After pulling Hei Wa, who was motionless like a statue, Old Man Mo whispered: "Hei Wa, you can run for your own life and don't worry about me."
Difficulty reveals one's character. To be able to carry him here in the chaos of the army is a testament to Hei Wa's benevolence and righteousness.
If he hadn't held him back, Hei Wa would have rushed to the bridge long ago.
Chang Siguao turned his head and looked at the little old man who had always been friendly to him in the past few months. Somehow, the weather-beaten and cunning old face of Father Hei appeared in front of his eyes. Could he leave Old Man Mo and escape alone?
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
There was a loud shout from behind, and a figure in a long robe leapt forward several times, knocking several soldiers away, and landed on the burning bridge. He shouted: "One of our own." With all his strength, he crossed over the burning bridge and landed lightly on the bridge. There was an empty space on the opposite side, and the soldiers who were hit here rolled to the ground and screamed miserably, and were seriously injured.
The body refining warrior guarding the opposite side ordered to let go of the horse, and politely let the body refining warrior who showed his waist card go.
"You son of a bitch, I curse your whole family to a bad death!"
"A straight bitch, with her viciousness, she is rushing to be reincarnated."
"Damn you thief, I hit your grandpa..."
The soldiers who were blocked on this side of the bridge burst out with resentment. They didn't care that the other party was a bullshit body refiner master with a high status. Now his life was about to be in danger. He cursed loudly and uttered obscene words, and jumped to the bridge. The body-refining practitioner, whose head was covered in blood, seemed not to hear it and quickly jumped away and disappeared.
Old Man Mo urged in a low voice: "Let's go quickly. If you don't leave, I'm afraid it will be too late."
Chang Siguo looked at the shriveled and thin old man and said, "Old Mo, I will throw you over. Be careful when you land." The body refiner who just jumped over reminded him, and with his strength, he It shouldn't be a problem for a wizened old man weighing less than 100 pounds to be thrown through a blazing flame three to four feet wide.
As he spoke, he couldn't help but grab the belt on the back of the old man with one hand and the collar of the old man's cotton robe on the chest with the other. He took two steps to the bridge that had just been vacated. His face was burning due to the fire, and he shouted at the other side: "One of our own!"
The veins in his hands bulged, he twisted his waist and exerted all his strength, throwing Old Man Mo into the air.
Old Man Mo didn't have time to object. He walked through the sea of fire like a cloud and mist, feeling that his eyebrows and beard were instantly scorched.
After all, he was indeed an old pawn who had climbed out of the dead, and he calmed down very quickly.
Seeing that he had fallen three feet away from the edge of the flames, Old Man Mo bent his legs based on experience, relieved his strength and fell forward. Protecting his head with both hands, he bent forward and rolled several times on the muddy snow, just holding the horse's crossbar to stabilize himself. He shouted: "One of my own, I am the warehouse manager of the outpost Zuo Wei, and I have a belt card to prove it."
After finally escaping from death, he didn't want to die under the arrows of his own people.
Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched Old Man Mo get up covered in mud and water, including the body refiners and generals guarding the bridge. They didn't react for a moment. How could he cross the bridge like this?
Seeing the nearby soldiers looking at him like a monster, his eyes gradually brightened. He often thought about it but did not lose the breath in his body. He could not even think of throwing it for others. If he had just thrown it, the old man would have weighed more than ten kilograms. , fell into the sea of fire, and he yelled: "Run for your life, why are you standing there stupidly?"
There was a "click" in the middle of the wooden bridge, the pillars burned, and pieces of wood fell down.
The explosive sparks flew around in the strong wind, forcing the nearby soldiers to retreat several steps.
Chang Si thought that the burden on his back was gone, and he walked through the chaotic crowd of soldiers like a loach. After a few breaths, he squeezed to the other side, leaned over and picked up a horn bow abandoned in the snow, and hung it on his shoulder. , bowed and rushed towards the gap in the burning tent in the south.
On the way here, Zheng was also hesitant whether to take advantage of the chaos and leave.
Since God's will prevents him from crossing the other side of the bridge, he can simply rely on luck to find a way out. He will have to leave sooner or later anyway.
I didn't expect it to be like this. The camp that Old Man Mo said was unbreakable for more than ten years was brittle than eggshells.
"Hey, Hei Wa, be careful..." The old voice floated in the night sky.
