"Let's go now...... This ......"

"Isn't it a bit too rushed?"

No one dared to question Lin Chaoci face to face.

It's just because Lin Chaoci is a congenital.

A third-rate master, facing ordinary people who can only handle crops with two hands, can fight more than ten of them.

Second-rate masters, in the face of ordinary people who can only handle crops with two hands, can fight dozens.

First-class masters, in the face of ordinary people who can only handle crops with two hands, can fight hundreds.

A master of congenital and above is not a person who can be killed by using the tactics of crowd warfare.

If you want to kill them, you can only use the army.

Or a variable number of masters of the rivers and lakes.

Just like the Great Qin Sword Saint Gai Nie, in the Wanyue Valley, protecting a child, he can kill the three hundred golden fire cavalry with his own strength without leaving a piece of armor, although he is injured and stained with blood, and has the name of the grandmaster, but the golden fire cavalry is not in vain, that is, if he wants to become one of the pawns, he is required to have a third-rate level, it is to refine the internal force, and he can kill more than ten ordinary people unarmed, not to mention the captain and commander among them.

Three hundred golden fire cavalry.

According to incomplete statistics.

Four congenital, twenty first-class.

There are also second-rate and third-rate masters who have not been counted.

There are too many to find out.

It is estimated that only the official in charge of statistics and the First Emperor know the specific battle losses, and like the rest of the countries, they only know the general battle situation.

Under the formation of an army.

Hosts can't stop it.

Even Mongolia, which is famous for its "cavalry shooting", does not dare to guarantee that its 200,000 string-controlling men will definitely be able to stop these 300 golden fire cavalry.

Therefore, Han Xiaoying and the others did not dare to question it in person.

Go back to their respective tents.

While packing up his things, he whispered.

However, this is an escape, not a trip.

Leave all the unimportant things behind, take only the necessary items, and if it interferes with your movements, throw away even the necessary items.

Nothing lives more important!

Belongings?

Status?

Identity?

As long as people are still there, they have the ability to create!

When people are gone, things are meaningless!

Is it possible, can you take it away if you die?

Right?

"Harm, seventh sister, don't think so much."

"There is no perfect solution in this world."

"The person brought by the county lord of the Yuan Dynasty, we don't know it, grandma's, two grandmasters, plus a few quasi-first-class archers, and a number of second-rate people, we have no chance to run if we want to, Lin Gongzi may have also thought of this, so we have to be fast, if we are ready here, it is estimated that this Mongolian army should also surround us."

"It's because we don't know that the incident is suddenly ready to go, so it's even more impossible for those people to know, right?"

Zhu Cong said on the side, brought a change of clothes, stuffed it into the package, and as soon as he turned around, he saw the short and fat Han Baoju walking in from outside the tent: "The horses are all ready, one person and three horses, Jing'er's little red horse is good, and the dark horse of the senior Lin is also very good, I looked at it twice, it is stronger than the sweat and blood BMW." ”

"Intrigued?"

Han Xiaoying laughed and teased.

made Han Baoju laugh uncontrollably.

Li Ping's side is also very measured.

I only brought a change of clothes.

The rest of the space was filled with water and dry food.

The package is not large, 70 centimeters in length and width.

The thicker there is fifteen centimeters.

Carrying it on your back does not affect your movements.

"Now that you're all packed, let's go!"

Lin Chaoci turned over and got on the horse, and glanced at the Jiangnan Seven Monsters, Li Ping and Guo Jing, who were quite well equipped, and there was no lack of stability in the words full of youthful heroism: "Aunt will be handed over to Guo Jing to take care of you, Han Nuxia, please take care of it more, my aunt has never practiced martial arts, and her physical fitness is definitely not as good as a few of us, Ke Daxia is blind and not suitable for leading the way in front, what about me, I am from other worlds, and I don't know what route, I can only distinguish the general direction, or let Zhu Daxia choose a few of them, choose a route, Let's go. ”

"Then I'll be disrespectful, Lin Gongzi."

Zhu Cong turned over and got on the horse.

