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The ninth master, Qian Zhongyong, drank the order.

This area is not vast, and it is difficult to ride and shoot when entangled.

And luring this group away can also relieve the pressure on his son Qian Likui.

Wait until these people are dealt with, and then come over to deal a fatal blow.

Eleven rode to the south, the fierce and rough horse thief roared and chased, the smoke and dust rolled, dozens of horses ran and chased in the saline-alkali wasteland, Yang He and others walked in front, the horse thief behind desperately chased, some of them also bent their bows and arrows, and kept shooting arrows.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of arrows breaking through the air continued, and even one of them flew away from the top of Yang He's head, narrowly missing his soft foot head a few millimeters.

However, it is not easy to shoot at the target on a galloping warhorse, and the brilliant achievements of Yang He and others earlier are also related to the fact that the horse thieves are generally stationary.

So most of the people were unharmed, except for the dart master who snorted and shook his horse.

He seemed to have been hit by an arrow, but he could still be on his horse, but he could no longer control the horse with his legs, and he needed to hold on to the reins.

Yang He looked back and saw dozens of horse thieves chasing after him, and even some horse thieves had already rushed into the range of twenty steps, and some horse thieves urged their horses to get off their crotches, shouting and drawing their blades.

Suddenly, Yang He bent his bow and arrows, and on the galloping war horse, the moment the horse took off on all four legs, he stepped on the stirrup and turned around.

"Whoa—"

An arrow shot out with great force, striking a thief in the chest.

With a "poof", the arrow entered the flesh and came out through the chest, and the blood rain was brought out with the arrow.

Before the thief could make a sound, he was carried off his horse by the arrows.

He fell into the dust, and the horse thief behind him could not regain his strength, and in his wide eyes, he stepped straight over him.

The sound of bones being trampled to the sound of the thief screaming loudly, and soon the screams were dispersed in the cold wind with the smoke and dust away.

Like Yang He, at this time, Jiu Ye, Qian Sanniang and others also opened their bows and arrows, stepped on the stirrups and stood up, and then shot their own arrows.

"Poof!"

Bloody.

In the roar of the arrows, a horse thief was shot through the throat, and he fell off his horse, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

At the same time, he rolled in the weedy loess, clutching his neck and struggling, in pain.

was shot by Qian Sanniang.

There is also the Ninth Master, who shot a horse thief in the eye again, causing him to scream and roll into the dust.

There was also a dart master who shot a thief's horse.

The horse neighed, and its front hooves were raised high, and the horse thief was thrown out.

The horse galloped and suddenly came to a standstill, and this huge falling force directly broke many bones of the horse bandit, and he rolled on the ground for many times due to the huge inertia.

By the time he stopped, he was already struggling to vomit blood, and maybe he would never be able to ride again for the rest of his life.

Of course, this kind of skill of turning back violently is not something that anyone can master, a line of eleven riders, and only Yang He, Jiuye, Qian Sanniang, and a dart master in the middle of the four people have this ability.

Even so, the pursuing horse thieves were terrified, and they slowed down their horses, and it was useless for the fierce and rough horse thieves to roar loudly.

As horse thieves, they have a high status in the army, and although they obey the orders of the leader, it does not mean that they have the power to kill and kill, and if they feel that their lives are threatened, they can also refuse the orders issued by the leaders.

Yang He looked at the situation behind him, rode his horse to Qian Zhongyong's side, and said, "Ninth Master, you can go back." ”

Ninth Master Qian Zhongyong nodded, and sighed in his heart: "What a genius." ”

Earlier, he saw that although Yang Xianggong was skilled in riding, he did not have a tacit understanding with Wu Zhong, after all, he was not a person in the dart game, but look at it now......

He even turned against the guest and went hand in hand with him.

Perhaps, this young scholar was born for troubled times.

He shouted, "Go back." ”

He took control of the horse with his legs and turned the horse's head again.

Yang He rode beside him, and Qian Sanniang followed, but Qian Lijue was one step behind.

Although this young man is skilled in arching horses, he obviously has not experienced training, and he has been a little unable to keep up with the fight until now.

They rushed back again, and all the dart masters followed, each with their bows and arrows.

The horse thieves in the back saw that the "deserters" in front of them had come back, and they all shouted, and they all opened their bows and arrows.

The two sides rushed to each other more than a dozen paces, the sound of the bowstring, and as the arrows whistled, there was a scream of each other, and people turned on their backs.

Yang He shot an arrow, and with a "poof" sound, it penetrated the chest of a horse thief, and the two sides hedged, with the help of horsepower, both strengthened the power of their own arrows.

The horse thief was shot by Yang He's arrows, and with a loud cry, he rolled backwards and fell off his mount.

Jiu Ye and Qian Sanniang also shot a thief each, and Qian Lijue shot a horse thief in the arm.

The rest of the dart masters, two of them also shot the horse thief's mount.

In an instant, the horse thieves suffered six more casualties.

It's just that you have damage too.

The fierce and rough horse thief let go of the bowstring, and with a "whoosh", a mouthful of blood spurted out of a dart master, and the sharp arrow shot through his body, causing him to roll off his horse.

After he fell to the ground, he didn't make a sound, and he was already out of breath.

But an arrow was shot in the heart.

There was also a dart master whose horse was hit by an arrow, and the horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and threw him out of the smoke and dust.

Then the horse roared, and galloped wildly, and did not know where it was going.

Seeing that his own dart master was hit by an arrow and fell off the horse, the ninth master opened his mouth, and finally rode his horse.

