"The wind is too strong to hear clearly, no, why don't you say it again?" On the far right, Zilharang turned slightly to the left, blocking his right hand, and that hand, inadvertently, unsheathed the knife and pulled out two sharp arrows from the quiver.

"I say, Lord Belle," said Gil Harang, who leaned out and put his mouth to the left ear of Zilharang, who had already put his head out, and Zilharang leaned out of his horse and blocked him from his horse, covering his mount, "or let's withdraw..."

Before the last few words could be spoken, the horse dismounted from his crotch let out a long neigh, his right front hoof softened, and the whole horse fell to the right front side.

What's going on? I wasn't surprised, wasn't it a horse that had just been changed, why did I stumble again.

In a panic, he didn't take his legs out of the stirrups, but at the same time he threw away the knife in his hand and grabbed at Zilharang, as long as he faded out of the stirrups before the horse completely toppled over, and then borrowed some strength from Zilharang, he could land smoothly, this is the edge of the horse team, and the cavalry behind should be able to avoid themselves easily, and the danger is not great.

Zilharang was very cooperative, and his two hands did not grasp him one after the other, as if to help him.

Yes, this Lord Belle has a heart, and he is not determined, and his hands continue to stretch forward, and he is about to touch Zilharang's hand.

The left hands of the two of them could be touched together, and when they were about to hold Jilharang's left hand, Jilharang's left hand rotated slightly, shaking Libu's hand away a little distance, and then suddenly exerted force, and pushed Libu's left hand and right hand to the side together, and the front of Jilhalang was exposed.

He didn't feel that something was wrong, he didn't have time to speak, he struggled to resist, but his feet had already faded out of the stirrups, and there was no place to borrow strength, and he had no strength, but it was difficult to exert it, and he lost the opportunity, and just wanted to use brute force to bounce off Zilharang's left hand, the opponent's right hand had already arrived in front of him, and there was a sharp arrow in that hand.

"Poof!" There was a muffled sound, and the sharp arrow pierced the neck.

"You..." not only spit out half a word, but could no longer make a sound, and the strength of his whole body was like the thin snow that saw the sun, and suddenly disappeared cleanly, and his body was weak, and he fell backwards to the sky.

"No, no!" Zilharang shouted anxiously, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and with a slight shock of his hands, he did not bounce away from the slug that was next to him, and watched as the other horses fell to the ground.

"No!"

"Sagar!"

"Your Excellency!"

When they heard the sound of the horses falling to the ground and the shouts of Zilharang, they felt that something was wrong and spoke out one after another, but they could no longer respond to them.

"Lord Belle, what's wrong with Zuo Ling?" Someone asked.

The night was dark, only the faint light of Amin's torches in front of them was faintly bright, and these people were busy chasing, ignorant of what had just happened.

"Everyone be careful, someone has a cold arrow ahead." Zilharang said calmly, "I didn't notice it for a while, and I was hit by an arrow." ”

He took advantage of the darkness just now, hid the arrow in his right hand, deliberately pretended not to hear clearly, leaned forward, blocked the sight of the bird, and inserted the first arrow into the right front leg of the horse.

Then, pretending to be kind enough to help, it seemed that he was reaching out to help, but in fact, he opened his hands and plunged the second arrow into his throat, killing the person who might block his ascendancy.

"Zuo Ling has been hit by an arrow!" Someone exclaimed, all veterans, all know that in this situation of running at high speed, once an arrow is hit, what the consequences are, not to die is also seriously injured.

But there are still people who are lucky, "Why don't we stop and take a look?" ”

Zilharang secretly glared at this person, "No need, I saw with my own eyes, two cold arrows, one hit the horse, and the other... Shot in the throat. ”

"It's really evil." Someone said, it is true, this kind of chase and escape, it is late at night, the person being chased can still turn back and shoot arrows, and the archery is so sharp, two arrows will end a leader, it is really incredible.

"There's nothing evil, the other party is just lucky." Zilharang was relieved, "It's just that it's unlucky to be unlucky, everyone, work harder, continue to pursue, and be careful of cold arrows." ”

In the words, Zilharang has inadvertently begun to command people.

In their opinion, although this Baylor Lord is not a person with two yellow flags, he has been very close to them in the past, and this trip is headed by Huli Bu and him, and Huli is not gone, so it is also logical to obey this Baylor.

Zilharang drove his horse forward, completely relieved, and finally could use this soldier and horse without constraints, as for the casualties, he is not a person with two yellow flags, don't take it too seriously, as long as he finally holds or kills Amin, it will be worth it.

Well done, Zilharang couldn't help but be proud, this whole set of measures before and after was thought of by him in an instant, and it was also expected that it would go so smoothly.

As for whether there would be any trouble afterwards, Zilharang was not worried.

After killing Amin, most of them have to be driven away immediately, where can they still take care of the corpse that is not in the funeral, besides, the arrow has no special charms, and the entire Eight Banners are almost the same, and no one can see any clues.

Zilharang also found an advantage, that is, these soldiers with two yellow flags are angry, and the morale of the slightly declining morale has been improved a lot because they have been unable to pursue.

After all, this is not their leader, and he still has some prestige, but he died so badly that these baya lamas not only have heartache, but also can't hold their faces.

Amin, who was galloping on his horse, suddenly retracted the reins of his horse a little, and slowed down the horse's speed, and he took the lead, and everyone else followed suit, and the whole horse team slowed down.

"Amma!" "Those people are just changing horses, and they are chasing them in a hurry, but why have they slowed down?" ”

"No, it's not slow." Amin sighed, knowing that their pursuers had changed horses, which reminded Amin that their mounts were probably tired of running too.

Sure enough, as long as he leaned forward slightly, he could hear the horse's heavy breathing, and when he touched the horse, his neck was a little sweaty.

If you continue to run and wait for a while to return to fight, I'm afraid that the horsepower won't be able to keep up, it seems that the idea of dragging these people to death just now is no longer working, and you have to fight in advance.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, Elley scratched his ears and cheeks in a hurry, but he did not dare to speak.

Seeing Elli's appearance, Amin reprimanded, "Panic, there are a lot of us, what are you afraid of?" ”

Yes, Elley looked around, and before he knew it, he had gathered nearly eight hundred soldiers and horses, and they already had the strength to fight.