There was a loud bang, and the two gates outside the mansion were suddenly pushed down, and several Tubo people who couldn't dodge were suddenly pressed down.

This sudden change made all the people in the courtyard appear in shock for a moment.

"They set fire to the city and kill everyone."

Similar calls were made from all over the place, and the rumors had become true in such a situation, that even Shang Jiezan, a wise man, did not know for a moment how to react.

Shi Chongzhi was surrounded by his own guards, and in front of him was a group of local soldiers, who had returned from the fire area, and all of them were blackened by smoke and fire, except for a pair of bright eyes, which looked like a group of wild beasts.

"Kill the Tibetans!"

The remnants of the leaders in the courtyard shouted loudly, those soldiers were originally their subordinates, and they saw the self-chief official being slaughtered by the Tibetans, and they were still a little suspicious, but this time it was all confirmed.

"Kill the Tibetans and save the head."

Several officers in the ranks of the local soldiers immediately gave orders, and the brigade rushed in along the open courtyard gate, and the situation was reversed in an instant, and the Tubo people were caught off guard by the sudden change, and when several leaders were rescued, more people rushed in, and the courtyard was crowded.

If you want to talk about one-on-one, these guards of Shang Jiezan, not to mention one to fight ten, hit three is not a big problem, but in this kind of situation where people are beaten by people, it is not easy to use any skills, the Tubo people are frustrated, and the Bolu people are trying to survive, but everyone is ruthless, and the number of people is superior.

"Dashang, you go first, the small ones block them."

Thinking that the result would be easy for them, the captain of the guard, who had not made a move, saw that the situation was not good, drew his saber, and without waiting for the master to answer, he rushed straight to the nearest Bolu man.

Choji Gyaltsen finally waited for his own people to come to help, and was fighting back, planning to counterattack back, but a white light came down, and the cold sword wind was fast and fast, and he subconsciously slashed sideways.

There was a "bell" on the ground, only to feel a shock to my arm, numb as if it was not my own, and the knife came out of my hand, and I didn't know where to go.

"Die!"

The captain of the Tubo people shouted, strode forward, and raised the saber again, but Ji Jian had to retreat again and again, how could he not escape the pursuit of the other party, seeing that the sword light was coming again, he stretched out his hand to block it, and this time it was a bloody little arm that flew out.

"Ahh

He fell to the ground in pain, rolling around with his broken arm, and the Tibetan people laughed fiercely and slashed down with blood-colored sabers.

"Shoot arrows, save people."

Shi Chongzhi, who was standing behind him, saw it clearly, and urged urgently, and the Tibetan man who was originally blocked by Keji Gyaltsen's own body had already appeared in front of him very clearly.

There were a few soft sounds.

The arrows were released by both his guards and Bolu archers, and the arrows came faster than the sword light, and the Tubo people had to return to the knife to block, and they were hit by a few arrows at once, but he was wearing heavy armor, which didn't seem to have much impact.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several Bolu soldiers rushed forward desperately, forcing him to retreat again and again, seeing that the Bolu man who had fallen to the ground had been snatched back.

"Kill them all, I have a reward!"

Choji Gyaltsen, who had a broken forearm, endured the trauma that hurt into the bone marrow, and his teeth were gritted so loudly that hatred came out like fire.

Now it is not a matter of choice, but a matter of life and death, once these Tubo people escape, maybe they will come back with a large army, no matter what the considerations, he will never let go again.

As the prestigious local leader of the city, his words had a great appeal, and countless Brü soldiers rushed past him, and faster than they were, flying locust arrows, and the Breud were mainly the work of light infantry and archers in the army of the Tibetans.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the captain of Tubo did not need to count, but also understood that there were less than thirty people left under his men, which was exactly the number of the previous Bolu people, and the besieging them were four or five hundred, and what was even worse was that the ubiquitous arrows, even if they were wearing heavy armor, could not withstand this kind of fire.

"Block, block, Dashang will avenge us!"

He shouted as he swung his saber and cut down one of the approaching Brutes, and before he could breathe, more enemies pounced.

If you don't work hard, you can't do it, the Bolu people are red-eyed, and they fall into their hands, they are afraid that it will be more uncomfortable than death, even if they can escape back, this kind of behavior will bring boundless shame to the clansmen, and there will always be a fox tail hanging in front of their own door, the captain is right, as long as Dashang can escape, he will definitely avenge them and kill all these lowly Bolu people.

No matter how heroic they were, the battle ended quickly, and the Tibetan captain still had a breath, his limbs were cut off by several knives, and his body was covered with wounds.

Under the escort of his own soldiers, Choji Gyaltsen, who was simply bandaged, walked up the steps step by step, and the whole step was full of dead bodies, that is, there were Tibetans, and there were many Bolu people.

"Bah,."

The captain of Tubo, who fell to the ground, showed a disdainful expression, but unfortunately his strength was not enough, and a mouthful of blood only spit out to his feet.

Choji Gyaltsen looked at it without saying a word, and this Tubo man, who had bent his knees to curry favor, stretched out his intact hand and handed a saber to his hand.

"You shameless Tibetans will be devoured by wild dogs after death, and you will never cease to be the people of the gods."

Chokyi Gyaltsen uttered the most vicious incantation, slashing down with his saber and severing the thick neck of the opponent, he bent down, grabbed the braid and lifted it up, raised it high, and shouted with all his strength.

"Chase, no one left!"

The main owner is still on the run.

There were only three guards left with Shang Jiezan, and they did not immediately flee to the back door, but went to the stable, and the Bolu people obviously would not let them go, and without horses, they could not escape far.

Untie the horses, each of them led one more, four people and eight horses, and quietly went out through the back door of the official residence, fortunately, the number of the Bolu people was not enough to surround such a large courtyard, maybe they didn't realize that no matter what, several people were relieved.

Stepping on the horse with the help of the guards, Shang Jiezan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, the girl's knife was not fatal, because the blade was too short, but the pain was still inevitable, he glanced at the courtyard behind him hatefully, and whipped it on the horse.

The fire had not yet reached the area, although the movement was so great that the people of Bolu, accustomed to the silence of the night, did not dare to rush into the streets, and the street leading to the direction of Zhangxiong was quiet, only the sound of horses' hooves became clearer and clearer.

As soon as he left the city, he would be able to muster his men and wipe out all these damned rebels, Shang Jiezan thought hatefully, and suddenly, one of the guards running in front screamed and fell down suddenly.

"There are enemies!"

The other guard gave warning, and at the same time the horse under his crotch neighed and fell to the ground in pain, and Shang Jiezan could not rein in it, and almost stepped on it, and he had to pull the end of the rope sharply to avoid the guard who fell to the ground.

"簌"

There was a soft sound that broke through the air, and the body of the horse with its front hooves raised high shook, and this time even Shang Jiezan saw it, and a short iron rod shot into the horse's neck, so that it didn't even make a sound.

It's not a Bolu arrow, it's obviously a Tang crossbow arrow!

Shang Jiezan rolled to the ground with the horse, and when his mind was still clear, he thought of such a sentence.

As if to confirm his judgment, a loud singing voice sounded in the quiet night, and it sounded particularly energetic.

"Pull the bow when you are strong, yo, use the arrow as the long, shoot the man first and shoot the horse, eh, capture the thief and capture the king first."

Shang Jiezan, who fell to the ground and couldn't move, tried to keep his eyes open, and looked at the tall figure that became clearer and clearer as the song got closer and closer, and let out an irrepressible tremble.

This is the authentic Chinese dialect that could not be more authentic.