At this time, Long Chen also suppressed the Turks.

Soon, however, the Turks moved again.

They unanimously raised their weapons and slashed at Long Chen.

As for Wang Zhu on the side, they directly ignored it.

The knife slashed through the skin, and bright red blood gushed out, but Long Chen didn't care.

He hooked his right hand at the nearest Turkic soldier and knocked him to the ground with a single punch.

Ignoring the wound in his left hand, he swung it out with great force, knocking a sneaking Turkic soldier to the ground.

At that moment, he was slashed in the back.

Chen Long quickly turned around, stared at the person who had injured him, raised his foot and kicked it hard.

Wang Zhu on the side took the injuries on Chen Long's body, but he couldn't do anything.

Seeing that he was covered in blood, he couldn't resist it, Wang Zhu glanced around, looking for something.

Soon he saw the wooden stick not far away, took it in his hand, and headed towards the Turk who was besieging Long Chen and was closest to him.

The wooden stick smashed into the opponent fiercely, and he had already used all the strength of Wang Zhu.

The Turkic who had been smashed slowly turned around, staring at Wang Zhu with an evil gaze, and the killing intent in his eyes was about to overflow.

Wang Zhu was frightened, his legs began to weaken, and he wanted to escape, but unfortunately his feet stood in place, as if they were growing there, and he couldn't move a bit.

Step by step, the Turks walked towards the king's pillar, waved the weapon in their hands, and at the moment of attack, they suddenly fell straight to the ground.

It turned out that Wang Zhu's stick still knocked people unconscious, but the opponent's reflex arc was a little longer.

Looking at the other party's fallen body, Wang Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, before he could put his heart down, a Turkic noticed this.

The man first glanced at his companion on the ground, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and then looked up at Wang Zhu.

Then he quickly raised the weapon in his hand and ran towards the king pillar.

Wang Zhu, who was frightened again, moved this time.

He ran as soon as he pulled his legs, and the Turks followed closely behind him, and soon caught up.

Just as the sword in the Turk's hand was about to swing at Wang Zhu's back, a slight and sharp sound sounded in the wind.

Wang Zhu felt something rub against his cheeks.

He involuntarily stopped, and before he could react, another quick shadow flashed in front of him.

Wang Zhu heard the oncoming movement, it was the sound of horses' hooves, and the ground was trembling.

He looked at the vague group in front of him, slowly turned around, and saw behind him the Turkic soldier who had been chasing her before, already lying on the ground, and there was a piercing arrow at the mouth of the moon.

As he turned, another sharp arrow flew past him, shooting straight at the executioners who were attacking Long Chen.

As the sound of horses' hooves approached behind them, more and more sharp arrows flew towards the executioners.

Soon the Turks who besieged Chen Long were all shot by sharp arrows and fell to the ground and died.

Without the siege of those people, Chen Long finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he fell to his knees, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Wang Zhu immediately ran over, greedy for Chen Long so that he would not fall to the ground.

Governor Lin came quickly with the soldiers behind him, grabbed the reins in his hand, and stopped the mount from galloping forward again.

He frowned fiercely, looked at Wang Zhu and Chen Long on the ground, and said in a low and majestic voice: "This official is the prefect of Luoyang City, how many Turks are there in the village?" Do you know which direction they are in? What is the situation in the village, and are the casualties serious? ”