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Blood splashed on Saffron's hands again, like a hot rain of acid, stinging like a scorching pain. He subconsciously screamed and reached out to hug the black baboon to prevent him from falling off the saddle.

"The third one" roared bitterly in a gust of wind, slowing down the horse.

"I ...... Can't die...... Leave me alone. The black baboon's face turned pale, and he grabbed the stiff rope with one hand, and groped for the potion in his bosom with the other. A large amount of blood poured out of his left ribs, a slimy, saffron-covered palm.

The horses were still jolting and galloping, and the blood was gushing more and more. The saffron stared blankly in the direction where the arrow had come from, and saw only bushes of bushes that blended with the shadows. He knew that Gordon was there, and that it was his crossbow arrow

It turns out that the uncle is really a horse thief......

"How can it be a red hair?" Atay stood up and emerged from behind the bushes, looking at the saffron with a look of astonishment, who also saw the figure of the barbarian boy standing. The two met their eyes, and staggered away with the galloping horses.

Tricy quickly dragged Atai down.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and a second arrow shot down the horse thief behind him. A gust of wind slammed the reins, turned the horse's head, and tried to rush diagonally across the bushes.

A third arrow struck the black baboon. A gust of wind had to stop, and the sleeves of the robe were flung out and swept towards the arrows. With a "bang", although the crossbow arrow was rolled, the strong impact still tore through the sleeve of the shirt, and it flew crookedly to the side.

The fourth arrow was still shot at the black baboon, and a gust of wind could only give up the idea of counterattacking, and the horse followed the black baboon all the time, resisting the arrow for him, and did not dare to break away.

The fifth arrow immediately changed its target, and another horse thief fell off his horse. The horse thieves returned fire with their bows, and the rain of arrows was either blocked by the bushes or intercepted by Atay and Tracy.

With a "plop", the horse thief at the end of the team suddenly rolled to the ground, and a bloody hole was split in his waist. A dark shadow came out from under the horse's belly and turned over on the horse, which was Freckles.

Earlier, he climbed the city wall, then jumped down from the other side, and caught up with the horse thief with his family's secret skill "Hundred Steps Divine Technique".

The horse thief's attention was drawn away by Gordon, and he did not notice anything unusual. Freckles spurred his horse and tried to catch up with the front rider, but he didn't know how to ride and instead pulled the distance.

Gordon's sixth arrow killed another man, but provoked the fierceness of the horse thief. Many people swung their knives and turned, desperately trying to kill them.

As soon as the palm of his hand pressed the saddle, the freckles pounced in the air, kicked the horse thief in front of him, and landed on the horse's back at the same time, waving a dense hidden weapon with both hands. Several horse thieves screamed and fell, and the neighing of horses was incessant.

"There are enemies in the back" "It's that freckle" The horse thief hurriedly rode back to the defense, and there was a brief commotion. At this moment, a cloud of dust rose again from the city gate, and a hundred or so black eagle iron horsemen rushed out of the city gate and chased in the direction of the horse thief.

"Freckles have arrived, too. Ah Tai, you cooperate with him" Gordon glanced at the Black Hawk cavalry in the distance, buckled the seventh arrow, aimed at the horse thief, and led away.

Atai grabbed his mace, flipped on his horse, and rushed straight to the tail of the pack of horse thieves. Tricy jumped on her horse as well, clutching the stiff rope and ready to charge.

"Don't love to fight, let me go" A gust of wind whipped and roared, protecting the black baboon and continuing to run forward. A group of professional killers of unknown origin, coupled with the team of the Black Eagle tribe, the horse thieves have no chance of winning at all, not to mention that the black baboon is also seriously injured.

"Bang" Ah Tai swung his mace and smashed a horse thief and his horse into meat sauce. With a clamp between his legs, the steed turned deftly and leaped forward. Atai swept with a swing of his stick, and a horse thief was shot out. He leaned back, his horse falling backwards in pieces, and a scimitar whistling through the air.

Atai hooked the horse's belly on tiptoe, and the horse's hooves galloped, and he sprinted forward, and the sword-wielding horse thief hurriedly backed. With a dull clash, the scimitar twisted, the mace slammed down, and the thief's head shattered. In just a few seconds, Atai had killed three people in a row, and none of the horse thieves could withstand the thunderous onslaught.

Atai's body pressed down slightly, and the mount immediately slowed down and walked lightly.

Gordon's crossbow bolts followed Atay all the way, providing him with cover at all times. The barbarian boy's riding talent was amazingly good, sometimes biting the horse thief and rampage, sometimes shuttling back and forth, swaying like a dance. Man and horse are in harmony with each other, as if they are one.

A scorching flash of flames flickered, and a horse thief's neck was bleeding, and his head flew into the sky. Freckles' twin knives shook, turned like a bird in mid-air, and swept to Atai's side.

The horse thief gave up the fight and only urged the horse to flee, and the horsemen who were left behind were killed by Atai and Freckles. Seeing that the horse thief was running farther and farther away, out of range of the crossbow arrows, Gordon blew a whistle, and the two quickly returned.

"The red fur has been taken hostage, hurry up and save him," freckle shouted as she stepped onto her horse and frantically cried out.

"Hijacking? No, the red fur actively blended into the circle of horse thieves. I could see it very clearly, just now the black baboon was hit by an arrow, and the red fur still held him. Gordon put away the crossbow, watched the horse thief gradually disappear into the night, and calmly analyzed, "The red-haired hand is playing beautifully. The black baboon is almost a waste man, and the red fur deliberately saves him, not only to win the trust of the horse thief, but also to contain the opponent's manpower, and finally cooperate with the outside to help us complete the key blow of the assassination of a gust of wind. ”

Ah Tai scratched his braids in confusion: "Brother, are you talking about red hair?" How does it sound weird. ”

Freckles was stunned and kicked the horse's belly hard: "You perverted idiot, how can the red hair have so many flowery intestines?" He's a stupid guy with a brain in his head."

"What if—" Tricy hesitated, looked at everyone's expressions, and said in a slur "What if, what if Redfur betrayed us?" If he takes refuge in a horse thief......"

"Impossible," Freckles and Gordon said in unison, Freckles probably felt a little heavier, and smiled embarrassedly at Tracy.

"If the red fur takes refuge in the horse thief, he can lure us out first and let the horse thief set up an ambush." Gordon shook his head and said to Freckles, "There's no way he's going to be held hostage." Will you have a hostage sitting in front of you, or behind you that your eyes can't see? ”

Atai said: "Won't we know if we catch up?" ”

"Let the Black Hawk men go first, and we'll just follow behind." Gordon made a silent gesture, and the group pulled their horses and squatted. The sound of dense hooves came from far and near, and the Black Hawk Iron Horse galloped past, and a few people glanced in the direction of the bushes.

"They seem to be there for us." Atai said in a low voice.

"So what?" Freckles snorted, "They can only pursue the horse thieves, lest the horse thieves attack the women and children of the tribe to vent their anger." ”

"Black Hawk's women and children are not easy to mess with." Sinbad moved the monocular in his hand and saw that many of the tabernacles shook slightly, revealing gaps in which the metallic sheen of knives, swords, and bows reflected.

"Who's this little kid?" Freckles pouted.

"Sinbad, a very useful helper." Gordon replied, he got up and stepped on his horse, turning his head to look deeply at Crescent City, "Let's go, I believe it won't be long before the leopard will follow." ”