Chang Siguo watched the irritable old man pass by him. He did not stop him. He only hesitated slightly and said to Qi Quan, who was yelling impatiently, "Brother Qi, please help me take care of Mr. Liu's safety. I will go and help Brother Wan." He wishes to return as soon as possible."
Qi Quan was overjoyed and shouted, "Brother Chang, don't worry, I will definitely protect Mr. Liu."
You Chang thought it would be safer to take action than joining forces with Lao Wan.
At this moment, it was impossible for him to abandon Captain Cha to help the stubborn Lao Wan. Originally, he wanted to ask Chang Siguo to take action, but he was embarrassed to ask this question. After all, the two of them were not familiar with each other.
Chang Siguo added some use of the dust-repelling step at his feet, striding on the snow like flying, reaching out with his right hand, taking a bamboo arrow from the arrow pot behind his back, stringing it up, infusing his true energy, bending the bow and shooting at the brown-clad man who fell behind. The Beirong cultivator of the coat.
The situation was urgent. It would be better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure ten of them. Let's help Lao Wan deal with a softer persimmon first.
The cultivator heard the whistle of the arrow and hurriedly changed his direction and dodged to the side. Just as he dodged it, another sharp arrow shot at him.
The brown-coated cultivator did not dare to catch the arrow head-on, and he could tell by the sound that it was powerful.
He was forced to dodge in a hurry, and his forward speed was hindered.
One after another, the irritable old man spread his big feet and caught the man before he jumped from the pit onto the overhanging slope. He grinned with a ferocious grin on his face, and his beard stood on end like needles. .
The cultivator in the gray coat who ran in front turned a deaf ear to the calls from behind. He was probably still grateful to be able to outrun his companions, let alone turn around to grab his brother and head towards the direction where the rumble of hoofbeats could be heard from the north down the slope.
"Tong, you damn thing are refusing to save me. If I can escape, I will never break up with you."
The man who was left behind cursed loudly and fled to the southeast instead.
The irritable old man jumped into the pit, stepped on the remaining mud, and chased after him. He cursed, "If you die, you will die, you are talking nonsense, you are a coward." He couldn't bear to hear it.
When the man in brown coat shot an arrow from an inclined plane and his speed was interrupted, he jumped forward and struck fiercely with his sword.
The man in the brown coat had no choice but to hold up his knife to resist, and kept angrily cursing, "It's none of your business."
"Clang", the swords and lights collided, and they were evenly matched.
The two of them each took two steps back. Unable to control their strength, they stepped on large pieces of mud and rocks that cracked and fell into the depths. Several screams of "Oops" came from the darkness below, and then there was no sound.
Chang Siguo didn't jump into the trap to pursue him. He raised his hand and shot an arrow into the chest of the staggering brown-coated man.
The man couldn't breathe, so he could only fight hard. The sword he waved was about to collide with the arrow. Chang Siguo silently uttered the word "explode" on his lips, and the red light on the arrow flashed fiercely, and then he heard " Bang! There was an explosion.
Countless bamboo fragments were shot at the unprepared brown-coated man like needles.
Within fifteen feet, his newly learned explosive arrow was successfully shot.
The man in the brown coat blocked the high-speed rotating arrow, but was shot all over by a bamboo arrow that exploded nearby.
There were thin bamboo sticks stuck on his face, hands, belly and other places. Even his left eyelid, which had been closed for a moment in crisis, had a bamboo stick stuck in it. He almost blinded one of his eyes and looked extremely miserable.
Although these minor flesh injuries were not fatal, they caused a huge psychological shadow on the brown-coated man and made him unable to move. The bamboo sticks penetrated his flesh, causing pain every time he moved.
The grumpy old Wan was also startled by the exploding arrow, and then used his sleeve to brush away the bamboo sticks that were shot at him randomly.
He was two feet away, and these bamboo sticks that had lost their power could not even pierce clothes. He laughed, stepped lightly, and slashed at the opponent with the bamboo sticks on his body like a hedgehog again. The sword light flowed, and he used all his strength to strike. go.
It doesn't give the opponent time to use his true energy to squeeze out the bamboo sticks stuck on the skin of the body.
One is brave and diligent, while the other is timid and has a clear distinction between superior and inferior.
