The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Chapter 835: Unparalleled Killing Weapon

"No, brother, you may have misunderstood. What I mean is, if my contributions are still useful, can you, can you put the credit on Xiao Er and say that it was Xiao Er who shot." She requested in a low voice.

Li Xuemei looked at Yan Huaiwen steadily, her eyes full of anticipation.

Yan Huaiwen immediately understood her deep love for her daughter.

"can."

The waiter was a general despite being a woman.

It is difficult to say, but it is also easy to say.

It is difficult for the court officials to reinstate the female officials.

But military merit must be rewarded, this is an iron rule.

As long as Xiao Er continues to accumulate military merits, he can break through the barriers and fly into the sky.

An astonishing light flashed in Li Xuemei's eyes.

Just at this moment, the additional iron arrows arrived from elsewhere.

She quickly ate the dried meat in her hand and drank the water handed to her by Madam Cui in one breath.

He quickly stood up and stood back in the aiming position of the crossbow.

"Load the arrow!"

Following her order.

This crossbow that terrifies the enemy has started a new round of killing!

Only then did Yan Huaiwen realize that he had underestimated his brother and sister-in-law's abilities.

What hindered her performance was not the physical and mental exhaustion, but the lack of supply of iron arrows for her to fire at full power.

He immediately gave the order: "Set up a small camp and retrieve the iron arrows."

The Guanzhou border troops are unparalleled in bravery, but when it comes to flexible tactics and expertise in defensive combat, it has to be the Xiao'anying trained by the waiter.

It is not an easy task to retrieve the iron arrow on the battlefield where two armies are fighting.

Even when the rebels realize what their intention is, they will try their best to obstruct them.

"Brother." Li Xuemei called out to Yan Huaiwen who was about to leave, biting her lip and finally saying, "Let the Eight Ox Crossbows from Xiao'an Camp come up and leave them here. I will teach them." She made up her mind and said, "The more the better!"

If you’re going to do it, make it a big one.

Help your daughter gain military merits now!

There were only a few thousand people in Xiao'anying, but their retreat was insignificant on today's battlefield.

After returning, get ready and set off again.

With shields in front and swords behind, and spears guarding the flanks, small teams dispersed.

The location of the big iron arrow is easy to find.

They are strung together in a row, either standing still and unable to fall down, or falling down and forming a row.

The goal is obvious.

The initial recovery went very smoothly.

Several people cooperated and exerted force in the direction of the arrow. Some were responsible for pulling, and some were responsible for pressing down. With a little effort, the iron arrow was pulled out.

Then quickly tie it up with a hemp rope.

When you have collected ten, two people will carry them back.

At first, they gave away ten at a time, then gradually the number decreased to seven or eight, five or six...

Li Xuemei looked at the iron arrow that was sent to her, which was covered in blood.

Seeing someone was about to put the iron arrow directly on the crossbow bed, he hurriedly stopped them: "Take it away and wash the blood off, wipe it dry with cloth or hay, and then send it up when it's ready."

She was worried that the blood stains would affect the accuracy of the crossbow.

Even if it is just a very insignificant difference, it is enough to magnify this insignificant deviation at a long distance.

At this time, Li Xuemei was the empress in this little world.

Her words are the imperial decree.

The collected iron arrows were carried down to be cleaned.

The most powerful crossbow was once again out of service due to a supply shortage of iron arrows.

The guys who were cooperating with Li Xuemei to operate the crossbow collapsed into mud instantly when they saw her leave the aiming position.

Madam Cui hurried downstairs and shouted towards the inner city from halfway up the city wall, asking the people below to send up water and food as soon as possible.

The hanging baskets were lowered one by one.

The top was soon piled with food and the heavy load was pulled up.

She first invited the guys operating the crossbow bed to eat and drink, staring at them eagerly, and said in an unquestionable tone: "After you finish eating, switch with those guys and ask them to come over to the crossbow bed."

The boys who were wolfing down their food wailed, "Aunt Cui, please stop. Let us stay here. We work so well with Madam Yan Er. They, the little ones, can't even figure it out, let alone the big ones!"

