readx;? Chapter 553: What's going on

The riders in this team were all scarred, and everyone was tired. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMany were unarmed, and had almost no weapons other than the short daggers they carried with them.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose several miles behind the group. One of the knights who had fallen at the end of the line glanced back and immediately shouted in a neighing voice: "The pursuers have caught up again! Look at the dust, there are at least three thousand horses!"

According to the custom of one man and three horses of the Mongol soldiers, three thousand horses, at least a thousand cavalry.

And this team of riders, when they broke through in a hurry, could not prepare their horses at all. Not to mention one person and three horses, it is already very good to be able to guarantee that everyone has a horse. In fact, there were several people in this group who did not even have horses, and rode with the others.

The horsepower is insufficient, and in any case, it is impossible to get rid of the pursuers who are full of horsepower.

and was chased by a thousand soldiers, this team of less than fifty men and horses had only one way to die.

Even if among them, there are several masters with good martial arts. But in the face of a well-coordinated army, martial arts masters who are accustomed to fighting alone are good at fleeing, but if they dare to face the battle head-on, they are easy to be surrounded by the army.

Hearing that at least a thousand horsemen had followed their tracks, almost every rider in this group had a look of despair on their faces. A dozen of them were still armed, and they simply stopped their horses, ready to give up their flight and fight to the death with their pursuers.

"Don't stop!" An old man with white hair, luck dantian, tongue blooming spring thunder: "Hold on for a while, run for more than ten miles, and someone will be able to save us! Before that, even if the horse runs to death, don't stop!"

Hearing what the old Taoist said, the dozen or so cavalrymen who stopped continued to fight and gallop.

After a few more miles, the speed of the horsemen's horses slowed down markedly. It was a little red horse carrying two people, still at ease and running fast.

At this time, the forward cavalry of the pursuing army was already visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, the riders did not care about their mounts, and stabbed their horses in the buttocks with daggers to bleed. In exchange for a short-term outburst of the mount, this way of quenching thirst was used.

After running for a while, a cliff of dozens of feet appeared in front of this group of fleeing riders.

The old man who shouted just now, although his beard and hair are all white, and he is not young, his eyes are sharper than those of the condor shooters on the grassland. Far away, I vaguely saw a corner of the tent on the top of the cliff.

"It's here!" Lao Dao burst out: "Do you see the cliff ahead? Everyone go down the cliff! When we get there, we will be safe!"

The fleeing riders, including the Mongols, seemed convinced of the old way. Although none of them saw it, there were men and horses under the cliff who could resist a thousand pursuers and keep them safe. But they didn't say a word, and rushed down the cliff. At the same time, the knife stabbed the horse's buttocks, desperately squeezing out the last vitality of the mount.

On the way to the cliff, more than 20 horses neighed and died one after another. The Mongolian riders on horseback jumped off their horses with unusual agility before the horses fell to the ground, rolled on the spot to unload the momentum, and continued to gallop after getting up.

None of these men, who grew up on horseback and had extremely superb equestrian skills, were injured because of the death of their horses.

At this time, the pursuers were less than a hundred feet away from the fugitives. The smiling face of the forward knight is already clearly visible. And the cliffs are still more than two miles away from them.

The horses have begun to die in succession, except for the fierce little red horse, I am afraid that all the horses will run to death before they reach the cliff. Without mounts, only a handful of the fugitives could flee to the bottom of the cliff before their pursuers intercepted them.

Seeing that the situation was critical, the old Taoist raised his voice and shouted, and the voice spread for several miles: "The dragon god is above! We are being hunted down and killed, please take the dragon god for protection!"

Dragons, a mythical beast, originally only appeared in legends. No one has ever really seen a dragon, and no one knows what kind of temper a dragon is.

So Lao Dao can't be sure that the dragon who was very unkind to them yesterday will definitely help them.

But the fugitives, who could not get rid of their pursuers and did not even have enough mounts, had no choice but to gamble.

On the top of a cliff, inside a tent.

Qin Hao lay motionless on his back on the bed, and Ouyang Jing was naked, curled up beside him, his eyes closed tightly, and he covered his ears with his hands.

"Ouyang Jing, someone called for help. Qin Hao said.

"Let Gollum go. Ouyang Jing closed her eyes and said very unhappily: "I made a lot of trouble all night yesterday, and I didn't fall asleep until dawn." I'm exhausted......"

"Little Gollum, you hear me, go and help. Qin Hao's feet flicked slightly, and he kicked the little grunt sleeping on his feet out of bed.

"Woo......" the little guy hummed unhappily, and simply slipped under the bed and fell asleep.

"You rebel, you don't listen to your teacher's orders!" Qin Hao said with a roll of his eyes.

"This is called the upper beam is not correct and the lower beam is crooked. Ouyang Jing muttered in a low voice: "I see, you Hidden Immortal faction can't teach good disciples who are filial to their masters." ”

"Then whatever those people do? The sound of horses' hooves is very deafening, and I can't sleep well. ”

"No matter what...... I'm tired, so let's get some more sleep. Seal the sense of hearing. Ouyang Jing muttered, arched his head under Qin Hao's ribs, and fell into a deep sleep.

In fact, with Ouyang Jing's current physique, even if he fought with Qin Hao for three days and three nights. Even if you die and come back to life halfway, you will faint and wake up, and you will wake up and faint. But as long as she comes to her senses, she can still be energetic and full of physical strength.

However, last night Qin Hao couldn't move because of a bone injury, and he repaired all night, and Ouyang Jing took the initiative to exercise on it. After a night, Ouyang Jing couldn't support it a little. Now she doesn't want to pay attention to anything, she just wants to be by Qin Hao's side and sleep well.

At this moment, the voice of the old Taoist came again: "The dragon god is above! disciples and other descendants of Yan and Huang have been hunted down and killed by foreign races, and I implore the dragon god to take shelter!"

Although Lao Dao can't be sure, the golden dragon he saw yesterday must be the dragon totem of Huaxia. But when he couldn't, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to gamble.

"The descendants of Yan and Huang? The Great Song Dynasty is far away in the south, with a Jin country in the middle, and what are you doing all the way to the grassland? Isn't this sick? I'm afraid it's a traitor. ”

Qin Hao muttered, released a huge amount of spiritual power, and leaned down the cliff.

With Qin Hao's current realm of the fifth turn of the sage and the strong strength of the eighth turn of the sage, the scene scanned by his spiritual power was as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

As soon as his spiritual power swept down, he saw a group of people rushing towards the cliff and wolves.

"Huh, what's the situation?" Qin Hao was slightly stunned: "These people seem to have a bit of a background!"

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