"Archer," Bai Shaoze gritted his teeth and said, he had to take a few steps back, he had fought so many battles, only this time, it had already made him distracted, he had never fought such a strange and difficult battle, and he had never met such a strange person who didn't know where he came from, didn't know his identity, name, or even these formations, and even these weapons he had never seen.

Who is this person and what is the relationship with the Mu family, all of this is inexplicable and inexplicable, and he hates this kind of person or thing that he can't control the most.

The two armies fought, the dead and wounded were naturally not a problem, those strange men, the body was moving rapidly, at this time lined up in a well shape, I saw them take out a very short knife from their legs, the body shook, almost between the eyes, between the enemy troops, specifically against the enemy's horses, as soon as the knife approached, I heard the screams of the horses, and then even the people and horses, all those soldiers fell to the ground.

A few more blows, this fell down, died, and the enemy army was already ashamed.

It's the kind of short arrows that are hundreds or thousands, Bai Shaoze was also beaten a little disgraced, and when he didn't pay attention, blood oozed from the wound on his arm.

Rows of archers rushed up at this time, the Mu family looked at this formation, instinctively scared, they did not suffer a loss on these arrows, their general was also injured by this arrow, and they couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

Then there was the silver-faced young man, who put both sides in one hand, and suddenly jumped off his horse, and began to move like a ghost, and by the time the eyes of others looked here again, he had returned to his horse, and at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly, the wind and sand rolled, and blinded everyone.

"Damn, where did this sand come from?" Bai Shaoze was also blown into his eyes by the sand, people's eyes can't tolerate a little sand, he kept rubbing his eyes, nothing could be seen clearly in front of him, and those archers had already shot their arrows, and they were not accurate.

The silver-faced young man strangled the horse's abdomen, and in the yellow sand, the corners of his curved lips became more and more beautiful.

He hurriedly returned the flag, pinned the flag to his waist, and saw that in the yellow sand, the hundred men withdrew the sandbags in their hands, and by these winds blowing towards the enemy, the enemy soldiers were blinded by the sand.

And they rolled up a long cloth, and saw that inside the cloth were the arrows fired by the enemy.

"Let's go," the silver-faced young general said lightly, the voice was very good, like a woman's voice, but it was not like it, because it was too cold, just like their general, how could such a momentum be possessed by a woman.

The army retreated one after another, and the enemy did not pursue, at this time the two armies were fighting, both were defeated, and when the silver-faced young general came, he picked up his bow and arrow, three arrows in a row, and with a few swishs, the arrow was directly pierced under Bai Shaoze's horse's hooves, and the horse was forced to fall several steps, if it wasn't for Bai Shaoze being a little distracted at this time, this arrow was afraid that it would be pierced to his head.

"We ......" the silver-faced young man moved his lips, and the shape of the lips was clearly the same few words, "There will be a period later." ”

Bai Shaoze jumped off the horse and kicked a soldier, "Damn, where did this come from?" ”

The silver-faced young man kicked the horse's belly and ran at the end of the soldiers, and she had several good flags pinned to her waist, only to hear the sound of horses' hooves not far away, which rang for a quarter of an hour.

"The general is back, the general is back," the wounded and disabled generals in the battalion shouted loudly when they saw Mu Xue being carried in.

When Mu Yue heard this, he was also stunned, and when he reacted, his feet had already involuntarily ran out of the tent.

"Third brother, third brother......" He stumbled out, and when he saw Mu Xue being carried like a dead corpse, motionless, his heart suddenly tightened, and it hurt and hurt.

"Third brother......" He pounced, but a hand reached out and blocked him.

He fixed his eyes and saw that it was the silver-faced young general.

"Go in first," the low voice was so familiar to Kizuki......

"Little ......" his lips kept trembling, but he couldn't say a word, and now is indeed not the time to speak, Mu Xue was carried in, and the white-haired and white-bearded old man inside was Mr. Immortal, when he saw Mu Xue's appearance, he immediately beat his chest angrily.

"It's not a waste of my medicine, how much silver is my medicine worth, how did it become like this, how much effort does this half-dead cost me?" He was so angry that he spun around in circles from time to time, and he was about to step on the ground.

Mu Feng was still lying there, his body was wrapped in thick white gauze, and blood was oozing from the gauze, and his face was not bloodshot, but fortunately, the blood was red, and his chest was also undulating, so this person was not dead, but still alive.

But now Mu Xue is half-dead, no, it's more serious than half-dead, and it's a lot more half-dead, seeing that his body is about to be cold. The old gentleman kicked the camp several times angrily, and the others didn't dare to say much, they all knew that he had a very strange temperament, if he annoyed him, he didn't specify, what would he do, and although he was angry now, he didn't have half a sense of panic, it was enough to see that Mu Xue was seriously injured, but it was not in danger, even if there was only one breath, his little life could be saved.

After being angry for a long time, Mr. Immortal came over, pulled Mu Xue's wrist, and jumped up angrily this time.

"What about the medicine, where is his medicine, where did the medicine go?" Even if this old disease recurs, as long as there is a medicine, it can prevent him from losing more than half his life.

Mu Yue lowered her head, and blamed herself more and more in her heart, "The third brother gave us all the medicine to eat, and only the last one was left, and it was also given to the poisoned eldest brother, so ......"

Mr. Immortal now wants to kill someone, "It's good to leave half of this for yourself, as long as you eat it, you won't be so half-dead." But no matter how much he scolded, no matter how angry he was, he wanted to strangle Mu Xue again, and in the end, the old man still took out his silver needle and rescued Mu Xue.

If this Mu Xue is really dead, his signboard will also be smashed.

Mu Yue didn't know if it was a sigh of relief, although Mu Feng was still unconscious, but he knew that he was still alive, and Mu Xue was also in danger now, as long as there was Mr. Immortal, he would turn the corner, but Mu Hua was really uncertain......

He looked up at the silver-faced young man who had been leaning to the side and not saying a word......

"Little Five......" he muttered, not knowing whether this sentence was for himself or someone else.