The steppe cavalry was a little flustered, after all, the sudden death of the centurion caught them by surprise. However, they were worthy of the elite of the grassland, and in an instant, they woke up from their panicked state, turned the tip of the arrow in unison, and pointed in the direction of the comer.

But what they didn't expect was that in a moment, the people who came had already rushed to their eyes and entered the formation. After a period of people flipped on their backs, they had to put away their crossbows and draw their swords against the enemy.

Look at the person carefully, thick eyebrows and big eyes, big shoulders and round waist, so that a round purple gold spear, the length of the spear is seven feet eight inches, after breaking into the enemy formation, or stabbing or picking, or sweeping or circle, it takes a moment, it has killed more than a dozen enemies, and at the same time do not forget to shout "Your eighth grandfather is here, the grassland barbarian Hugh is presumptuous."

This is not the end, the "eighth grandfather" who entered the crowd actually gave up the war horse under his crotch and the spear in his hand, jumped off the horse, and drew his knife and slashed. The seemingly majestic and burly man obviously has rich experience in the battle formation, and at this moment he picks the horses and legs of the grassland cavalry and cuts them, and for a while, the small encirclement is once again turned on his back, making the cavalry in the back row outside the circle unable to get close at all.

The enemy fell like stubble, and the seriously wounded boy knew from the sight of the iron arrow that they were coming. Although he only saw one person now, he knew that they came together, because the "Yanshan Eight Horsemen" never acted alone, and as long as they came, their lives would be worry-free. Prairie elite? Three hundred rides? What about five hundred, eight hundred horsemen? You know, they slaughtered the grassland, mountains and seas in one night, and killed the "Eight Horsemen of Yanshan" who killed all the thousands of horsemen on the grassland!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for seven more horsemen to gallop over, all of them sharpened their knives and were extremely fast. After the seven horsemen entered the battlefield, they were all silent. and the "Eight Grandfathers" in the circle formed an internal and external attack for a while, the swords were mixed up, and the enemy fell in pieces.

I don't know who recognized the person, the shouts of "killing eight demons" in the grassland language came and went, which made the chaotic grassland cavalry even worse, and the offensive was dispersed before it was completed. Because they know that it is okay to die, but Muto must not be fine.

Seeing that the grassland barbarians had the intention of retreating, the "Eighth Grandfather" who entered the enemy formation first was killing the rise, so he waited to chase the enemy, but was stopped by a middle-aged man in white armor, "Old Eight, don't be reckless."

The old eight, that is, the old eight Liao Chonghai of the Yanshan Eight Cavalry, has extremely high ability and is extremely murderous, and in the war that slaughtered the mountains and seas, he alone broke into the center of the enemy formation, and beheaded hundreds of enemies, which can be said to be not afraid of heaven and earth, but this person is the only one who has always obeyed the words of the boss of the eight horses, "Baijia Scholar".

At this moment, after putting away the knife and pulling out the gun, I can't help but scold and grunt, it's nothing more than what kind of grassland barbarian is lucky to be shit today, and grandpa will let you go first as a fart and so on. But after he turned his head and saw the miserable young man who couldn't stand upright because of the arrows in his legs, the anger suppressed by the boss immediately turned into a greater killing intent.

The invincible martial artist on the battlefield, Liao Chonghai, who had never bared his teeth once with several arrows in his body, was about to turn around and get on his horse to chase down the group of northern barbarians who had no fighting spirit. I decided in my heart that even if I was killed by the boss today, I would chase down and kill all the enemy riders in front of me. But at a glance, he caught a glimpse of the young man in front of him crumbling, and immediately reddened his eyes, crossed the place with one step, and gently held the young man's arm after landing on the ground, "Looking for the boy, it's too late."

The boy who was called looking for a boy is really miserable at the moment. There was no part of the whole body robe, and he was already hit by arrows in both legs, and in the chaotic battle, he tried his best to kill the enemy, and exchanged knives with the steppe barbarians, and his shoulders were still bleeding at this time. The ends of the hair scattered on the face had long been glued together by the clotted blood, and the face, which was not white, was covered with blood and soot, and only the clear eyes were still shining.

However, after this battle to the death and the death and the sight of his eight uncles, his heart was agitated, and even those eyes had some moisture. "Eighth uncle, I have big eyes, and I am blinded by the wind and sand of this grassland, your little eyes, have they also entered the sand?" The young man motioned to the eighth uncle to help him sit down slowly, raised his hand and made a gesture of drinking water, this raise of his hand involved the wound on his body, grinning in pain, and gasping a few breaths of cold air.

Liao Chonghai's eyes widened, "Good boy, I haven't seen him like this for two years, and I'm still as poor as before." Having said that, seeing that the young man's heart has not changed, especially after being seriously injured at this moment, he still has such a bearing, and the comfort in his heart is really inhumane.

Without waiting for Liao Chonghai to get up and get water, a slender Qingjia general had already walked next to him, his face was white and beardless, his thin and long eyebrows were like outlined, holding a kettle in one hand and a medicine bag in the other. When feeding the boy water, his movements were so gentle that he didn't look like a general fighting in a war, and his words were even more gentle, "Xun'er has really grown up, and he has become more and more majestic and manly." ”

Liao Chonghai pursed his lips and subconsciously moved to the side, which caused Qingjia's eyes to roll again. The young man who was holding his chin was helplessly tilted his head back, "Fourth uncle, don't tease me, you see I'm like this."

"Come, be good, don't make trouble, drink water, otherwise the fourth uncle won't like you", Qingjia deliberately bit his abnormally thin red lip, and gently moved forward with his right hand, and the young man had to drink water obediently. This caused the struggling teenager and Liao Chonghai, who was already covered with goosebumps, a chill.

The eldest Baijia scholar got off the horse and walked over, and the fourth and eighth had to obediently get aside. "Baijia Scholar" is the nickname given to him by Daxing's Jianghu and the army, and as for his real name, few people know it. But since ancient times, there have only been wrong names, not wrong nicknames. From this nickname, it can be vaguely seen that this is a man who is "both civil and military".

He is indeed worthy of the term "civil and military", there are rumors in the market that the "Yanshan Eight Horsemen" except for the boss is a real military general, the rest of the people are either disobedient Jianghu grass cowards, or strange people in the market who are originally good at themselves. Imagine that the man who can bring this group of people together is by no means just by force or brilliant.

There are also rumors that in the battle of slaughter that year, it was the boss Baijia scholar who made the Shanhai Department fall into an isolated and helpless situation, so that the enemy army was disheartened and was slaughtered by eight people overnight. As for the specific truth of these rumors, it is estimated that only the parties concerned and the owner of the Great General's Mansion behind them can know.

The boss carefully looked at the young man in front of him, the young man raised his head, his eyes were red again, and he choked up and couldn't speak, "Master, the Northwest Army, it's gone..."

The scholar in Baijia nodded faintly, "Our brother is traveling north this time, and we are traveling day and night, but I can't imagine that it is still late." The scholar's expression was gloomy, the 100,000 Northwest Army had lost completely this time, but fortunately, it was not too late...