"Come on...... Come on, come again, Luobei San...... The lives of 30,000 people will be ruined and ruined by you! ”

With the addition of a short spear, Bu Ji's voice was not as calm as before, but Ma Yue listened to it in his ears as much as the roar of a tiger in the forest.

But Ma Yue was only stunned for a moment, looked back stiffly, unconsciously stretched out his tongue and shook Tian's dry lips due to nervousness, suddenly gritted his teeth and stepped forward in front of Bu Ji, and an axe slashed at Bu Ji's neck, and the big head fell to the ground with the blood spraying.

"I know...... You are right. Ma Yue frowned, his heart was very sour, and in an instant, he raised his head and roared towards the thief army galloping in all directions: "Lao Tzu is Liangzhou Ma Yue, little cubs are here!" ”

Suddenly, the carriage was bumpy, the horses were frightened, the chariot deviated from the official road, and the four horses were frightened and rushed down to the field, galloping with the chariot in the wheat field.

Hurriedly stabilized his body, and there was a shout of killing in his ears, Yan Xing actually hung out of the carriage on the left edge of the carriage at this time, holding a spear in his hand and grinning at Ma Yue with white teeth, and then stabbed over a Yellow Turban soldier who rushed on horseback, laughing wildly and shouting: "Bu Ji is dead!" Those who descend will not be killed! ”

Yan Xing's shout made Ma Yue almost laugh, damn, his chariot was galloping in the field, next to the car was nearly a hundred of their own cavalry who had torn off the yellow turban and the enemy cavalry were scuffling, and the good sons and daughters brought out of Luonan were fighting with the thief army, and the cavalry on both sides kept falling off their horses, and the infantry hurriedly rode the nearest horse and followed the chariot all the way away.

The shitty descender doesn't kill!

Suddenly, there was a shock in the carriage, and Ma Yue hurriedly grabbed the axe on the cart to stabilize his body, and saw that it was a man with a yellow turban jumping from the right side of the carriage from the horse to the edge of the carriage, and was holding a short knife with both hands on the edge of the carriage to climb over the chariot.

Ma Yue turned around abruptly and let go of the axe and didn't take anything, grabbed the back of the yellow turban man's neck with his big hand and pulled it outward, Ma Yue's arms were stretched two meters, and he dragged it away from the body and slammed it to the ground.

Yan Xing also turned into the chariot at this time, stabbing left and right with his spear and laughing wildly all the way: "Little cubs, come and chase Naiweng!" ”

A spear swept away a cavalry horse, Yan Xing suddenly turned back to Ma Yue and said, "Lord, let's run north!" ”

Ma Yue looked at it, turned back and saw that it was all cavalry, Xu Huang rushed left and right with a spear and suddenly led more than ten cavalry to escort the chariot left and right, and swept all the Yellow Turban cavalry close to the chariot under the horse, but the wheat field behind was full of enemies, and the wheat field undulated like a Lang tide surging towards the chariot.

Ma Yue hurriedly grabbed the reins tied to the chariot, led the horse to turn eastward, looked back and grabbed the reins on the chariot and shouted to Xu Huang: "Gongming, to the east!" ”

As soon as he drank like this, there was a "boom" in the distance, and a man in a yellow turban sat upright dozens of steps away, and immediately flattened his crossbow and shot towards Ma Yue.

Ma Yue was defenseless against this arrow, and suddenly felt a chill in his back, and then there was a sharp pain in his entire torso, and he could obviously feel the strength in his body quietly slipping away.

The hand holding the reins suddenly softened, his legs knelt weakly on the chariot, and his lips trembled, "Yan ...... Yan Ming, Yan Ming, drive, take me back. ”

"Here come the little cubs! Uncle Yan is going to kill you all! ”

Yan Xing stood on the car facing back, holding the car case with one hand and stabbing the yellow turban soldiers with an iron spear in the other, constantly shouting and scolding, Yan Xing is usually very quiet, but he is not quiet at all when he moves with people, he is like a crazy man who ran out of Liangzhou, three hundred to ten thousand can shout out the words that the surrenderer will not kill, and the whole person fell into excitement, and he couldn't hear Ma Yue's soft call at all.