In the blink of an eye, only nine of the eleven people remained, and one person was injured by an arrow in the morning.

Fight immediately, it's so cruel, suddenly, life and death are only in an instant.

However, up to now, the number of casualties among the horse thieves has reached ten horses, and they have nearly thirty horsemen, and the losses have been as high as thirty percent.

The brutal fighting also made them fearful, and the horse thieves did not make a sound, and turned their horses away, while the rest also screamed in fear, and turned their horses one after another, and fled to their own brigade, and it was useless to let the fierce and rough horse thieves roar and scold.

In the end, he had no choice, although there were many people on his side, but the riding and archery were not as good as the other party, both sides had horses, and the other party did not need to be in close contact with you, just hang and fly a kite from afar.

Therefore, if you continue to fight, you may lose more people.

What's more, the horse thieves in the team have no fighting spirit, they have turned their horses' heads to flee for their lives, and it is impossible for them to stay alone, right?

He instigated his horses, and he turned back and fled for his life.

His horses were fat and strong, and he ran even faster, and soon he ran away from the horses and thieves.

"Ninth Master, pursue, leave these horse thieves behind."

Seeing the horse thief fleeing, Yang He rode beside Qian Zhongyong and said excitedly.

Ninth Master Qian Zhongyong nodded vigorously, the biggest casualties appeared when he fled, now is the time, and at the same time, his heart is full of blood, as if he remembered the situation when he fought with the eldest brother and them, how similar it was to the current situation.

He looked back left and right, and all the dart masters had excited expressions on their faces, even the youngest son's face was also eager to try, only his daughter Qian Sanniang was still cold, and he sighed in his heart, this daughter has always been his heart disease, and it is difficult to marry.

He shouted, "Catch up." ”

Dozens of horsemen ran and chased wildly in the saline-alkali wasteland, and now the situation was reversed, the horse thieves were running desperately in front, and Yang He and others were desperately chasing behind.

Yang He rode his horse and galloped, feeling the cold wind roaring in his ears, and the bitter cold wind vigorously encouraged his cloak.

The war horse galloped, and the sound of hooves seemed to shake the earth violently, and Yang He only felt his blood boiling in his heart, and there was excitement.

I seem to be enjoying the feeling of being on the battlefield......

It's just that the gentleman doesn't stand under the dangerous wall, and I'm afraid that after the power grows in the future, there won't be much experience in this kind of battlefield fighting.

But in front of you.

Yang He stretched his bow and arrows,

"Whoosh!"

The horse's bow crackled and the arrows whistled.

With a "poof", the back of a horse thief twenty paces ahead was pierced by a sharp arrow.

His body shook and rolled backwards off the horse.

Yang He opened his bow and threw the arrow again, and the arrow whistled away again, and nearly thirty steps in front of him, a horse thief was shot in the buttocks.

The war horse neighed violently, shook off the horse thief on its back, and then Yang He unceremoniously let the horse step over.

The sound of bones shattering was accompanied by a howl, and then they were thrown far behind the smoke.

The bowstring sounded for a while, not only Yang He archery, Jiu Ye, Qian Sanniang, but also the dart masters kept firing the bow.

They shot people or horses, and in the midst of screams, the horse thieves in front of them kept falling, or the horses were injured.

In the blink of an eye, they lost more than a dozen men and horses, which made the horse thieves even more frightened, and urged the horses to flee desperately.

Looking at the appearance of these wolves, Yang He was still wondering how the twelve horsemen of Tongzhou killed and injured more than 300 Qing soldiers.

Looking at the horse thieves fleeing for their lives in front of him, Yang He understood that this kind of frightened and fleeing centaurs were lambs who had no power to fight back, and once fear came to his heart, as long as it was a human being, he would inevitably be slaughtered by one side.

They pursued, killing and wounding three or four more horse thieves.

The rest of the thieves shouted, and suddenly they scattered and fled, no longer joining their large group.

In particular, the fierce and rough leader of the horse thieves fled to the southeast after controlling the horse, obviously ignoring the thief Zhang Fangyu and others.

Yang He and the others naturally couldn't split up to chase after him, seeing that the leader of the horse thieves was running desperately, followed by a bandit, who was already fifty steps away in an instant, and he couldn't grasp it by himself.

Yang He felt a pity in his heart, this kind of inhumane horse thief, killing one more, the goodness in the world would suffer less.

At this moment, there was a bang, and the leader of the horse thieves shook his horse, and he fell from the horse in a daze.

The horse thief beside him was startled, and before he could see the clue, there was another bang in the wilderness, and the horse thief was knocked off his horse in a daze.

Yang He looked along the smoke of gunpowder, and saw two men wearing red hats hiding in the weeds, holding bird guns in their hands, and they couldn't see their faces clearly from a distance, but they seemed to be very young, and they were also carrying large packages.

Their firearms are quite threatening, but fortunately, they look at the action, and they seem to be friends but not enemies, which makes Yang He feel a little at ease.

Qian Zhongyong, the ninth master beside him, also looked nervously, and it took a while to find the place where the gunsmoke was rising, he looked at Yang He, and the two nodded, indicating that it was harmless.

At this time, everyone was not far from the battlefield of the brigade, and it was still glued over there, and all kinds of shouts and killings continued.

Everyone looked at it, and it was soon clear that the thieves were at the end of their crossbows, and they only needed the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yang He said suddenly: "Ninth Master, let's go up, and then get off the horse and shoot, the thieves will completely collapse!" (To be continued.) )