The silver spear was still wandering and harvesting, the red tassel was stained with bright red blood, Changning's body was also mottled and dirty, and the leather armor on her back was torn in one place, but fortunately, the copper sheet blocked the blade and did not hurt her.

But Changning is already in a critical situation.

Not only because of the Turkic archers who were ready to attack, but also because of herself.

Changning sighed, she couldn't protect the twenty people of the team like she did at the beginning.

The entire squad was constantly wounded or even killed, and the formation was constantly shrinking.

Because of her physical strength, her energy is too limited.

Although Changning has good combat skills in her previous life, her physical condition is still a fifteen-year-old girl.

Even after two months of exercise, she can only maintain a short period of fullness.

Now this silver spear is a little too heavy for her, and the stabbing and slashing action is mostly to attack with the weight momentum of the spear itself, in order to save physical strength.

She was sweating profusely, but she still persevered with a terrifying ruthlessness.

Keep pushing your limits.

In the distance, Naruo had apparently noticed that the silver spear was not as fast as before, and he curled the corners of his lips and his hand fell sharply.

The trombone sounded, and the arrows rained down.

Between the lightning and flint, the Turkic cavalry fled backwards in unison.

Changning's eyebrows were raised, but instead of taking advantage of the situation to pursue, he shouted as soon as possible: "Withdraw!" ”

Those in her squad did not hesitate to retreat with her.

Changning didn't care about the others, he tore off the tattered leather armor on his body and threw it on the ground as soon as he could, jumped over a corpse with his feet, and seemed to flee in the direction of the city gate.

"Hey," said Ruo, who finally got a little interested, "pretty smart." ”

In order to protect their own retreat, 80 percent of the first wave of arrows fired at the position of the Turkic cavalry at the time of the battle.

In this way, when the rain of arrows fell, the shot hit the enemy army that had rushed to chase the Turks.

But Changning obviously knew this, and instead of forcibly chasing the Turkic cavalry, she fled faster than a rabbit, jumping out of the first wave of arrows in three steps and two steps.

Safe and sound.

That is obviously provoked to be competitive.

This time, he pulled out the golden knife, and the direction of the blade was the direction of Changning's escape.

The Turkic archers were solemn, all with their bows stretched like a full moon, and their heads moved with the prince's golden sword, loyal and fierce.

Changning looked up, and the dazzling golden color of the Turkic army flashed across her eyes.

"Oops." She snorted.

His silver spear was too eye-catching, and he was targeted by that crazy and vengeful Naruo.

This wave of arrows was clearly aimed at her.

"Spread out!" She shouted, drove away the people around her, raised her foot and kicked on a corpse, a silver spear slammed into the ground, and the silver moon hooked her head in the sun.

So what if you just aim at this gun?

He slashed down with his sword, and a tsunami-like rain of arrows came from the mountains.

The place where Changning stood was shot into a sieve, and the corpse on the ground was even more bloody and fleshy, like a hedgehog.

The spear also fell in the slamming of sharp arrows.

Naruo raised his chin and looked away, only to find that the hundreds of surviving people had already run out of range.

The gate of Qing'an County opened, ready to take them into the city.

"Prince?" The general beside him whispered.

This is a good opportunity, the Turkic iron cavalry charges, and this distance is only a few moments.

Naruo shook his head: "A round of arrow rain on the wall is enough to slow down the speed of my Turkic warriors, and there will be rolling stones blocking the way when they rush to the city wall, and they can't pass the city gate, and the gains outweigh the losses." ”

Soon, hundreds of remnants poured into the city, and the gates closed again with a thud.

"Don't worry, it's just noon, continue to call the battle." If you are confident, you will be fluttering.

The Turks cursed again, but Naruo rode away from the front of the battle for a while.

He came to his tent, moved his nose and shook his head wryly.

Then he touched the mane of the steed, turned over and dismounted.

"Prince," said the attendant, who handed him a pot of raw meat mixed with hay.

If you take it, go into the big tent.

The large tent is very large, and in one corner there is a small tent that is half a person high and a foot long.

Naruo walked over with a basin, and a snoring roar sounded inside.

"Roar," Naruo also roared, and although the low roar inside did not stop, the meaning of the warning was obviously a little less.

And he lifted his chin and lifted the curtain of the tent.

There was a black hole inside, and I couldn't see anything clearly, only a pair of red and demonic round eyes, reflecting the light in the tent, which made people seep.

Naruo was not afraid, roared lowly, and pushed the food bowl in.

The sound of eating sounded inside.

"Little guy, if it weren't for Na Mu Lang's sudden appearance in Qing'an, I wouldn't have taken you out to suffer this crime, now that you have remembered my taste, you will always be loyal to me, understand." If he pats the head of the tent, it is like patting his own horse.

Unfortunately, there was no response in the small tent.

If you shake your head and smile, it takes patience and chance to recognize the Lord for this kind of naturally intelligent fetish, and the most important thing for him is time.

But at this moment, the military and civilians in Qing'an County lack the most time.

"It's a pity that the little armorer is dead." Someone in the city sighed.

They stood on the city wall and saw that the little armorer with the silver spear was an enemy of great skill.

It's a pity that he was buried in a rain of arrows that gathered fire.

"The hateful Turkic dog, you can't see my Dachu people showing their heads!" The commanders watching the battle on the city walls snorted.

The Turks targeted the silver-speared warriors in this way, clearly wanting to strangle such talents in the cradle.

The little armorer is obviously proficient in arranging formations, if he escapes back to the city, Qing'an will definitely be in this formation again, and it will only cause greater losses to the Turkic cavalry, so Naruo will take special care of Changning.

"Vicious!" Everyone on the city wall cursed, but they could only accept their fate.

"The leaders are ahead of the group, and the generals will return to the camp tent to discuss again." With a bandage on his left hand, Zhao Shen led the team down from the city wall, and on the ladder, he saw that the city wall was very lively.

The three or four hundred people who were lucky enough to escape were surrounded by a small man in brown clothes and a masked face.

Although the blood on the battlefield made them unhappy, this little boy who led them to survive was still the savior in their eyes.

"He's still alive?" Zhao Shen will be shocked.

"How is that possible!"

"He's still alive?"

The commanders were also frightened and exchanged ears.

Zhao Shen will look down and carefully identify it.

The crowd deftly dodged left and right, successfully avoiding the big hands stretched out by several strong men around him, and the masked little man who was as agile as a rabbit jumped onto the sacks piled up at the base of the city wall.

It's not a little armor with a silver spear, who else can it be.

Zhao Shen rushed over, and someone opened the way along the way, and he stood under the sack and asked, "How did you survive?" ”

Changning raised his head, and the generals in the city could be said to be here.

Especially Fang Qian, his eyes hadn't left for a moment since she came back.

If he couldn't see clearly on the city wall before, now that Changning is close at hand, those eyes that he will never forget are still smart and shrewd, how can he not be recognizable: "You! ”

"Your Excellency, please take a step to speak, and there is an important military situation report from your humble position." Changning took the lead and jumped off the sack.