When Wei Qing saw that the Jin army was coming, he immediately drew his sword, only to hear the sound of the blade coming out of the sheath, and Wei Qing already had seven or eight more weapons around him. It turned out that the follow-up soldiers of the Han army were all huddled together, almost standing side by side with Wei Qing, and when they saw that someone was going to assassinate Wei Qing, they naturally raised their weapons to resist.

The general of the Jin army was as fast as a bird, and he was already very close to Wei Qing after three or two ups and downs, although Qin Shubao acted very quickly, but he couldn't catch up with the general after all, and a sword dangled behind the general of the Jin army, saying that he couldn't reach the other party.

Wei Qing looked at this enemy coldly, waiting for him to use his body to smash through these many blades, under the moonlight, this enemy's face shook, and Wei Qing suddenly screamed!

Zamuhe! This man is Zamuhe!

Wei Qing stood up, and with a loud shout, his sword had already stabbed out!

He wasn't going to wait for Zamuhe to collide with him, he had to kill Zamuhe himself, he had to kill Zamuhe with his own hands!

Zamuhe's eyes were full of red threads. It was not only the result of staying up late in continuous command operations, but also the result of the enemies being extremely angry when they saw each other. He yelled, swung his knife, and slashed at the stone next to him!

The sparks on the stone burst apart, and Zamuhe suddenly turned around with the power of this sword, and rushed towards the mountain from the stone wall next to him.

Wei Qing almost rolled down to the bottom of the stone steps, and a national curse couldn't help blurting out.

This is the second time, Zha Muhe, an old and treacherous guy, the last time he faced the encirclement of the Han army, he first pretended to fight with Wei Qing, and then suddenly turned around and fled, and now, he is doing it again.

Wei Qing can't let him escape, and it can't be for him to escape. If he rushed down the mountain, there was still hope of escaping, but now he rushed to the mountain, not to mention that there was no road on the top of the mountain, even if there was a road, the Han soldiers all over the mountain, he would not be able to escape.

Wei Qing took a breath and was about to jump out, when the figure around him flickered, Qin Shubao had already rushed past Wei Qing's side and chased after Zamuhe.

Wei Qing snorted, his figure jumped up, and he also chased after him.

Zhamuhe crossed the forest wall, jumped vertically and horizontally, as agile as an ape, and always rushed straight up from the cliff, and the Han soldiers on the mountain road threw stones and arrows at Zhamuhe, but none of them could hurt him. Qin Shubao was very competitive, he originally just wanted to capture the fleeing Jin army generals, but now he has another layer of thought, where Zamuhe goes, he will go from there, and no matter whether it is dangerous or not, he must not lose to Zamuhe. As a result, although Zamuhe was interfered with by the Han soldiers from time to time, Qin Shubao couldn't catch him for a while.

Wei Qing kept running up along the mountain road, and he didn't know how many Han soldiers he knocked down along the way, and he had only one thought in his heart: grab Zamuhe with his own hands and kill him with his own hands!

In the blink of an eye, the three of them were already close to the top of the mountain, and the Han soldiers on the top of the mountain saw that the enemy was rushing towards them, and immediately took a posture and prepared to intercept.

As if he hadn't seen it at all, Zamuhe rushed forward, slashing down two Han soldiers who stood in his way with a knife in his hand.

"Beware-" As soon as Wei Qing saw Zamuhe's situation, he knew that he must be going to use his best sound to attack the west again, and hurriedly reminded the soldiers on the mountain to pay attention, but this opening, he was relieved in one breath, and immediately fell behind a lot.

Zamuhe rushed to the front of the Han soldiers, and suddenly jumped up! A Han soldier poked a shot, Zha Muhe blocked with a horizontal knife, the momentum of the gun was a little slow, he had already grabbed the handle of the gun, pressed down hard with his arm, jumped into the air with strength, and rushed straight behind the Han soldier.

Wei Qing raised his strength and chased forward, just jumping to the top of the mountain, but he heard Qin Shubao shouting, followed by Pang Tong's frightened scream.

"Not good!" Wei Qing hurriedly rushed over, and the scene in front of him made him tremble.

I saw blood gushing from Qin Shubao's chest and falling to the ground, Bai Buxin was rushing to the rescue; Pang Tong was grabbed in front of him by Zha Muhe, with a waist knife across his neck; Zha Mu fit around, four or five guns were less than a foot apart to designate him, but Pang Tong was arrested, and no one dared to take a step closer.

"Little treasure! Xiaobao! Pang Tong didn't pay any attention to his situation, but just called Qin Shubao repeatedly, and there was already a cry in his voice.

Just now Zamuhe crossed the Han soldiers, just facing Pang Tong, he saw at a glance that Pang Tong was a literati, but there were literati in the army, so this person would definitely not be insignificant, this thought swept through Zamuhe's mind like lightning, and he rushed straight towards Pang Tong. A sword stabbed in the face, but Bai Buxin took out a sword to meet him, and at the same time, Qin Shubao had arrived behind him. Zamuhe suddenly retreated backwards, stabbing his sword backwards from under the flank. Qin Shubao had just learned to jump over the heads of the Han soldiers, and the knife hit Qin Shubao in the chest, he threw it forward, Qin Shubao's body hit Bai Buxin's body, and the two of them both fell, and Zha Muhe had already flashed behind Pang Tong to restrain Pang Tong.

These few blows were as fast as lightning, and before the surrounding Han soldiers had time to react, Pang Tong had already fallen into the hands of Zamuhe, and several fast-reacting spearmen raised their guns in unison, but they didn't dare to stab forward.

