The fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind helped the fire, and in a short period of time, the fire had spread rapidly, and the entire camp of the Rahab had been surrounded by the fire, and under the desperate red light, there was a constant splash of bright red blood in the screams of the voice.

And all of this fell so clearly into Hezha's eyes, making his eyes turn blood-red! He and a few of his clansmen had to get on their horses to join the battle, but in the face of the enemies who rushed to them, the scrambled crowd was obviously unable to react, and they were cut off their horses one after another.

Seeing two of his clansmen at a loss for what to do with the enemy who was killing them, Hezha quickly hurried his horse over after freeing himself from the entanglement of one of them, trying to save them. But he was still half a step slower after all, and with a snort, the knife had slashed diagonally into the side neck of one of them, and in the middle of a sudden interruption, a human head flew into the air......

Then, the other man was also knocked down by the horse in an instant, and the cavalryman only bent down, and the knife in his hand was quickly stabbed into the chest of the man on the ground, stabbing him to death on the spot.

A similar image was repeated around Hezha, who tried to come to the rescue, but could not make it to him, so he had to rush to the nearest cavalryman in a desperate and angry roar, and fight him desperately.

Hezha is indeed worthy of being the first fierce general of the Lahe Division, even in this situation, he is still unstoppable, and he has killed six or seven unsuspecting enemies several times, but the surrounding situation has completely lost control.

By this time, this late-night raid had completely degenerated into a one-sided slaughter, and no matter how brave he was, even if he had three heads and six arms, he could not save the situation at all. His bravery quickly attracted the attention of everyone around him, and when several cavalrymen rushed forward killed him one by one, the enemies behind him also became wise.

After hearing only a few greetings, someone drew his bow and arrows, and hurled sharp arrows at him. Although Hezha reacted well, the mount under him was not so flexible after all, only one round of shooting, he had been hit by three arrows in his body, and the war horse under his crotch was inserted with seven or eight feather arrows, which had gradually lost his support, and he was about to fall to the ground.

When Hezha found this, he quickly exerted his strength on his waist and tried to jump off the horse. But at this moment, three black shadows flew from the left, right and rear at the same time, and wrapped around his neck and two arms at once. It was a lasso, and at the same time that Hezha understood, the few zip line men had already pulled with all their might.

With a muffled snort, Hezha, who was already weak from constant fighting, shook his body and fell directly from his horse.

Seeing him fall off his horse, the spirits of the surrounding enemies were lifted, and many people rushed forward at the first time, quickly surrounded him, and some people rushed over and tied him tightly.

And with Hezha's mistaken capture, the Lama completely lost the last person who could resist. People are constantly being killed, even Hehu'er and others, who also died in this sudden attack, and I am afraid that no one will be able to turn out their bodies after dawn.

But even so, these enemies had no intention of stopping, and the killing continued, screaming and screaming, and the heads were rolling, and the blood was like a rushing river. Everyone knows that from this moment on, the Lama will be completely removed from the grassland.

Many people die with deep fear and resentment, and they have only one thought in their hearts until they die. Why did he and his people end up in such a miserable situation?

But by this time, it is no longer possible for anyone to know the root cause of all this, and perhaps only the person who started it will really know what caused this tragedy.

Lu Zhen had already led the horse to the front alertly when the chaos broke out, because he had heard it clearly before, this attack was only killed by people on the left and right and in the rear, and the front was the safest.

By the time the arrow arrived, he was some distance from the area, thus ensuring his own safety. But he still did not dare to relax in the slightest, and did not get on the horse and run away, but continued to lead the horse forward at a speed that was not too fast, and looked from afar, because there were horses in the way, and others would only think that it was an escaped horse.

Lu Zhen knows his own ability too well, if he is bent on running for his life and galloping on horseback, I am afraid that he will not be able to rush too far, and he will be noticed. And with the riding skill of his three-legged cat, let alone dodging the arrows that might come at him, no matter which Mongolian cavalry wanted to chase, he would not be able to escape.

So the only option is to rely on the surrounding night as a cover and leave this area quietly.

And the massacre and arson that followed really helped him, because the shouting and fighting of the people of the Raha tribe there, coupled with the fact that the station was burned red, the area ahead became more and more dark, and Lu Jin, who was in the middle of it and was only moving slowly, did not attract anyone's attention at all.

