Insufficient balance

  "Once we get around this desert, we can head back on a straight road...!"

  This was the second day since leaving the Lin Manor, and the long journey along with the scorching weather made Martin, who was sitting in the carriage, almost unable to bear the fatigue of the trip due to the suffering his body had endured during his time as a slave.

  Fortunately, the large vehicle he made had a relatively large space, which carried enough water and food for the entire team. Zhao Fubo, on the other hand, added a lot of fresh food to the team along the way with his bow and arrow, together with Mu Ke.

  As for his own student, Martin was satisfied. Whether in martial arts or in terms of acceptance ability, he was a promising material.

  Even at noon when the sun was scorching, he would come to Martin's car and bring him water and food so that he wouldn't have to run around outside.

  The road surface was a commercial route that Zhao's family had spent more than 20 years slowly building and repairing. This also ended the history of relying mainly on camel teams to transport goods in nearby regions.

  It was precisely this relatively hard business road that brought huge wealth to the Zhao family.

  Unfortunately, the creators of all this - Zhao Fu's parents died on the other side when they opened up the trade route to Persia.

  The scorching wind blows down from the mountain ridge, but it can't affect the people who have settled in the cool shade of the valley. At this time, nothing is more attractive than fresh fruit or a refreshing spring water.

  In this kind of desolate and sparsely populated mountainous area, danger is always lurking nearby, and with just one careless move...

  "Beware... bandits..."

  The English longbowman standing on the top of the great cart, acting as a lookout, pointed into the distance and let out a shrill cry. With his shout, a rumbling sound like thunder came echoing through the valley.

  Sitting on the ground, Zhao Fubo, who was peeling a melon, jumped up and agilely leapt onto a horse-drawn carriage like a monkey. At this moment, four English longbowmen acting as charioteers on two carriages began to release their first wave of arrows.

  A band of about thirty or forty Arabs, clad in long black robes.

  At this time, with bows at the ready, they began to shoot a hail of arrows in the direction of the chariots, which was the standard tactic employed by Arab Mamluk cavalry.

  Before the formation, a wave of random arrows would be shot over, and when approaching, they would use curved knives and iron guns to attack. Zhao Fubo's response method immediately showed his skills.

  "Block the road with the carriage, get the bow and arrow ready. If Big Brother comes from behind, we'll attack them from both sides and these bandits will have nowhere to hide!"

  It must be said that Zhao Fubo's martial arts and fighting skills were more developed than his emotional intelligence. If an ordinary person had encountered such a situation, they would probably have been scared out of their wits. Even the smarter ones might have abandoned their carts and run away as fast as they could.

  It's just a pity that he seems to know nothing about the treachery of human hearts.

  Right behind the robbers they were chasing, in a place beyond their line of sight. His elder brother, Zhao Xu, was sitting on a horse-drawn carriage, with a Persian-style dressed woman leaning against him, using only luxurious decorations to cover her private parts.

  "They are just a few people, you are dozens of people enough to deal with them. My father said that if he grasped the great power, naturally there would be no lack of benefits for you..."

  The man speaking with him was mounted on a horse in front of the carriage, his black cloak and black mask making it impossible for others to see his face. Only a pair of black eyes made him look like he had a savage and ferocious aura.

  "Uh, but none of the women in his team are allowed to be touched. When I arrive later, just pretend to escape..."

  The man in black cloak never spoke, only a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes when he mentioned the woman.

  As they spoke, the robbers had approached Zhao Fubo's small defensive line. Four English longbowmen had come down from the carriage roof after shooting and killing a few people and were hiding behind the carriage.

  "Be careful, the arrow is coming..."

  Zhaō Fúbō shouted loudly, and those who heard him all hid in the carriage or covered their bodies with shields.

  "Ah..."

  A rough servant girl beside Shu Yu'er, in her panic, didn't have time to dodge and was pierced through the body by a long arrow, clearly dead.

  "Ready... aim... fire..."

  Apart from the English longbowmen and Little John, everyone else used a type of composite recurve bow commonly found in the region.

  Everyone followed Zhao Fubo's command, drawing their bows and releasing the bowstrings together. Even Shu Yu'er and Old Man Ma inside the carriage joined the battle.

  "Whoosh...whoosh...whoosh..."

  A long arrow pierced the air, and a swarm of arrows shot towards the bandits who were rushing over. Compared to the people hiding behind the carriage, these bandits were not only in an inferior position but also exposed in the open wilderness, so if they engaged in a shootout, they would be at a disadvantage.

  "Ah..."

  Far away, several mournful cries rang out. People with good eyesight could see that not only did Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke hit their targets, but also two of the four longbowmen, including Xiao Yohann.

