The jet-black arrow glinted with a cold and terrible light in the sun. At the critical moment, Jing Shao suddenly turned his head and the arrow grazed his cheek, leaving behind a burning pain. Of the two arrows below it, the right one brushed over his silver armor with a clang while the left one struck him in his left arm!
"En..." Jing Shao hmphed, raised his hand and pulled out the arrow in his arm. He then easily grabbed the bow slung over the back of his horse and fired three arrows in return.
The three arrows flew in the shape of the 品 word, the left one glinting as it aimed for the heart, the right one to pierce a lung, and the last one to decorate the throat! The general hadn't expected Jing Shao to not dodge, nor to even have strength to spare and return fire. He quickly raised his bow and shot an arrow to block the three incoming ones. Two arrow tips collided. The general's arrow had greater force, and it pierced and split the arrow into three parts, while the other two arrows both fell to the ground.
Everyone had never seen such precise archery skills before. For a moment, they were all stunned. By the time they snapped back to their senses, the godly marksman had turned his horse around and had run away. The southeast army that had come to ambush them quickly retreated.
Zhao Meng was about to take the cavalry with him in pursuit, but Jing Shao put down his bow. "Don't give chase."
There were less than 100 soldiers left in the southeast army. It might be dangerous if they pursued them on this narrow mountain road, and the gains wouldn't be worth the loss.
"Wang Ye, you're injured." Hao Dadao put away his blade and joined the group. Seeing Jing Shao cover his left arm, he came over to inquire into the situation.
Only now did Jing Shao feel the pain, and he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath of air.
"Don't ride anymore. Let the military advisor help you apply some medicine," the left protectorate general said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, Jing Shao immediately jumped off his horse and signaled for the army to continue pressing forward before he burrowed into the carriage.
Mu Hanzhang looked quietly at the man in front of him. He helped him take off his armor without saying a word, ripped open his sleeve which was soaked crimson, and used a cloth dampened with some tea water to wipe off the blood around the wound. The wound was small but deep, and it was still bleeding. Fortunately, it was only a flesh wound, and didn't reach the bone. Mu Hanzhang picked up the powder that helped stop bleeding and sprinkled it over the wound without pause.
"Ah, hurts, hurts!" Jing Shao grimaced and yelled.
Mu Hanzhang ignored him. After stopping the blood, he took out a small green jade bottle and applied a layer of the medicine. He took off his cloth belt and used it to wrap the wound carefully. He tied a neat knot and then let go of Jing Shao's arm.
Jing Shao breathed a sigh of relief. In his last life, when he attacked the southeast in the 18th year of Hongzhang, the Godly Archer General had fired the three arrows at him. At that time, he subconsciously tried to dodge, but one hit him right on the chest and almost cost him his life. He remembered this lesson, and only suffered a slight injury now, which could be regarded as avoiding a disaster. He had been a little uneasy the whole time, and could now finally relax.
Lifting his eyes to see that his Wang Fei was still expressionless, he couldn't help but feel a little aggrieved; he had gotten injured, but Jun Qing didn't say anything to console him. He suddenly wanted to inch closer to eat some tofu, but unexpectedly, in the next moment, his body was held in a warm embrace.
Mu Hanzhang tightly hugged the man in his arms, and only then let out the breath he had been holding this entire time. The warm touch allowed him to confirm that this person was still alive, safe and sound in his arms. It was just that the scene had been too frightening. Seeing the three arrows fly at Jing Shao, who couldn't dodge any of them, the sky and earth had seemed to suddenly turn gray and Mu Hanzhang even forgot to breathe.
