Sister Furong's loud roar, together with the stench on her body, hit her, like an eighth-level typhoon, fiercely drilled into Feng Lun's nose, and the white cloud horse flashed by Feng Lun's side like flying, and Sister Furong, who fired three arrows in a row, casually inserted the big bow into the weapon rack on the saddle, picked up the two thick and big maces, danced two big circles high on the head, and smashed down fiercely with the momentum of Mount Tai, and the heads of the two green-clothed killers were like eggs smashed by a hammer, Suddenly, red blood and white Huahua's brains spurted out in all directions, and even Feng Lun, who was five steps away, was all over his face.

And Sister Furong's roar also spread to the back with the wind, so that everyone, including Feng Lun, could hear it clearly: "There is an ambush, quickly protect Ambassador Feng!" ”

Several guards behind Li Shimin didn't care about this sentence, and shouted "Erlang" in unison! They jumped off their horses one after another, not even looking at Feng Lun, but went straight to Li Shimin's corpse.

Shi Danai rushed to the front, he rushed to Li Shimin's body with an arrow step, bent down, and tried to pull up Li Shimin's body, at this moment, about twenty steps on the right side, there was a sound, only to see more than 20 killers who were also dressed in green, like the father-in-law of the land, one after another out of the soil, they were not holding a bow and crossbow, but three or four feet long, flashing javelins and short lances, the leader gave an order, more than 20 javelins were like arrows off the string, and quickly pierced Shi Danai and a few others.

Shi Danai's heart sank suddenly, and now he couldn't care about Li Shimin's body anymore, and rolled in a hurry, just under the belly of the war horse that Li Shimin was riding. All I heard was screams and muffled snorts. and the sound of javelins entering the body. Several Turkic guards around Li Shimin, together with Li Shimin's corpse on the ground, were pierced like hedgehogs by the twenty or so javelins, which was miserable, and even Li Shimin's war horse was hit by six or seven javelins at once, and the bloody tip of one of them happened to pass through the horse's side back. Drilling out of the horse's belly, the tip of the spear dripping with blood was only two inches away from Shi Danai's eyes under the horse, and the breath of death was so close that Shi Danai was scared into a cold sweat, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Sister Furong's mount also let out a sad hiss, it turned out that after she killed more than ten killers in a row, more than twenty javelin killers also drilled out of the ground in front of her. A javelin salvo, without her horse in a vest. also immediately shot into a sieve, if it weren't for Sister Furong's daring artist, she jumped in the air and jumped to the side, I'm afraid she would also be shot into a hornet's nest.

It's just that Sister Furong who fell to the ground, but she is courageous, the fierceness and bloodiness of the Beji people, this moment is vividly manifested in her body, her roar is repeated, the two maces dance like a windmill, four or five killers want to get close to her and take her life, but they can't even touch her side, so they are beaten by her two maces, broken bones and tendons, often under a blow, even the knife and hand are crushed, and then before they have time to roll on the ground, they are hit by a new stick in the head or chest, He was smashed into a pile of blood.

But at this time on this grassland, whistles, bangzi has come and gone, there is a thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance, that is a large number of war horses in the rapid movement of the scene, four or five miles away, faintly a black dragon-like cloud rises, obviously there are hundreds of horses to ride and run quickly, and the ground around this grassland, a green-clothed killer emerges from the ground in an endless stream, or holding bows and arrows, or throwing javelins, and then holding swords and other short weapons, rushing up, the unlucky ghosts who have just been shot by arrows, Chop them into puree one by one.

Shi Danai finally got up from the ground, and while he rushed towards Li Shimin's corpse, wanting to snatch back the young master's body, he shouted sharply: "Young master, stand up, wake up!" ”

At the moment when Shi Danai's hand was about to touch Li Shimin, the corpse suddenly moved, Shi Danai was surprised and delighted, a person who had been hit by more than 30 arrows and pierced seven or eight javelins was not dead? But before he could laugh, he found that the corpse was actually flying on the grass, and drifted directly in the direction of the green-clothed killers, leaving only a long blood mark on the grass.

Shi Danai finally found that one end of the javelin on the original corpse had a thin iron chain, one end was tied to the handle of the gun, and the other end was pulled on the hands of those green-clothed killers.

A guy who looked strong and strong, a head taller than the other killers, raised the big knife and fell down fiercely, Li Shimin's head wearing a gold mask, a golden helmet and gold armor, suddenly separated from his body, the big man laughed, kicked Li Shimin's helmet away, didn't even look at the golden helmet, directly grabbed the bun on his head, like carrying a toy, copied it in his hand and ran backwards.

Shi Danai reacted at this time, it turned out that the purpose of these people was Li Shimin, not others, he was anxious and angry, picked up a saber on the saddle of Li Shimin's dead horse, and rushed towards these killers.

Five or six guards, holding a small round shield, blocked behind the big man who took the lead, jumping backwards, while the remaining dozen or so killers drew their swords one after another, counterattacked forward, blocking Shi Danai, and in the blink of an eye, Shi Danai and more than ten subordinates who rushed over to help in the battle were killed together with these green-clothed killers.

Feng Lun desperately fled backwards, with Sister Furong's sacrifice to block, the dozens of killers in front of him were almost blocked by her wide figure, Feng Lun found for the first time that Sister Furong's wide and heavy body, in addition to crushing herself to death every day, was so useful in fighting, and the amazing power of holding herself like carrying a chicken also came in handy.

Feng Lun lay on the horse, galloped all the way, ran back for more than a hundred steps, and finally felt that it was not so dangerous, so he straightened his body, looked around, and saw that in the surrounding grass, there was still a steady stream of green killers, and less than three miles ahead, two or three hundred people were wearing Khitan leather robes, shouting and shouting, riding high-headed horses, dangling all kinds of sabers and long lances, facing the people who were fighting each other on the battlefield, and rushed straight over.

Feng Lun's heart sank suddenly, and he was about to turn the horse and go again, only to hear the war horse under the seat suddenly neigh, and fell directly forward, after a whirlwind, Feng Lun's chin and the soft ground finally came into close contact! (To be continued.) )