hotmtlnovel Chapter 73 - 73 Day 6_1
Chapter 73 - 73 Day 6_1
Chapter 73: Chapter 73 Day 6_1
Monkey drew a bow and arrow from inside the goods van, calmly bending the bow, notching the arrow, but withheld the shot.
Though targeted by Monkey, these Tubo cavalry showed no fear.
At most, they felt this man still had some fight in him; it would feel even more satisfying to crush his skull shortly.
To enable free movement here, Monkey and his group had disguised themselves as traders, their clothes tattered and ragged, hardly raising any suspicion.
Through Monkey’s point of view, Tang Mo could see the approaching Tubo cavalry drawing nearer, their flails swinging, their sinister grins vividly life-like, making his muscles tense up instantly, and his entire body became anxious.
In his heart, he even started to shout loudly, “Shoot! Shoot! They’re coming!
However, the protagonist didn’t hear Tang Mo’s cries.
He merely watched the enemy calmly, and only when the lead horseman stepped just within his effective range did he release the arrow he had nocked with his right hand.
Whoosh...
The sound, akin to a whistle, was faint and swift.
The released arrow, like a swallow vanishing into the dark, merged seamlessly with the surroundings; the next second it appeared at the lead horseman’s throat.
The cavalryman on the horse fell at the sound, while the Squad Leader, who had been sleeping soundly on the cart, leapt to his feet instantaneously.
He was like an iron tower; his two-meter stature was an imposing giant, so big that he could only curl up to sleep on the wagon.
Seeing the fast-approaching cavalry, he reached out to Mr. Fang beside him, who promptly handed him a well-maintained throwing spear.
The half-zhang long throwing spear was made from fine wood, its tip fitted with an iron spearhead, gleaming from Mr. Fang’s meticulous maintenance.
Weighing it for feel, the serious-faced Squad Leader smiled and said, “Good.
The next moment, he threw it.
It’s difficult to describe the action of his throw; in that instant, the statue-like Squad Leader seemed to become light itself. The switch from stillness to motion appeared to happen in a blink, with not a single wasteful movement, turning the throwing spear in his hand into a ferocious weapon.
The hurled spear shot forth like lightning; the cavalry’s leather armor might as well have been paper, too weak to withstand the thrust of the spear, which impaled them clean through.
Before the cavalry could react, the next arrow had already arrived.
With two arrows and one spear, the five assailants, yet to close in, were reduced to two.
The remaining two, petrified, turned to flee, but then another arrow and another spear shot took them down.
The conversation moved from the video to history, then from history to games. A once serious history group was gradually morphing into a gaming group, and nobody seemed to think it was odd.
The next day, at the same time.
Although he thought it unlikely, Tang Mo still began refreshing his following list, waiting for an update from Fang Cheng Studio.
And Fang Cheng Studio didn’t disappoint him; the second video was updated on time at eleven o’clock in the morning.
“Six days to Tang Dynasty.”
Compared to the sparse views when he first watched it yesterday, the video had thousands of views as soon as it was released.
The play count from yesterday’s video had already reached 270,000, and Fang Cheng Studio’s fan count skyrocketed from zero to seventeen thousand overnight, a testament to the video’s high quality.
The second video didn’t disappoint Tang Mo either.
This time, the five-person squad arrived at a rundown mountain village.
The village had just been plundered; bodies of villagers were piled up in the square, parts of houses had been burned to ruins, and faint cries could be heard everywhere.
When the peasants spotted the five newcomers entering the village, they kept their distance. Only after confirming that they weren’t Tubo soldiers did they timidly come forward.
The elderly village chief, leaning on his cane, burst into tears when he heard that they were Tang soldiers.
Kneeling down in front of the protagonist, his tears flowing freely, the village chief clutched at his hand and choked out, “Is the Emperor of Tang well? When will the Heavenly Soldiers come to save us?”
Upon hearing this, even the normally lively skinny member was silent.
The Squad Leader’s face, covered in scars, looked more intimidating.
He helped the chief to his feet and then asked, “Where’s that group of Tubo soldiers?”
“Not far, at a camp. Sir, there are more than twenty of them, you’re no match. Better rest up and head out first thing in the morning.”
“Only twenty men, huh.” The skinny member finally smiled, “Guys, make it quick. I’ll keep watch here for you.”
“Mind your own business!” The Squad Leader glared at the not yet fully recovered skinny member and cursed, “You just keep watch, if anything happens before we return, I’m holding you accountable!
Then, he rallied his mates, and under the villagers’ complex gaze, they headed towards the Tubo camp in the setting sun.
As Tang Mo eagerly anticipated the upcoming battle, the end credits appeared!
“Six days to Tang Dynasty.”
“Dammit! Not now, this is where you cut it off?!”