And Lu Jin's ears, who were bent on moving forward, were constantly filled with all kinds of terrifying screams, among which the screams were particularly piercing, making his heart continue to tighten.

He didn't look back, but he knew very well that the screams were coming from someone from the Rahab. Thinking of the tragic scenes of these men, women, and children who had been respectful to him and kept calling themselves divine envoys were killed, he also felt a sense of guilt in his heart, after all, this was caused by him.

But this did not make Lu Jin's footsteps stop for a moment, he used great perseverance to force himself to continue to move forward, and at the same time silently recited a sentence in his heart: "If it is not my race, its heart will be different!" And in his mind, he kept thinking about the tragic situation of Xie Laoqi and other Han compatriots who were killed by them, telling himself that this was just revenge.

After such a journey, the screams were already much quieter, and estimating the distance, he had already walked a mile or two, and Lu Zhen felt that it was time to speed up. Having made up his mind, he turned back to the horse, and with one hand, he pressed on the horse's back, and it was already flipped up delicately.

During this period of time in the Lahebu, Lu Zhen was not completely in vain, at least he had made great progress in riding, such neat means of getting on the horse, and then quickly shaking the reins and urging the mount to run with force, but all learned from the Mongolian herdsmen.

Another major improvement is the maturity of the mind, at this time Lu Jinbi was much calmer when he first arrived in this world. Although it has only been two months, he has experienced too many lives and deaths, he has seen people die and killed people, which is not the experience that the college student in the later generations can get.

So when he got on the horse, Lu Zhen did not hesitate, and resolutely rode his horse forward, he must leave this place as soon as possible, and then find the right direction and return to the Central Plains when it is safe.

But he still looked down on the Mengren behind him. Just now, because they were bent on slaughtering the people of the Rah, they didn't pay attention to the movement in front of them. And now, as Hezha and the others were killed or captured one after another, many people had their hands free and began to look around. At this time, Lu Zhen suddenly rode his horse and galloped, which naturally alarmed many people.

"There are still those who have slipped through the net!" Everyone was stunned, and then a few people chased after them. No one demanded that they kill all the people of the Rahab, but the cleaner the better, and if they found a fugitive, someone would try to hunt them down.

Lu Jin's judgment was quite correct, even if he had opened a distance of one or two miles from these guys, but once the other party chased after him, the distance between the two sides was still rapidly shortened, and soon he heard the sound of horses' hooves urging him, and his heart suddenly tightened.

If he was caught up by these guys this time, he wouldn't have had the same good luck as a few months ago to save his life. So the only thing he could do now was to urge the horse to run as fast as he could, and throw off the pursuers.

Having made up his mind, he clamped the horse's belly more and more firmly with his legs, and pressed his body more tightly against the horse's back, while shaking the reins with his right hand vigorously, and struck the horse a few times with his left hand, urging it to hurry, faster!

The horse under the crotch was also very humane this time, and seemed to feel Lu Jin's anxiety, and his speed increased again, jumping forward like an arrow off the string.

And once this horse speed was raised, Lu Zhen above felt a little unstable. No matter how good his riding skills are, he is only a rookie after all, and he doesn't have the ability to ride a horse like a real herdsman. So in the end, he could only put his hands around the horse's neck tightly, barely allowing himself to fall off it. As for controlling the direction or something, it is already impossible at this time.

But it really worked. Originally, the pursuers behind him had arrived only about three hundred meters away, but as soon as the horse accelerated, the distance between the two sides was stretched to Rich.

Seeing this, several pursuers were also helpless. They knew very well that this was because they pursued them overnight, and then another killing assault consumed a lot of horsepower. And the further you chase back, the more you will be distanced by the people in front!

Thinking of this, instead of whipping their horses to speed, they slowed them down, and then several of them took out their bows and aimed at the target in front of them.

They had already seen that Lu Jin's horsemanship was very poor, so they decided to shoot him directly with their bows and arrows, because it seemed that it was impossible for him to dodge the arrows coming from behind him in such a galloping situation.

Without the slightest stagnation, several sharp arrows had flown out one after another, directly grabbing Lu Jin, who was the target in front. And Lu Jin's whole mind was on stabilizing his body, not bumping to the ground because of the horse's fast galloping, and he didn't care about the movement behind him at all.

It wasn't until the arrow was only a few feet away from him that he could clearly hear the deadly sound of breaking through the air that he suddenly realized it......