Bursts of rockets fired, and the yurt behind Zhu Cong and all the yurts around him gradually burst into flames. It seems that he can't stay in this hiding place. Thinking of this, Zhu Cong tore off a piece of cloth vine on the yurt, and a rain of arrows struck, Zhu Cong danced the huge cloth vine in his hand, and those random arrows made the cloth vine roll fly out.

Zhu Cong wanted to contain the time, but it seems that it will not work, it is not good to stay here for a long time, Zhu Cong thought of this, and the cloth in his hand danced more diligently, turning into a gray shadow and flying a rain of arrows. The tiptoes are frequent, but they are getting farther and farther away.

"Is the captain chasing?" A captain behind him asked.

"No need to chase. Anyway, with layers of heavy troops, he can't escape. We burned all these tents at the command of the Great Khan, and killed all those who were in the way, and we left them alone as they fled. The cavalry captain replied.

According to the order given by Wanyan Honglie's suggestion, Sang Kun entered the formation horizontally, advanced inward layer by layer, surrounded the camp layer by layer, and drove all the people to the center, so as to gather and annihilate them.

Zhu Cong rolled the cloth vines away from those arrow rains, shook off the tattered cloth vines in his hands, and saw the rest of the Jiangnan Five Monsters from afar, seeing that they had no accidents, and his heart was much more steady.

"Second brother, how is the battle ahead?" Ke Zhen, the boss of the six monsters in Jiangnan, asked with a turn of his eyes.

"It's not good, the enemy outside is approaching layer by layer, and Temujin's main force is hundreds of miles away, it seems that this time the big thing is not good, maybe our brothers have to stay here." is telling the truth to his brother Zhu Cong.

The sound of tearing in the distance was getting closer, and the smoke over Temujin's camp was getting heavier. Several people standing here could smell the smell of smoke, and their expressions were serious.

"Mother!" Suddenly, a hoarse cry came from the tent behind him, it was Guo Jing's voice. As soon as they heard his cry, a few of them suddenly felt bad and ran towards Guo Jing.

Although it was daytime, because it was still early in the morning, the yurt was still slightly dim, and some objects of the Southern Dynasty could be vaguely seen in the dim tent, such as the splendid embroidery hanging on the east wall, and the Wuxi clay man Afu placed on the desk. This is Guo Jing's mother, Li Ping, lying quietly in Guo Jing's arms, a pair of scissors on her chest dyed a dazzling blood flower, although she is dead, there is a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Guo Jing bowed his head on his mother's corpse, the corners of his mouth sobbed, but he couldn't cry.

The six monsters of Jiangnan who opened the tent and came in couldn't help but feel a little gloomy when they saw this scene, these days of getting along, several of them have a deep admiration for this seemingly weak but actually strong Southern Dynasty woman, she obviously didn't want to drag Guo Jing to escape, and as a result, she committed suicide. Han Xiaoying couldn't help but turn her face when she saw Li Ping, who died with a smile, and lowered her forehead. His shoulders twitched slightly.

Ke Zhenwei didn't see the situation here because he was blind, and he scolded with the snake staff in his hand: "Jing'er, what are you crying about, what's going on?" ”

Guo Jing saw that several masters were coming, and said intermittently: "Mother, mother, she committed suicide." ”

"Second Master, is my mother still saved?" Guo Jing hugged his mother's cold corpse and asked Zhu Cong, who was standing beside him.

"This, this" Zhu Cong, who has always been like a clever spring, was asked by this sentence.

"Idiot!" Han Xiaoying took Li Ping's body with tears in her eyes. "Let me take care of Mrs. Li's funeral."

Silently, she dug a deep pit in the yurt with the axe in her hand, time was running out, and she couldn't care about anything else, Han Xiaoying gently put Li Ping's body into the pit.

"Jing'er, time is running out, watch your mother's last face, and knock a song for your mother." Han Xiaoying said to Guo Jing, who was looking at everyone in a daze, but his eyes were full of confusion.

Guo Jing didn't say a word, knelt down silently, and slammed his head on the ground. Prostrate and prostrate. It was only when everyone completely covered his mother's body with dirt that they got up silently.

"Jing'er, are you okay?" Han Xiaoying asked with concern. Before he could speak, Ke Zhenwei said: "Men should be like this, don't cry, what's the use of crying, you have to find the enemy to find him for revenge." ”

"Yes, Master!" Suddenly, Guo Jing seemed to have grown up a lot. He silently said to himself in his heart, who is the enemy outside, and why did it come from, no matter who forced my mother to death, I will seek revenge on him.

At this time, a dense sound of hooves came into everyone's ear drums, and Ke Zhenwei was the first to hear the sermon, and he shouted: "Everyone go quickly, the enemy's cavalry is coming." As soon as the voice fell, a rocket fired, and the fire burned along the four walls, and the fire was very fierce, and in a blink of an eye, it tore a hole in the top of the yurt.

Nancy was in a hurry, grabbed the collapsed felt, and danced above everyone's heads, and the arrows made the felt fly.

"Let's go!" Nancy Ren shouted.

The crowd nodded and retreated to the west. Before leaving, Guo Jing walked quickly to the embroidery left by his mother, carefully removed it, and put it in his arms. Then he quietly retreated with a few masters.

The first was Zhu Cong, who poked his head out and looked, and there was indeed no enemy in the west. The Wanghan tribe was killed from the outside in, and it had not yet reached the middle place, so naturally there was no enemy on one side. When Nancy saw that everyone had gone out, he wrapped the felt in his hands and went out with him.

Poking his head out, the smell of burning in the air outside was very obvious, the yurt was mostly leather goods, and many Temujin people who were shot in the yurt too late to come out of the yurt naturally smelled in the face. The witty sound of the war horses, the sound of the strings, and the screams of countless women and children came to everyone's ears along with the smoke.

Hearing the screams of the deaths of the clansmen who got along with him day and night, Guo Jing couldn't help but look back, glanced at the shadow of the war horse in the smoke with hatred, and couldn't help clenching the saber in his hand. Han Xiaoying, who was following closely behind him, gently pushed him: "Jing'er, the enemy is powerful, and revenge doesn't have to be today." Let's go. ”

Guo Jing nodded heavily, and hot tears dripped from the tiger's eyes. Although he is a reckless person, he is also indiscriminate. The group continued to creep quietly to the west, and there were occasional sporadic enemy horsemen, but they were easily dealt with.

The majestic black banner swayed high in the air, and layers of goods piled up around Temujin's golden tent blocked the advance of the Wanghan tribe's cavalry. Behind each pile of goods were a few women with sabers or bows and arrows, only a few of them were young and strong, and many of the women and children of the camp were concentrated here to confront the troops surrounding the Golden Horde.

The innermost old woman, wrapped in a gray robe and holding a bow and arrow, was none other than Temujin's mother, Ha Erlun, who looked at the layers and rode around the subway. Knowing that this time it will not be spared. But he still excitedly encouraged everyone: "Temujin's iron horse makes the whole steppe tremble, we can't weaken the name of our husband's children and grandchildren, although we are women and children, we are also the descendants of the steppe who live forever." ”