Several empty horses were whipped hard by Liu Zhiwei, and they all went crazy, neighing and rushing forward. Horses that have gone berserk have no one to stop unless they are killed with a bow and arrow. But these horses belonged to the enemy, and they did not seem to have made up their minds to kill them, and the arrows they shot flew over Liu Zhiwei's head. Liu Zhiwei hid among the horses and rushed through the infantry array that had been scattered.

The front suddenly opened up, and Liu Zhiwei actually rushed out of the river valley. A group of ethnic minorities wearing leather robes and driving ox carts and carriages looked at the chasing horses in front of them strangely, but they did not react, Liu Zhiwei drove the horses towards the crowd, and the crowd hurriedly dodged. Because there were people in front, the pursuers behind were afraid of accidentally injuring their own people, so they hurriedly stopped shooting. Liu Zhiwei seized the opportunity to reflexively shoot two arrows in a row to kill two people, and the pursuers hurriedly lowered the horse. Only then did Liu Zhiwei turn around and urge his horse to pass through the stunned enemy, and run north against the mountain. In his memory, there should have been a military fortress over there that could provide protection.

Probably because it was dark, Liu Zhiwei shook off the pursuers. Just when he was relieved, the big black horse under his crotch suddenly went soft under his feet and fell to the ground. Liu Zhiwei habitually threw off the stirrup, rolled forward after the head guard landed, and hit a tree directly, if he was not wearing a helmet, he was afraid that he would faint directly.

Shaking his injured head for the second time, Liu Zhiwei hurriedly got up to see the big black horse, foaming at the mouth, and couldn't get up. Oh, is this the rhythm of running to death?

It's over, there are no more horses. Liu Zhiwei hurriedly touched the bow that fell out and the quiver on the horse, and a spear and two bags were hung on the horse, and then he crossed a small river and went up the mountain. It's not safe to walk at night, so now let's hide in the mountains all night.

In the evening, cavalry came to cross the river, but did not search the mountains and left. Liu Zhiwei didn't dare to sleep, so he could only find a leeward place to squint for a while.

Holding his bow and arrows and nesting in the dry grass, he had time to think about the day. His memory was interrupted by the explosion, and before that he was only a technician, although he had gritted his teeth and spent money with his children to learn archery and horseback riding in order to cultivate his "qualities", but it was impossible to shoot a target on a galloping horse or jump easily from one horse to another while a horse was galloping.

Why are you so brave today? Is it really that the desire to survive is too strong?

Obviously not, this ability to shoot arrows on horseback should be possessed by the owner of his current body. This master's name is Li Buqi, and it will be two months before he reaches fifteen, but he is already big and round, and he is skilled in bowing horses. No way, who made his father a Great Song Forbidden Army?

The selection requirements of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army are very demanding, not only the entry standard of the infantry must be able to open a strong bow with five buckets, but also there are requirements for height and appearance, so the horse army of the Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army must be tall and mighty, and the genes are not bad.

Originally, when the father of the forbidden army was there, one person's salary could support the family, and the old lady made some embroidery to sell, and the family's life was not bad, and she could still provide for Cong to study. However, the Great Song Dynasty and the Western Xia went to war, and the troops to which the father belonged were sent to the Yanyan Road, and they injured their legs and face in the battle.

The Great Song Dynasty Forbidden Army has high requirements for appearance, so Dad was kicked out of the Forbidden Army. The Great Song Dynasty's compensatory compensation for the wounded and retired officers and soldiers was a joke, forcing some who could still move to become thieves. The family had no source of livelihood, so Dad had to let Li Bu's second brother take his place.

Unexpectedly, the second brother was also sent to the Northwest Front, and he died a year ago, Li Buqi's eldest brother died early, and now there is only one child left in the family. The Great Song Dynasty's pension for the soldiers is like that, after a few hands, there is not much in the hands after the goose is plucked, and there is no way to live by counting on that little pension. But the father of the forbidden army, because there was a fortune teller for Li Buqi in the past, calculated it was Wenquxing's life, and he was lame and carried work for others to provide for Li Buqi to take the Jinshi exam.

Li Buqi is also a filial person, and he can't see his parents suffering, so he wants to find something to earn some money. Since he was a child, he could only do two things, riding a horse and archery and reading. Now that he has no financial source to study, he ruthlessly begged his classmates to pretend to be seventeen years old and join the army to join the army at the deputy capital of Huanqing Road, and deploy Ren Fu's subordinates to do a book office, thinking of finding an opportunity to make meritorious service and get a pen and reward money before going back to study. Because he tried his best to express himself, two months ago, by chance, Ren Fu saw that he was skilled in arching and horses, and knew arithmetic and writing, so he kept him by his side, and promised that if he did well, he would let him write wittily.

After that, he participated in two battles with Ren Fu, but this time he was ambushed in the Haoshui River, and more than 10,000 troops fell into the siege of the Tanguts. He rushed left and right with Ren Fu, and was constantly sent to give orders in all directions, and finally when he gave orders to a force, that force was surrounded by the enemy, and he had to break through with this force. After a fierce battle, the army was completely wiped out, and he was wounded and dismounted in the battle.

It was probably because the elite of Western Xia annihilated the Song army there that they moved closer to other places where there were battles, leaving only a few auxiliaries to clean up the battlefield, so Liu Zhiwei could rush out intact.

Obviously, the original owner of this body, Li Buqi, has sacrificed his life for the Great Song Dynasty, and now it is Liu Zhiwei from the 21st century who occupies this body. But since Liu Zhiwei doesn't know how to come to this world, he definitely can't return to the original world for a while - even if he goes back, he will only be blown up into a mess of minced meat - so Liu Zhiwei can only stay in this crazy world to live, which depends on the name Li Buqi, after all, he has an identity.

Now what Li Buqi or Liu Zhiwei wants to do is to flee to the victory village in the north, and if it is not captured by the Tanguts, he can also provide him with refuge.

There was a little bit of jerky and cakes in the horse bag of the Tangut people, and a little bit of sour and bad wine, and Li Buqi devoured it cleanly. There was a little heat on his body, so he carefully took off the armor on his body, this thing was too heavy, and he would be tired to death if he wore it to climb the mountain.

There is a pit in the helmet, and it is estimated that this time it took the life of the real Li Buqi. There were several wounds on his body, but fortunately they were not deep. Look at the nail leaf behind it is broken by Ming Di, and the arrow penetrates at least two centimeters, fortunately it is still very thick in the spring, and it is estimated that the wound on the back is not big.

In this era, there is no iodine wine disinfection or anything, and there is no tetanus vaccine, so it's better not to get infected.

I wrapped myself in two horse bags, shivered in the cold wind all night, and when the sun came out, I moved my body to identify the direction and continue north.

It is said that the seventeen or eighteen-year-old is incomplete, and yesterday he shot dozens of arrows with his bow and brandished a big knife to charge, and today this body is only sore up and down, and he has not been paralyzed from exhaustion, so he cannot but say that it is an anomaly. Crossing into such a strong body is also a blessing in misfortune.