Lao Zhao scolded his mother in his heart, he tried to drive away, but he alone plus a blind horse, what he could do was too pale, the other party actually came at him, he could only turn around and run, fortunately the other party's speed was not enough, and he also opened the distance, and then he also ran out in the opposite direction, only hoping that his ideas could work, leaving the opportunity to Wu Dalang and them, he slashed the Tartar soldiers and drank the strongest wine, and it was worth it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Damn!" Looking back, Lao Zhao scolded, the person who fled in front of him actually continued to move forward, but instead pursued two people, what does this have to do with himself, he can only clamp the horse's belly and accelerate.

Wu Yi also began to quickly calculate, the attacks he could have, a bullet, a knife, a donkey, and there were more than a dozen people on the opposite side.

He pointed his gun at the man in charge, dressed in a white leather robe, and he was guaranteed to hit within fifty meters, but what would happen?

Wu Yi quickly left the side of the road, compared to even those who escaped, he was weak, and the best result was to wait for the opportunity, so he gave up the attack.

Because of his appearance, there was a moment of blankness in the battlefield, after all, there were not many people in this group, but there was also a chance to break the balance for both sides, and there were almost no arrows on both sides.

The man at the head suddenly shouted something, Wu Yi didn't understand, it might be the meaning of asking for help and joining forces, but he still retreated cautiously, even if this shouting was a woman, he was like gambling now, and there was only one chance in his hand, that is, to destroy them, all.

Wu Yi's retreat also allowed the battle to continue, two more people were cut down, and there were only four people in front of them who escaped, they were shouting and shouting, and the eight people in the back were already shouting with joy.

Perhaps feeling hopeless, the three men in front of him suddenly slowed down, and the white-robed woman shouted, these men meant that the woman should be allowed to escape.

But there was no chance, a white-armored cavalry rushed out, suddenly accelerated, shot with a bow and arrow in his hand, hit the woman, and fell to the ground, the man of the steppe tribe was completely enraged, and rushed back without hesitation, the scimitar in his hand refracted the cold light.

The wide open and closed slashing, these three people are completely lifeless fighting, and also caused trouble for these eight people, perhaps feeling that Wuyi is not threatening, there is no division of troops, Wuyi suddenly jumped out, rushed up quickly, how to choose the fox in the gap between the wolf and the tiger, of course, at the moment of defeat, bite the winner, a blue Manchu style cotton armor Tartar was shot in the head by Wuyi, and the gunfire even broke the order of the battlefield.

The white-armored man shouted, this time he won't give this sneak attack guy a chance, divide three people, and five people on his side are enough to deal with these three madmen, and the five people will complete the encirclement.

But the other party seemed to have caught the fighter, and even ran out to block the three people, maybe this person who dared to make a move was their savior.

Wu Yi also loaded the gunpowder again at this moment, and he didn't have time to wrap the lead with a piece of cloth, so he stuffed it in, and he didn't press it with a strip, and he shot again with the primer, which was a little off, just hitting the shoulder of a man in a leather robe.

This was an extremely failed attack, Wu Yi didn't kill it, not to mention, the fire rope was extinguished, he could only drop the fire gun, replace it with the big knife on his back, and quickly ran to Wang Tiejun's side.

Bang two gunshots, Wu Yi subconsciously threw himself on the ground, just now he caught the lead in his eyes and wiped off his head the flight marks, which was almost shot in the head by his own people.

But fortunately, the other party didn't expect that there was still a firecracker, although it didn't hurt anyone, but it also made them stop.

The white-armored warrior shouted angrily, how could he not have imagined that he had suffered a dark loss, just now he stopped the man and suddenly killed a horse pistol, accelerating the impact on their side, the Mongolian scimitar did not need to move, as long as it was clenched, it cut horizontally, although he was finally broken by the mace in his hand, but he cut three people on his side, two were cut in the ribs, and the other broke his arm.

Then he angrily killed the two dying guys, and there were only four people left on their side to fight.

Although Wuyi's side was not injured, he was the only one who could really participate in the battle, fortunately, there were two bird guns, and the other party had no bow and arrow, which may be their advantage, provided that they could avoid the impact of the other party.

When the battle came here, there was only brutal torture, and the white-armored warriors rushed up without hesitation, Wu Yi snatched Wang Tiejun's firearms, and it was directly a shot, hitting the front with the javelin cavalry, Wu Hu's gun also rang out, he was too nervous, Wu Yi scolded, and then rushed out.

An infantry rushed three cavalrymen, it was like looking for death, Wu Yi was no matter how powerful he was, but he still grabbed two iron pots to meet him, only in this way could he delay time for the two boys.

"Damn, if you don't hit this time, you can only stay here." Wu Yi thought in his heart, but Wang Tiejun and Wu Hu had only been in contact with the firearm for three days, and they had no more than ten live shots......

The thirty or forty pounds of black iron pot danced, and it was still very effective, directly hitting the head of a horse, and the other horses also staggered, and the thing that Wu Yi was most worried about was that they directly killed Wang Tiejun and the two.