Ma Yue's body was paralyzed, leaning on the side of the chariot, every bump in the body made him tremble with pain, I don't know where it broke and caused the blood to surge, the sweet smell in the throat became stronger and stronger, the viscous blood kept reversing in the mouth, and the seemingly inexhaustible power in the body also abandoned him, and it became difficult to move his fingers, constantly swallowing the blood in his mouth, and constantly gasping gently.

Is this going to die?

After being reborn from the northern land to fight Xianbei, Ma Yue always boasted that he was not afraid of death for a long time, and his reputation spread all over Liangzhou, but when death really came, he was afraid.

"Yan Ming, Yan ...... Ming, band, band. ”

He is afraid of death, and he is afraid of death.

At this time, all kinds of pictures flashed in his mind, he didn't want to die, he hadn't seen enough of this magnificent era, and he hadn't lived enough.

In the desert of Zhangye, for the first time, he brushed shoulders with death, and the bronze knife slashed through the skull, and he just wanted to survive at that time.

When did he also have ambitions, and wanted to gain greater power, it was that time, and the state to save his brother, the Han general controlled eight hundred iron horsemen, and forced him to kneel and beg for mercy, and the seeds of ambition germinated in his chest, and he was unwilling to kneel and beg for mercy again.

"Yan Xing...... Help, save me......"

Ma Yue's vision gradually blurred, the body lost strength and relied on the chariot to shake with the bumps, I don't know who blew the Qiang flute, the picture in my mind became clearer and clearer, lush is Zhangshan, there is a family at the foot of Zhangshan, there are three brothers living in the family, brother and brother Gong are all big heroes who stand up to the sky, there is a doorman called Brother Guan, that day Ma Second Brother carried a big stick to Ma Yue and ran away to splash the skin, Ma Yue pushed the car up the mountain to collect firewood, Brother Guan hit a big tiger back, Ma Yue rode a war horse galloping on the grassland, Everyone cheered loudly with tiger bone wine.

It's a good life to be penniless in Liangzhou, why do you have to get ahead?

Sighing silently in his heart, Ma Yue's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally went completely black.

"Bang!" With a sound on the ground, Ma Yue's body slashed weakly and hit the wheel, Yan Xing was still scolding behind the car, the chasing soldiers and the chariot had opened a hundred paces away, and suddenly turned back Yan Xing was suddenly blinded, and the iron spear was thrown out of the car by him at once, and he hurriedly squatted down to test Ma Yue's snort.

I saw that the more the horse took in more air and less breathed.

"Ahh

Yan Xing was stunned for a moment, grabbed his hair weakly with both hands, screamed, and roared, "Xu Gongming! ”

"My lord! Don't sleep, lord! Yan Xing clenched his fists and stretched out his mouth to bite down, tears suddenly pumped out of his eyes.

"Don't sleep! You also have to teach Xiao Ning'er to practice martial arts! ”

"Yan Ming hasn't been your general yet! Wake up! ”

Xu Huang rushed left and right to kill and almost fell off his horse, and suddenly heard Yan Xing crying in the chariot, and hurriedly rode his horse, and when he got closer, he was stunned all of a sudden, and muttered: "How come, how can it ......?"

Yan Xing held the horse's increasingly blue face with both hands, his hair was scattered and kneeling in the carriage, Yang Feng had taught him that the lord humiliated his ministers to death. But I didn't teach him what to do when the lord died!

Xu Huang controlled the horse close to the carriage, wrapped the reins around the wheel, jumped on the chariot and helped Ma Yue sit up, touched his nose, and then took a breath, Ma Yue's breath was very weak, but there was still some distance from death.

Yan Xing saw Ma Yue's blood-stained axe on the car, pulled it out violently, stepped on the car and scolded with tears on his face: "Kill Nai Weng, Nai Weng will hack you melon skins to death!" ”

Saying that, Yan Xing was about to jump off the chariot and fight with the Yellow Turban pursuers, but fortunately, Xu Huang reacted in time, and gently pulled Yan Xing back with his ape arm.

"The captain is not dead, go drive, run!"