"Brother Yang, let's run quickly." The little fat man's face turned pale.
Yang Fan looked at the two chasing cavalrymen on the mountain road up the mountain, and saw that they couldn't run very far. The opponents still had bows and arrows. If they turned around and ran away, neither of them would be able to escape.
He was heartbroken, grabbed the little fat man's shoulders, and said to him: "Hide in those bushes and don't come out."
The little fat man nodded in horror, then rolled and crawled to hide behind the bushes.
Yang Fan looked at the terrain. At the end of the road up the mountain, there was an elm tree more than a foot thick at one end, and a large stone more than one meter high on the other side. Yang Fan took two long knives and placed them on the ground behind the stone, and then Flail at hand.
Then he quickly ran towards the packhorse and drove the three horses behind the big rock. Then he took off the long hemp rope used to tie things up, quickly ran to the tree on the other side of the mountain road, and tied it firmly at a height of about one foot.
Then he hid behind the big rock on the other side and squatted down, holding the other end of the rope tightly in his hand, and letting the rope relax on the ground.
As soon as Yang Fan hid, a horse rushed over from the front. It was the two Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers riding together. Yang Fan let it go directly.
Yang Fan's nervous fingers turned a little white and he gripped the rope tightly. Counting in your mouth,
"one two three"
The moment the two riders behind them rushed out of the ground, they pulled up the rope fiercely and leaned back at the same time. Use your body's gravity to stabilize the rope.
The two riders behind did not expect that there would be a tripping rope here.
The first horse's leg tripped over, and the knight was thrown off with a loud crash.
The horse was very fast, and the man weighed one hundred fifty or sixty pounds. Coupled with the heavy armor, he fell so hard that he couldn't get up.
Writhing on the ground screaming.
Yang Fan's hands were also peeled off and dripping with blood.
Fortunately, Yang Fan let go the moment he tripped the horse, otherwise the bones in his arms would have been torn off.
The second rider quickly tightened the reins to stop the horse from moving forward.
The horseman stood up and neighed.
Yang Fan grabbed the flail, swung it fiercely, and hit the enemy on the back of the head. If the hit was solid, his brain would burst.
Yang Fan didn't expect that the war horse would stand upright, and the flail hit the cavalryman's back directly.
Because the cavalryman's body was tilted at this time, the flail did not hit firmly, but slid sideways. Otherwise, the lumbar spine will be directly broken at this moment.
There was a loud bang, and the knight's lower back was hit, causing nails to fly. A stream of blood mist spurted out.
"Ah," the knight screamed and fell off his horse.
This cavalryman was obviously a battle-hardened veteran. He rolled as soon as he landed and dodged Yang Fan's subsequent hammer blow. Then he quickly stood up and rolled to the ground, opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. He drew out his waist knife and slashed at Yang Fan.
But his lower back was seriously injured. If he hadn't worn triple armor (cloth armor, chain mail, and cotton armor), his lumbar spine would have been almost broken. Now his face was pale, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat. He staggered towards Yang Fan, waving his saber incessantly.
The Eight Banners soldiers were indeed very brave.
Yang Fan did not dare to engage in close combat with him, so he took advantage of his injury and inability to move. He kept jumping and dodging with the flail, and when he saw the opportunity, he struck down with the hammer.
But the Tatars were also very alert. Even though they were staggering, they still dodged as many as possible without being hit.
Yang Fan was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, the sneak attack injured him, otherwise he would have ended up here.
The Tatar was slashing at Yang Fan and yelling curses over and over again. Yang Fan realized that he was scolding the Tatar who had stumbled and fell down before.
Yang Fan secretly thought that it was bad, he couldn't handle this one, and if he got up again, he would most likely be dead.
Just throw this Tatar away and run away. He is limping and he will definitely not be able to catch up.
Seeing Yang Fan running away, the little fat man was so anxious that he almost fainted.
The fallen Tatar's leg bone was obviously broken. Seeing that Yang Fan was about to run, he managed to get up without even bothering to draw his sword, and directly hugged Yang Fan's calf with both hands. He immediately hugged Yang Fan down.
Seeing the Tatars chasing after him, Yang Fan turned red-eyed, grabbed the flail and hit him on the back, but the distance was too close, the heavy weapons could not move quickly, and the damage was limited. Seeing the other Tatars He was walking lamely, holding a knife and grinning ferociously.
Yang Fan hit hard, but the Tatar vomited blood and gritted his teeth and refused to let go.
The Tatar finally came over, raised his knife and slashed at Yang Fan on the ground.
Yang Fan was lying on the ground, looking at a huge black shadow blocking the sky, and a long knife shining like a sword, reflecting the dazzling sunlight and flying towards him.
Are you going to die?
Are you going to die here?
At this moment, his mind felt blank.
Suddenly, with a pop, an eagle-feather arrow shot out and penetrated directly into Tatar's neck.
The Tatars' movements suddenly stopped.
Yang Fan felt as if time had slowed down. He watched the tail of the carved feather arrow on Tatar's neck tremble violently.
Then time suddenly returned to normal speed, and the Tatar was shot and flew backwards.
There was a loud bang and he fell to the ground on his back.
The Tatar who hugged Yang Fan's leg was stunned. Yang Fan took the opportunity to use all his strength and punched him hard on the chin. The Tatar was knocked unconscious.
Yang Fan broke free and got up in embarrassment. He turned around and saw a cavalryman looking at him. This cavalryman was the two men dressed as Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers who had been let past.
A man was carried on a horse and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The other one looked at him with a shocked face, relaxed the horse's reins, and the bay-red horse came walking slowly.
This is a very young face.
The snow-white oval face, pointed chin, red phoenix eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. At this time, he was looking at Yang Fan with vigilance, surprise, and a bit of curiosity.
It was a girl dressed up, Yang Fan could tell with keen judgment, she had a fox face and no Adam's apple.
"Who are you?" the girl said.
The delicate voice directly exposed everything.
Yang Fan was a little unhappy in his heart. He had saved these two people no matter what, so it would be fine if he didn't thank himself. Why did he ask himself who the little girl thought he was as soon as he came up?
"Who are you?" Yang Fan never got used to this kind of people, so he asked with a straight face.
The girl couldn't help but be startled when she saw Yang Fan dressed as a commoner and how tough the officers and soldiers were.
The girl glared at Yang Fan angrily, took out a waist card, and shouted: "Dongchang Warriors, Jin Yiwei is doing business, kneel down and answer."
Yang Fan rolled his eyes, that's it, return the Dongchang, the Hercules, and the Jinyiwei. I don't think I know how anyone who is both the Dongchang and the Jinyiwei can brag.
The person who was being chased just now was like a dog, but now he is shaking his head when he turns around.
"Shabi" Yang Fan raised his middle finger to Xiao Niangpi.
The girl was stunned for a moment when she was scolded. Although she didn't know what it meant, she probably understood that it seemed to be a dirty talk about his mother.
Yang Fan turned around and left, dragging the little fat man out of the bushes.
"Uuuu, Brother Yang, I thought you were going to leave me and run away, you scared me to death, uuuuuuuuuuuu" The little fat man burst into tears.
"Okay, okay, don't think about it. If I don't lure them away, if they find you, you will be finished."
"Woo, I'm so scared."
"never mind"
"never mind"
Yang Fan patted the little fat man on the back and said comfortingly.
The girl's face turned red and white. This bastard dared to ignore her like this. I really wanted to whip him.
At this time, the man on the saddle moved.
He said a little weakly: "Help me down."
