The shouts from behind him, and the cold meaning in the words, made the fleeing people tremble unconsciously. Under extreme fear, they quickened their pace, and at the same time keenly grasped the most critical point, that is, those who stood in the way, killed.

Kill those who stand in the way? That is, as long as you don't get in the way, then you won't die?

Many people immediately thought of it.

In the moment of life and death, the fear is still there, but their minds are spinning. If someone else told them that they wouldn't die if they didn't get in the way, they wouldn't believe it, they would just think that it was someone else who tricked them into getting out of the way. But if it were said by the cavalry who were chasing them now, the meaning would be completely different, at least these fierce cavalrymen didn't have any reason to deceive them, did they?

Thinking so, the people did the same, and the outermost people began to break away from the ranks and hide in front of the doors of shops and houses, in the corners of the streets. As soon as these people moved, the people in the center of the crowd also had room to move, and they were no longer as crowded as before, at least some of them could already try to gradually get out and move towards the periphery.

The hearts of the people who had taken refuge on both sides of the street were still in their throats, and they were anxious, waiting for the trial from the Namashu cavalry with the same nervousness as they waited for the verdict. They waited, and after a short time, they could not help cheering when they saw the cavalry rushing past them and ignored them.

If someone does it, there will naturally be people who imitate it, not to mention that people are conformists. Even though some of the people still had doubts in their hearts, they all made a choice under the pressure of the approaching sound of horses' hooves, and the cheers in the distance behind them.

That is to break away from the crowd and hide on both sides of the street.

The young players who were still in the fleeing crowd and did not leave breathed a sigh of relief, the shout of the state cavalry just now came at the right time, like a light shining in the darkness, allowing these chaotic people to find an exit, I have to say that it is really lucky.

If you want to let him shout instead, I am afraid that my voice will be hoarse, and it is estimated that not many people will dodge according to his words, and 11,000 words are not as good as a word from the deadly cavalry. It's ridiculous, but fortunately, more people survived, and the result was good.

This burst of running, with his player's physique, can't stand it, not to mention other people. Under the persecution of life and death, these people have shown more endurance than usual, faster speed, but also has a time limit, for example, now, there are many people who are unable to run, and their pace has slowed down.

The young player didn't know that the luck he was thinking about in his mind was actually intentional on Lu Bu's part. Even now, Lu Bu is consciously controlling the forward speed of the cavalry, so that the speed of the war horse gradually decreases.

It was a break to give the horses a moment of respite and regain their horsepower, and also to allow more people to disperse to both sides of the streets, so that the roads could be wider again.

However, no matter how much the war horse runs, it is faster than a person, not to mention that Lu Bu did not completely release the water. Therefore, many of the people who broke away from the ranks and did not have time to hide in the streets on both sides had their backs to the tall war horses under the seat of the Bingzhou cavalry.

"Bang."

The people who were in the middle of the road, and in the path of the cavalry, were knocked away, and the whole person flew far away, and when he was in the air, the blood spurting out of his mouth threw a bright arc. When he landed, another war horse came, and the horse's hooves trampled on its body, but in an instant, the bones were broken and the flesh and blood were blurred.

These people, Lu Bu will not care about their life or death, although the previous order has some meaning to clear the road, but it is not fake.

The Bingzhou cavalry under the command of Lü Bu resolutely carried out Lü Bu's orders, and those who stood in their way, who were not trampled to death by the horses, would die under the tips of their spears.

"Mother, Mother! Where are you? Wow wow. In the crowd, a little girl with pigtails sat on the ground crying, constantly calling to her mother. From time to time, the little girl would stretch out and wipe the snot off her face, making her face dirty like a little flower cat.

The small cloth she was wearing had become very dirty, covered in dust, and she didn't know how many times she had touched the ground. She was gray-headed, with only two distinct sparkling marks under her eyes revealing the color of her skin.

She didn't know when she got lost with her mother, she was left behind, and she could only sit in the middle of the road and cry.

No one wants to save her, the players won't, the people won't, and the fleeing crowd doesn't even know if they can save their lives, so how could they think of saving this little girl? In the same way, who is willing to risk their lives to save the people who have already taken refuge on both sides of the street?

"Damn." The young player turned back and unconsciously slowed down.

As a player, he has worked hard to help these natives, and there is no need to pay the price of a death for them, which will cost them equipment and experience and skill proficiency.

He thought so, but when he heard the little girl's cry and looked back to see the little girl's lonely figure, he had only one simple thought.

That is, save people!

Whether this is a real little girl or not, but she is a child, a helpless and scared little girl. And he, a player, is afraid of what death?

As the old saying goes, a person dies and dies, and after eighteen years, he is a good man again. Although he can't remember exactly what he said, he probably meant it right, so if he didn't save people, he would look down on himself!

This is not something he can do!

"Sprint!"

He quickly ran towards the little girl, the skill sprinting had already been used, before this he strictly calculated the consumption of physical strength, just wait for the critical time to use it, be prepared.

At this moment, the young player is running fast, he really feels like he is chasing the wind, and he is in better shape than ever. He even had the feeling that he could save the little girl at his own speed and take her away smoothly.

But when he picked up the little girl, his face was bitter, and his teeth bit his lips bloody.

Delusion is an illusion after all, how can a man run faster than a horse? The speed he felt was just that he had time to pick up the little girl, and no matter how much he had, he didn't even have time to turn around.

In front of him, a shadow appeared.

The shadow of the horse overlapped with the shadow of the man, covering him completely.

Darkness is coming.

Fortunately, he was still fast, and he was fast enough to turn around.

The young player's back was facing the approaching warhorse, and the little girl was firmly protected by his hands, slightly held upward.

He could already imagine what would happen to him, he would fly up and fall into the distance, and before that, he had to make sure that the little girl didn't touch the ground directly, or at least had a cushion.

Anyway, he is going to die, anyway, he just wants to save people.

Since you are dead, since you want to save people, if you die and people can't save you, how embarrassing and sad it should be? If you want to save, be resolute and do your best!

Then he flew out.

Fang Tian's halberd slapped heavily on his back, and the center of the young player's entire spine had been bombarded into several pieces by a huge force, and the internal organs were even more shattered.

He began to fly, not yet dead, and his eyes presented a world of blood-red, bloodshot from his eyes. But at this moment, he still firmly protected the little girl with both hands, and the pain did not make her let go.

Lu Bu didn't look at it, the speed of the red rabbit horse did not decrease, and there was a red shadow.

He had tried to spare the young man's life as much as possible, but he was in front of him.

Between slowing down the speed of the Red Rabbit Horse and killing the young man, Lu Bu chose to take action himself instead of the Red Rabbit Horse crashing into it, so he slowed down.

Since they are all dead, dying under Fang Tian's painting halberd can be regarded as a kind of fulfillment, and it has become much more glorious, right?

This is his rare mercy.