What came out of the dense forest, and those who were desperately running in front were the Wudang martial artists who had just slipped through the net.

The one who chased after him silently was-

Hula, seeing the officers and soldiers chasing the soldiers clearly, they jumped up almost reflexively, and without saying a word, followed the martial artists, like rabbits on the hillside.

"Break in, break thieves, haven't they already killed all the way to Wuchang and Chang?"

The Lord Qianhu, who was still immersed in the dream of making a fortune, couldn't turn his mind at all at this moment, holding his long sword, and stared blankly at the thieves who were slashing people's heads.

Fortunately, there were a few good diehards around me, and I instinctively followed and ran a few steps, thinking that something was wrong, and turned back, grabbed it and ran away:

"Hurry up, my lord, it's important to save your life!"

Zhao Youtian was in a hurry, struggled to get up with his legs, and shouted at the top of his throat:

"Lord Gao, Grandpa Gao, I don't want you to save my life, helping me pull the rope is a great grace, Lord Gao, Lord Gao, Lord Gao, ......"

It's a pity that at this moment, where is there anyone to answer him, and the people who run past him don't even have time to look at him, let alone help him loosen his ties.

In the blink of an eye, a knife shadow, with the sound of the wind, slashed down without surprise.

Zhao Youtian is a master in the end, he rolled to dodge the big knife, his legs alternated, his arms behind his back, and he kicked up, and jumped directly out of a few zhang away.

But soon, the whirring sword slashed at the buttocks.

Damn, this thief is really good, even the little soldiers are so fierce, I'm afraid the world will ......

Zhao Youtian closed his eyes, suddenly turned around, shouted, his eyes widened angrily, and he was unexpectedly frightened by the pursuers.

Between the electric volcanoes, he hit it with a flying knee, directly stunting a rogue, followed by a head hammer, knocking over a person, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the third thief.

No matter how fierce the thief is, he will come with a breath of anger after all. Seeing his partners fall one by one, leaving him alone, he was a little stunned, looking at the fierce man in front of him, holding the knife and fixing his body, he didn't dare to move easily.

Zhao Youtian smiled, and suddenly felt that there was a trace of courage back on his body, and he was about to take advantage of the situation, but this little soldier suddenly heard a gust of wind in his ears, and he was just about to dodge, and a feather arrow trembled and shot into his leg bone with its feather tail.

After a while, a black-faced young man, carrying a bow and arrow, came over, stopped the posture of the soldier cutting off his head, and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth:

"Tie up, clean up the official army, and come back to see what he can do!"

Gao Fei ran, and finally saw his big green mule in the distance, and couldn't help but rejoice in the thought before he set off.

In the entire Qianhu Institute, except for Qianhu who has a war horse, he is the only one who has a big green mule. The wealthy 100 households have some donkeys as a substitute. This time, if he hadn't thought about robbing the big fat sheep, he would definitely have a lot of property to carry the animals, and he wouldn't have easily led out this precious big green mule.

However, when his eyes turned black and he finally ran to the front, he sent a stream of thieves, and at some point he actually penetrated to the rear, directly forming a front and back attack, and he didn't feel that his soul was scattered.

Looking at it again, he simply sat on the ground.

He didn't have the strength to run anymore.

Besides, there are very few people running around the mountains and fields, and there are no longer figures wearing tattered but bright red mandarin duck battle jackets.

The next moment, his tears slowly flowed out with the smell of urine in his crotch.

"Run, wow, you give Lao Tzu another run!"

A black, thin, black, thin thief leader came over panting, stared at Gao Fei with the handle of the knife for a long time, then turned the handle of the knife and slammed it on his head.

Before a stream of pus and blood could come out, the Lord of the Thousand Households rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

A minion ran a few steps, picked up the big green mule, and walked back in surprise:

"Lao Tzu has made a fortune, although the young general has horses, but his pro-army team has no horses, offer it, maybe Lao Tzu can also be a pro-soldier, haha!"

Before he finished speaking, he found that the little leader in the distance was looking at him, his expression was like seeing a ghost, and he was in shock, and just about to turn back, he felt that his throat was itching, and when he reached out and touched it, it was a shiny arrow, and before he could scream, he fell to the ground and died.

"Kill—"

The black and thin little leader was still very brave, threw away the high flying in his hand, raised his knife and shouted, and in the blink of an eye, he gathered many thieves around him, and rushed head-on in the direction where the arrow was fired.

Wen Dao wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't laugh for the first time under this most real scene.

Are there many dead people in this mountain?

Compared with the imaginary thousands of troops, the deaths and injuries of hundreds of people in front of him are really not much.

But the non-resistance of the officials and soldiers, and the courage of the thieves, made him suddenly feel a little stuck in his throat.

There is even a kind of nameless fire, scurrying between the chest and abdomen.

"Kill—"

In the blink of an eye, this group of seventy or eighty thieves who were at the forefront shouted wildly again, and they were already close at hand.

"Childe-"

Everyone was trembling with nervousness, if it weren't for the arrow that Shan Wazi had just pierced through the throat, would they also be like the official army, turning around and running around?

Wendao knew that although he had enough protection to support the bottom, he could give an order at this time.

However, he still didn't want to.

This is the first time, and there will be countless more firsts in the future.

Even if he took the risk, he had to test his rabble, and at the same time, he would have to test his courage when he actually killed.

One hundred meters.

Ninety meters.

With a whoosh, I don't know whom, shot the first arrow, but it flew aimlessly.

The knife did not move.

He knew that from the first arrow shot without a password, it would be superfluous to say anything. The rabble, having done this, is not easy.

Next, let's free diffuse......

Wen Dao held the gun, and immediately pressed the twelve hot weapons around him, and then heard one crossbow arrow after another in his ears, and in just a few breaths, there was no one standing dozens of meters away.

"Hahaha......"

The pro-soldiers burst into laughter.

Immediately after, there was a sudden burst of crying:

"Ahhh......h

Is it real?

Wen Dao shook his head, and felt an endless sense of nothingness coming over him.

Is it ethereal?

Wen Dao shook his head vigorously, feeling that he actually wanted to cry loudly.

Thirty meters, just thirty meters away, almost within reach, the little leader of the black and thin black thief soldiers who rushed to the front, full of arrows, his eyes were wide open, like a hedgehog that had exploded the spikes all over his body, motionless.

Only the wind, blowing in gusts, blew a lock of his black hair in the blood-colored dust.

"Kill—"

However, another killing sound shook the surrounding valleys.

With the shouting of killing, a flag was raised not far away, and a big "Zhang" character was clearly written on it.