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Frightened chain horses rampaged through the position.

Shieldmen, infantrymen, and archers were chased by a chain of horses and scurried around like headless flies, crying for their fathers and mothers.

It's really dangerous, and every step is terrifying.

Song Qi had arranged the strange soldiers on both flanks of the position in advance, and he saw flying boulders like a storm from a distance, and it was too late to retreat, so he dared to rush up to meet them.

Mao Yong and Ao Bao and the others were not far from Song Qi, and each jumped onto a group of ironclad horses that were running wildly without the control of soldiers, and they waved their swords in their hands and slashed at the chains connecting the iron wheels and horses. They are all athletic, and there is nothing thrilling about them when they do these movements.

They jumped lightly from one group of horses to another, slashing with their swords.

The bloody iron wheels were removed, but they were still rolling on the ground due to the force of inertia. The horses were freed from chains, and then subdued by the soldiers one by one by holding the reins.

The strange soldiers arranged by Song Qi on both flanks of the position, seeing the flying boulders like a storm from a distance, did not dare to rush up to respond.

Song Qi lay on a running ironclad horse, his eyes glanced around the miserable battlefield, and he was finally relieved to see that the galloping ironclad horse was gradually controlled.

"Wooro~" Suddenly a crisp metal crash sounded behind him, and he felt a cold wind coming from behind him, and goosebumps inexplicably appeared on his back. He involuntarily fell on the horse's back, and ran forward with his legs between his legs.

"Click~" Song Qi's horse was hit by a three-section stick on the buttocks, and the horse was frightened and galloped wildly.

Song Fu looked back on horseback. It's good not to look at it, but he was so scared that he almost fell off his horse.

The Chul machine was not far behind him. Chur wielded a three-chucked stick in his hand, his teeth and claws, and a hideous smile on his face.

Fortunately, he subconsciously bent down just now, otherwise, his head would have been shattered by Chu Erji's three-section stick.

Seeing Song Qi running away, Qiu Erji chased after him, waving the three-section stick in a daze, and laughing wildly in his mouth: "Song Qi, how about it, see the power of my ballista, your crossbow is just a child's toy compared to my ballista!" If you meet me today, your end has come! Hahaha! ”

Song Qi turned around and saw Qiu Erji's lively face, thinking of the tragic scene of countless brothers being shot to death by crossbows and stoned to death on the battlefield, he was angry in his heart, and turned around and roared: "The surname Qiu, I'll let you see the power of Lao Tzu's repeating crossbow!" As he spoke, he raised his repeater and pulled the trigger seven or eight times at Chuerji and the spotted leopard he was sitting on.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ”

"Boom~Boom~Boom~"

The bolts seemed to be full of rage, and one by one they flew towards Chulji and his mount. Seven or eight arrows were speeding through the air,

Although Chu Erji tried his best to belittle the repeater, he still knew the power of the repeater in his heart, and he still paid attention when he chased after him. Rao was like this, seeing seven or eight crossbow arrows shooting at him head-on, and the seven or eight lines drawn were scattered towards his body like a big net, he was still so frightened that he was in a hurry, and the cruel smile on his face suddenly froze, and his eyes showed a look of horror like falling into the abyss.

He involuntarily waved the three-section stick in his hand up and down a few times in front of him to protect the vital parts.

"Ding~Ding~"

Several crossbow arrows that flew to his throat and heart socket were knocked down by the three-section stick, but the crossbow arrows that flew to other parts could not be knocked out.

The horse, as a psychic animal, leaped to its feet in the face of the crossbow arrows, dodging several arrows that were fired at its face, but crashed into the arrows above.

"Puff~Puff~"

One crossbow shot at the left flank of the Chur machine, and the other at the left side of the leopard's face.

Fortunately, Song Qi shot these arrows on a horse running wildly at high speed, otherwise, these seven or eight arrows would definitely be able to shoot the Chur machine into a hornet's nest.

The horse neighed in pain, and nearly knocked the chull to the ground. The injured part of the Qiu Erji was also in an unbearable pain, but he still held back, hurriedly grabbed the spotted leopard's hair and pulled it, and the horse turned around in amusement and fled in the direction of Liuyun City.

The horse that Song Qi sat on with iron armor all over his body was hit by a three-section stick, and his soul was scattered, and the six gods had no master, and he stumbled forward crookedly and stumbled all the way forward, because the horse's eyes were covered by red cloth, he didn't argue the path at all, and ran completely by instinct, and it seemed that he would not stop without hitting the south wall.

Song Qi was scared enough to see that the horse was completely out of control, he wanted to restrain the horse, but the reins of the horse were unknown, and he wanted to jump off the horse, but he lay on the horse's back and did not dare to move.

It seems that the mighty spirit that jumped up from the horseback just now is difficult to reproduce.

For a moment, a resigned thought arose in his heart.

"Bang!" At last the horse struck headfirst into a large tree, knocking it halfway down, and the branches trembled, and the leaves fell one after another. The horse fell headlong to the ground, and if it hadn't had iron armor on its head, it was likely to be knocked out of the head.

It was too late, but it was too soon, and Song Qi finally mustered up the courage to jump off the horse's back at the moment before the horse's head was about to hit the tree. Luckily, he didn't hit the tree, but due to the force of inertia, his body tumbled several times on the ground until it hit a rock, and then stopped.

At this time, the roar of boulders falling from the sky, the rumble of a series of ironclad horses, and the cries of soldiers fleeing in all directions still resounded over the entire battlefield, but they became fainter and rarer.

Song Qi didn't get up right away, just tilted his head and squinted at the battlefield.

It's a long way from the center of the battlefield, but you can clearly see every move on the battlefield.

Since he is lying down and squinting, the movement in the battlefield seems to change to slow motion.

The boulders were still flying in the sky, but not as dense as they had been; The chain of ironclad horses was still on the rampage, but they were gradually subdued, and the soldiers were still dodging around, but not as thrilling as before.

It seems that after Chul's injury, their offensive gradually weakened.

Song Qi was physically and mentally exhausted, he was so tired that he simply lay on the ground motionless, his eyes glazed and staring at the bloody sky, dazed.

A heavy sigh rang out in his ears, and Song Qi opened his eyes to find that he was obscured by a huge shadow. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, it turned out to be Fu Haowei, this kid came to the side at some point, his fat body leaned on a tree, his face was pale, and his nose twitched. The sun that was about to set happened to cast his shadow on Song Qi's face.

"I'm embarrassed again, you kid should be even happier." Song Qi squinted at him.

"I just want to cry... Fu Haowei said with a sad face, "I originally thought that being a Sima should be risk-free, similar to playing in the mountains and rivers, but I didn't expect it to be so tragic, and I almost died several times." If you knew this, you shouldn't have come out to be a Sima... (To be continued.) )