I said I would turn back time

Zhu Fen looked at the archer and said angrily, "Who is this person? He has such exquisite archery skills?"

The officer on the side said: "It should be Zhang Yu, the second master of the chain village. This man is born with extraordinary arm strength. He has practiced archery since he was a child. After understanding the inheritance, the power of his archery is even more amazing."

Zhang Yu on the sentry tower laughed loudly and shouted: "How dare a bunch of useless snacks come to invade my chain village? I've got it all for you, grandpa. If anyone dares to show his head again, don't blame grandpa for giving him an arrow."

Seeing that his own momentum was severely damaged by Zhang Yu, the officer quickly suggested to Zhu Fen: "General, although the army cannot reach the mountain road, they cannot guard too many people on the sentry tower."

"With the general's skill, if he is willing to bring a team of elite armor into battle, he will be able to take down this stronghold."

He looked at Zhu Fen expectantly, hoping that this master who had comprehended the inheritance could lead the elite of the army to fight the enemy and boost morale.

But Zhu Fen frowned upon hearing the officer's suggestion.

He considered himself a noble man, so he was naturally unwilling to rush to the front line in such a dangerous situation when the enemy had a sharp archer.

"If you want me to do it, what's the use of you?"

So under Zhu Fen's order, the soldiers had to start charging again.

It's just that the terrain of Lianhuanzhai is too dangerous, and the soldiers can't take advantage of their numbers at all.

And Zhang Yu stood on the sentry tower, had a panoramic view of the entire battlefield, and he insisted on suppressing the audience with one man and one bow.

As the sound of the bow continued to harvest lives, Lianhuanzhai was not damaged at all, and the mentality of the soldiers gradually collapsed.

In the end, no matter how much Zhu Fen urged the soldiers, they were unwilling to rush forward.

When Lin Xing in the carriage arrived at the battlefield, what he saw was such a stalemate.

"Is there a master archer?" Lin Xing looked at the precipitous terrain of Lianhuanzhai, worried that he was too slow in the practice of imperial art, and couldn't help laughing: "Let me try it."

Zhu Fen looked at Lin Xing in surprise: "Come and try?"

However, Lin Xing remembered the last time he rushed to the bandits in Wolong Mountain and was finally rescued by his own people.

He quickly warned: "I can do it alone, don't send troops to follow me."

Zhu Fen was even more confused when he heard this, and looked at Lin Xing as if he were looking at a fool.

Then he saw Lin Xing standing in front of the two armies, looking motionlessly in the direction of the chain village.

After a moment, Lin Xing's eyes showed a trace of exhaustion, as if he had experienced countless life-and-death battles.

Object Control (51.3% at the first level) → Object Control (77.6% at the first level)

Then he saw that as Lin Xing thought, the ruler in his backpack had risen into the sky, flying around his body like a swimming fish.

With the blessing of a layer of object control, Lin Xing felt like the ruler had become an extension of his arm, and his reaction, speed, and flexibility were greatly enhanced.

On the other side, Zhang Yu on the sentry tower had already pointed his bow and arrow in the direction of Lin Xing, and sneered: "Here comes another one looking for death."

Watching Lin Xing take one step forward, he walked slowly towards the village gate.

Looking at Lin Xing walking over step by step, a trace of anger flashed across Zhang Yu's face. In his opinion, this was clearly a provocation.

The long bow in Zhang Yu's hand trembled, and the arrows were already roaring across the sky.

But something happened that surprised Zhang Yu. Almost at the same time that he loosened the bowstring, the opponent ducked to the side, dodging his arrow as if he had predicted it in advance.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhang Yu's eyes, and he quickly drew his bow and arrow again and aimed at Lin Xing.

This time, he exerted all his strength, drew the bow like a full moon, and fired the arrow with the sound of wind and thunder... but Lin Xing dodged it in advance again.

"How can it be?"

Zhang Yu aimed at Lin Xing again without belief.

On the other side, Lin Xing walked slowly towards the village, recalling the location of the next arrow in his mind.

"It turns out that walking slowly is the best. The location and direction of the arrow are easy to remember."

Lin Xing thought about how he was shot to death again and again, and thought to himself: "If you rush forward in a hurry, you won't be able to remember the position of each of the opponent's arrows, and it will be difficult to recover."

Lin Xing once again dodged the arrows fired by the opponent in advance, and Lin Xing thought in his mind: "Is there going to be a rain of arrows next?"

On the other side, Zhu Fen and his soldiers were equally shocked as they watched Lin Xing strolling on the battlefield, watching Lin Xing so "slowly" dodge three consecutive arrows from the opponent.

Because Zhu Fen had been leading his soldiers outside to suppress the rioters some time ago, this was the first time they saw Lin Xing's performance on the battlefield.

At the same time, Zhang Yu's hand seemed to bring up an afterimage. Every time he pulled the bow, four or five arrows shot out, like waves of arrows hitting Lin Xing.

As Lin Xing got closer to the sentry tower, several more mountaineers took out their bows and arrows and pointed them in Lin Xing's direction.

An officer stared wide-eyed as he watched Lin Xing walking in the rain of arrows: "A man of high skill is bold. A man of high skill is really bold."

Another officer on the side swallowed his saliva and looked at Lin Xing who was getting closer and closer to the wall. He couldn't help but sigh: "Every arrow is so close and dodged. What kind of courage, speed and... reaction."

Seeing that Lin Xing was still in the rain of arrows, he reached out and grabbed an arrow and threw it to the ground. The officer beside Zhu Fen couldn't help but praise: "I have long heard that Chief Lin is full of courage. He once attacked alone." When the enemy captured the bandit leader, I originally thought it was an exaggeration, but after seeing it today, I realized what it means to be brave enough to win an army."

Listening to the excitement and admiration of his officers, Zhu Fen's face became increasingly gloomy.

The officer on the side suggested: "General, while Chief Lin is opening up the situation now, let's quickly send troops to support him."

Looking at the expectant eyes of his men, Zhu Fen said with a cold face: "Didn't you hear what Lin Xing said before he left? Don't send troops to follow him."

The officer said anxiously: "General, this is a situation that Chief Lin risked his life to open up. You can't act on impulse."

At the same time, Lin Xing on the battlefield was getting closer and closer to the village wall after dodging several waves of arrows.

He no longer just dodged, but used the ruler flying beside him to block some arrows that were difficult to dodge.

On the sentry tower, Zhang Yu became more and more anxious and uneasy as he looked at the opponent who had not been able to hit even a single arrow from the beginning to the end.

At the next moment, Lin Xing was seen casually spilling a can of kerosene, and then cast the Spirit Fire Curse.

I saw a fire dragon rising into the sky, circling for a while before crashing into the village gate.

Immediately afterwards, another gust of wind blew up, and the fire spread wildly.

Looking at the burning stockade, Zhang Yu's heart sank, knowing that the situation was over.

Looking at Lin Xing who was manipulating the wind and fire, he understood that as long as this master was present, he would never be able to defend Lianhuanzhai.

Zhang Yu thought of the old and weak women and children left in the village, and he hesitated in his heart.