It turned out that the horse's fright was because it was attacked by a sharp weapon, which turned out to be a spear head, and the initiator was Yang Xianmao.

After a round of relaxation, Yang Xianmao fought with the soldiers again, trying to attack out, and when he switched to fighting with a spear gun, because of his extraordinary strength, he shook out the head of the spear gun alive, leaving the spear stick empty, and the spear head happened to fall on the horse, thus saving Dong Xian's life by mistake.

"Damn!" Ali gritted his teeth in anger and drew his three-pointed, two-edged knife, not expecting to take down his opponent so quickly. When he attacked again, Dong Xian had already held the tiger head crescent shovel to contend with it, and Ali had no attack advantage at this time.

And Yang Xianmao's side didn't know that what he had just done brought such a turning point to that incident, but when he saw that his spear head was gone, he couldn't help but complain: "Wow, it's not so bad! As a result, Yang Xianmao had to learn the stick method like a young monk.

"It's not a good idea to fight like this, I have to grab a horse and escape. Yang Xianmao observed the battle situation and made a small calculation in his heart.

Yang Xianmao's eyes locked on a white horse running over, picked up a spear with one foot, grabbed it, sprinted in the direction of the target with all his might, and picked the man off the horse.

And the owner of this white horse is Mo Ke, who had just run away from a fight with Li Hu, who was raging and slashing the soldiers of the Song Kingdom, but he didn't expect that a person from behind him would quickly rush to attack him, and as soon as he turned around, he was picked off the horse.

Mock, who fell, got up and spat on it, and rushed up without saying a word.

As soon as Yang Xianmao's spear came out, the whistling sound started, and he used the strength of his wrist to shake the spear, and the spear swung extremely fast, making people unable to figure out where the spear head was, and it would make people have an illusion, as if there were several spears attacking directly. Mock is also a veteran of military experience, and he is also comfortable in the face of such a situation, and the mace firmly blocks the direction of the spear's attack.

Mock showed a surprised expression, and thought to himself: It seems that I have underestimated this kid, and there are still a few brushes, so I have to deal with it carefully.

Yang Xianmao had already expected that the other party would be able to accept his moves, after all, how could it be easy to deal with if he could ride such a good white horse? And since he had taken a fancy to this white horse, he would not let go, because Yang Xianmao was also a person with strong martial arts. Then, the two of them went back and forth for more than a dozen rounds, but they still didn't win or lose.

had to fight quickly, Yang Xianmao exerted all his strength, the spear picked the ground, the stick body was bent by gravity, and Yang Xianmao then turned over and jumped, directly pulled out the spear and flipped behind Mo Ke, turned around and shot out the spear, three times in a row, directly defeated Mo Ke to the ground, spit blood, and then the head of the spear approached Mo Ke's throat and stopped his hand.

Mock didn't dare to move, for the spear was only a fraction of a snag from his throat.

"I only need this white horse, and your life is still left to yourself. Yang Xianmao spat out these words coldly, then put away his spear, stepped on the white horse, and walked away, leaving an unwilling Mok in place.

Yang Xianmao, who was riding a white horse, ran at a high speed, the head of the spear was pinned down to his right hand, and the soldiers who encountered the obstruction waved the spear mercilessly. As he was rushing forward, suddenly, he saw a white woman on the ground in front of him, but she was unconscious.

"Shall I take her with me? But if I take one more person, it will not be so convenient to act. Yang Xianmao's heart began to get entangled, and the war horse had already rushed to the front.

"Forget it, just let me abuse the good guy once. Yang Xianmao shook his head, reached out his hand, grabbed the woman in white, and lifted him onto the horse: "Why is it so light, no wonder it looks so haggard." He wrapped the woman's feeble hand around his neck, held it up with one hand, held the spear in the other, lifted up his robe, jumped on his horse, and carried the woman in white behind him.

Yang Xianmao had just ridden a horse and ran for a distance, but he stopped the horse's forward pace with a "whoosh", held the spear in his right hand, and held the left hand of the woman in white and couldn't help but tighten, "Why am I so unlucky, others are killing a trip to bite the gold halfway, but I killed a group." ”

In front, the oncoming Jin army heavy armored cavalry lined up to charge, that formation is really not to be underestimated, they each hold spears, every step with a powerful impact. Moreover, behind the heavy cavalry were infantry armed with broadswords and shields.

Seeing this, Yang Xianmao faintly felt a sense of fear in his heart, thinking that the hero would not suffer the loss in front of him, so he withdrew first. So, Yang Xianmao rode his horse and turned around, but he was stunned the moment he turned back.

When the Song army saw that the other party had sent heavy cavalry, they withdrew their soldiers and laid down an array of crossbowmen, with the front row being a divine arm bow and the rear row being a repeating crossbow.

At this moment, Yang Xianmao fell into a situation where he could not advance or retreat, if he went forward, his body would not be shot with thousands of holes, and he shuddered just thinking about it; if he retreated, would he be crushed to death by the heavy armored cavalry as a meatloaf.

The situation is getting more and more severe, and the heavy armored soldiers are about to charge over, but Yang Xianmao is in a cold sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans slide down from his forehead, and even the tip of his nose is in cold sweat.

"Damn, I'll get out today, sir, it's better than staying and waiting to die. Yang Xianmao roared angrily, waved his spear and rushed towards the crossbowmen of the Song army, while the heavy cavalry of the Jin army also charged forward after him.

