A feather arrow sprang out from the billowing sand mist and shot straight at Li Yushan.
Li Yushan did not dodge, and slashed the arrow with the sword in his hand.
With a clang, the arrow collided heavily with the blade, and was immediately chopped into two pieces and flew to the ground.
The cold arrow light flickered in the loess.
The sand and fog cleared, and a group of cavalry with fat horses and strong men appeared.
The leader had deep features, light brown pupils with ferocious eyes, his long hair turned into a whip, and his braid was tied with a golden ring. He held a cold, snow-white sword in his hand, and he swung it around. The iron ring clanked.
"Turks, Turks, run quickly, the Turks are coming." Someone among the horse thieves exclaimed, turned the horse's head, and ran away.
Before he could run two steps away, an arrow shot through the air and hit the man's back. The man fell off his horse and fell into the loess.
This group of Turks numbered about a hundred, and the escort team plus horse thieves only numbered dozens of people, not to mention they were not as powerful and brave as the Turks.
The situation of the battle suddenly turned into a one-sided killing.
In the yellow sand, blood splashed everywhere, heads flew around, and screams and cries could not be heard.
This place is close to the border of Ganzhou. There are many more garrison troops coming and going from the Fengsui Station on the road than the border of Suzhou. It is safest to turn around and retreat to Ganzhou.
Li Yushan did not intend to fight to the end, but instead greeted the escorts, took the horse team and baggage, fought and walked, and retreated towards Ganzhou.
The horse thieves were also confused and chased the escort team, desperately retreating eastward.
Han Changmu tightened his grip on the reins and urged his horse to gallop, but he took Yao Yao with him and fled to the west.
The sound of wind whizzed past his ears, and he kept swinging his sword to kill the Turks who were chasing him.
He turned his head slightly and saw a cluster of blood splattered on Yao Yao's face. Her expression did not even change. He said calmly: "Take advantage of the chaos, leave the escort team and go to Suzhou."
Yao Yao turned around and saw that the escort team and the horse thieves had been scattered by the Turks. They were mixed together and it was impossible to tell who was who.
Sure enough, it was a good time to run away.
She raised her whip heavily, lashed it in the air, and whispered: "Okay."
Seeing the two of them getting further and further away from the escort team, a long knife was struck from an angle.
There was a sharp ding sound, and the long knife was pushed away by Han Changmu's long sword. When he turned around, he saw a dozen Turks chasing after him. He took off the long bow on his back and fired an arrow with his backhand.
The arrow flew into the air, penetrated the Turkic man at the front, and fell to the ground.
The midday sun shines brightly on this deserted wilderness.
The two men galloped on horseback, with thick soil mist and yellow sand rising up behind them. Gradually they could not see clearly where the escort team was. Only the dozen or so Turks were clinging to them.
Han Changmu bent his bow and shot an arrow, and the arrow shot through the air. When he touched it again with his backhand, he found that the quiver was empty.
In this gap, a Turk caught up with him, his face full of sternness, his sword shining coldly, and he quickly slashed at Han Changmu.
The moment the knife fell, Han Changmu hurriedly lowered his body and lay on the horse, and the knife slashed against Han Changmu's face.
The Turk was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly retracted the knife in his hand, turned the direction, and slashed at Han Changmu's legs.
Yao Yao had just fended off a Turk who was chasing after him. A faint sound of wind passed by her ears. Her eyes froze and she saw the cold light on the sword that was slashing at Han Changmu.
She flicked her wrist, and a thin, transparent thread quickly wrapped around the blade, and pulled hard outward.
The long knife went out a few inches, grazing the hem of Han Changmu's clothes.
The Turks did not expect such a turn of events. When they saw the frail Han girl, their eyes turned cold, and they sneered and pulled the long knife hard.
Although Yao Yao's strength was not small, it was still nothing compared to the Turks. He was instantly pulled off his horse.
She flicked her wrist, retracted the shadowless silk, put her wrist on the ground, hooked her legs tightly in the stirrups, held the sword with one hand, and stabbed the belly of the horse under the Turk's crotch.
The sword entered the horse's belly and was quickly pulled out with a stream of blood.
The horse neighed in pain, raised its hooves high, and stepped towards Yao Yao.
But the Turks were furious, holding the reins tightly, shaking the long knife in their hands, and slashed at Yao Yao's neck.
Yao Yao let go of his legs and fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, dodged the horse's hoof and the long knife, and then the long sword slashed diagonally across the horse's hoof that had just landed.
The horse couldn't stand any longer and knelt heavily with its front hooves. The Turk fell off the horse.
He didn't expect that he would be forced into such a situation by a little girl. He was humiliated and furious, which aroused his bloodthirsty killing heart. He stretched out his hand to stop other Turks who wanted to come over to help, and muttered a foreign language.
The Turks turned around and surrounded Han Changmu.
The Turkic man smiled coldly, raised his knife towards Yao Yao and struck him.
Before the sword fell, the Turkic man's body swayed. He lowered his head and saw a sharp sword tip protruding from his chest.
All this happened very quickly. Yao Yao used the shadowless silk to stop the Turkic knife, and Han Changmu was able to escape unscathed.
