Yang Fan looked at Yue Shao'an from afar and rushed towards him, and his heart was relieved. Originally, his plan was perfect, but just as everything was about to develop according to his deployment, Yue Shaoan suddenly stopped. This surprised him, he thought about it, and understood that although Yue Shao'an was emotional at the moment, after all, he was a perennial leader of troops, and seeing that the terrain here was inseparable from him, he would naturally be vigilant.

In order to prevent the previous efforts from being wasted, he urgently summoned the generals to discuss. It was proposed that small forces be sent to harass and use it as a lure. It was also suggested that the army should simply rush and kill and fight a decisive battle in front of the valley. However, Yang Fan understood that the more he made these small actions, the more suspicious Yue Shaoan would be, and after thinking about it, he knew that the reason why Yue Shaoan was so relentless in chasing and killing was because of himself. Therefore, he finally decided to use himself as bait to lure Yue Shaoan over.

If Yue Shao'an doesn't fall for it, he can only send a large army to attack, and if he can catch it or kill Yue Shao'an at that time, he can only resign himself to fate. Just when he was worried, he didn't expect Yue Shaoan to actually kill him. In the ecstasy in his heart, Yang Fan even forgot to evacuate. It wasn't until the man beside him reminded him that he hurriedly turned his horse's head and headed towards the valley.

However, at this moment, Yue Shao'an's people were already approaching him, Tang Zheng saw it in his eyes, and knew that if he didn't kill Yang Fan today, Yue Shao'an would definitely find it difficult to calm down. Therefore, he took out the repeater from his arms and shot at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't expect that Yue Shao'an's side would suddenly make trouble. The speed of the sudden crossbow arrow is extremely fast, much faster than ordinary bows and arrows, and the crossbow arrows in Tang Zheng's hand are finely crafted and powerful. If it weren't for the fact that the requirements were too high and therefore could not be mass-produced, this crossbow would have already become a nightmare for the hostile forces of Song Shicheng.

However, although it did not develop into a nightmare for the whole team, it was really Yang Fan's nightmare at this moment. Seeing the crossbow arrows coming, Yang Fan was taken aback, but if he wanted to dodge, it was already difficult to dodge. The guards beside him were quick and rushed forward, and pulled him off his horse. But the guard took his place and was shot into the chest with an arrow, "Poof! With a bang, he fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died with a whimper, lifeless.

Yang Fan was no better, he was caught off guard, he had focused all his attention on the flying crossbow arrows, and was suddenly pushed off the horse, and suddenly he was top-heavy, fell headlong, his head hit the rock, and a bloody mouth immediately knocked out of his forehead, and blood ran down his cheeks. However, he didn't have time to reach out and wipe it. I only heard the sudden sound of the wind, and knew that another crossbow arrow was being fired, so I hurriedly rolled on the ground and hid to the side.

"Dingding......

There were a few soft sounds, and just as Yang Fan had just dodged away, there were several sparks splashing on the rock he was in. Yang Fan was frightened in his heart, and hurriedly rolled and crawled to the ground to hide behind a raised rock.

"Poof!" There was another soft sound, and Yang Fan, who finally rolled over, was hit by an arrow in his leg, which hurt his teeth, and his "miserable" face was even more ugly. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the crossbow arrow, but he did not dare to get up, for fear that the crossbow arrow would give him a fatal blow when he got up. It was only when the guards beside him grouped him in the center that he dared to get up.

Feeling a burst of pain in his leg, he was overjoyed to know that there was no poison on the crossbow arrow. The poison in his face made him afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years.

Here, watching Yang Fan escape, Tang's face darkened and shook his head. Yue Shao'an rushed forward, the red horse was already a divine horse, and the highlands on both sides of the valley were also a slope, and ordinary war horses could also go up, not to mention Yue Shao'an's red horse, and after galloping, he had already come to Yang Fan's not far away.

The guards on the slope hurriedly released crossbow arrows to resist, and Yue Shao'an danced with a blood-red spear, striking the crossbow arrows, but the speed did not decrease by a point. Fortunately, the guards' crossbow arrows were not dense in a panic, but even so. Yue Shao'an was still hit by an arrow in his left arm, but he didn't pay attention to it, he didn't even show a painful look on his face, he held the gun in both hands and stabbed at the person in front of him.

The man had shot an arrow, especially a little proud, but before he could come, he saw that the head of the gun had reached his chest, and then he wanted to dodge, there was still a chance, but he only heard the sound of "poof" in his ears, accompanied by the sound of a broken sternum, a miserable scream came out of his throat, and a mouthful of blood came out of his head. Blood flowers flew down like rain and sprinkled on Yue Shaoan's body.

Yue Shao'an's face remained unchanged, his arms suddenly forced, picked up the man, threw him aside, his eyes widened, and he stared at Yang Fan as if he was going to eat him.

Yang Fan was less than two zhang away from Yue Shao'an at the moment, looking at Yue Shao'an like a ghost, he was already ashamed, and for a while, he was so shocked that he hurriedly shouted: "Hurry, hurry...... Stop him, kill him......" As he spoke, he did not dare to slack off under his feet, limping, running, but not slow, and came to the side of a personal guard in a few steps, stretched out his hand and pulled him off, turned over and galloped away.

"Yang Fan-Hugh away-" Yue Shao'an watched Yang Fan flee, his eyes widened, his eyeballs almost jumped out of his sockets, he shouted, and hurriedly chased after him.

At this moment, Tang Zheng and Zhang Chusan also brought people to catch up and block those guards. Yue Shao'an chased all the way, although Yang Fan was one step ahead, but the foot strength of the war horse was much worse than that of the red horse, and soon, the distance between the two was shortened.

Yue Shaoan looked at Yang Fan who was not far from him, but he didn't have a bow and arrow on his body. Although he has always carried a pistol close to his body, however, he has not used it for a long time, and he has not been able to use it when he is so excited at the moment, and the pistol has always been a personal collection, and among the clothes inside, he is now wearing armor, and he has no time to take it. In a hurry, he ripped off his helmet and threw it towards Yang Fan.

"Bump!"

Yang Fan's back of the head was hit by a helmet, which smashed his eyes and almost fell off his horse. Reaching out and touching the back of his head, there was another opening, and he hurriedly bent down and hugged the saddle tightly, not daring to turn his head back, and rushed towards his own team in front of him. I just hope that I won't be caught up by Yue Shaoan on this road. If he was killed by Yue Shao'an, then he would be smart and mistaken.

Behind him, Yue Shao'an's voice was getting closer and closer, and as he was running, he looked back and saw that Yue Shao'an was already within reach. And he was still some distance away from his own people in front of him.

Moreover, because Yue Shao'an was too close to him, the soldiers under Yang Fan did not dare to use bows and arrows to help him break the siege.

In such a situation, Yang Fan complained in his heart, and when he fell off the horse, the blade in his hand also fell at the same time, and at this moment, he turned back to fight with Yue Shao'an, but he couldn't. He was not conceited enough that he could stretch through the spear in Yue Shao'an's hand with a pair of fleshy palms.

For a moment, Yang Fan was helpless, Yue Shao'an behind him was already closer, and the spear had already stabbed towards the back of his heart. In a panic, Yang Fan couldn't help but feel a dark in his heart: "My life is on the line—"