Chang Siguo bluffed and pulled the open string. The frightened man in brown coat who was trying to resist hurriedly moved to the side. His calf was cut and his movement became even more inconvenient. The man was so angry that he yelled, "If you have the ability to fight with me alone, two people can't." Hit one and it will count as your mother’s incompetence.”
"How can I be happy just to bully you? Haha, if you have the ability, you should also call your fucking accomplice here."
The irascible old man Wan's sword was as tight as a knife, and he was killing people heartily, and he was even more unforgiving.
Chang Siguo refused to listen to the obscene words exchanged between the two men and turned his head to look down the northern slope.
About a mile away, a black mass of cavalry approached. He saw the man in the gray coat running away. He waved his arms and shouted something loudly to greet him. He also turned back and pointed up the slope.
Two cultivators rushed out from among the cavalry. When they approached the gray-coated man, they suddenly swung their swords left and right to kill him.
Seeing such a strange and unexpected scene, Chang Siguao couldn't help but open his eyes wide.
What's going on? Is it internal strife?
The cavalry rolled and arrows were fired. In just a few rounds, the man in the gray coat who tried desperately to resist was killed on the spot, crushed until only pieces of flesh were left on the ground.
Taking a closer look with the help of the light, it was clear that they were Beirong cavalry, all with big pancake faces, high nose bridges, and fur coats, not Nanping ambush soldiers.
Chang thought about it and couldn't understand why the cavalry who came to help killed the cultivators guarding Bailangpo instead.
At this moment, there was no time to think too much. When he looked back, Lao Wan had turned a small victory into a big one and killed his opponent with one strike.
"Brother Wan, hurry up and the Beirong cavalry are coming to kill you."
Chang Siguo shouted and ran towards the south of Xuanpo.
If Lao Wan still insists on going north, that's up to him. Gods can't hold back damn ghosts.
"Thanks brother."
Feeling the vibration of the mud pit under his feet, the grumpy old man grabbed the body that fell into the depths. Without coveting the weapon that fell below, he spread his legs and stepped on the mud and stone protrusions. He jumped and ran wildly, counting his breaths before rushing Arriving at the southern end of the pit, we arrived almost at the same time as Chang Siguo.
He had a bad temper, but he wasn't stupid enough to risk his own life.
The two of them glanced at each other and saw that they did not see their own cavalry down the south slope. Only messy hoof prints circled in a circle and went from southeast to east. They were very different from the prints due south when they came.
Lao Wan took off the waistband from the corpse, threw away the burden, and shouted, "Brother, let's go."
The two of them ran side by side, almost without touching the ground. Behind them were the Beirong cavalry that rumbled around from the east and west sides of Bailangpo.
Following the horse's hoof prints, the two caught up with the remaining soldiers of the entire group who were parked on the snow seven or eight miles away.
There are more than twenty heavily armored cavalry that are not as good as the disarmed ones, which slows down the speed. In addition, there are three hundred snowshoes dragged behind the war horses. It is in vain to continue running. Only by abandoning the injured soldiers, heavy cavalry, and all the snowshoes can we achieve light cavalry. Scattered for their lives.
Chang Siguo quickly returned to the team and found Liu Zhirou who was protected by Qi Quan and heavy armored cavalry.
He found that there was no trace of fear on Liu Zhirou's face, and there was no trace of the nervousness on Qi Quan's face when he was at a disadvantage. He immediately knew what was going on. He said hello to the smiling Liu Zhirou, jumped on an empty war horse, and Qi Quan smiled and bowed. He cupped his hands, lightly knocked on the horse's belly and moved forward.
Under the shouts and orders of Captain Che and others, the team of less than 500 riders formed a desperate square formation.
All the snow boats were grouped in twos and placed diagonally on the east and west sides of the team, acting as obstacles to protect the weak wings.
Looking from a distance in the dark night, I don’t know what is standing there
After another half a word, the Beirong cavalry who were in hot pursuit finally caught up.
He stopped about 300 feet away, adjusted his formation for a while, and without sending any cavalry to test and investigate, he waved his sword and screamed "Yo yo", and couldn't wait to launch an attack at full speed against the slightly weak cavalry phalanx in front. .
Thousands of cavalry charge into the formation, which is particularly heavy and desolate on this snowy night with dim skylight.
Wherever it passed, snow and fog rolled up all over the sky. ,,,
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