The earth-shattering roar alerted the silver priests who were jumping up and down.

Before he could retreat, the black man had abandoned his tomahawk and stretched out his huge fist.

"Die!"

The movements are simple and brutal, and they hit the predominantly white head of the silver priest.

Yang Shuang, who was half-lying at the foot of the tree, had a gleam in his eyes.

Here's your chance!

Immediately, he kicked his feet and flew towards Xihai Lake.

However, before he could take two steps, the fierce black man was easily put to the ground, making a muffled sound of a heavy object falling.

Yang Shuang, who ran for his life, didn't dare to turn back at all, although the Murong brothers and the pig-riding black man were in a catastrophe, they also bought him a little time in disguise.

If he didn't seize this opportunity to escape, he wouldn't be able to beat the three silver priests, and it would be a tragedy if he was captured alive, and if he was sacrificed, it would be tragic.

Thinking about those cannibals in the news reports of his previous life, Yang Shuang shuddered.

Unfortunately, when the third step was taken, a bad wind suddenly hit the back of the head.

Bang!

The tremendous force coming from the back of his head caused him to stagger, and he almost fell to the ground.

Without time to think about it, the goose-shaped array switched to the tiger wing array, Yang Shuang gritted the tip of his tongue to restore a trace of clarity to his dizzy head, and quickly turned around to prepare to fight back.

But instead of the face of the enemy, it was a wizened fist.

Bang!

first suffered a heavy blow to the back of the head, and then was accurately hit on the bridge of his nose, Yang Shuang couldn't even snort, and he completely fainted.

Murong Fuyun, who was fighting with the two silver priests, had a blue nose and swollen face, and retreated with a spear, but was forced by the two opponents to passively engage in battle, and soon lost his physical strength, and stepped into the footsteps of Murong Yong, who was still unconscious.

As for the pig-riding black man, he had been pressed to his feet by the third silver priest, and no matter how much he roared and screamed, and his limbs flapped indiscriminately, he could not get out of control.

Seeing the person who subdued Yang Shuang, the three of them bowed and saluted, "I've seen the high priest!" ”

The visitor was not tall, only one meter five or six, covered with white cloaks and cloaks, and walked like a ghost wandering in the forest.

"Yang Shuang has been taken down, this is the matter, you will quickly take him back to the Northern Regions, and the province will invite those old immortals in the Central Plains, and it will be in vain!"

The silver priest who had fought with Yang Shuang hesitated for a moment, then hesitated and said: "High Priest Qiqi, after so many years of exploration, we have found that the territory of Zoroastrianism has already spread to the east, and the previous King of Shanshan seems to have an inextricable relationship with Zoroastrianism, and even the old department of Loulan, which relied on Zoroastrianism to recruit troops and buy horses to control!" ”

"There's a lot at stake!" The white-clothed dwarf nodded, and lifted his cloak to reveal a shriveled face that looked like a skeleton, "Do you know what is the connection between Yang Shuang and Zoroastrianism?" ”

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, its domination of the Western Regions relies on the storm at Yumen Pass and the co-optation of horse thieves, and it surrenders while fighting"

"It's too fast!" The short man in white stopped the silver priest from speaking, "Isn't there anything suspicious?" For example, the source of their baggage, as well as the source of the defense and siege weapons? ”

"This" the silver priest was a little speechless, and said to himself, "Maybe all of them were snatched back from the Turks?" ”

The white-clothed dwarf shook his head, "Dunhuang and the Western Regions are all bitter cold places, if they can do this, there must be some backer behind them, but I don't know if it is the Great Sui royal family, or the Central Plains local gate valve." If the former is the latter, we must consider the potential threat faced by our department after the Khitan and Murwei banned the Turks! ”

"Therefore, Yang Shuang's true identity must be ascertained as soon as possible, and at the same time, there is also the backer behind him!"

"Understood!" The three silver priests saluted at the same time.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the distance.

Through the sparse yellow branches and leaves, you can vaguely see the flag of the protectorate of the Western Regions of the Great Sui fluttering in the wind.

