Under the panic of the Northern Dynasties, most of them were able to quickly get on their horses and prepare to meet the attack with limited cover. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When the Hu people standing on the periphery saw the attacker's face clearly, the short spear thrown by the young man at the front of the horse had penetrated his chest in an instant, and their bows and arrows looked weak in front of that person, and occasionally one or two of them approached him, and they were also gently dropped by the silver spear.

When he threw the last short spear in his hand, the horse's hooves leaped into the camp of the Northern Dynasties. The overturned pyre of iron pots burst into flames, the gray tents of the camp were brought by the galloping horses, weapons collided violently, and blood splattered. The little king of Yama held a knife in both hands, cut off the spear with his left hand, and cut off the enemy's head with a wave of his right hand, and made a whistle in his mouth, reminding Xiao Yanran beside him that at the back of the camp, there were several Hu people who were protecting the two people who were preparing to escape, it was Ye Lihe and Gan Ming.

Xiao Yanran neatly killed the Hu people in front of him, signaled the cavalry around him to rush over to intercept them, Ye Li fit a long whip thrown out, and dragged a war horse to the ground, and the knight who fell off the horse rolled on the spot and was covered by his colleagues who rushed forward. The long whip flew up and down, like a spiritual snake and a giant python, and two or three people could not get close to the wild body. Na Gan Ming is not a fuel-efficient lamp, a tiger head knife, and there are already two cold mountain knights in battle armor soaked in red. Xiao Yanran rode his horse into the battle circle, intercepted the knife that was slashing at his comrades, and drank: "Leave it to me, go and help Lao Jin." And the two men drew the reins and went into the circle that besieged Yelihe.

"Second Master Gan, long time no see," Xiao Yanran gritted her teeth and smiled.

Gan Ming saw the person coming clearly, and snorted contemptuously: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

The silver spear and poisonous snake spit out the letter and devoured Gan Ming mercilessly.

With an understatement of the tiger head knife, it slashed at the barrel of the gun, which shook Xiao Yanran's wrist and almost couldn't hold the spear.

"You want to kill me too? Xiao Yuan, don't forget, who taught you martial arts! ”

Xiao Yanran shook the gun, and the muffled sound was pierced, Gan Ming did not dodge, and the tiger head knife attacked all the way, but forced Xiao Yanran to retreat again and again.

"That's not going to work? Hand up! What to hide! The back of the knife slapped him on the cheek, and he leaned and fell to the ground.

"Hey, I've died twelve times today," the young man watching the battle happily ran over to lead the horse that had lost its owner, and laughed at the young man with a blue nose and swollen face on the ground. He had a straight nose and angular features, and he was an extremely handsome young man with obvious feudal blood.

The young man got up with his gun, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and limped to grab the reins in his hand: "Come again!" ”

"Alright, Yan Ran," the young man patted him on the head, "It's almost time for dinner, I'm still patrolling at night, you want to starve me to death!" ”

"It was he who said to win him, and let me lead the team in the next sneak attack."

The young man was stunned for a moment and laughed: "You believe him? I'm the only one left to do the work. ”

The sword-wielding knight raised his eyebrows and smiled defiantly: "Can't you even be left, come and compare?" ”

"No, don't come," the young man grabbed the young Xiao Yanran's collar and threw it on the horse, and jumped on the horse's back himself, "Second Master Gan, the roast chicken I gambled on last time hasn't seen a shadow yet." ”

"I'll go to the city wall of Qingjian City tomorrow to brush it, Liulang, and the rice bucket," Gan Ming said slowly.

Zhi Keheng shouted: "I haven't eaten much yet. ”

"I'm growing up."

"You're almost above the walls! Don't be long! Not enough noodles! ”

The eagle flies in September.

A team of war horses galloped to Dashapo.

"Report, I didn't see the brother who answered."

"Gan Ming will not make such a mistake," Zhi Keheng's face was solemn, the pursuers of the Western Dynasty bit very tightly, and the war horses were tired, if there were no friendly troops to respond, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I'll take a look," Xiao Yanran grabbed the horse and was about to go up the slope, when suddenly the spy in front of her shouted: "Not good! There is an ambush! ”

Countless banners of the Western Dynasties emerged from behind the slope, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Retreat!"

It's just that where else can you retreat? There are pursuers in the back, and there is an ambush in front, and it is already a Jedi.

A bloody battle.

Zhi Keheng stood at the top of the slope with the flag, and the people who were still alive silently retreated to his side. The people of the Western Dynasty did not seem to expect that this small group of enemy troops could inflict such heavy casualties on their own side, and no one dared to attack rashly.

"How many arrows are there?"

"Six."

Zhi Keheng squinted at the Western Dynasty army down the slope, "Can you see which one is the leader?" ”

Xiao Yanran rubbed his left wrist, which was injured by a broken bowstring, and hummed: "There must be a general within five arrows." ”

"Waste," Zhi Keheng threw his bow to Xiao Yanran, and handed over another feather arrow, "Is your hand okay?" ”

"It's okay."

Zhi Keheng untied the cowhide bracer on his left hand that had been stained red with blood, tied it to Xiao Yanran, and said with a smile: "Let's get another big one." He put the remaining five feather arrows in the quiver in front of Xiao Yanran's saddle, and said in a low voice: "Tell Commander Liang to retreat westward quickly!" ”

"If you want to go, you go!"

Zhi Keheng pointed to his left arm, which he couldn't lift anymore: "I'm going to fart, you're the only one who has the ability to rush out here." ”

"I found Gan Ming and immediately brought the troops back, you hold on."

"What are you going to do when you come back, see you at the Martyrs' Shrine. Brethren, prepare. ”

The warriors understood, and they all looked for broken arrows, drew their bows and shot them in front of the Western Dynasty army.

When the people of the Western Dynasty saw that all the arrows were severed, they were overjoyed, and hurriedly held them in front of the leader: "The arrows of the southerners are finished, and they only use these broken arrows to bluff people." ”

Before the leader could rejoice, an arrow burst through the air and pierced into his forehead.

As the corpse rolled off the horse, the people of the Western Dynasty suddenly became a mess.

"Yan Ran, let's go!"

The roar of the Hanshan Army was mixed with the sound of killing, and shouted loudly behind Xiao Yanran's galloping figure: "See you at the Martyrs' Shrine!" ”

Zhi Keheng raised his long knife and faced the Xixia people who rushed up, and his smiling voice pierced through the heavy dark clouds.

"Yan Ran, come later!"