Shaking his head slightly, Chang Siguo walked forward as if nothing had happened and picked up the hunting bow and quiver arrows that the enemy rider had dropped on the ground.
He also quickly collected the money carried by several corpses, as well as useful dry food, leather bottles and other items.
He was extremely proficient in touching corpses to collect trophies. Hei Wa had a habit that was engraved in his bones. Unfortunately, he could no longer take the leather armor, waist brand weapons, and several war horses. He no longer needed to exchange these things for credit and wine and meat.
After finishing the binding, he pulled out his heavy knife and cut a five-foot gap in the arm-thick fence blocking his way. He ducked in and jumped toward the snow-covered ditch below. "Boom", he landed more than two feet. Deep ditch bottom.
He quickly ran through the five-foot-wide trench through the snow, and used a heavy knife to easily poke out several mud holes for footing on the frozen mud wall. Using his hands and feet, he turned over and climbed up the trench, running into the night without looking back. go.
After running for more than ten steps, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, swung his knife, and slashed the cotton robe on his left shoulder.
After cutting off the mark that Ke Fan had left on his shoulder, he would no longer be able to engage in intrigues with the first body refiner he came into contact with.
Pieces of cotton cloth flew into the cold air, and a few strands of cotton wool swirled away in the wind.
A line of footsteps with huge distances stretched alone in the snow to the south. Behind them were sounds of killing, flames and screams, making it look like a scene from hell on earth.
The dark gray sky was filled with fish-belly white light, and the strong wind that had been blowing all night also stopped.
Chang Siguo ran out of the military camp and farmland for more than ten miles.
The sky was bright, and there were sparse bushes about two or three feet high in front of his field of vision. They were piled up with thick snow and turned into the color of ice and snow. They glowed with the blue of the sky in the morning light. In another thirty or forty miles, he would run out of the wasteland and enter a place where he could Hiding in the hilly mountains.
Stopped and looked back.
"Boom", the familiar sound of bowstrings resounded in the empty and cold morning wind.
Someone is attacking!
Chang Siguo casually took a step to the left, and at the same time took off the hunting bow in the bow pouch at his waist.
There was a trace of indifference and sarcasm on the corner of his mouth. He could tell from the sound of the bowstring that they were two almost overlapping sounds. It was two people who sneaked up on him. They were very cunning and deliberately fired arrows at the same time to confuse his judgment. The timing was just right. When he relaxed, The moment he looked back, a seasoned soldier might have been fooled and killed with one insidious arrow.
"Whoosh", "whoosh", two arrows crossed from his side, raked diagonally and shot into the air.
Chang Siguo released the handle of the knife he was holding on with his right hand. Chang Siguo took the arrow from the quiver behind him with his backhand. He twisted slightly and shot the arrow at a snow-covered bush thirty steps to the right. The whole movement was done in one go, almost as if he had just dodged. After a sneak attack, his counterattack will come immediately.
Within ten feet, he could use his hearing that was more sensitive than ordinary people and his combat instincts honed through long-term life-and-death fights to determine where the attack would start. Not to mention that there was still trembling and flying snow in front of the bush. pink.
With such an obvious flaw, is there any need to hesitate?
"Bang", the bushes covered with ice and snow exploded, and snow powder rose into the sky.
There was a scream, and a figure in a white robe rolled backwards with a sharp arrow stuck in his chest.
Dots of scarlet sprinkled on the snow, like blooming plum petals, dazzling and charming in the morning light.
"Barbarian is powerful, let's deal with him together."
With a sharp roar, nine white figures flashed out of other bushes.
Some were squatting under the cover of bushes, some were standing up, or some were running, forming a semi-fan shape and engaging in fierce exchanges with Chang Siguo, who was holding an arrow in his hand. In the cold morning wind, the sound of bowstrings sounded continuously, and occasionally there were one or two screams. , and the dull thud of the body flying into the snow.
Chang Siguo kept moving left and right, running irregularly sideways and backwards, increasing the distance between him and the enemy on the opposite side.
Occasionally, he twisted his body to dodge the flying arrows.
His arrows never miss a beat, and each arrow is incredibly powerful. It can penetrate the enemy's leather armor and kill them all.
By the time the Beirong warriors who were chasing from the opposite side realized something was wrong, only four of them were left.