Zamuhe carefully hid his body behind Pang Tong, and his hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

He knew that he would succeed in escaping, but he didn't expect Pang Tong to be a hostage. It was impossible for him to rush down the mountain, because there were tens of thousands of Han troops attacking up the mountain, and it was impossible for him to rush through. But on the other hand, since there was a sudden Han army on the mountain where there were no Han troops, two conclusions can be drawn: first, there must be a way to leave from the top of the mountain, and second, there will not be many Han troops, because the mountain is so dangerous and the road is so narrow, it is impossible for them to come down from the top of the mountain in large numbers. So, if you want to escape, you can only escape to the top of the mountain.

As it turned out, he guessed right. He glanced at the rope out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but secretly admire it in his heart, he didn't expect that there were such capable people in the Han army who could make such a magical thing.

He tightened the waist knife in his hand, pulled Pang Tong with his other hand, and slowly retreated towards the rope.

"Xiaobao~~~~" Pang Tong completely ignored what the Jin army general behind him planned to do, and just stared at Qin Shubao.

Bai Buxin stood up slowly, his hands covered with blood spurting from Qin Shubao's chest. He looked at Wei Qing and shook his head helplessly.

Wei Qing's heart sank.

There was a look of despair in Pang Tong's eyes.

Po is dead! He promised his sister that he would take good care of Xiaobao, but now, Xiaobao died in front of his eyes! How is he going to face his sister?

Pang Tong suddenly rushed forward!

This incident was unexpected, and Zamuhe didn't have time to react, and the waist knife directly cut Pang Tong's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Pang Tong fell heavily to the ground.

The fairy rope made a buzzing sound, and it kept trembling, and another soldier slid over from the right mountain.

Zamuhe was faced with a situation of utter despair.

In front of him were dozens of angry Han Chinese, the only hostage in his hand had fallen, and behind him was a cliff of Baizhang.

Wei Qing was the first to move forward!

"Kill!" Several guns around the Zamu fit are stabbed down at the same time!

Zamuhe roared, suddenly turned around, pounced hard, and flew out of the top of the mountain, grabbed the fairy rope with one hand, and hung in the air.

Wei Qing stretched out his hand and snatched the gun from the hand of a soldier, and let out a loud shout, the gun was like a meteor, and it was thrown at Zamuhe.

Zha Muhe had no way to hide, there was no way to dodge, he suddenly waved his other hand, and cut the fairy rope with a knife, with the screams of the Han soldiers on the top of the mountain, he held the fairy rope in his hand and fell straight down the cliff.

Wei Qing stomped his feet again and again, shouting pity.

The length of the fairy rope is not enough to fall to the ground under the mountain, but it is fixed very firmly at one end of the right mountain, if Zamuhe can grasp the fairy rope and will not fall halfway, then he will only be taken to the halfway of the right mountain by this section of the fairy rope, although this time he may fall very badly, but with Zamuhe's skills, he may successfully escape.

Wei Qingwan didn't expect that Zamuhe would successfully escape in such a desperate situation. He stood there, not knowing what it was like for a while, three points of anger, three points of pity, and three points of admiration. At least, such haste and courage, even though the opponent is the enemy, is indeed worthy of admiration.

A faint scream could be heard in the distance, and a figure tumbled and fell from mid-air.

It was the exclamation of the Han soldiers who had just slipped onto the Immortal Rope from the right peak when they suddenly found that the Immortal Rope had broken and they had fallen from mid-air.

Under the moonlight, you can faintly see the fairy rope rushing towards the right mountain, as if there is a figure like a big bird leaving the fairy rope and rushing towards the right mountain.

Wei Qing let out a long sigh.

Zamuhe really escaped.

Bai Buxin's anxious voice sounded behind Wei Qing: "Wei Guji, come on, Master Pang has something to say to you!" ”

Wei Qing was startled, no longer thinking about Zha Muhe, and immediately turned around and threw himself at Pang Tong's side.

Pang Tong was hopeless, his neck was almost half broken, blood spurted out of several large blood vessels, and he could die at any time. He looked at Wei Qing, as if he was trying his best to say something to him, but his voice was very weak and he couldn't hear clearly.

Wei Qing immediately leaned on Pang Tong's mouth to listen.

Pang Tong said to Wei Qing with difficulty: "My 。。。。。。 There is 。。。。。。 in the box I'll give you a few books。。。。。。 ”

Wei Qing's nose was sore, and he almost cried. He hurriedly comforted Pang Tong: "Master Pang, keep your book for yourself, don't give it to me, wait for your injuries to heal。。。。。。 He couldn't go on.

Pang Tong took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

More than an hour later, Wei Qing went down the mountain.

All around was the cheerful laughter of the soldiers. The soldiers of different 10,000 troops were all mixed together, and they exchanged their experiences as they walked down the mountain, those attacking from the bottom of the mountain were talking about the difficulty of attacking from the back, and those attacking from the mountain were talking about the thrill of sliding across the two mountains.

Wei Qing was silent.

He was indeed very happy, happy to have won this battle. But he couldn't laugh at it.

Qin Shubao and Pang Tong, they originally lived well in another worldly village, if it wasn't for his persuasion by Wei Qing, they wouldn't have gone out of the mountain, and if they hadn't gone out of the mountain, they wouldn't have died so miserably. Wei Qing felt that he was a sinner, and murdered these two people alive.