Even if Yang Zhi is a super fighter, it is already scarred, and the fuel is almost exhausted. He has no intention of being a hero, nor will he engage in a suicidal showdown with anyone. It is nothing more than trying to lure the Turks away and try to buy time for the remnants of dozens of soldiers to escape.

The task of blocking and covering has been completed, so there is no need to worry, and it is much more convenient for one person to act alone. He's done everything he can, and now it's time to run for his life.

After jumping off the cliff, he took advantage of the situation to cut down several Turkic cavalry, captured a horse, and galloped towards the opposite slope. Keeping a clear head can play a greater role than martial arts at any time, and Yang Zhi's decisive and swift actions have earned him an invaluable few minutes of time. There must be brave men under heavy rewards, this sentence is common all over the world regardless of race, whether ancient or modern. When the Turks turned around and swarmed like a swarm of locusts, he had already galloped thirty feet away, and the arrows that flew from behind could no longer pose a mortal threat to him.

After Yang Zhi desperately burrowed into the forest, the Turkic cavalry could only abandon their horses and walk like him, and the speed advantage no longer existed, and the terrifying number of pursuers was reduced by at least seventy percent. He didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and at this time he was struggling to survive with a tenacious will to survive, only picking up the wooded and narrow places that were difficult to walk forward. Yang Zhi didn't even dare to look back and take a second look, he was afraid that the breath in his heart would be released, and even if he was not chopped into meat by the Turks, he would not be able to stand up again. At this time, it is almost dusk, and as long as you can survive until dark, the chances of escape will be a little greater.

The Turks are a people who grew up on horseback, and saying that they are not good at climbing mountains does not mean that they cannot climb mountains. The mountain climbed higher and higher, the mountain road became more and more rugged, and although the pursuers behind were getting fewer and fewer, judging from the chaotic shouts, I am afraid that there were still no less than hundreds of people following closely. Yang Zhi climbed a mountain rock, and there was a small piece of flat land in front of him, and he suddenly felt enlightened. I took a few steps forward, but I was suddenly dumbfounded: there was no way ahead, it was a bottomless cliff!

The pursuers behind him rushed to this side, and then turned around and retreated, at most they tried their last strength to kill a few more Turks, and they were certain to die! Whether you are anxious or scolded, it will not help you to escape for your life. Yang Zhi went to the edge of the cliff and carefully poked his head out to take a look, and suddenly had a crazy idea: Anyway, sticking out his head is a knife and shrinking his head is also a knife, and the left and right are dead, so it is better to gamble!

He took off his jacket, wrapped a stone at his feet, and stood still on the edge of the cliff, deliberately trying to climb up to the Turks. The first few Turks who climbed the rocks were still a little frightened at first, but after seeing the terrain clearly, they all pointed at Yang Zhi and scolded in a mess, and then laughed proudly.

After Yang Zhi went on the expedition, he only learned a few simple Turkic words from the military interpreters, and he couldn't understand what they were scolding, so he didn't think it was a good word. Gave them a hard middle finger, smiled coldly and turned around and jumped off the cliff!

Several Turks rushed forward with a loud cry of surprise, only to vaguely see the murderous demon king fall sharply downward, and then there seemed to be a muffled sound of "pounce" from the bottom of the cliff. Several Turks looked at each other, and then their faces were full of chagrin. Two Turks reacted a little quicker, turned around and ran down the hill: just kidding! Whoever rushes to the bottom of the cliff first to cut off the head of this Great Xia Demon King will be the prince above 10,000 people under one person!

After half an hour, after the noisy voices on the mountain gradually faded away, Yang Zhicai trembled and climbed the cliff with difficulty, panting and collapsed to the ground, almost unable to move. When he jumped off the cliff just now, he tried his best to insert the knife into a gap under the cliff that he had seen in advance, and it hung in the air like this! Fortunately, the sky is close to dark, and the vision is dim, otherwise as long as a Turkic person looks down carefully, a stone the size of an egg is enough to send him to hell!

Yang Zhi couldn't figure out how many wounds he had on his body, he only felt that the bones on his body seemed to be scattered, and his heart hurt everywhere. If the Turks do not find a body under the cliff, they will definitely go and return, and perhaps they will conduct a carpet search of the nearby mountains and forests overnight. After a moment of respite, he did not dare to stay long, and forced himself to leave the cliff that almost killed him.

According to the normal thinking of ordinary people, the direct southeast from Dharamzadagade is the closest route back to Shuofang, and it is relatively safe to lurk all the way through the high mountains and dense forests. What ordinary people can think of, the Turks can certainly think of. Yang Zhi asked himself that he was no longer able to cope with the encirclement and interception of thousands of troops, and he neither planned to go south, nor did he plan to continue to drill in the mountains. The most important thing at the moment is how to get out of danger as soon as possible, and as for how to go back in the future, I can't care so much for the time being.

The temperature difference between day and night outside the fortress is very large, and the mountains and forests in April are still cool and cold at night, Yang Zhi did not dare to hunt and make fires, let alone stay and rest, and took advantage of the night to go in the general direction of the mountain gorge where the raiding army and the Turkic cavalry unexpectedly encountered, gritted his teeth and kept moving forward. Walking all the way to the north, I saw a faint fire in the mountains and forests behind me from a distance, but there was no sign of moving north, but it was getting farther and farther away.

I struggled until dawn before I found a place to hide in a dense bush. After sipping some dew on the branches and leaves of the trees, and shaving a few mouthfuls of lichen in the bushes to satisfy his hunger, he felt that his strength had recovered a little and continued to move north.

When the sun rose high, I finally got out of the mountains and forests and came to the main road of the mountain gorge, and the battlefield where the two armies encountered the day before yesterday was still not cleared. Yang Zhi was still dressed in the uniform of the Xia Army's raiding legion, and walking forward like this was no different from a live target, so the first thing he did was to take off his clothes from the corpse of a Turkic cavalryman and change his clothes. Turks do not have a bun like the Han people of the Central Plains, and in terms of their variety of weird hairstyles, any one of them is up to the standard of fashionable hipsters in previous lives. After thinking about it, he scattered his hair, and patiently changed his clothes into the corpse. Only then did he breathe a long sigh of relief, found water bladders and some dried food such as dried meat on the corpses and ownerless war horses scattered all over the ground, and began to devour and drink.

He was sitting on the ground eating and drinking, when he faintly heard the sound of horses' hooves. Yang Zhihuo stood up, only to see a group of Turkic cavalry coming from the southern gorge mouth, and there were no less than a thousand people at a cursory glance! I cried out again and again: Is another endless game of cat and mouse hunting about to begin? Can't you let Lao Tzu stop for a while?

PS: How strong the support of the officials is, how far Yang Zhi can go!