Ji Chong let everyone choose a mountain ridge with a gentle angle, no steep slopes, and no dense mountain forests to cover it, relatively speaking, the sense of security will be sufficient. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The gravel road at the foot of the mountain, everyone did not get off the horse, vigilantly looked at the surrounding environment, although there is no dense forest in this area, but the grass is half a person high, and there are many thorns to cover it, and the mountain forest dozens of steps away is connected.

Luo Zhaoyun sat on the back of the horse, and he was also cautious, the feeling of danger in his heart became stronger and stronger, this was the induction of a pure martial artist, as if he was being watched by a beast, he was uncomfortable, reflected on his nerves, and was extremely sensitive.

"Be careful!"

Luo Zhaoyun suddenly shouted, because he had already sensed the sudden burst of murderous power, and someone began to release cold arrows.

"Whoosh!"

Because of his shout, he alarmed the robes who were in the same fire, and they reacted in advance to avoid the cold arrow.

"Poof—"

Someone was still shot and fell off his horse, but he avoided the vital point and did not die immediately!

But the cold arrows continued, some shot people, some shot horses, so that the ten people in the ambush were embarrassed, and several people hung up the lottery.

The horse was hit by an arrow, neighed in fright, and began to jump and throw its hooves at the knight on horseback.

Zhao Ting, Liang Yongkuan, Jing Wei, Luo Zhaoyun and others all took the opportunity to turn over and jump off their horses, and rolled into the grass to dodge.

The war horse had no owner, and immediately galloped down the mountain, especially Luo Zhaoyun's Luma, like a whirlwind, and flew away.

Luo Zhaoyun took off the hard bow, judged the ambush manpower there through the direction of the cold arrow shooting, and shot an arrow with a whoosh, and suddenly there was a sound of arrows piercing the bones, and the enemy was hit by an arrow.

"Whoosh!"

Luo Zhaoyun sent out another arrow, which also hit a Turkic scout.

At this time, no one on the Turkic side dared to shoot indiscriminately, because once the bow was fired, his position was exposed, and he was counterattacked by the opponent's sharpshooters.

The scene was as quiet as death, and even a little depressing, and in the face of the threat of death, they were holding their breath, hibernating, and did not dare to move.

Ji Chong, Zhang Songxi and the others were a little surprised, they didn't expect this young man to be so good at archery, just by virtue of the direction of the opponent's archery, he could shoot two people in a row, and they all admired it in their hearts.

At this time, it was close to dusk, and the sky was getting dark, but neither side was moving, not wanting to expose themselves, looking for opportunities.

Ji Chong hid in the grass and gestured to the nearby robe, asking about his injuries and the location of the enemy.

Among the ten people, Liu Kuang, Helian Shu, and Zhao Ting were all hit by arrows, and their injuries varied from severity, while Yu William was motionless, and the arrow was shot into his chest, and he was exhausted on the spot.

It was overcast, night was falling, and the night breeze of the steppe shook the weeds and thorns.

Whew-

At this time, it was impossible to distinguish whether the wind was blowing the grass or whether there was an enemy crawling forward, surrounding them little by little, enclosing them in an ambush point, and trying to annihilate them.

"It's coming!" Luo Zhaoyun sensed that the danger was approaching, since he practiced the dark energy, his heart was in harmony with his mind, and his nerves were keen, once there was danger, his mind would be restless, as if something bad was going to happen, this was the martial artist's induction.

Usually people say that the sixth sense also refers to this, but the sixth sense of ordinary people does not appear often, and the time is not accurate, but the martial artist has changed his spirit and spirit through repeated tempering himself, and he is highly concentrated.

"Whew!"

A black shadow suddenly pounced out, holding a machete in his hand, and killed the Sui army scouts in the ambush circle.

"Roar—"

Ji Chong, Ma Buchuan, Zhang Songxi, Jing Wei, Luo Zhaoyun, and Liang Yongkuan shouted for the first time, and they all fought back to block the black shadow that came over.

Dangdangdang –

Weapons were exchanged, hand-to-hand combat, the sword light was cold, the blood and qi spread, and between a few breaths, someone was slashed, and blood was splashed on his body.

The spear in Luo Zhaoyun's hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, very vicious, a few shots pierced it, and the Turkic scouts who pounced on him could no longer be stopped, and he was pierced through his body by a shot, screaming miserably, and fell to the ground.

Everyone is fighting on their own, and they don't know who is dead or who is alive, but the Great Sui cavalry are all wearing 'crotch armor', so in the hazy night light, there is a faint silver light, and the Turkic scouts are wearing leather armor, and they can distinguish friend and foe at close range.

The so-called 'crotch armor' is a relatively low-end armor, although the 'Mingguang armor' appeared in the Three Kingdoms era at the end of the Han Dynasty, but because of the high production technical requirements, relatively expensive, only the general wears, until the late Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Mingguang armor began to be mass-produced, but after all, it is a gradual development and improvement process, until the middle and late Tang Dynasty was widely used.

In the Sui Dynasty, Mingguang armor was only worn by generals, children of nobles, as well as Miyagi guards, generals' personal guards, heavy armor soldiers, and elite armor riders, because it was too expensive, ordinary knights and foot armor soldiers were wearing this relatively simple and inexpensive 'crotch armor', hanging a piece on the chest, covering a piece on the back, stringing up the shoulders with a belt, and a bunch at the waist, which looked like a vest horse clip, and was also flexible and agile to wear, it was the main force of the Sui army's protective gear.

"Kill—"

The battle was not over yet, and Luo Zhaoyun found that two tall and burly Turkic soldiers had killed him, quite fierce, with a little rough martial arts, but they were not his opponents.

His spear danced, his body was as agile as a monkey, without the restraint of a war horse, and the footwork that he usually practiced hard was also unfolded, moving his body quickly, like an afterimage in the moonlight, the spear suddenly stabbed, poof, and killed another person.

"Ahh

"Let's go!" Huo Chang Ji Chong shouted, and found that more than a dozen shadows rushed out of the forest opposite, it turned out that this was not a Turkic scout team, but two scout teams, someone found them in advance, and they had already been ambushed here, and they were designed to lure them in.

At this time, Luo Zhaoyun stood with a gun, in the fight just now, he killed four people alone, he also saw a lot of figures coming from the opposite side, turned to the other injured robes and shouted: "The injured retreat first, I will break the last!" ”

There were three people who snorted, supported each other, and fled down the mountain, at this time the Turkic scouts rushed up to a dozen or so people, Luo Zhaoyun and Ji Chong decisively went up to block them, otherwise, give the injured time to escape down the mountain, otherwise they will all die here.

Qiang Qiang Qiang –

Luo Zhaoyun and Ji Chong fought fiercely with the Turkic scouts again, the sound of knives was loud, fighting desperately, blood sprayed, and people kept falling.

"Poof!" Huo Chang Ji Chong finally couldn't stop it, and killed a Turkic soldier, but was cut to the ground by the other two scouts, covered in blood, his mouth was also spitting blood foam, his eyes were wide, staring at Luo Zhaoyun, and said with difficulty: "Quick... Walk... Live... Under... Go to ......"

Luo Zhaoyun was besieged, and he fought and retreated, and he was also red-eyed, fortunately, a few months ago, he traveled around and killed horse thieves, so the whole person exuded a sharp edge, not a flower in a greenhouse, a noble son of a wealthy family, but a real predator.

In a moment, he swept his spear, and the last two scouts were cut by his spear, and they fell in a pool of blood.

Luo Zhaoyun glanced at the corpses on the ground, almost no longer breathing, sighed lightly, his face was resolute, he quickly turned around and rushed down the mountain.