Mo Qianlan's chest seemed to be on fire, but his feet did not stop, his left hand tightly grasped Mo Lingfeng's right hand, and at the same time ordered Nomad Qing: "No one is allowed to approach." ”

Nomadic Qing and Yin Bei immediately realized that anyone who approached them, whether they were friends or enemies, would be killed.

Nomad Qing raised his hand and slashed at the Jin Yu in front of him, and the Jin Yu bent down to dodge, so he stretched out his foot, kicked the Jin Yu to the ground and took off, and fell out four or five steps.

Chong Jiaqing was raising his sword to kill the enemy, and suddenly saw the god of nomadic Qing, and immediately scolded in his heart: "Rabbit cub, hide very deep!" ”

The Mo family's guards were separated on both sides, they were not Jin Yu's opponents at all, and they fought their way out, and in the end, only Nomad Qing and Yin Bei sent the brother and sister out of Zhangjiabao, through the rain of swords and arrows, and went straight to the Hengshan Mountain Road.

Yin Nan rode back, went straight to Mo Lingfeng's side, rolled the saddle and dismounted, and followed her step by step.

There was no Jin Yu on the mountain road, Yin Bei immediately squatted down, carried Mo Qianlan on his back, and continued to evacuate up.

After walking out for more than ten steps, Mo Qianlan still didn't see Zhao Shiheng, he was uneasy, he was afraid that the sword would have no eyes, so he said to Yin Bei: "Stand, wait." ”

I don't know when the water bladder arrived in Mo Lingfeng's hands, Mo Lingfeng carried the water bladder in one hand, took the opportunity to pour sugar water into her stomach, drank it without a drop, she threw away the water bladder and wiped her mouth, looking down.

The flesh and blood below were flying, the severed limbs were scattered, and the blood was spread out in large patches, and in the chaos, she saw Zhao Shiheng.

Behind Zhao Shiheng, Feng Fan led dozens of people, escorting Zhang Xianfeng and Cao Yi to kill all the way out, and also came up to Hengshan.

"Nomad Qing, you guard your brother," Mo Lingfeng ran straight down and shouted loudly, "Uncle! ”

Mo Qianlan didn't know if the people led by Feng Fan were safe, and if he wanted to let Nomad Qing go down, it was too late, and he was suddenly anxious.

Fortunately, Yin Nan has been following very closely, and Mo Lingfeng also stretched out his arm and grabbed Zhao Shiheng with one hand.

"Uncle," her palms were sweaty, and she dragged Zhao Shiheng up a dirt slope, "Quick." ”

Zhao Shiheng gasped, supported his left leg hard, and came to Mo Lingfeng's side: "Old"

Without saying a word, there was a sudden whistling sound beside them, which was the heavy sound of breaking the wind brought out by the hard crossbow when it was fired, passing through the bushes on the right side of Mo Lingfeng, and rushing straight over.

Yin Nan's expression changed, and he threw the long knife in his hand straight over, and Nomad Qing looked at Yin Nan's strength above, and immediately bent down to pick up a round stone from the ground and held it in his hand.

Without waiting for him to make a move, there was a "bang", the long knife met the heavy arrow, the blade was immediately broken in half, and the force of the crossbow was slightly reduced by the knife, and the direction was slightly off, still heading towards Mo Lingfeng.

Nomad Muqing struck out the round stone in his hand with all his might, and hit the crossbow arrow again, the arrow body "clicked", and the sound broke, and the arrow still rushed forward for more than ten steps, brushed over Feng Fan's face, and nailed it to the trunk.

Feng Fan only felt a hot pain on his face, blood dripping down, he was about to reach out to touch it, when he suddenly saw a little cold light in the woods, shot in the direction of Mo Qianlan, and was cut down by Nomad Qing.

After a little cold, there were several crossbow arrows one after another, this time from the left and right sides in unison, and even Feng Fan and his party were not spared.

In an instant, they had already fallen into the land of nine deaths and one life.

Feng Fan didn't have time to think about it, while letting Cao Zhibin and the others run quickly, while waving his knife to block the arrows, Mo Lingfeng sweated like rain, and dragged Zhao Shiheng up with his right hand.

