Chapter 55: Charging into the Enemy Army in a Truck

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  Wen Fei hesitated, not repaying kindness was not his style. Last time during nighttime training, he himself was saved by Wang Zhiming. Moreover, he still had a good impression of Wang Zhiming now, although this person initially seemed somewhat arrogant. But in fact, he didn't understand human emotions!

  As I watched, the pursuing soldiers also came after us. They were all savage-looking barbarians with disheveled hair and decorations made of wolf teeth and stones, looking extremely ferocious.

  "Whoosh......" A bandit controlled his horse with his legs, drew his bow and arrow, aiming at Wang Zhiming's back, ready to shoot...

  It was the legendary archer, Wen Fei couldn't bear it anymore. With a press of the horn, the car suddenly let out a loud honk. Both the pursuer and the pursued were startled, especially the foreigner with the bow and arrow, who was so startled that his hand slipped, and the long arrow that was originally aimed at Wang Zhiming's back heart ended up shooting towards Wang Zhiming's shoulder.

  Wen Fei shouted loudly to be careful, but couldn't attend to any other movements. In this chaotic situation, the sound of hooves was like thunder, and it couldn't guarantee that Wang Zhiming would hear it either. But unexpectedly, on Wang Zhiming's back, as if eyes had grown, he suddenly hid in his crotch and dodged the long arrow. This made Wen Fei let out a huge sigh of relief.

  Without thinking much, Wen Fei started the car and drove towards him. The two parties were not far apart originally, and the loud roar of the car's engine was indeed frightening, Wang Zhiming's horse suddenly got startled, almost throwing Wang Zhiming off its back.

  Wang Zhiming suddenly rolled off the horse and dissipated his strength on the ground. Coincidentally, Wen Fei's car drove over, opened the door wide, and shouted for him to get in.

  Wang Zhiming leapt up without hesitation, the car door closing tightly. Wen Fei floored it with one foot, charging straight at the Mongolian cavalry. He thought to himself, Come on, let's crash, see who's afraid of whom?

  This small freight box is considered small in the cargo truck, and it's inconspicuous when placed at the back. However, during this era, it was a truly massive object, especially since it was made of steel. Those barbarians were fierce but not stupid, who dared to crash into an automobile? They all retreated in disarray.

  The roads these days are extremely poor, especially in this village, where the roads are all dirt paths trodden by rural people, full of potholes. Every time Wen Fei drove over here, he was always very careful and never dared to drive fast. But this time, it was an emergency, so he floored it. The car's speed wasn't that fast, but it started bouncing around on the road.

  Wen Fei was startled and quickly slowed down, the steering wheel shaking almost out of control. Just a few hundred meters away, Wen Fei was shaken so badly that he almost threw up his gallbladder.

  Wang Zhiming's face also turned pale, and even the most violent horse he had ridden before was not as bumpy as this car. The car slowed down, and Wen Fei just wanted to speak when Wang Zhiming stretched out his hand and pulled him back.

  A dark light shot in, the windshield shattered, and only shot into the car. If it wasn't for Wen Fei being pulled open by Wang Zhi Ming, this arrow would have pierced through his forehead.

  In that instant, the emotion of fear and dread almost stopped Wen Fei's heart from beating. Then came a furious anger, a steel crossbow was always ready in the driver's cabin, already strung, Wen Fei grabbed it and aimed at a roadside archer, pulling the trigger.

  With a "hum" sound, the bowstring of this steel crossbow was also made of steel wire, and it shot out with a low and muffled sound. With a "whoosh" sound, it shot out, and that person's kung fu was obviously extremely high, and with a flip of his hand holding the longbow, he wanted to block the incoming arrow.

  He never expected the steel crossbow to have such great force and speed, his hand had only lifted halfway when the arrow had already pierced through his throat. The power of modern steel crossbows was revealed for the first time in front of a Northern Song Dynasty person's eyes.

  That person's throat emitted a terrifying gurgling sound, but not a single word could be spoken. The throat began to spew blood outward, initially thin, then under the pressure inside the body, it became thicker and thicker, and the blood sprayed farther and farther.

  Wen Fei was almost stunned, he was only furious in extreme fear, and an arrow shot out subconsciously. It's actually so accurate that it's beyond his expectation. And the terrifying scene of Fan's throat spraying blood can be imagined to have a terrible impact on this otaku.

  A wave of nausea surged up, causing Wen Fei's stomach to contract violently. This feeling was not just nausea, but a kind of empathetic fear that people have when they witness the loss of life of their own kind, especially when it is at their own hands.

  Wang Zhiming did not notice Wen Fei's complex inner changes, his eyes lit up and he exclaimed: "What kind of bow is this? It's actually so powerful! I'm afraid it's no worse than the divine arm crossbow of our Great Song Dynasty!"

  These barbarians were very ferocious and were not intimidated by this arrow. They shouted and whistled as they chased from behind.

  And on the opposite side, there was also a group of barbarians rushing over, and they were actually surrounded by people from both sides.

  Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat, the car door of this driver's cabin was welded with steel plates and was very solid. However, the front windshield only had some steel bars welded on it, people couldn't rush in, but knives and swords could be stabbed in, let alone arrows.

  This time it's really dangerous! Wen Fei took a deep breath, threw the steel crossbow to Wang Zhi Ming and said: "You have arrows beside you... hold on tight!"

  As he spoke, the cargo was started again. Fortunately, when Wen Fei bought this car, he had overhauled the engine in advance, so as not to be ruined by the second-hand truck's engine at a critical moment and make a joke about not being able to start the fire. At this time, the investment paid off, and the car started smoothly, rumbling loudly, and rushed out.

  Across from them were also barbarian cavalry, with over a hundred riders, wielding their sabers and charging over with eerie howls, indiscriminately taking the lives of pedestrians who couldn't dodge in time. Suddenly, an iron monster charged over, emitting a terrifyingly loud roar.

  Even these excellent war horses were startled by the huge sound. One by one, they neighed loudly and jumped up wildly. Those with slightly inferior horsemanship immediately fell off their backs and broke their legs or necks.

  Wen Fei stepped on the accelerator to the maximum, and the truck performed a waltz on this bumpy dirt road, but it was not elegant at all. The car bounced on the road, occasionally hitting the bottom of the chassis, Wen Fei used all his strength to hold onto the steering wheel tightly. The entire truck was like a wild beast escaping from its cage, crashing forward.

  Those barbarian cavalrymen had not yet reacted, and the first one had already crashed into the front of the car. The whole person, along with his horse, flew backward. If there hadn't been anything blocking their way in the back, they might have flown out more than ten meters. However, behind them were several dozen of his companions, and all of a sudden, all the barbarians fell into disaster.

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