Wait a minute!

Lan Zhou!

Xue Yongyi suddenly came back to his senses. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This fight was unexpected by her, in case Lan Zhou accidentally lost her life, then she was not destined to be trapped in this virtual world created by herself, and she would never go back!

Lan Zhou must not die!

Thinking like this, she took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and showed a weak smile towards Chu Yuning, "Sister Chu, I'm a little unwell. ”

Zhu Youxu looked at her hesitantly, obviously she was fine, how could she say that she was uncomfortable?

However, looking at Xue Yongyi's pale face as paper, and his body trembling in the cold wind, it didn't look like he was disguised.

"Then I'll help you get off the horse and find a place to rest?"

"Okay, I'm tired of my sister." Xue Yongyi smiled at Chu Yuning.

"Drop!" At this moment, the system in his brain suddenly let out a sharp alarm sound.

"Lan Zhou was stabbed in the heart by a cold arrow, and his life was in danger." The mechanical voice in his head said word by word without a trace of emotion.

"Buzz!" Xue Yongyi only felt a bang in her head, she was blown up by something, and her eyes were dark, if it weren't for Chu Yuning's quick hand to hold her hands tightly, she almost fell off the horse.

"Sister Xue!" Chu Yuning instead hugged Xue Yongyi's waist and hugged her off the horse.

"Why is it so sick and there is no doctor nearby, how is this good?"

The roar in her head continued, Xue Yongyi didn't hear what Yu Ning said clearly, she couldn't wait to open the screen, and saw an arrow stuck in Lan Zhou's chest, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, suddenly falling to the ground.

"Major General Lan!" A sergeant of the Northern Xinjiang Army beside him found Lan Zhou, who was hit by an arrow, and hurriedly stretched out a hand to hold him, when suddenly a sharp knife shining with cold light appeared from behind him, cutting off his head along his neck......

Immediately afterwards, the knife swung towards Lan Zhou, who fell to the ground unconscious.......

"Gross!" Xue Yongyi couldn't hold back any longer, pushed Chu Yuning away violently, squatted and vomited.

"But the ride is upside down?" Chu Yuning held her arm with one hand to prevent her from falling down, and gently patted her back with the other.

Xue Yongyi vomited while staring at the picture in his mind.

The knife was blocked by another Northern Xinjiang soldier, and at the same time, the Tartar who was riding a horse with a knife was climbed onto the horse from behind by a Northern Xinjiang soldier and slashed his neck.

Lan Zhou sat in the sea of corpses in the chaos of the army, holding the arrow in his chest with one hand, and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the other.

If this continues, it won't be long before he dies of heart hemorrhage!

She had to think of a way to save Lan Zhou immediately.

But how to save it?

During her medical studies, there has not been a single case of a patient with a ruptured heart being successfully extinguished in China.

Could it be that she just watched Lan Zhou die like this, and then stayed in this world and never went back?

No! There will be a way!

There must be a way!

Xue Yongyi called up the input box and entered the words in the box with his mind, "Lan Zhou's body is different from the structure of ordinary people, the position of the heart is two centimeters long, and the arrow of the matter did not hit the heart, but the chest. ”

"Drop! In the system settings, please wait. It seemed that he had waited for a century, and when he heard the long-lost dripping sound, Xue Yongyi almost cried with joy.

Outside Shanyin Pass, Lan Zhou was trying to suppress the fishy sweetness that kept overflowing from his throat.

He knew that the arrow had hit him in the heart, and it was becoming difficult to breathe, and he knew that if nothing else, he might soon be dead.

He had begged for death in every possible way, but now when it finally came, he was not as calm as he expected.

There was not even a trace of joy or joy in my heart.

This is the battlefield he has brought together, and every brother here who fights alongside him has their lives tied to him.

However, he, the main general, was about to abandon them and leave first, and he was a little afraid to imagine what would happen to these soldiers when he died, whether the iron hooves of the Tartars would trample on their corpses and break through the mountain passes, whether the people of the city would flee in a hurry, and what would happen to her?

Will you desperately take up arms and fight those Tartars like pebbles and stones, will you cry and blind your eyes?

"Can't die! At least not yet! He said to himself in his heart.

However, the bubbling blood flow in his chest clearly told him that the situation was not optimistic.

Poor blood flow directly leads to poor oxygen supply to the body.

His brain was already showing signs of hypoxia, and he felt like he was going to fall asleep soon, and this time it was unlike any before, and he might never wake up.

Unwilling!

It turned out that when death came, his heart was full of unwillingness.

Lan Zhou, all these years, you have really lived in vain. He despised himself in his heart.

At this moment, he clearly heard the sound of the bones in his body moving.

What happened?

He couldn't help but lower his head, and inadvertently, he opened his eyes like this.

The pain in his chest was still there, but the broken heart was somehow rejuvenated, beating vigorously in his physical strength.

This is...... Did you escape?

Or was the author merciful in giving him another life?

No matter which possibility it is, this time, he will definitely try to cherish it!

Pulling out the arrow in his chest with all his might, Lan Zhou tore off the hem of his clothes, blocked the place where the arrow was hit in three or two strokes, and threw himself into the fight again.

When he had drawn all the Tartars to the bottom of the tower, he blew the horn around his neck.

That was a signal to retreat.

When the Tartar heard this, his face became more and more excited.

It turned out that Dayi's soldiers were so vulnerable, and over the years, they had watched Shanyinguan keep them out of the Dayi Dynasty.

There is no reason!

This time, they must step their horses into this fabled land of abundant oil!

"Withdraw!" Lan Zhou gave an order to his accomplices.

Run to the slowly opening gate.

The Tartars on horseback were faster than him, and almost at the moment the gates were cracked a crack in them, they should have run inward.

"Brush, brush, brush! Brush Brush Brush! At this moment, above the city tower, a rain of arrows fell all over the sky like snowflakes flying in winter.

This arrow is different from ordinary arrows, the tip of the arrow is on fire, and it is aimed at the horse.

In the blink of an eye, the iron-clad Tartars suddenly discovered that their mounts had been shot into holes.

And the fire was not extinguished, but burned, and soon it became a sea of fire under the gates.

Chu Yuning and Xue Yongyi retreated to a place of about three hundred feet, and the two of them looked at the Tartars in disbelief, dragged by the crazy horses that were burned into fireballs and fled in all directions, and their necks didn't know what they touched, so they broke away from their bodies like a juju that had been abandoned, slipped and fell to the ground.

Outside Shanyin City, Lan Zhou waved his hand to command all the soldiers to stand in a specific position, and as he waved his hand to give a command, the land under the soldiers of Northern Xinjiang who were standing in four places suddenly fell, and almost in the blink of an eye, they fell underground, and then the vacant piece of land, as if growing out of thin air, became a flat land.

Those Tartars outside the city gates were clearly not so lucky.

They were pierced through the iron armor on their bodies and pierced through their chests by arrows and crossbows that flew out of the dark holes in the city tower, a hundred times more powerful than ordinary bows and arrows. (To be continued.) )