Sit on horseback and arch your hands.

Then, with a flick of the horsewhip, the war horse under the crotch was in pain, and let out a cry of "sigh and law", and immediately, the horse galloped away into the distance, stepping on a small piece of dust.

"Let's go!"

Lin Chaoci smiled and pointed forward.

He rarely used a horsewhip.

Because the dark horse he trained can understand people.

……

When the group left, Zhao Min, who had been a guest in the Mongolian tent, didn't know, and by the time she knew, it was already too late.

"What do you all eat?"

"Eight quasi-first-class!"

"Eight!"

"Even if the eight of you are only good at archery, there are only six of the Seven Monsters in Jiangnan now, and one of them is still blind who can't see, you tell me, how did you manage to be killed by half of these six people, and the remaining few ran back in ashes?"

"Mounted shooting, riding shooting, riding shooting!"

"Even if Guo Jing is an archer, you eight archers, one for him, and at the same time draw a bow and shoot arrows, he has to dodge eight arrows!"

Zhao Min is not very old.

Looking at the appearance, it is also the appearance of the 14th Five-Year Plan.

Stretching out his hand, he gestured with the word "eight".

It seems that I want to confirm this fact.

Divine Arrow Hachio knelt on the ground.

Oh, no.

Half dead.

It should be called the Four Heroes of the Divine Arrow.

Under Zhao Min's angry reprimand, cold sweat was dripping, and Zhao Yi, the eldest brother among the eight, stood up and said: "In Guo Jing's team, I don't know when, there was another archer, using a blue gemstone short bow, no arrows, raising his hand is congenital gangqi, compressed into arrows, just a face, the first round of arrow rain we shot out, was broken clean, this person is good at defending, Guo Jing is good at attacking, after shooting four rounds of arrow rain, not only did we not get any results on our side, Guo Jing also shot over four of us with his own hands, we really didn't dare to chase after us, so we came back to report to the county lord, the casualties were too great! ”

Archer duels, always.

Just like snipers in later generations sniping at each other.

Either you have a good body.

Either the marksmanship is excellent.

And on the grassland, there is no way to speak of it.

All the arrows shot by the other side are blocked, which means that the other party has an infinite output space, not to mention that Guo Jing is a sharpshooter, even the child who has just played with bows and arrows, and there is also infinite space for him to try and make mistakes.

I can make mistakes countless times.

But you can only make one mistake.

"It looks like it's a congenital."

Among the many minions behind Zhao Min, an old man with an extremely obvious iron blue face stood up, holding an iron staff with a distorted shape, and pleaded for the remaining four people of the Eight Divine Arrows: "County Lord, please calm your anger, a congenital master is indeed not eight quasi-first-class can be won, even those eight first-class masters, they may not be able to hold up half a pillar of incense under the hands of a congenital master, let alone an innate level archer, if the county lord insists on this, with me, my junior brother, The strength of the four congenital masters, Ah Da and Ah Er, supplemented by the strategy of the four heroes of the Divine Arrow, and then counting Ah San, is sure to leave Guo Jing and his party, if a congenital master fights hard, more than two congenital masters can not stop it, therefore, this defeat is not the fault of the eight heroes of the Divine Arrow, let alone the fault of the county lord, it is really not as good as the sky, no one can think that a congenital master will suddenly appear. ”

"Let's go!"

"I can't let Guo Jing grow anymore!"

Zhao Min's little face tightened, and he strode out of the tent, and a slightly distorted voice came from outside the door, but the categorical meaning remained unchanged at all: "I don't have the big belly of my ancestor and his old man, his old man thinks that he can't keep what he should go, just let it be, my Mongolian iron hooves are not Guo Jing alone can stop it, history just proves this, but I think that we should cut the grass and eradicate the roots, attack Xiangyang in a battle, how many people did my Mongolian soldiers die, these sacrifices could have been avoided, Guo Jing stayed, I can still turn a blind eye, Guo Jing wants to leave, even if I die, it is impossible to let the tiger return to the mountain! ”

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