"In that case, then take Yang Shuang and leave quickly!" The generals win or lose heads-up depending on their personal strength, but even if the high priest with martial arts and three silver priests do not dare to face more than a thousand heavily armed soldiers.

The power of the military array is far beyond the strength of individual bravery!

After ordering this, the three silver priests abandoned the Murong brothers and the pig-riding Black Sea, and lifted Yang Shuang and ran quickly to the north.

The High Priest, who remained in place, spilled a few droplets of water with a strong smell from his cuffs, and then disappeared into the woods.

The next moment, the black man on the pig rider who asked about the smell woke up first.

"Hmm!"

This man was tall and horsey, with rough skin and thick flesh, and he was the last to be stunned, but the first to wake up.

But the first thing he did when he woke up was not to be vigilant and ready to get up and fight, but to pinch his nose and open his mouth to vomit.

Soon, the Murong brothers thought about it one after another, and also made the action of pinching their noses.

"It stinks!"

"Gross!"

"Here!"

The three of them were still retching, chasing after them along the tracks, and several soldiers who happened to come here happened to see this scene, and immediately shouted wildly at the top of their throats.

"Kill!"

The boss was chased like a duck, chasing and fleeing, whether it was Lu Xiaobu who was guarding Xihai City, or the three babies who besieged the primitive people of the party, they were all anxious.

After dealing with the battle, he hurriedly gathered a thousand sword and shield soldiers and hurried over.

"Let's go!"

Murong Fuyun saw that Murong Yong and Wu Tu Man were preparing to kill the Quartet, his face changed, and he hurriedly pulled the two of them and ran to Xihai City.

The force is high, and it can't dodge the feather arrows to gather fire!

Even if only half of the 1,000 enemy soldiers shoot, it will be difficult for the three of them to survive.

What's more, this battle has all the strength to eat milk, and now people are sleepy and weak, how can they have extra strength to go to the bloody battle.

Murong Yong was dragged by the third brother and had already woken up.

However, the pig-riding black man who didn't know the truth about it shook his hand to break free and pulled, and turned his head to kill the rear with a tomahawk.

"Third brother, what should I do?"

"Surely you will die, go quickly!" In the face of Murong Yong's question, Murong Fuyun, who had used the party members, no longer cared about the dark life or death.

The two of them were not seriously injured in the battle with the Silver Priest, so they hid in the woods of the Xihai Hu Defense Line for a few breaths.

At this time, the black man who was running back with a tomahawk had already hit Lu Xiaobu and the three babies in the face.

"Where's my eldest brother?"

was injured by Murong Xin, and after recovering, Lu Xiaobu became a little cautious.

"Roar!"

The black man is not reckless, but thinks of his own people.

Now seeing the soldiers and horses of the Western Regions coming together, the clansmen who stayed in the Tuyuhun camp were naturally more than lucky.

In this way, the anger in his heart can be imagined.

The huge tomahawk smashed his head and face at Lu Xiaobu.

The latter learned about the eldest brother's injury from the mouth of the third baby, how could he be stupid and not pull a few more to take it hard, his steps were staggered, avoiding the battle axe, and Fang Tian drew a halberd to touch the head of the black man.

At the same time, he secretly waved his hand to the three babies behind him.

The three babies picked up the giant crossbow and shouted, ready to shoot.

When the black man heard the shout, he hurriedly looked up and looked ahead, only to see countless looping ropes flying in the air in an instant.

After the Weishui and Jingshui salvage "river demon" incident, Yang Shuang found that the rope sleeve was really very buggy.

Not only can it trap people and horses, but it can also take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to clean up and reject horses.

Therefore, in addition to practicing sword and shield formations and short spear throwing, sword and shield soldiers also play ring rings every day.

After half a year of hard training, I finally succeeded.

The moment the ropes were thrown over, although the black man dodged, he still couldn't escape the suppression of numbers.

The head, neck, arms, and tomahawks are all hung with ox tendon ropes tied to the back of the warhorse!