When the first Yongzhou soldier was bitten by a cave newt and fell on the cliff with his head in a different place, the Yongzhou soldiers woke up from this dream of killing.

The Yongzhou soldiers looked in horror at the round, bare skull rolling to his feet. Half of the corpse that fell on the cliff and fell down, and the intestines flowed to the ground.

Cave newts are afraid of light, and they would not easily appear at dawn like this. But the killing of the Yongzhou soldiers was an irresistible temptation for the newts, who crawled through the gaps in the light under the cliffs. In every crevice of the rocks was a large or small newt. They have been watching the carnival of the Yongzhou soldiers with cold eyes, they are like the best hunters, quietly waiting for the prey to be sent to the door by themselves.

So when the Yongzhou soldier who was so forgetful that he killed him accidentally retreated to the bottom of the cliff, the newt bit off his head.

The Yongzhou soldiers still didn't see who the opponent was chasing them was. The soldiers who had seen the newt had been cut down by the Yongzhou soldiers and turned into a puddle of flesh and mud on the ground.

Fear is something more crushing than strength.

The calves of the Yongzhou soldiers trembled, and they invariably threw away their weapons. The adrenaline created by the killing faded in an instant, and Yongzhou Bing felt his crotch wet. A gust of wind blew, and the pants mixed with urine stuck to the buttocks, colder than the bare shoulders of the Yongzhou soldiers.

The strong leg muscles of the Yongzhou soldiers were tightened in an instant, and they had enough explosive power to make them run wild like vicious dogs that had escaped their ropes.

But

"Coo, coo, huo", the baby's cry has reached the front of the Yongzhou soldiers.

"Coo, coo, goo", not just in the front, but in the back, in the middle, such a baby cry sounded in all directions.

Losing the direction of escape, the accumulated strength was unloaded in an instant. A Yongzhou soldier fell into the mud. He scrambled a few steps, picked up his broadsword from the ground, and barely stood up again. "Who! Who's messing around! Lao Tzu is not afraid of you! ”

People are always so hypocritical. The mouth is not afraid, but the body is very honest. The back is a very special part of the human body, and when people are afraid, they always like to rely on something to give themselves more security.

Sometimes you can choose to lean on people, and sometimes even against a rock.

The Yongzhou soldier had made the wrong choice of stone at this time.

His back was about to touch the hard and rough rock, but as soon as he felt his ankles cold, the whole person was dragged away. The screams of terror just about to make a sound stopped abruptly.

"Gu Lulu", the head of the unlucky ghost just now was like being kicked lightly, and rolled straight to the feet of Yongzhou soldiers.

There was finally a smart one in the Yongzhou soldiers, and he yelled: "Everyone go to the middle!" That thing is on the side. ”

The Yongzhou soldiers gathered in the middle like ants, moving forward carefully and quickly.

The sound of rustling has been closely following the Yongzhou soldiers. The Yongzhou soldiers walked faster, and the voices of those squirming became more urgent. The Yongzhou soldiers slowed down, and the sound of those squirming slowed down, like a shadow.

Those Yongzhou soldiers also often hunt in the mountains and forests, and of course they know what these shadowy voices mean. They met the most brutal hunters, and they were the most cowardly prey, toyed with by these hunters to applause.

The Yongzhou soldiers finally collapsed and ran forward like crazy. I don't care about my comrades-in-arms who get along day and night, whether they have lost their heads or broken arms.

The Yongzhou soldiers soon caught up with Xiao Zimao and others. The scream, dominated by fear, sent Xiao Zimao's horse into a stumbling around. The countenance, covered in the blood of the enemy, was even more hideous because of fear.

At this time, Xiao Zimao, Xiao Zijing, Xiao Ziliang, Xiao Zizhen, Xiao Lian and He Jingying and others all gathered together. It's not that they don't want to run. Instead, they had to cross a narrow mountain path in front of them, which was too straight and steep to cast a shadow on the ground. It was a place where the sun would never shine, and it was covered with thick, wet moss all year round.

And now the dark green moss has turned black, and the wet dew has turned into blood with a fishy smell. The soldiers who had run through this canyon before were left with only some stumps, and they were thrown into the canyon with scattered grounds.

And the Yongzhou soldiers who fled from the rear also fully explained the situation behind.

They actually fell into a situation where there are wolves in front of them and tigers in the back. Only when they gather in the sun, and only the temperature of the sun on their faces can they feel a little safe.

But the sun is going to set after all. How soon will this hunt end?

At this time, the person who is most angry in his heart is none other than Xiao Zimao. He risked fleeing without permission, bearing the responsibility of bullying the king, pressing his own net worth and life, and fighting for his salary, but he just sent himself to such an execution ground.

Although Xiao Zimao was annoyed and desperate to escape from Lu Liang, he did not forget the purpose of his coming here today.

He and Pei Wanxi glanced at each other, and they both had the same idea in their hearts.

Pei Wanxi stood behind Xiao Lian, suddenly looked hideous, and made a move aimed at Xiao Lian's heart. At this time, Xiao Zimao also made a move on Xiao Ziliang.

Who would have thought that a man sitting in a boat would raise a butcher's knife to himself?

A baby's cry pierced the sky. This one was louder than all the newt sounds I'd ever heard. Xiao Zimao was shocked, and the sword stabbed out in his hand was deflected by three points, which happened to pierce Xiao Ziliang's shoulder.

Xiao Ziliang has been a scholar with fine skin and tender meat all his life, even if he leads the troops to the battle, he is escorted by the left and right generals, and it is okay to ride around the battlefield on horseback, and he is far inferior to Xiao Zijing in terms of real swords and guns, and even far inferior to Xiao Zimao, who has been dealing with mountain barbarians and mercenaries. Immediately, he snorted, and his face turned pale.

However, Pei Wanxi's sword was not affected by this baby's cry in the slightest, and the sword went down with hatred and accuracy, stabbing into Xiao Lian's back. Xiao Lian didn't even have time to hum, so he fell down.

He Jingying was so shocked that the word "Xiao Lian" was about to blurt out, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Xiao Zimao with a three-point smile on his face, and held back again, but the whole person trembled and pounced.

He Jingying stared at Pei Wanxi with anger. In the next second, the silver light of the Folding Moon Sword flashed, and it was already facing Pei Wanxi.

With a "bell", a sword picked He Jingying's sword away.

He Jingying saw that the person who came turned out to be Xiao Zijing, and immediately became angry: "King Anlu! It turns out that you are in the same group as King Jin'an? ”

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