"Templars from England?" Han Yifei exclaimed after standing on the tower and seeing the galloping cavalry in the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After Zhang Bowen, only a dozen cavalry were left to follow, and there were dozens of enemy cavalry following behind, and the banner held high by these enemy cavalry was the red cross and white bottom flag, which was also the most unrelenting pattern in the battle of the central capital, representing the strongest combat power of the English.

"Order the door to be opened." Han Yifei said to Xia Chun that if he didn't send troops to save them at this time, Zhang Bowen and the others would undoubtedly die.

"Are you really trying to save them?" Xia Chun looked at the resolute Han Yifei and said with some hesitation, the other party's embarrassed situation seems to have lost everything, even if it is saved, it is just a burden, if it is possible that the crisis will be resolved in the future, these people will still compete with themselves for living space as before.

"There's no time to hesitate, they're here because they still have hope for you, you know, they believe you're going to save them." Han Yifei walked up to Xia Chun and snatched Xia Chun's sword, "Since you don't want to fight with people from the same civilization camp anymore, let's start by saving them." ”

Xia Chun didn't resist, let Han Yifei take away his sword, and after watching the other party hurriedly go down the tower, Xia Chun's heart was a little moved, he always thought in his heart that if he wanted to unite Huaxia to the outside world, he had to follow the alliance leader to eliminate people from different factions, that is, to solve everything with a sword, but this is simply an endless thing, excluding dissidents is always a temporary solution, targeting some people, it will unite some people, but when those people disappear, Xia Chun found that the people who originally belonged to his side had different factions.

"When the two factions can't compromise, they slander the leaders of the other faction, co-opt the members of the other side, deceive and mislead each other, until this struggle leads to a war of swords, and finally, hate each other to the bone, until we use the power of outsiders to eliminate them, are we so degenerate, the struggle to the end, but forget that it is to let the members of the Chinese civilization survive, but let the English stand on their feet." Xia Chun looked at the galloping Templars and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Han Yifei came to the camp gate and hurriedly gathered dozens of horses, "Soldiers guarding the gate, your lord has an order, open the camp gate quickly, and there is a sword here as proof." ”

After the general guarding the gate saw the familiar sword, he looked down at the top of the tower, and at this moment, he suddenly heard the voice of the young general: "Lord Han Yifei, the lord ordered me to go with me." ”

"General Flowers? Very well, with you here, we are even more certain, if even a few dozen pursuing Templars can't defeat us, we don't have to think about subduing the Central Capital. After Han Yifei saw the arrival of the young general, she suddenly understood in her heart that Xia Chun had made a choice, and it seemed that her words were not in vain.

As the lord, there is usually no need to take risks in person, Han Yifei came to the camp gate, and after watching the cavalry under his command follow the young general to rush out, he sighed with some emotion, "Xia Chun, there were so many heroes under your command at the beginning, but now, he is the only one left, but it is also because of him that we can retreat so calmly and retain part of our strength."

Zhang Bowen stared at the door of the camp, desperately driving the horses, and Qian Mingcheng, who was holding him, suddenly coughed a few times, and the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth flowed onto Zhang Bowen's body.

"Hold on, I'm about to go to Xia Chun's barracks, he must have the number of treatments today, you will survive, hold on." Zhang Bowen looked at Qian Mingcheng, who had lost too much blood and his face was pale, and said loudly, this suddenly woke up, and then he looked a little energetic, looking like he was back in the light.

"Stop them, stop them." Zhang Bowen ordered to the cavalry behind him, the distance between the Templars and himself was getting closer and closer, and the clones who were not afraid of death were blocking the wave of pursuit on the way, but at this moment, only the replicants were left to follow him, and the number of pursuers was still far greater than his remnants.

The remnants of the army who followed heard Zhang Bowen's order, but they were indifferent, most of them were Qian Mingcheng's subordinates, and they knew very well that turning around to intercept at this moment was a dead end, if Zhang Bowen turned around to look at their expressions, he would find that everyone was panicked, especially after seeing the barracks that could escape with their lives, everyone wanted to enter the shelter, and they had no idea of fighting.

"Why didn't you listen to orders, why, have you forgotten who protected your family in the first place?" Zhang Bowen saw that there was no movement left and right, and said angrily.

"Don't force them." Qian Mingcheng seemed to touch the wounds on his body as he spoke, and his whole body twitched, "They have saved me many times, and this is all my fault." ”

"As long as you live, everything can be recovered, the army will be reorganized, and the city will be recovered, don't sleep anymore, stay awake, look ahead, the camp gate is open, Xia Chun is here, do you see?" Zhang Bowen felt that the hand holding Qian Mingcheng was getting more and more sticky, and hurriedly said loudly to Qian Mingcheng.

There were a few screams behind him, Zhang Bowen didn't dare to look, but he was still caught up, and a cavalry army rushed out at the gate of the camp, but this distance was still too far.

"Leave me behind, and you can live." Qian Mingcheng saw the approaching Templars, and said with some struggle, a horse with two people, even the strongest horse, is a little unbearable.

"What are you kidding, if you hadn't saved me, I would have died at the hands of the Huns, how could I leave you alone in today's situation." Zhang Bowen clamped the horse's legs tightly, released the reins with his right hand, and pulled out the sword at his waist.

"You guy, Lao Tzu was just saving you by the way, leave me behind, do you want to die together?" Qian Mingcheng's hand grabbed Zhang Bowen's collar a little weakly, and said weakly.

There were a few screams behind him, Zhang Bowen turned his head slightly, and a Templar actually came to his side, and the spear stabbed at him, Zhang Bowen wanted to lower down to dodge, but he was still stabbed in the shoulder.

"Fuck off." Zhang Bowen, who was stabbed, almost fell off his horse, roared loudly, and hurriedly hooked the reins with his hand holding the sword, which stabilized his figure a little.

Seeing that the other party raised the speed of his horse and chased after him, Zhao Bowen directly threw the sword in his hand and smashed it on the opponent's front door, but this action only temporarily slowed down the other party, and the other Templars immediately filled his position and continued to surround Zhang Bowen.

The horse stumbled in front of him, maybe because he had been running for too long, maybe because the horse was also injured and couldn't hold on, Zhang Bowen suddenly felt a rapid fall, and then his body ached, and he fell off the horse at great speed.

Fortunately, he was not trampled by the horse's hooves, Zhang Bowen supported the ground with both hands, and wanted to stand up, but he felt a huge pain in his right foot, and looked around, Qian Mingcheng was lying on the side, and seemed to be unconscious again.

The remnants of the army did not stop to save their lord, but scattered in panic, and the Templars slowly stopped their forward inertia when they saw Zhang Bowen fall from his horse, twisted their horses' heads, and moved closer in Zhang Bowen's direction.

"Is my civilized competitive life coming to an end?" Zhang Bowen looked at the Templars approaching with some unwillingness, unable to move at the moment, and even had no weapons to fight.

"Kill him." Zhang Bowen heard an English word, and several Templars dismounted and walked over, drawing their long swords from their waists.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, like the hoarse chirping of birds, Zhang Bowen saw the necks and eye sockets of several Templars, revealing sharp arrows, and then, several of the people who were hit by the arrows fell limply in disbelief.

"This is? Lianzhu arrow, it is Xiao Li Guang, Hua Rong is here. Zhang Bowen exclaimed with some excitement.

Not far away, a young general armed with a horse gun galloped at great speed.