  But the robbers were now getting closer and closer, and it seemed that in a few more breaths they would cross the defensive line formed by the large vehicles and mix with them.

  If it were so, they would lose all their advantages.

  "You just keep shooting arrows, Mukk, you two and I will charge out together!"

  In the midst of Zhao Fubo's shouting, he mounted his horse with Muk and Martin's two Mamluks. What he didn't notice was that Little John also carried an English longbow and quietly followed them on a horse.

  "Hmm..."

  In the midst of the horse's whinnying, Zhao Fubo's little black coal led the way, carrying him over the gaps between the large vehicles. Behind him were Mu Ke wielding an iron spear and two other Mamluk cavalrymen, and lastly, unnoticed by anyone, was Little John.

  "Release arrow...... release arrow......"

  Martin yelled, leading the remaining people to shoot out a long arrow. It must be said that compared with others, the English longbowmen who were more fond of archery had better accuracy and shooting speed.

  Of course, compared with Mamluk cavalry, they were relatively lacking in close combat capabilities.

  At this time, the robbers had stopped shooting arrows and were brandishing their own blades to prepare for battle against the small group of people rushing towards them.

  However, Zhao Fu and the others who stayed behind in the big cart formation continued to use arrows to injure the approaching bandits, forcing them to wave their weapons and pull out the arrows to protect themselves.

  Riding on Xiao Hei Tan, Zhao Fu Bo waved the large spear in his hand, like a arrow leaving the string, the large spear in his hand was like a vigorous and living dragon.

  The bandit who came face to face with him held a large gun level and was about to pierce Zhao Fu's body in an instant.

  However, as soon as his iron spear was matched by Zhao Fu's large spear, a tremendous force immediately transmitted along the sturdy and hard iron spear shaft.

  The originally straight iron spear immediately slanted to one side, startling the bandit who could only exert his strength with both arms to resist it. But before he could even understand what was happening, the spearhead of that spear had already reached in front of him.

  "Ah, how could this be......"

  The nearly black spearhead easily pierced the robber's cuirass, and the intense pain caused him to immediately drop the iron spear in his hand and reach for the large spear that had been thrust into his chest.

  Before his fingers even touched the trigger, he felt a greater force coming from the barrel of the gun. Then his robust body flew into the air. Before his body had even fallen to the ground, he had already lost his most precious life.

  The Arab bandits who have never experienced the Chinese great spear do not know the benefits of this soft rod great spear. When the great spear, which is more than three meters long, swings, it will exert extremely fierce power.

  If one masters the application of this power, it is called "listening force" in Chinese spear techniques.

  Five years of hard practice had enabled Zhao Fubo to master this shooting technique, the only thing he lacked was the opportunity to continue practicing his marksmanship in actual combat.

  Unfortunately, the white wax rod spear in his hand was softer than the large spear placed at home, and its "strength" was far less lively than that of the large spear.

  Or one day, that big gun could become his weapon. Maybe by then he would know the past of this gun and understand what a powerful name it had.

  With just one charge, Zhao Fu's large spear had already knocked three Arab bandits off their horses. Readers may have doubts about how a fifteen-year-old boy could be so powerful and skilled in martial arts.

  Zhao Fubo is still far from Kong Wu's powerful years.

  His advantage lies in the fact that his mixed blood gave him a stronger and taller body than the Central Plains people.

  The five years of bitter practice with the gun, probably in the entire Middle East, there isn't a single person who truly understands how to deal with Chinese marksmanship. Not to mention the archers in the chariot defense formation, constantly shooting arrows, severely disrupting the robbers' attack.

  At this time, the number of people was less than twenty robbers, who were obviously in a very embarrassing situation. The front row of carts had only one narrow gap that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, where the English longbowmen were still shooting arrows continuously.

  And those who had just clashed with them were now in a position behind their backs, and no matter which side they dealt with, it was a desperate situation of being attacked from both sides.

  "Alas..."

  At this time, Zhao Fubo had already led his men to turn their horses around and was preparing for the next charge.

  It wasn't until then that he discovered one of the two Mamluks bought by Old Man Martin had also fallen on the battlefield.

  "Bang......"

  The sound of a bowstring came from beside him, he turned his head in surprise, but found that Muk was standing next to the little John, who was still shooting arrows at the robbers relentlessly.

  "Not bad, Little John is good, come on, let's make another dash..."

  In the midst of loud laughter, the white wax rod spear in hand made a move, and together with the remaining few people, they charged towards the remaining bandits.

  The mountain wind swept through the valley in the afternoon, and the loud sound of clashing weapons and the desperate cries of those about to die made the valley seem even more cruel.