Gao Chong laughed, looking at Yang Fan's angry appearance, he somehow felt extremely happy in his heart. Laughing, the spear in his hand stabbed straight up, rushing towards a general who had killed him.

The general was not ambiguous, and a war knife in his hand swung down, "Click! With a single blow, it slashed at the tip of the noble spear. Gao Chong rushed to kill overnight, and the head of the gun was already damaged. This knife goes down. The head of the spear fell, and a good spear suddenly turned into a burning stick.

In the gap between his stunned moments, a man from the side came up with a spear and stabbed him in the left rib. Gao Chong didn't have time to think about it, so he turned around and hit him with a "burning stick".

"Smack!"

The man originally thought that he was looking for an opportunity, and he knew that Gao Chong had come so suddenly, and he was suddenly smashed on the head by a "burning stick". Gao Chong's gun is made of ketone body fine iron, even if there is no gun head, it is also lethal. The gun hit his head, and his brain burst out, and he died tragically on the spot.

However, in this way, the door in front of Gao Chong was also wide open, and the general with the knife rushed forward, and the sword went straight to the top of Gao Chong's head and slashed down. Gao Chong wanted to resist again, but it was too late. In desperation, he kicked the horse in the belly with his other conscious foot. The horse rushed forward sharply, and took him to dodge the fatal slash. But the blade didn't slash at his head, but it slipped from his shoulder.

"Ahh

A loud sound, accompanied by a noble scream. I saw blood flying on his left arm, and the flesh on his arm had fallen off, with only a trace of flesh attached, swaying there. Half of his left arm was cut off alive. Deep white bones were revealed, but soon turned red by the blood that followed the splatters. The blurred appearance of flesh and blood looks a little oozing.

After Gao Chong's scream, he fell off his horse and fell unconscious. The remaining dozens of soldiers were quickly drowned in the enemy's ranks, and within a few moments, they were all killed, and the battle ended tragically.

Yang Fan got through the initial rage, and the anger in his heart was gradually suppressed. Only a little flesh was picked on his face, and even the blood on his face did not come out, but after knowing that the sword was poisonous. He didn't dare to slack off, and urgently recruited a military doctor to return to the account for treatment. Before leaving, he looked at some of the nobles who had fallen to the ground, and gave a faint order: "Let him be carried into the tent, and heal him as best he can, and keep him of some use." After hearing the promise of his subordinates, Yang Fan didn't stay anymore and went straight away.

A few people came up and carried Gao Chong into the tent with all hands and feet, and after calling the military doctor to see it, the general who was in charge of placing Gao Chong hurriedly asked, "How is it, can this person still be saved?" ”

The military doctor replied with a solemn expression: "It's hard to say, you can only do your best." As for whether he can live or not, it depends on his creation. As he spoke, he glanced at Gao Chong's left arm, which was only half of the flesh and skin, and sighed slightly: "However, he can't keep this arm......

The man was a little impatient and said, "As long as people can live, it doesn't matter if you have an arm or not." ”

The medic was slightly surprised, nodded, and said nothing. A few helpers were called and Gao Chong was healed.

Yang Fan's tent was already full of people at this moment. His face was now swollen and unremarkable, and his face was high and low, and his swollen face was still black and red, as if it was full of blood, and it was about to burst through the flesh and gush out. Naturally, he was the best doctor in the army, but he didn't have much to do about his face, and after looking at it for a long time, he shook his head and sighed: "It's so poisonous." Fortunately, the general only touched the flesh, and if the wound was a little deeper, it would be incurable. ”

Yang Fan is very easy-going on weekdays, so the people below are not restrained when they speak in front of him, but at the moment he is very irritable, there are still so many people there, listening to the military doctor talking all this nonsense, he couldn't help but scolded angrily: "If you can cure it, if you can cure it, you can do it quickly, and if you can't cure it, get out." ”

The military doctor was suddenly scolded, a little stunned, and after being stunned for a while, he hurriedly pleaded guilty, and said resignedly: "This poisonous gas is stuck in the wound and cannot be removed at all, so you can only cut some flesh and put some poisonous blood out, and then apply medicine." When it swells again, cut some flesh and skin again, release toxicity, and then apply medicine...... After a few times......"

"Do it-" Yang Fan had some difficulty even speaking because of the deformation of his face. When his face showed anger, his whole face twitched, and in the eyes of everyone, not only did he lose his usual majesty, but also a little naïve. It's ridiculous. But no one in the tent dared to laugh out loud. He forced a smile and lowered his head. But the military doctor felt his anger, and was afraid that he would anger him by saying something wrong, so he stopped talking and hurriedly started his hand.

Half an hour later, Yang Fan's face had already been dressed, the wound was cold, he felt much better, and the swelling was not as bad as before. He then went out of the tent, gathered all the generals, and asked in a cold voice, "Who is in charge of the west?" ”

A general stepped forward, with a look of fear on his face, and said, "It's the last general." ”

Yang Fan snorted coldly and shouted, "Someone." Hold it down, and the rod will be punished thirty. Leave it at your disposal. ”

The general repeatedly begged for mercy, but Yang Fan ignored it as if he hadn't heard it, turned his head and said, "Wang Liang, from now on, the Ximen side will be handed over to you." ”

"Yes!" A young general stepped forward and gave a military salute with a calm face.

Yang Fan nodded with a little satisfaction and said, "How many people have escaped from the west?" Where to go now? ”

"More than 300 people fled. Since most of them are on foot, they probably won't go far. ”

Yang Fan thought about it, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly said, "Prepare the horse, chase quickly!" ”

After the order was given, someone hurriedly brought the horses. After ordering 3,000 cavalry, Yang Fan ordered to continue the siege, and then quickly chased after the route where the women had left.

At this moment, the women did not escape much distance, when they broke through, in order to act flexibly, the killers of the four divisions did not ride war horses, because there was no conspicuous feature of war horses, they created an opportunity to break through, but now it is more harmful than good. In this kind of plains, they can run on four legs on two legs. It didn't take long for the sound of horses' hooves to be faintly heard, and without thinking about it, he knew that there must be a pursuer chasing after him.

After Yin Yuqian asked for the news, she gritted her silver teeth and hurriedly ordered everyone to go to a small forest on the side, however, before they came to Xiaolin, the pursuers were already close by inches......