The Tubo guards blocking the bridgehead were rushed by the startled horses, and a gap immediately appeared, and the first to rush onto the bridge was Yang Pre.

As soon as he got on the bridge, he jumped off his horse, let go of the reins, untied the quiver from his horse's back, and with a slap of the back of his sword, drove his mount and the horse behind him across the bridge.

is about to face the pursuit of the Tibetans, and without horses, there is no way to escape.

Immediately after that, his body turned, the saber in his hand was bitten in his mouth, and he quickly took the bow in his hand, wound the arrow, and pointed at the oncoming enemy, his eyes narrowed into a slit, his arm was evenly forced, and the bowstring was slowly pulled apart, forming a full moon.

Yang Huzi not only refers to his good feet and fast running, but also a fast arrow with excellent accuracy.

Liu Ji's left hand rattan brand and right hand spear, swept away, forced several enemy foot soldiers to retreat, only to hear the shout of "ahhhh

"Dismount!"

He didn't need to be reminded by his companions, he took advantage of this opportunity to quickly fall into the saddle, the wind kept ringing, each time taking away a life, and his companions were using bows and arrows to cover themselves.

After landing, although he was a little reluctant, Liu Ji still poked down on the butt of the war horse, and the horse ran away with his hooves under the pain, and rushed to the Tubo foot soldiers who surrounded him, causing a burst of chaos.

This gap will not be very long, the two of them turned around and went to the bridge very tacitly, and he stepped on the bridge board in heavy armor, as if stepping into cotton from the solid ground, and suddenly felt a shaking.

However, at this time, where can there be so much control, Liu Ji struggled to stride forward, "kicking" and following behind.

One arrow and a hundred steps is the length of this rattan bridge, and at the training ground, this distance, even if he is fully armed, it will take him less than 20 seconds, which is almost 20 breaths.

I never thought 20 seconds would be so long.

Finally, the bridge was in sight, Yang Yu in front of him suddenly stopped, and he almost crashed into it when he couldn't stop, and at the same time, there was a long mournful roar in front of him, and among the two horses running in front, the first one fell suddenly, knocking the rattan bridge to shake.

As soon as Liu Ji raised his head, he understood what was happening, the bridgehead in front of him was black, and at least a hundred enemies blocked the way.

No wonder the bridgehead was easily rushed away, and the enemy fought with the idea of gathering on the bridge!

The noise behind him is getting louder and louder, seeing that he is facing the same dilemma again, this time, there are no mountains and forests for him to maneuver around, in a desperate situation, full of courage, Liu Ji took a deep breath, strode forward, and his heavy footsteps made the bridge "creak".

"I'll come."

Without hesitation, he squeezed over and protected Yang Yu and the rest of the horses behind him.

Facing the feather arrows flying by the "whoosh", Liu Ji struggled forward, rushed into the enemy formation with a few ups and downs, several arrows had been inserted in the rattan card in his left hand, and the thin spear in his right hand was danced into a circle by him, and split into the body of a Tibetan archer.

With the momentum, the tip of the spear pierced the hapless archer, and then pushed to the next one, and the archers in the front row of the enemy, who were only wearing light armor, lost the advantage of distance, and were suddenly rushed away by him.

When the spear in his hand had no more room for strength, he immediately let go of his hand, and as soon as he lowered his head to avoid the stabbing of several long soldiers, he had to pull out the war knife on his waist.

There are not many tricks to speak of in this kind of hard-hitting cold weapon group fight, there seems to be a rebellious soul quietly awakened in his body, his adrenal hormones have increased sharply, his blood is boiling, and he screams and roars out.

"Death!"

The sound of the "whirring" wind accompanied by the light of the sword, blooming around him, striking the crowd with outnumbered, the fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, Liu Ji had never killed someone so happily, the war knife opened and closed in his hand, and everyone was invincible.

In Yang Yu's eyes, that kind of wielding was unruly, just relying on a heavy armor and brute force, it couldn't last at all, but the effect was good, and he saw that the crowd had been washed away.

The opportunity was fleeting, behind them, those defenders had already solved the surprise of the horses, and were swarming in, Yang Yu saw at a glance that the horses in front of him were tied to the backs of several skins, some of which were for food, some for water, and one for their trip.

With a thought, he untied the bag, and without looking at it, he threw it backwards with his backhand.

The bag "slammed" on the bridge deck, a large number of coins rolled out of the mouth, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun, and the Tubo soldiers who rushed to the top stopped one after another, and when they found that it was not a hidden weapon, but a property, all their eyes showed greed.

Seizing this rare opportunity, Yang Pre put the wooden bow on his body, turned over and jumped on his mount, stepping on the trembling rattan bridge, adding up his speed little by little.

"Gorou, grab so-and-so's hand." A few paces away, he shouted loudly, and at the same time crouched on his horse's back and stretched out his hand.

Liu Ji, who was able to kill, threw away the rattan card in his hand, grabbed the hand of his companion, kicked his feet violently, flew on the horse's back, and the war knife in his right hand swung out a semicircular circle of light, forcing several Tubo people who were approaching to retreat.

"Drive!"

Yang Yu shouted in his mouth, and the war horse carried two heavy bodies, struggled forward, and staggered out from the opening.

On the vine bridge, the part of the Tibetan defenders who were chasing after them was about to arrive, and they had no choice but to see them off with sparse bows and arrows, just like the former.

About an hour later, when Xi Dongzan arrived at the bank of the Poyi River with more than a thousand light horses, even the shadows of the two could not be seen, and the more than ten corpses placed on the ground aroused his interest, and he squatted on the ground to look at them one by one, and did not let go of even the three dead horses.

Several centurions followed him nervously, all waiting for the thunderous wrath.

The bridgehead guarded by hundreds of people was actually rushed by two Tang people, maybe they would be like the dead underground, and when Xi Dongzan stood up, a smile appeared on his face, and the situation was even more strange and he didn't even dare to come out.

"When you patrol the other side of the river in the past few days, have you found any traces of the Tang people?"

Several people couldn't help but look at each other when they heard this, no one expected him to ask this.

A man at the head was pushed out, and replied after considering the words: "Xidong praises the nobles, except for the spies who discovered the Tang people that day, it has been several months, and no Tang people have appeared. ”

"They're two people and one horse? Are you sure, how long have you been gone. ”

"Venerable Dongben, we dare not deceive you, they originally had four horses, but we killed three of them, and two of them rode on the same horse and walked for less than five moments."

Five quarters, that is, an hour of the Tang people, Xi Dongzan has a number in his heart, and he can't care about these people anymore, for him, whether these two people escape or not, the result is the same.

"Get on the horse and cross the bridge."

Xi Dongzan stepped onto his horse, and the more than 1,000 light horsemen behind him, like him, left behind his tired mount, and slowly crossed the vine bridge in a single column, heading towards the Tang controlled area opposite, that is, the land of Xiaobolu, which had been occupied five years earlier.

From a gap of four hours to an hour, Xi Dongzan believed that no matter what, it was impossible for the target to travel without sleep, even if the horse was exhausted to death.

He didn't necessarily have a chance.