In the blink of an eye, four Wuhuan cavalrymen had rushed to within 40 meters of the village entrance, and shot an arrow at an old woman with difficulty walking, which pierced through her back.
The old woman, Lü Tu, was someone I knew. In the summer, she would weave sturdy straw sandals to sell. She also had a young grandson. As she collapsed to the ground in despair, her pupils gradually turned gray.
A volley of arrows came, and many people who were as slow-moving as the old woman fell down. A childish voice came from behind Lü Tu. He turned around worriedly and his eyes instantly turned red and his eyes were about to burst!
At this moment, Chen Huahua was being forcibly carried on Zhang Bo's back as a human shield, and a sharp arrow pierced through Chen Huahua's chest!
Lu Tu roared, "Fuck your mother!"
There was no time to treat Chen Huahua. At this moment, the Wuhuan cavalry had already charged within 10 meters of him. Without hesitation, Lü Tu drew his bow and nocked an arrow. With his adrenaline surging, he pulled the horn bow to its limit, aimed at one of them again, and shot!
"Beware of hidden attacks!"
The Wuhuan soldiers beside him had already warned him, but they underestimated Lü Tu's strength. With his powerful burst of strength, the arrow pierced through the forehead of one of the Wuhuan soldiers in 0.5 seconds, and he fell straight off his horse. Even in death, he kept his eyes open, trying to find Lü Tu's location.
Lu Tu hit his target with one shot and continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows. At this moment, the remaining two Wuhuan soldiers had already rushed up to him and swung their swords at his head. He didn't have time to aim and could only shoot the arrow by feel. He immediately bent down and rolled forward several times.
The Wuhuan soldier had already become alert and immediately held his sword horizontally in front of his face. The arrowhead struck the blade, creating sparks, and he escaped with his life.
But another Wuhuan soldier had already closed in, cursing viciously, "You little bastard from the Great Yu, I'll kill you!"
In the eyes of the Wuhuan people, even the regular army of Wuchuan was a piece of trash that could not be defeated.
Not to mention the weak and incompetent commoners of Dayu, who are called "two-legged sheep" in their tribe. When food is scarce, they are even cooked as food. Yet, this very commoner boy, who is like food, dared to ambush and kill a member of his tribe right in front of them!
This is utterly unforgivable! The moment they discovered this village, it was destined to be razed to the ground!
Just as the broadsword in his hand was about to fall on Lü Tu's head, a vengeful smile appeared on the lips of the Wuhuan soldier!
But the next second, his smile froze!
Taking advantage of the moment he rolled on the ground, Lü Tu drew the sword he had confiscated from his waist and, with incredible speed, struck first and severed the arm of the Wuhuan soldier, cutting off the wrist guard along with it!
The Wuhuan soldiers lived up to their reputation as the hungry wolves of the grasslands. Even after suffering such a severe injury, they still used their free left hand to clench their fist and punch at Lü Tu's neck. If Lü Tu were to be hit by this punch filled with hatred, his neck would probably be broken.
However, he underestimated Lü Tu. Once he launched the attack, he would not give his opponent any chance at all!
After severing the opponent's arm, he flicked the knife upwards, his superhuman strength and precision allowing him to slit the throat of the dying Wuhuan soldier with a single blow, blood splattering all over him!
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Just a few breaths ago, the Wuhuan soldier was full of arrogance. Now, he was startled and fell off his horse. In his final moments, even looking up at Lü Tu's face was a luxury.
Now only one Wuhuan cavalryman remained in the village. He believed that his people could easily take down a Dayu archer in close combat, so he confidently exposed his back and charged into the village to wreak havoc!
Without pausing, Lü Tu mounted the horse of the dead Wuhuan soldier and charged toward the village.
At this moment, the Wuhuan soldier killed Zhao Laowu's mother with a single blow. The old woman, who had always been eccentric and strange, fell into a pool of blood in utter terror. Not far away, Zhao Laowu shouted hoarsely, "Mother! Wuhuan people, I'll fight you to the death!"
Zhao Laowu grabbed a hoe from the side and charged toward the Wuhuan cavalry with bloodshot eyes. The Wuhuan soldiers, who had not noticed him, turned to look at him with obvious contempt. They simply ducked slightly to avoid the hoe and slashed at Zhao Laowu with their swords.
But his knife was struck by a sharp sword, and the huge impact caused the knife to slip from his hand.
Lu Tu had already arrived on horseback and roared at the remaining Wuhuan soldiers, "Wuhuan dogs, your opponent is me!"
Only then did the Wuhuan soldiers recognize the horse Lü Tu was riding in surprise: "You killed Fabu?"
Lu Tu drew his bow again and aimed at him: "Enough with the nonsense, I'll make sure you're reunited!"
"Two-legged sheep, you are the bravest Dayu man I have ever seen in years. I am currently unarmed. Do you dare to dismount and fight me in a fair battle between men?"
Before he could finish speaking, Lü Tu pierced his chest with an arrow, and the Wuhuan man fell to the ground. He stared at Lü Tu with venomous eyes: "You attacked by sneak, your victory was dishonorable!"
Lu Tu dismounted, looked down at him condescendingly, and spat in his face with disdain: "What do you think you are? When you were killing unarmed civilians, did you ever think about winning unfairly? Now you dare to talk to me about fairness?"
He then turned to Zhao Laowu, who was weeping over the corpse, and shouted, "Zhao Laowu! What's the use of crying? If you're a man, come over here and kill him right now!"
Zhao Laowu stood up with a face full of hatred, but when he looked at the Wuhuan soldier lying on the ground with an arrow in his eye, he suddenly hesitated.
At this time, the other villagers also realized that Lü Tu had taken control of the situation and began to peek out to check. When they discovered that there was still one Wuhuan soldier alive, they ran back into their houses in fear and hid.
Lu Tu was quite disappointed. In his eyes, the Wuhuan soldiers were nothing special, just a bit more ruthless. Others were willing to risk their lives, but these commoners of the Great Yu Dynasty had no good organization when disaster struck.
He did not believe that the Dayu people were inherently inferior to the Wuhuan people, but rather that the long-term defeats of the government troops had led to the decline of one side and the rise of the other. The fear that the Wuhuan cavalry had instilled in them was simply too deep!
Lu Tu strode forward and, under the watchful eyes of the Wuhuan people, beheaded them with a single stroke. He then looked at Zhao Laowu, but did not utter any sarcastic remarks; he merely sighed softly.
At this moment, Song Yuxi, covered in dust, limped towards them, crying out, "Husband, husband!" She hadn't taken two steps before she fell to the ground again.
Lu Tu rushed over and hugged Song Yuxi tightly, comforting her, "I'm fine."
"My lord, are all the Wuhuan people dead?"
"The Wuhuan people are dead, but some scum have survived." After saying this, Lü Tu searched for Zhang Bo's figure in the crowd. This scum actually used Chen Huahua as a shield when he was running away. There is no way such a person can be allowed to live!
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