He turned around and saw Yao Yao in danger again. He was already in danger, and he chopped open several Turkic people one after another. When he rushed his horse, his indigo beard was stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was embedded in the Turkic people's backs. Then pick it up.
The Turks were sent flying.
Yao Yao smiled gratefully, got on his horse, and once again urged the bay-red horse to run wildly.
The wind kept blowing on my face like a sharp knife, the yellow sand and dust were flying, and my clothes were rustling.
There was the sound of an arrow piercing the air.
Han Changmu looked back and saw less than ten Turks urging their horses, bending their bows and shooting arrows.
In her peripheral vision, an arrow flew past Yao Yao's ear, and she suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
The sword has no eyes, but it always has to hide, but there are too many bows and arrows, and it is impossible to hide.
Han Changmu and the two men lowered their bodies and lay on the back of the horse. While urging the horse to run wildly, they used their long swords to deflect the arrows with their backhand.
The bay-red horse under Yao Yao suddenly neighed in the sky, its hoofs raised high, almost knocking her off.
She turned around and saw an arrow piercing the horse's belly, and blood flowed out.
Not daring to relax at all, she pulled out the arrow and urged the horse to gallop again.
The bay-red horse endured the pain and ran wildly for a few steps. The feather arrow at the back opened its head, as if it had found a place to vent its anger, and kept hitting the horse's belly.
The bay-red horse whined and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.
The Turks behind them urged their horses to gallop over.
Han Changmu had already turned his horse's head, galloped to Yao Yao's side, leaned forward and stretched out his arms.
Yao Yao grabbed Han Changmu's hand, flew onto the horse, but turned around on the horse, with his back to Han Changmu, the long sword and the shadowless silk came out at the same time, and rolled away the incoming arrows.
When Han Changmu heard the noise, he turned around and saw Yao Yao's full head of black hair, and was subconsciously startled.
Yao Yao took a breath and said calmly: "Young master, just run forward and leave the rest to me."
Han Changmu didn't know how long it had been, let alone how many Turks Yao Yao had injured. He only knew that the sound of horse hooves behind him gradually disappeared, and there was no more sound of arrows piercing the air.
He slowly slowed down and shouted softly: "Yao Yao."
Hearing that there was no movement behind him, and the person leaning on his back was breathing heavily, he reached out and touched the wet water on his hands.
He was shocked and thought he touched his hands full of blood, but when he looked carefully, he saw that it was sweat. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and shouted again in a quick voice: "Yao Yao."
Still no one responded to him, and he suddenly became frightened. He hurriedly hissed, reined up his horse, and wanted to dismount, but the person behind him was leaning against him, and he did not dare to move, so he had to shout again: "Yao Yao." "
"Why did you stop?" Yao Yao finally responded, but his voice was weak: "Why didn't you run away?"
Han Changmu tried his best to calmly say: "How are you? Are you injured?"
Yao Yao's whole body was soaked with sweat and he chuckled: "No, I'm just too tired. I need to rest for a while."
Han Changmu felt relieved and said calmly: "That's good, let's walk slower."
Yao Yao said weakly: "Okay, where shall we go?"
Han Changmu looked into the distance and said attentively: "Heiquan Station is ahead of us. We'd better walk faster and get there before dark."
Yao Yao made a low noise and then stopped moving, as if he was really tired and fell asleep.
Han Changmu urged the horse to run for a few steps. He felt that the person behind him was swaying and his seat was not very stable. He thought about it, took out a piece of hemp rope, took it from Yao Yao's waist, and tied her and himself together. When he reached a certain place, he was able to urge his horse to move forward with confidence.
After walking for half a day, the mountain scenery gradually became more and more desolate. There was no longer any greenery, and all the eyes could see were withered and yellow.
The dry air was filled with loess and gravel, and even breathing made a tingling sound.
The sky gradually became gloomy, gray clouds blocked the sunlight, and the strong wind was mixed with a moist breath.
Fearing that it was going to rain, Han Changmu's heart sank, and he did not dare to relax for a moment and urged his horses wildly.
There were several muffled thunders in the sky, and before the sky was completely gloomy, heavy raindrops fell unexpectedly.
The pouring rain came quickly and coldly, and the two of them were soaked to the skin in an instant.
Yao Yao groaned, woke up, touched his wet clothes, and said with a low smile: "I'm covered in stinky sweat. With the rain, I don't have to take a shower."
The loess was soaked in rain and became soft and sticky. The horses' hooves stepped on it, creating a puddle and splashing turbid water.
Rain dripped from his forehead, almost blinding Han Changmu's eyes. Hearing Yao Yao's words, he also smiled: "Isn't that right? I even washed my clothes by the way."
Yao Yao remembered that there was an oilcloth umbrella made by her in her bag, and leaned forward, but the man behind him swayed, and the man's embarrassed voice came from the sound of rain: "Don't move, take me down quickly. "
Only then did she realize something was wrong. When she lowered her head, she realized that she and Han Changmu were tied together. He was afraid that she would fall. This man was not so callous.
She felt warm in her heart and smiled: "Master, please let me go. I'll get something."
Han Changmu calmed down for a while and said, "What do you want to take?"
Yao Yao said: "Take an umbrella."
