"At most, there will be an hour, and the sky will be bright, but thanks to this little cloud, we will not be overtaken by the minions behind. ”

Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Building, tore off a strip of cloth from his shirt and tied it above his bleeding forearm, biting the back of the knife in his mouth, so his words were a little slurred.

Like him, Qian Erye, who was leaning against a dwarf pine, also inspected the wounds on his body, more than a dozen places, large and small, but they did not hurt the muscles and bones, and it did not affect the strength. He glanced at the somewhat loose belt of his step after running and fighting, and tied it in a dead knot.

There were only two hundred paces behind them, and the rocket-sending spear still couldn't bite the fleeing five-story and six-story warriors.

Several of the sharpshooters looked at the leader of them, and unlike the many crossbowmen, they all had horses to ride.

The range of the horse bow is not as good as the foot bow, and it is not even as good as the power crossbow of the Dayao system, but the best materials and excellent craftsmanship can make the congenitally inferior horse bow break through the armor in a hundred steps in the hands of the marksman.

The crossbowmen are all disciples of the outer mountains on Songfeng Mountain, but they are the sharpshooters selected from the Jiangzhou Prefecture Army of Dayao, and they have been secretly stationed in the Songshan Gate for half a year.

Besides, the mountain master of the Jiangzhou Jianghu Gate Sect made a generous move, and the few of them were also well entertained on the mountain, so it was natural for them to make some efforts at this time.

The leader of the cavalry lieutenant in the army pondered for a moment, there had been no war in Jiangzhou for a long time, and he was unfamiliar with the battle formation of the cavalry lieutenant, and he still had some experience in encircling and suppressing the martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

Regardless of the level of the realm, what the martial artist relies on is not only the physique, but the breath in the body. No matter how high the realm is, the martial artist also has to ventilate, this is the first experience since the Dayao army reorganized the rivers and lakes, when ventilating, but where the realm is almost extraordinary, and the degree of being able to do whatever you want without traces will be exposed, big or small flaws.

Martial arts fighting, which side changes air first often means that the foundation of the realm is not as good as the other party, if there is no means to side-the-side, defeat is a sure thing.

Da Yao pursued and suppressed the martial artists of the rivers and lakes, and he couldn't escape the consumption of arrows first, and then waited for the opportunity to move with elite soldiers or eagle dogs recruited from the same rivers and lakes mixed with a large number of foot soldiers.

This pine forest is only a hundred acres, and the disciples of Songfeng Mountain are two hundred, even if they dig three feet into the ground, these two people will dig it out, thinking of this, this cavalry captain said to these people: "Pass the order, Songfeng Mountain disciples, a team of five people, spread out the search, if there is any abnormality, the two teams next to it will go up to help drag it, and then ten thousand arrows will be fired..."

He recalled the deeds of chasing down the famous people in Linzhou back then, and showed a smug smile: "The six-story martial artist has not been shot into a hedgehog." ”

The Captain had forgotten the dozens of lives that his colleagues had filled in before he was exhausted.

The two hundred or so disciples of Songfeng Mountain were obviously instructed by the mountain before, and they followed the orders of this riding captain, so they took their places in less than a cup of tea.

"Lord Lieutenant. One of the Divine Shooters rode his horse closer, and whispered to the captain, "Most of the torches carried by these Songfeng Mountain disciples are only one or two torches, if they drag it out any longer, I'm afraid that if we can't wait for the dawn, we will have to let them escape." ”

"This...."The cavalry lieutenant hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "A five-story building and a six-story building, it is the role of the head of the army, and everything is stable." ”

With that, he yelled at the slowly advancing Songfeng Mountain crossbowmen, "Hurry up! Don't let the thieves of Yanyu Tower escape!"

Yu Cheng and Qian Erye, who also heard the roar, quietly moved their positions, and moved the hidden place that was originally a little offset closer to the place where the roar came from.

This pine forest is quite densely grown, and the pine needles on the ground are heavy, and it is not easy for people to walk, but it is a common thing for those who have been under the crotch mount on Songfeng Mountain since the foal, so the cavalry captain saw those Songfeng Mountain disciples who were struggling to trek on the pine needles that were almost below his knees, and he became a little anxious, and the scolding problems raised in the army were a little unbearable:

"Damn, all old ladies are virtuous, try to slow down, see if Lao Tzu's horsewhip doesn't make you cry dad and call mother. ”

Songfeng Mountain, which is very different from the military atmosphere, even the disciples of the outer mountains, rarely hear such almost humiliating words in the mountain gate, when even a few people blushed and wanted to refute, but they were forced by the enemy, they could only grit their teeth and swallow in their stomachs, while trying their best to pull their legs out of the pine needles.

After nearly a stick of incense, seeing that those Songfeng Mountain disciples still failed to find the two people of Yanyulou who were hiding, this cavalry captain was even more anxious, and the curse words became more and more difficult to hear, and rode his horse close to those Songfeng Mountain disciples who were trying to speed up their pace, and the horse whip was mixed with foul language and slashed their heads and faces, and the latter also did not dare to speak but dared to be angry, and after glaring at him, he received two more whips.

The originally neat procession was scattered under the whipping of the horseman, and although the rest of the sharpshooters also disagreed with his move, they did not dare to step forward to dissuade him, so they could only ride their horses to follow.

The horseman, who was riding his horse and spitting on it, noticed that the horse's right front hoof had stepped on something hard, and his doubts flashed in his heart, but then he looked under the horse, and by the light of the torch beside him, he saw a little cold mangsen flashing between the heavy pine needles, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Qian Erye's knife cut off the horse's front hooves, and then took advantage of the horse's forward rush to cut through the horse's belly, and the entangled horse's belly intestines flowed out of the wound, and the rider's mount neighed and knocked him to the ground.

Qian Erye, who was drenched in the horse's belly, wiped the stains on his face, and cut an oncoming crossbow arrow in half with a knife.

He looked at Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyu Building, and saw that it was the same knife, but that knife cut off the heads of three horses, and then with another knife, three human corpses fell to the ground from the three horse corpses.

The crossbowmen of Songfeng Mountain cautiously surrounded them, but the distance was too close for the crossbows to easily injure their fellow men, so they discarded the winding ear crossbows and drew their blades from their waists.

Second Master Qian spat into his palm, and Yu Cheng resisted the enemy back to back.

One drop, two drops, three drops, four drops of autumn rain, the torrential rain fell from the sky, in the pine forest, the two of them were alone with the two hundred disciples of Songfeng Mountain.

One against a hundred.

After the vest was touched, it bounced away, and Qian Erye and Yu Cheng were waving knives, waving knives in the rain, and waving knives at hundreds of enemies in front of them.

The cold autumn rain and the red blood splashed in the pine forest are mixed together, and people can't tell whether it is blood or rain.