When there were only screams and moans in his ears, Mo Xiang reached out and wiped the things on his face, and put it in front of him, sure enough, his palms were stained with blood, and he already knew what was going on in his heart, but Mo Xiang still got up and looked at him.

After this attack, only three or four of the pro-soldiers brought by Mo Xiang were intact, they were all leaning on the left, and they reacted in time and successfully dodged the attack, but the rest of the pro-soldiers were not so lucky, and they were pierced by the fallen bamboo frames, with varying injuries and blood.

The lightly injured person was only scratched by sharp points and cut his skin, and the seriously injured person had his intestines pierced through his stomach and rotted, his body hung on a bamboo frame, unable to move, and the sound of moans and screams was also accompanied by the flow of blood in his body, which gradually became inaudible.

If the death of those attendants before did not move Mo Xiang in the slightest, then these personal soldiers who followed him to the battlefield made him extremely painful.

Mo Xiang, whose eyes were red, trembled slightly and looked at the soldiers hanging on the bamboo frame, quite unbearable and sad, but now that the enemy has not retreated, it is impossible to give these brothers timely help, that is to say, they can only die in such pain.

"Give your brothers a ride, and don't let them continue to suffer." Mo Xiang suddenly drew his sword, and his eyes struggled to look at the brothers and ordered.

"Lord Commander, no, they can still be saved." One of the soldiers pleaded with red eyes and kneeling on his knees.

Hearing this, Mo Xiang was silent, just sighed, and ended the life of the dying soldier next to him with a sword, and the answer was already self-evident.

"No, Lord Commander, please, save them....."

The pro-soldier still wanted to plead, but was stopped by another pro-soldier beside him, patted him on the shoulder in a heavy tone and said: "Brother, the enemy is now, they have no time to treat them, rather than let them die in pain, it is better to give them a ride." ”

"Brothers, go well! Let's go! ”

The pleading soldiers raised their heads to the sky and yelled a few times, rushed forward, stabbed straight to the point, and quickly put an end to those brothers who had no time to be treated, and those who were only wounded and did not need immediate treatment were supported by the rest of the remaining soldiers.

"Knock knock."

Before Mo Xiang and his subordinates could send those brothers who were soulless in medicine stones to end their suffering, three shield soldiers appeared at both ends of the corridor, raising their shields in a neat and orderly manner, and when they were less than ten steps away from Mo Xiang's position, the six shield soldiers stopped, stood with their bows, and stood on the ground with their wide shields, forming a trap momentum, uniting those bamboo frames, and surrounding Mo Xiang and others.

"Whose power are you? Dare to invade the territory of our army, have you ever thought about the consequences? Mo Xiang asked in a solemn voice.

Now I don't know how many enemy troops there are, but the strength of Mo Xiang's side has been extremely weak, and the only way now is to delay, and wait until the soldiers and horses from the outside world notice that something is wrong, and when the army comes to help, it is the time to counterattack.

However, the defensive front composed of Mo Shuyan's men, shield soldiers and joint forces did not mean to simply besiege Mo Xiang and others, but just to wait for the arrival of another group of companions.

The team members still adhere to the basic principles taught by Mo Shuyan, don't talk if you can, don't answer if you can, and don't answer if you can, no one pays attention to Mo Xiang at all, and if you delay or something, it will be completely eradicated from the root.

At the moment of the stalemate, the six archers finally arrived late, more than a foot apart from the corridor, took their bows and arrows, and aimed at Mo Xiang and the others through the gap in the bamboo frame.

"Not good."

Exclaiming, Mo Xiang took the lead in slashing at the bamboo frame in front of him with his sword, intending to break through this place before the archers attacked.

"Woohoo."

"Bang."

The sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air sounded almost at the same time as the loud sound of the bamboo frame being cut off and falling to the ground.

Although there was a place to escape, the six sharp arrows had already shot at Mo Xiang in unison, as long as Mo Xiang was killed, those pro-soldiers would not spend much effort.

"Dangdangdang."

The horizontal sword was in front, and Mo Xiang, who had retreated a few steps, was able to block the attacking arrows, and he also suffered some skin injuries on his body, which was not in the way, and as soon as he was relieved, Mo Xiang rushed towards the gap again, wanting to escape from the corridor first, so as to completely exert his hands and feet.

The shield soldiers on both sides were already inadvertently approaching the middle, and behind the shield soldiers, the pincer team composed of spearmen and deputy commanders was already ready to attack, just waiting for Mo Xiang and the others to compress their activity space, and completely take them down.

The soldiers behind Mo Xiang also reacted, and roared and launched an attack on the bamboo frame, wanting to distract the attention of the archers and create an opportunity for Mo Xiang to break out of the encirclement.

The second and third rounds of arrows came one after another, but they gave up on Mo Xiang and shot at those pro-soldiers.

"Retreat." Mo Xiang turned his head and shouted.

At this time, Mo Xiang finally understood that these archers were attacking him with all their might, completely creating an illusion, and the real purpose was to solve the few personal soldiers around him.

Even though Mo Xiang reminded his subordinates as soon as he reacted, he still couldn't save anything, those pro-soldiers didn't have the strength of Mo Xiang, and they were hit by one or two arrows and fell to the ground.

"Rush."

With the order of the deputy commander of the Changfeng team, the encirclement on both sides quickly shrank towards Mo Xiang.

Seeing this, Mo Xiang dared to hesitate, so he could only jump out of the broken bamboo frame with his heart, roll for a few weeks, and want to step forward to kill those archers.

However, when Mo Xiang raised his head, where was the figure of the archer in front of him, only three imposing men remained, staring at him cautiously.

These three people are the respective captains of the three squads, Leng Ya Zhang Ji, Changfeng Hu Zhen, Tie Chi Fan Chou, once Mo Xiang gets out of trouble, they will take over and work together to deal with Mo Xiang, so as to minimize the loss.

"Poof..... Lord Commander...... Withdraw ......"

There was a terrible shout behind him, Mo Xiang turned his head to look, his eyes were split in an instant, and after the encirclement was closed, swords and guns came out together, killing all the wounded and fallen soldiers, leaving no one alive.

Taking advantage of this stall, Zhang Jike did not waste this opportunity, and slashed at Mo Xiang's neck.

Grasp all the opportunities and do everything possible to get rid of the goal, which is the criterion of all the three squads, those one-on-one, and try to promote personal ability, can be avoided, this is also the team principle taught by Mo Shuyan.

"Get out."

Mo Xiang turned around suddenly, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his eyes were bloodshot, he roared and raised his sword to block Zhang Ji's attack, and then kicked Zhang Ji in the chest, kicking him directly out.