Yin Bei put down Mo Qianlan and protected him with Nomad Qing, Mo Qianlan saw that Yin Nan was staggered, it was difficult to parry, he was already full of liver and gall, and he couldn't say a whole sentence, he only stared ahead, and asked Nomad Qing and Yin Bei to "go quickly".

Yin Bei didn't dare to leave Mo Qianlan, and Nomad Qing jumped up to kill the crossbowman who was ambushed on the left.

Mo Qianlan's eyes were bloodshot, seeing Mo Lingfeng holding Zhao Shiheng with his left hand and struggling forward, when he was about to reach him, his right hand stretched out long, wanting to hold him and escape with him.

"Brother......

At this moment, a few more cold rays shot in, Mo Qianlan's breath was frozen in his throat for a moment, and he didn't even notice an arrow rushing towards him, and he looked straight at that little cold light approaching Mo Lingfeng.

"Ahh

There was a loud sound of "bell" in his ears, it was Yin Bei who shot down the arrow on his side, and then he saw Zhao Shiheng pounce on Mo Lingfeng's back, blocking Mo Lingfeng's back.

In the blink of an eye, the crossbow bolt spun and sank into Zhao Shiheng's back, and blood leaked out from his shirt little by little, and soon it flowed everywhere.

The arrows on the left side have stopped, but the right side is still not slowing, Yin Bei said sharply: "Anan, go to the right, kill the crossbowman!" Here I'm on top! ”

Yin Nan immediately jumped to the right side, Yin Bei horizontal knife in front of the Mo family brothers and sisters, seeing that the nomadic Qing returned with the knife, he protected the Mo family brothers and sisters tightly in front of him, and used the body as a shield, hugging them out of the ambush circle.

Soon, Yin Nan returned from killing the crossbowman, his left arm was dripping with blood, the menacing crossbow arrows finally stopped, and the fighting under the mountain had not stopped, but the mountain had fallen into a dead silence.

"Uncle!" Mo Lingfeng looked at Zhao Shiheng who fell to the ground and shouted, Mo Qianlan also had a "buzz" in his head, and he stood unsteadily.

Mo Qianlan struggled to support himself: "Go to Hengshan Fort!" Heal the wounds! ”

Nomad Muqing carried Zhao Shiheng on his back, and rushed up in one go, there was blood all over the ground behind him, and there were corpses lying in the woods and on the mountain road, Feng Fan and his party were left with only him and Zhang Xianfeng still alive, supporting each other, and running up as if they were dead.

There are no military doctors in Hengshan Fort, only some ordinary wound medicine, and there are not even a few people.

After the students warned, the teachings had quickly taken them away, and the students shouted that they would serve the country loyally, but the teachers were very self-aware - the scholars who were powerless went to the battlefield, not only could not fight bravely to kill the enemy, but also frightened the farts and urine, adding to the troubles of the soldiers.

The soldiers guarding the mountain sporadically in Hengshan Fort saw Mo Qianlan and his party, and hurriedly opened the door, and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find wound medicine.

Nomad Muqing kicked open the door of a room, walked quickly to the side of the bed with Zhao Shiheng on his back, put him on the bed, and then had no choice.

The ambushed crossbowman used an arm crossbow, and the arrow did not go into it very deeply, almost passing through Zhao Shiheng's chest.

Mo Qianlan's legs were weak, he almost fell to the ground, his tone was barely calm, he didn't allow himself to tremble, knelt on the edge of the bed, and wiped the blood on Zhao Shiheng's lips with trembling hands: "Shiheng, it's okay, just go and call Li Yijiao, Yin Bei!" ”

"No, it's all like this, I can't live," Zhao Shiheng also breathed a sigh of relief, "It's retribution." ”

He plotted the Jeju incident, harmed countless people, disrupted the peace talks, and made the border smoke non-stop, I don't know how many people have to bury their bones here, so this is retribution.

His eyes were hazy, but he could still see the panicked Mo Lingfeng.

A little rat-like baby has grown to such a size.

"Leaf...... Ah Yu ......"