Turning left and right, Chang Siguo got rid of the soldiers who were following him, shouting to join forces. With a large number of people and a big target, he attracted the enemy's cavalry, fought bravely with blood, chopped people and horses, and killed the generals all the way?
That was the silly Heiwa from before, but not the one who can use his brain now.
He tried his best to sneak to a quiet and quiet place, avoiding several groups of Bei Rong cavalry who were chasing the remnants of the soldiers. He jumped over four trenches. In front of the fence of the last trench to the south, Chang Siguo was chased out by a group of slanting assassins. The enemy cavalry was targeted.
The two wounded soldiers who were screaming in the snow were killed by arrows. The leading Beirong knight wore a brown-yellow furry coat, half of the chest protector of the coat and leather armor. He had a cruel smile on his face with a big pancake unique to the Beirong people, and fought with drops of blood. The knife was pointed at Chang Siguo, who was blocked by the thick railing on his arm. He turned around and shouted to his companion:
"That kid seems to have some brute strength. How many swords can he bet to solve it?"
"At first glance, he looks like a barbarian who is both good and useless. I'll bet five taels of silver on him and a knife on him."
"If you can escape here, you should have some skills. You can gamble three times."
Chang Siguo listened to the argument twenty or thirty steps away, inserted the heavy sword with its scabbard in the snow, and took off the horn bow.
He picked up five arrows on the way, and there were seven riders on the opposite side. He killed a few guys who were looking for death, and vented his pent-up anger. He threw away the extra arrows and kept only one in his hand, and followed the arrows. Falling on the snowy ground, I couldn't see the aim of the arrow, so I drew the bowstring and shot.
"Boom", the string sounded, and the arrow went away like a shadow.
The leading knight who was wielding his sword to dial heard a scream beside him, and was startled, shouting: "Be careful..."
He also looked at the big man on the opposite side casually picking up an arrow with his toes, drawing the bow and shooting with great skill. His movements were smooth and flowing, and he practiced his killing skills to the point where there was almost no trace of fireworks. The leading knight knew that he had encountered a barbarian master. The sword danced wildly, he knocked the horse's belly, and shouted: "Charge and kill!"
The bow string sounded, and another cavalryman was hit by an arrow in his throat and flew off his horse.
The knight behind him, who had a bow in hand, quickly drove his horse to the side and hid on the side of the horse's head, bending his bow and shooting arrows.
Chang Siguo gently picked up an arrow on the snow with his toes. He swayed slightly, and the whistling arrow grazed his left arm. Hey, it hit the wooden fence behind him, making a buzzing tail. Vibration.
The bowstring sounded again, but the leading knight who rushed forward did not hear the screams of his subordinates who were hit by arrows, and the sword they waved slowed down.
As soon as he reacted, the opponent pulled the empty string and faked a shot.
"Boom", a cold arrow passed by the blade and hit the leading knight in the middle of the forehead exposed outside the helmet. He screamed and flew backwards. The sword in his hand was thrown up and almost hit the knight who was following him. knight.
The bow strings sounded rhythmically one after another, and every arrow would definitely take a life.
Finally, after five rings, the remaining two cavalry collapsed and became frightened. They had already charged forward, but they did not dare to slash the sword in their hands at the Nanmanzi who was staring indifferently at five steps away.
"Run!"
"He is Mara!"
The two men shouted at the same time, turned their horses' heads forcibly, and ran away to the left and right.
Chang Siguo pulled out the arrow that was shot on the wooden fence with his backhand, raised his hand and fired an arrow. As a result, the enemy horseman who was escaping on the left dropped his horned bow, pulled out the heavy sword stuck in the snow with its sheath, and pointed toward the enemy more than ten steps away on the right. The enemy cavalry chased after them, and as soon as they fell, they were about two feet away, causing the ground behind them to collapse and create snow pits.
After a few ups and downs, he caught up with the enemy knight who had not yet fully picked up the speed. He jumped in the air and stabbed forward with his scabbard. The last knight spurted blood from his mouth and spurted out all the fragments of his internal organs, and his body flew forward. The horse's head was thrown out, and it rolled over in the snow with a thud. It was trampled by the horse's feet again, and there was no sound anymore.
Heiwa's body has long been accustomed to the fight between life and death, just like drinking water and eating.
Furthermore, whenever he enters the killing state, he becomes so cold-blooded that even he is very surprised.
Is this the same person who was influenced by Confucian culture and modern civilization?