"Just go when I tell you to go, why are you talking so much nonsense!" Madam Cui put her hands on her hips and looked up: "Whoever is disobedient, go down and wash the iron arrows for me now!" Between the small crossbow bed and washing the iron arrows, they would have to be crazy to choose washing the iron arrows.

Everyone became obedient, and only then was Madam Cui satisfied.

He hurried to the small crossbow bed and waited for Li Xuemei to "teach" them one by one. After shooting the arrows on the crossbow bed, he pointed out the energetic boy and called him to the big crossbow bed.

Those who were not chosen looked with envy at those who were picked by Aunt Cui.

Li Xuemei walked around and taught step by step. After completing a wave of "scattering", she returned to the original position.

On the surface, she seemed to be resting with her eyes closed.

In fact, Li Xuemei was recalling the positions of all the crossbow beds, how to move, and how long it would take to aim. She wanted to maximize her advantages in the gaps between the large crossbow beds.

The rebels soon discovered the unusual movements of the Guanzhou army on the battlefield.

They were picking up the shot crossbow arrows, and the crossbows on the right side above the city wall were shooting even more fiercely.

As dense as a life-taking rain.

They subconsciously shifted to the left.

Li Xuemei soon discovered that the rebels who were gathered together were difficult to find. She glanced around and noticed their movements.

At one command, all those operating the crossbow bed followed her.

Switch positions with another large crossbow bed.

Madam Cui followed and settled the person who had been inexplicably replaced, then greeted the little crossbow beds.

"Change the location, change the location. Move quickly. We will change locations wherever the rebels gather!"

……

The rebel army's flag was firmly planted in the center of the rear.

Wherever the commander's flag is, the general will be there.

And now, the rebel army's flag is still stable, as steady as an old dog.

But the person it represents is on the verge of death.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please wake up, Your Majesty!" A crying and desperate wailing voice came faintly from the king's tent.

The guards guarding outside had tense expressions and made eye contact with their comrades from time to time.

Even though they were ordered to stay away from the king's tent, the vague noises, the comings and goings of the generals, princes, and their most trusted aides, and the heavy gloom on their faces, still made them guess something, but they found it hard to believe, let alone dare to believe it.

"Father! Father! Open your eyes and look at your son, Father!"

"You quacks, come up with something!"

"We have tried our best. The arrow injured his heart and lungs. It is too late to save him."

At first, the rebel king just vomited blood and spurted blood in large mouthfuls.

Still able to stay awake, with a hint of clarity in his eyes.

After several rescue efforts, there was little effect.

None of the military doctors dared to mention the arrow.

This is no ordinary arrow, it is an iron arrow about half a meter long!

Half a foot!

Although such a large arrow did not penetrate the body, the part that remained inside the king's body was enough to damage the vital parts.

They even found an identical iron arrow.

It’s frightening just looking at it!

This is an unparalleled killing weapon.

The person who was shot did not want to snatch his life from the King of Hell, but to kill the King of Hell and seize the throne!

"Useless! They are all a bunch of useless! Father!"

The young masters cried loudly but nothing happened.

The generals in the tent changed their positions at some point.

They are divided into different parties.

Occasionally lowering his head to whisper to others.

Otaku likes editors to contact me, and it's usually good things, like sending mooncakes, signing contracts, and recommending me~

Hehe~ I haven’t seen the recommended position for a long time because of the poor updates.

Of course, there are times when otakus feel conflicted.

For example, ask me when I will publish a new book?

The inner thoughts of the otaku: ...This book is not finished yet

For example, yesterday he asked me how many words were left to be completed? He was going to translate it overseas and asked about the progress~

Zhai Zhai’s inner thoughts: …How do I calculate this? I’m afraid of saying too little and too much. I can’t control the number of words I’ll write later! ! ! !

And he has not replied to the message until now.

The late stage of procrastination is confirmed! o(*￣︶￣*)o

Uh, yes, Zhai Zhai's book has been signed overseas, but there is no copyright fee, just profit sharing. It has been signed for more than a year? I just started translating it, and I thought it would fail hahaha~