Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Wanyan Yingge looked at the mighty three troops approaching, and her pretty face turned pale with fright. Murong Fu smiled gently at her to express relief.

Murong Fu looked at the chaotic team in front of him and was in no hurry to act. Yingge said anxiously: "Master, at this distance, their bows and arrows can already reach the village."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Let's make a bet that none of them can hit the wall with an arrow."

Although Wanyan Yingge had never been in a battle due to the favor of her brothers, she also knew that at this time, the Jurchen warriors below could shoot hundreds of arrows with just one salvo. Unless a miracle happened, Murong Fu didn't care. His expression made her feel at ease for no reason, and her frowning eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and she smiled: "Okay, what are you betting on?"

"The loser has to do something for the winner, what do you think?" Murong Fu said with a relaxed smile.

Murong Fu's relaxed expression made Wanyan Yingge completely relieved and she regained her lively nature: "Okay. But you are a great hero, a true hero who can kill tigers with your bare hands. What can this little girl do for you? What's going on?"

Murong Fu smiled narrowly and said: "When I win this time, if I get drunk again at the celebration party, I hope that Miss Yingge will take care of me like last time."

Murong Fu's words made Wanyan Yingge instantly recall the last time she let Murong Fu rest his head on his thigh after he was drunk, and her pretty face turned red. However, their Jurchen women were far more bold and forthright than those from the Han Dynasty in the Central Plains. The person you love never coy, so when he heard Ailang's suggestive teasing, he boldly raised his face, met the other person's gaze with watery eyes, and said boldly: "Okay!"

Murong Fu laughed "haha", and there was nothing to be embarrassed about. After all, they were already married, had eaten and met countless people, and he was no longer the one who made him blush after being teased by Li Qiu Shui. Brother Chu.

"Okay! Let's take a look!", he said, pinching a few pebbles from the bag and holding them in his palm.

While talking and laughing, the Jurchens below finally formed a team. As Murong Fu expected, these people faced the open village gate and hesitated for a while. No one dared to take a step forward, and there were more than a hundred steps away. Due to the distance, every word spoken by the three leaders reached Murong Fu's ears. Murong Fu also sneered after hearing the remarks of several people who were thinking about dividing the spoils after the war even before they even wrote about their horoscopes.

After a moment, the middle-aged Jurchen bent her bow and arrow, and shot an arrow straight towards Murong Fu's heart.

Murong Fu's hands were hidden in his sleeves at the moment. He gently pinched a small stone, interlaced the middle finger of his right hand with his thumb, and then flicked the stone, like an arrow from the string, straight towards the speeding arrow. The incoming sharp arrow made a crisp "crack" sound, like a firecracker exploding.

A strange scene happened. The pebble, which was only the size of a fingernail, collided with the flying arrow. After the collision, the two fell at the same time.

Wanyan Yingge stood next to Murong Fu and saw the scene clearly, covering her mouth in surprise.

The force of a stone bullet can actually compete with a sharp arrow. This scene is simply unbelievable. There has always been a saying that "generals are afraid of an inch of iron." This inch of iron refers to the bow and arrow. Unless one is wearing iron armor, an arrow shot from this distance will surely die, hence this saying.

"This, this is the trick that the young master is talking about?" Wanyan Yingge said.

Murong Fu smiled and said, "It's just a kid's thing."

Wanyan Yingge was amazed: "Can you teach me this?"

Murong Fu smiled: "Okay, wait until I take care of these people below."

This is a gadget that Murong Fu combined with the Xiaoyao sect's method of lucking out energy. It is much simpler than Tong Lao's method of throwing pine cones and producing death talismans, but it is enough to play with here. .

Well, how about calling it the magical power of snapping fingers?

One arrow failed to succeed, and soon, the Jurchen leader named Shi Hu shot another arrow. Murong Fu followed suit and knocked down the arrow halfway with another pebble.

Dead silence, deathly silence.

Facing this weird scene, all the Jurchen soldiers below were stunned for a while.

Murong Fu said to Yingge: "Tell them, Wanyan is blessed by the gods, and the two arrows just now were a warning from heaven. If they dare to be rude again, God will punish them by blowing the head of the person who shot the arrow." "

Murong Fu's Jurchen dialect was limited to a level where he could barely communicate with words and gestures. It was too late to express such a complex message, so he could only let Wanyan Yingge do the talking.

Wanyan Yingge smiled and understood Murong Fu's intention of pretending to be a ghost, so she stepped forward and leaned against the railing and loudly repeated what Murong Fu had just said. She used too much force and her pink face turned red.

Although Yingge's words were not loud, they clearly reached the ears of the three leaders standing in the front row. The expressions of the three leaders suddenly changed, especially Shi Hu, who had just shot two arrows in a row. When he heard these words, his face flushed. "He turned pale in a flash.

Although the Jurchens are brave, due to their living habits, they are often prone to thinking in weird directions about things that are beyond their knowledge, and they are convinced of them. In their eyes, they didn't see the two people on the tower taking any action at all, but the arrows they shot fell down without warning, and it happened twice in a row!

"Did we make the gods angry by attacking Wanyan Department? I said that we should not have been instigated by that guy Zhelibu and come to be enemies of Wanyan Department. What should we do now?"

The young man who had just vowed to steal Yingge and make her his woman was now playing the pipa involuntarily with his legs, and his voice was trembling as he spoke.

Yi Shilie's face was also livid at the moment, and he didn't know what to do in this situation. The failure of two consecutive arrows just now clearly fell into the eyes of the Jurchen warriors present. Many Jurchens outside the Shihu tribe did not know what was going on and started to boo loudly.

"Shihu, don't you usually claim that even the most ferocious mountain tiger cannot withstand your arrows? Why can't you reach it within these few steps?"

"Hey, the stone tiger is not a real tiger after all. It just shows its teeth and scares people."

Listening to the taunts one after another, Shi Hu's eyes burned and he shouted: "That's enough!"

With this roar, the turbulent scene became a little quieter.

Shi Hu looked at the man on the tower who had brought him great humiliation and lost his face, and cursed angrily: "I don't care whether you are blessed by gods or what, I will tear off your head today!"

As he spoke, he placed three arrows on the bowstring.

The young man's eyes lit up when he saw it: "I've long heard that Brother Shi Hu's stunt of arrows is unparalleled in the world. He can shoot three arrows at a target at the same time, which is irresistible. Are you going to see this stunt of Brother Shi Hu today?"

Murong Fu heard the singing of the two generals below and shook his head helplessly: Some people just don't give up until they reach the Yellow River.

Murong Fu threw three pebbles to meet the oncoming sharp arrows. This time he used his inner strength, and the three pebbles were like three sharp knives, breaking through the three arrows, and the remaining momentum remained. It hit Shi Hu's armor, and the huge force knocked him off his horse, and the bow and arrow also fell to the ground.