The smashed horse was a little out of control, the white-armored warrior did not continue to rush forward, but continued to deal with this difficult guy, this time he did not choose to be on the horse, jumped down, dragged the mace, and prepared to fight with Wu Yi on foot.

The two horses continued to accelerate, Wang Tiejun's eyes were waiting wide, he felt that he was going to die, he thought of his sister...... Li'er, is a name deliberately given by his father, just to bless the boy to grow up smoothly, but this time he may not be able to go back, thinking of this, the fire bolt sounded, the unsteady recoil knocked him over, and he also felt the horse's hooves stepping on him, and he closed his eyes.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, but fortunately, the war horse was human, and he didn't step on him, a tartar in front of him died, his neck was almost broken, his head was twisted to the side, and the broken neck spurted blood from time to time, he actually killed a tartar.

Wu Yi's two pots were broken, the iron pot was not the opponent of the mace at all, and this was a master, he had been pressed and had no power to fight back, let alone the situation of Wang Tiejun and Wu Hu.

Encountering a master again, much more powerful than Cao Sheng, Wu Yi threw out the iron pot fragment in his hand to defuse this attack, he was ready to fight to the death, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to be suppressed.

"Tartar, take your life!" Lao Zhao shouted and shot an arrow, which surprised the white-armored warrior, and then he also left Wuyi and turned to run.

Now there are four people on the Wuyi side, and there are only two of them, and they have to turn around and flee at a disadvantage.

Wuyi was willing to let go, but there were a lot of war horses here, and the two of them jumped directly on the horses and ran, and smashed the nearest war horse with a mace.

"Lao Zhao!" Wu Yi shouted, he definitely couldn't let go of the meat in his mouth, but Lao Zhao didn't come, he slowly lay on the horse, and the bow in his hand also fell.

Fortunately, the white-armored warrior ran away and never looked back, and after Wu Yi scolded, he hurriedly went to see Lao Zhao's injury.

Lao Zhao had a slanted wound on his ribs, his clothes were dyed red, and the horse was also replaced with a black one, with two heads hanging on it.

"Leave me alone, it's okay, I can't die yet, cut off the head for me." As a result, this guy still remembered the human head and handed over the decapitation knife.

"Damn, at this time, you're still worried about Mao's head." Wu Yi scolded angrily, and hurriedly removed the leggings to tie him around his waist.

This guy lost too much blood, his lips were white, Wu Yi was about to take off the woman's leather robe and put it on him, but he didn't expect that this woman was not dead, and he was so frightened that he screamed.

"If you don't want a woman's head, you can't stand it." Lao Zhao didn't forget to tell him, it's really fucking asking for money and dying.

Wu Yi didn't dare to delay, he didn't kill this woman, he just broke the arrow shaft on her back and pulled out her leather robe, the white-armored warrior didn't know if he noticed it, and he didn't know if there were other pursuers around, where could he manage so much.

"Wang Tiejun, Wu Hu, you two are still waiting to die, why don't you hurry up and put away the war horse, let's run, the chasing soldiers will arrive soon." Wu Yi scolded, damn it, one is not dead or alive, and he is still worried about people's heads, and the other two are scared into fools.

The iron pot can't be asked anymore, the shelf is tied to the saddle, and a shelf is made for Lao Zhao, so that he can be taken away.

"Damn, human heads...... "This immortal is still worried about it."

Wu Yi scolded him again, and casually cut off two heads and brought them, otherwise this old Zhao would die without turning a blind eye, fortunately, this time he harvested nine intact war horses, and those who broke their legs, the horses and donkeys were gone, and he picked a strong war horse with jujube red, and he was ready to flee.

"Take me, I'm Lin Dan Khan's concubine Harizhula, and I'll pay you." The woman suddenly shouted at Wuyi and them, she knew Chinese, and now she understood that they needed silver to save their lives.

This trick really worked, and the dying old Zhao came back to life again, "Wu Dalang, you must take her away, this mother-in-law is valuable." ”

"Damn." Wu Yi scolded him, dismounted, grabbed the woman, threw her on a horse, and then left in the dust.

Although the woman didn't bleed much, but the arrow was still on her back, and she was bumped by the horse, and she fainted from the pain again, but fortunately, Wu Yi's hands were quick, grabbed her, and pulled down his horse.

The Mongolian woman was also strong, and directly hugged his neck, Wu Yi had no idea about the woman in his arms, more thinking about finding a safe place, Lao Zhao's wound must be treated, otherwise this greedy guy might really die.

"Han, you are so powerful, you almost killed Duoduo." Hari Zhula was a little afraid of this man, because he was very ruthless to women, and even more so he turned a blind eye to her, and he was careful to compliment her at this time.

"Who are you talking about?" Wu Yi's body shook, and he felt auditory hallucinations.

"Aisin Jue Luo Duoduo, the youngest son of Nurhachi, and the banner owner of the White Flag of the Later Jinzheng." Hari Zhula didn't expect that he didn't know that he almost defeated a banner master, or if he was one of the best warriors in the future, so he said it in detail.

Wu Yi almost vomited blood, how did he know that the white-armored warrior turned out to be Duoduo, if he knew, he would not let go of this hero.