.

At this time, the arrow in Liu Fangliang's hand on the top of the city hadn't had time to shoot.

He either continued to shoot despite the danger of being hit by the arrow, or he gave up and avoided it.

When he hesitated for a while, he suddenly found that the five arrows whizzed and arrived in front of his eyes twice as fast as he imagined.

He opened his eyes wide, and the expression on his face was as if he saw a ghost, his face was full of disbelief.

He thought that his three arrows in a row was already a unique skill in the world, but he never expected to witness the miracle of firing five arrows with his own eyes today.

No!Maybe this can't be called a miracle anymore, it should be called a miracle.

The so-called miracle is something that I thought no one in the world could do, but it happened to appear in front of my eyes.

But the person who performed this miracle was a person who seemed impossible to others.

If this kind of miracle happened to any of Jiang Chuan's generals, he would still be shocked and unbelievable, but he would definitely not be as shocked and unbelievable as he is now.

Li Zicheng was able to become the emperor of the Dashun Kingdom, of course not because he was the most skilled in martial arts and the best in archery, but because he had that kind of natural leadership temperament, and his strong personality charm could gather countless people under his command.

When it comes to martial arts, Li Zicheng's ability is definitely not ranked among the generals under him.

It is even more impossible for the Ming emperor to possess extraordinary martial arts and archery skills. His status and power come from blood inheritance.In terms of personal strength, any soldier or even a eunuch can easily kill him.

The same is true for the Manchu and Mongolian Tartars, who were known for their riding and shooting. The most powerful warriors were often lower-ranking generals.

In an animal group, the strongest and most capable male is the boss.Among the human beings, the one with the most power, the most cunning, and the luckiest can become the boss.

The boss of human beings has never been made by relying on the extraordinary force value of fighting alone. On the contrary, those people with extraordinary force value often become cannon fodder, the one who died the earliest.

Those who drown are those who can swim, and Lu Bu is the best example.

Therefore, the famous King Qin suddenly showed his miraculous archery skills, which made him stunned for a moment and missed the best time to evade.

He thought he was bound to die, so he instinctively closed his eyes.

It's just that the expected pain and death didn't come as expected. He heard the sound of arrows passing by his ears piercing the air, and then there were a few short cries behind him, and the sound of a human body falling to the ground.

Amidst the panicked shouts of the soldiers behind him, Liu Fangliang opened his eyes, lowered his head and looked back, only to find six soldiers behind him fell to the ground with arrows.

Why six, because an arrow passed through the throat of the person in front and shot into the eye socket of the person behind, and the other four people had arrows in their throats, and the arrows of each arrow passed through their throats, Leaked from the back of the neck.

All six of them rushed to the street and died.

One bow, five arrows, six deaths!
Liu Fangliang's heart was shaken, his whole body was cold, and he felt that his blood was frozen.

He knew that that person saved his life, otherwise he would have become a corpse with an arrow stuck in his throat like these people.

The lieutenant general and the other soldiers were also dumbfounded like ducks that had been choked by their necks, their faces pale, as if the people and riders under the city were like the god of death, which made people frightened and couldn't look directly at them.

Jiang Chuan had already fallen back on the horseback, and a calm voice came from a distance very clearly, breaking the suffocating silence: "Just now, this king cherishes talents, if you want to die with all your heart, then this king will also change!" Complete you."

After finishing speaking, he lightly pulled the reins of the horse, and the flaming horse under his crotch let out a long cry, and the man stood up, then turned the horse's head, and carried Jiang Chuan to gallop towards the Jiang family army. The blood-red cloak and the horse complement each other, like a cluster of raging flames, as if they can destroy everything in the world.

"The King of Qin is mighty! The King of Qin is mighty! The King of Qin is mighty!"

"Surrender and avoid death! Surrender and avoid death! Surrender and avoid death!"

The generals of the three armies of the Jiang family army saw their commander perform such a domineering and unrestrained miracle in front of the two armies. The three armies shouted in unison, and the sound rolled towards the top of the city like thunder, making the soldiers of the Dashun Army even more hopeless. It's the heartbeat and the legs are weak,
The desolate sound of horns has already sounded in the camp of Jiang's army, which is the prelude to preparing to attack the city.

Liu Fangliang stood up slowly leaning on his saber with difficulty. He felt his whole body go weak, as if all his strength and his courage had been drained.

His eyes swept over the terrified and trembling soldiers around him, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything, and finally sighed weakly and muttered to himself: "Your Majesty, the final general is incompetent, and he can no longer serve Your Majesty is loyal. These soldiers should not have died with me, if you want to blame, blame the last general."

Then he turned around and forced a smile at the lieutenant behind him, and said slowly: "Put up the white flag, even if I, Liu Fangliang, are worthy of my brothers."

The lieutenant was taken aback, but before he had time to ask, he saw that the sword in Liu Fangliang's hand was already between his throat.

The lieutenant general and the surrounding soldiers screamed in alarm and rushed forward.

However, blood spurted out of Liu Fangliang's throat, sprayed all over the head and face of the person who rushed forward, and continued to spurt.

Although the sword in his hand had been taken away, Liu Fangliang's face was turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, which was due to rapid blood loss.

A soldier hugged Liu Fangliang in his arms and cried out hissingly, "General, why are you doing this? If you want to die, let's all die together..."

Some people hurriedly tried to block the wound with their skirts privately, but they still couldn't stop the blood from the wounds pouring out one by one, and soon the skirts were also stained red.

Although Liu Fangliang's face was as golden as paper, he smiled calmly, and said intermittently in a gradually weaker voice: "Your Majesty has treated me well, and I can only repay my favor with death. You are different from me, please surrender. King Qin is not bad. , I should treat you well. I died, and I am loyal. You still have to be filial and live well, brothers..."

Because his throat was cut, blood kept pouring into his trachea, and his speech began to become difficult, intermittent, and finally even slurred.

When the battle drums began to sound under the city, Liu Fangliang, who was in the arms of the soldiers, tilted his head and died completely.

A moment later, a huge white flag was hoisted over the city. Under the sunshine of late spring, it was blown by a sudden gust of wind.

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(End of this chapter)