"It's a sharpshooter! Get out!"
Encountering a sharpshooter on the battlefield is a nightmare-like terrifying existence, and its lethality is more terrifying than that of an ordinary body refiner.
Someone let out a desperate scream, turned around and fled south in a hurry.
The other three people fought back and retreated as low as possible.
Chang Siguo, on the other hand, took arrows and shot them at his own pace. He moved his feet in a zigzag pattern and chased forward. His whole body was exuding an icy aura and he was methodically reaping the lives of his enemies without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Just when he was about to retrieve the arrow and find the last one, who was also the first to escape, he saw that man drawing his bow towards the sky.
Call for reinforcements? Chang Siguo narrowed his eyes slightly and shot the arrow as fast as possible.
When it hit the back of the man's heart, there was a scream and a warning blast shot into the air.
Chang Siguo raised his head and glanced at the direction Mingdi was flying. Faced with a critical moment of life and death, the man subconsciously chose the southeast. Then, enemy reinforcements would come from the southeast, so he went southwest to avoid hitting him head-on.
With this analysis in mind, he quickened his pace and quickly collected the hunting bows used by the Beirong people. He also collected arrows from the enemy's quiver and added them to the quiver on his back until it was completely full.
As for other trophies, there is no need to waste time collecting them.
Not long after, Chang Siguo put eight Beirong hunting bows on his right arm. He ran towards the southwest while pulling the bow casually to test the strength of the hunting bow. His current strength required a strong bow with a larger number of stones to be used. Show the power of bows and arrows.
When he was in the warehouse, most of them were badou horn bows and only a few stone bows, none of which were suitable for his use.
The hunting bows used by Beirong soldiers were not of a unified standard. They were made according to personal strength. After pulling out five hunting bows and discarding them, he finally chose a two-stone strong bow and used it first.
He took out the one stone bow in the bow bag and threw it away, and inserted the two selected stone bows into the bow bag. The next three hunting bows were all ordinary goods, and he tested them one by one and discarded them.
I often think about my mistakes and stop thinking about them, and I focus on being on guard and running away.
He increased his speed to 80% and ran wildly on the snow, running faster than a horse. Only the deep footprints left behind betrayed his whereabouts. The young man was helpless about this. He had not yet mastered cultivation. If he could With Ke Fan's ability to walk on the snow without leaving a trace, the Beirong pursuers would be unable to find him.
There was almost no cover in the wasteland. After running about five miles, Chang Siguo encountered another group of Beirong soldiers hiding behind the bushes and attacking with bows and arrows. This time he did not waste time to fight back and heard the first sound of the bowstring. After hearing the sound, they decisively retreated to the north, relying on their speed advantage to circle around and get rid of the opponent's pursuit.
Two screams came from behind. Chang Siguo looked back and still pointed to the southeast. He ran more decisively toward the southwest.
Do the Beirong people deploy so many blocking and ambush troops in the south direction to completely cut off Sihuang City's request for help from the cities in the south? Otherwise, what's the explanation?
From this point of view, Sihuang City is also very dangerous. Beirong has a big plan.
Of course, these are nothing that Chang Si has ever thought about. He has no sense of belonging to Nanping and only wants to hide in the rolling mountains dozens of miles away as soon as possible to be completely safe.
Seven or eight miles away in the southeast, two teams of thirty or forty Beirong knights were galloping on the snow. They heard two more beeps coming from the wind, about a breath apart. The man in the lead, wearing a white robe, listened carefully and then turned around. He shouted: "Brother Mou, Junior Sister Zuo, there is only one barbarian master, I will intercept him first, and you can lead the others and come later."
"Brother Le, be careful."
"Senior brother, I will go with you so that I can take care of you."
"Okay, let's go."
Two figures jumped up from the running horses and landed lightly on the snow three feet away, leaving only a shallow snow pit. Then they ran at extremely fast speeds to the southwest in the direction of the beeping alarm. He rose and fell as much as five feet in a vertical leap, and disappeared shoulder to shoulder into the cold mist of the early morning.
"Chief Bian, please lead people to the first warning point to rescue the injured brothers and replenish the manpower at the warning point. Others, speed up and follow me to the next warning point. Let's go!"
"yes!"
The cavalry split into two, whipping up two gusts of wind, snow and mist, and went far away with a clatter.