The chief archer gave an order, "Release the arrows!", and in an instant, like ten thousand arrows in unison, the bows and crossbow arrows were scattered like raindrops.

The spear in Yang Xianmao's hand kept swinging, shooting down the bow and arrow that was shooting at him. However, the Divine Arm Bow is much larger than ordinary bows and arrows, with a range of more than 240 paces, extremely fast, and is known for its strength, which is specially used to deal with heavy armor soldiers. Therefore, Yang Xianmao chose to avoid it cleverly.

The heavy armored cavalry of the Jin army continued to advance and charge, and ordinary bows and arrows were shot down, but the armor of the heavy armored cavalry fell off after just hitting it, and it was lethal, and only those who were shot by the divine arm bow would be injured and shot down. The infantry behind the heavy cavalry all held shields to block, but the arrows rained down, and they couldn't prevent it, and they still fell a group of people.

The closer he gets, the more fierce the attack by the bow and arrows will be, Yang Xianmao is looking for survival in the rain of arrows, but he has to protect the woman in white on the one hand, after all, he is powerless, and he is hit by the bow of the divine arm and falls off the horse with the woman in white.

"Shhh

"Whoosh-" A few arrows fell, shooting next to Yang Xianmao, almost brushing him aside. Unable to care about his wounds, Yang Xianmao immediately grabbed his spear and got up to block the incoming bow and arrow.

Behind it, there were charging heavy cavalry again, but fortunately, the heavy armored cavalry had weakened a lot after the rain of arrows, and they were not so tightly formed.

Yang Xianmao took advantage of the gap in the space, and the woman in white dodged the heavy armored cavalry that rushed towards him, and he was able to dodge one, but it was difficult to avoid the second one, and he stubbornly withstood the impact of the heavy armored cavalry, retreated a few steps, and fell.

Seeing that he would be hit by the heavy cavalry again, Yang Xianmao was in a hurry, and stabbed the spear into the leg of the horse without armor, the horse was attacked, screamed in pain, and rolled directly to the ground, and the heavy cavalry immediately behind also stopped because of the sprint obstruction, and then the back did not have time to stop the horse, directly hit the cavalry in front, and then fell, and the formation was chaotic for a while, and it was self-defeating.

"Ahem—" And the woman in white, who had fallen several times, finally woke up and let out a faint coughing sound.

Yang Xianmao, who heard the cough, glanced back, and when she saw the woman in white waking up, she was overjoyed, and immediately leaned over and greeted: "You finally woke up, are you okay?"

The woman in white wanted to get up and sit, but because her body was too weak and she was about to fall down, Yang Xianmao, who was quick with her eyes, immediately reached out and helped the person up.

"Who are you?" asked the woman in white, looking at the strange man in front of her, suspiciously.

"Whoosh-" An arrow came from afar, about to shoot at the woman in white, Yang Xianmao hurriedly pulled the person, dragged him to his side, dodged the sharp arrow, the woman in white was unstable, fell into Yang Xianmao's arms, heard the other party's steady heartbeat, and couldn't help blushing, adding a touch of ruddy to her face that was blue and white due to weakness.

"This is not the place to talk, let's get out of here first. Yang Xianmao looked around, looking for a breakthrough.

"Hmm. The woman in white also knew that there was a lot of danger at this time, nodded slightly, expressed her agreement with Yang Xianmao's proposal, and was about to stand up, but Yang Xianmao took the first step to hold the person on her back, and the woman in white exclaimed.

Yang Xianmao turned around and smiled slightly, pursed his lips, and said helplessly: "You are too weak now, it is better for me to carry you, otherwise it will be difficult to escape." ”

The woman in white was silent, did not say anything to express her approval or not, and lay down firmly on Yang Xianmao's sturdy back.

Yang Xianmao saw that the woman in white didn't speak, so he picked up the spear and said as he walked: "Since you don't speak, then I'll take you by default." ”

When the Song and Jin armies saw that the heavy cavalry and the crossbowmen were almost in battle, they once again launched a charge, and the infantry rushed forward one after another, and the battle was very fierce.

After Yang Xianmao picked a dozen people, he snatched a war horse, rode away with a whip, and directly knocked down the soldiers who were blocking in front.

At a glance, Mock saw the two men who were fleeing on horseback, and quickly bent his bow and arrow, and shot the bow and arrow with great force, shooting straight into the eye of the warhorse.

The war horse fell to the ground due to excessive pain from eye injury, and tears flowed from the other big black eye, and the horse's mouth was panting and whimpering, shaking its head and struggling in pain.

Yang Xianmao and the others fell to the ground and suffered a lot of pain, and the woman in white was even worse, her already weak body spit blood after this fall. But fortunately, there are a little fewer soldiers here, and they are all concentrated in the front, and they will not attack for a while.

The first thing Yang Xianmao did when she stood up was to help the woman in white up, grabbed her sleeve and wiped the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth for her, and asked in a panic, "How do you feel?"

"Ahem—it's okay, I'...... I'll be fine, we'll ...... Let's go. The woman in white braced herself up, trying to stand up.

"Don't be reckless, you're so weak that you can't stand up. Yang Xianmao dissatisfiedly exposed her lie and pressed her back to sit down.

"But we have to get out of here. The woman in white retorted.

"Yes, we have to leave, but not now, I'm afraid you won't see the sun tomorrow if you toss a few more times. Yang Xianmao resolutely disagreed with the words of the woman in white.