The two long knives staggered in an instant, causing the tip of the knife to slash through Fox Po's shoulder, and the blood of the enemy rider sprayed from his arm.

"Ahh

With a heart-rending scream, an arm, along with the long knife he held, flew into the air.

The screams of the people and the wailing of the horses sounded almost simultaneously.

A man and a horse entangled on the slope... Rolling... Planted directly into the Yangsang River.

He also rolled on the slope of the riverbank, and the fox slope jumped up.

He didn't care about the pain in his shoulder, but rushed towards Zhao Er's side in a hurry.

Just now, I saw that the two enemies who had dismounted and searched the scene rushed towards the river bank together.

Obviously, at this time, he was entangled with Zhao Er.

Looking closely, the two-on-one grappling situation is not optimistic at all.

An enemy has been knocked to the ground.

There was an arrow stuck in his shoulder, but his neck was already hanging to the side, and the wound on his neck was as wide as a mouth, and dark red blood continued to gush out, staining a large area of grass red.

Zhao Er didn't have a good time.

He had a long crack in his abdomen, and blood was bubbling out, but he was still fighting with another person.

The long knife struck, and in the sound of gold and iron, there was another wound on Zhao Er's chest.

He roared even more frantically, his blood-red eyes full of animalistic light.

A good samurai, at this time, should be like this, the more pain, the more crazy and brave he is.

However, if the fight continues like this, the best result will be the same end.

The guy who fought against Zhao Er was obviously not a person in the Guannai.

His sword was not long, but wide and curved.

Ling Hupo was too familiar with this kind of knife, which was the crescent scimitar of the Turkic warriors.

And this stout man is obviously the most unique product outside the Saiwai, the swordsman outside the Guanwai.

At this time, Zhao Er roared hoarsely, and the ring head long knife slashed down, but the swordsman outside the gate jumped forward and wiped the opponent's neck with a horizontal knife.

Oh, Zhao Er is in danger!

Just when Hupo was very anxious, the difference between the warriors in the army and the swordsmen in the rivers and lakes was revealed at this critical time.

Zhao Ershan didn't flash, and the long knife slashed hard, which was completely a decision to die with the enemy.

And his opponent, the swordsman outside the gate, was a little flustered in an instant, and the scimitar that should have been smeared on Zhao Er's neck first was so sluggish.

It was this slowness that rushed over Ling Hupo, and first flew out and kicked Zhao Er's crotch on the side, kicking it out.

"Whoosh..."

The scimitar flashed, and there was a shallow knife mark on Zhao Er's neck, but it avoided the end of his neck being cut off.

At the same time as kicking Zhao Er, Ling Hu Po was already up and down.

"Porphyry..."

A knife stabbed diagonally between the ribs of the man's waist, and the blade pierced through the body, and the tip of the knife pierced through the exposed.

"Ahh

The swordsman outside the gate screamed miserably, glaring at the uninvited guest with angry eyes.

Linghu Po jerked out the ring head knife and kicked the knife man down.

Blood gushed out, and the swordsman outside the gate convulsed a few times in a pool of blood, and then died.

Ling Hupo couldn't take care of his breath, and hurriedly went up to help Zhao Er up and check the injury.

Fortunately, the knife on the waist was a little deep, but when I opened it, it was all fat and didn't hurt the internal organs.

Zhao Er was kicked violently by Linghu Po, and many wounds were bleeding, making his head full of cold sweat and his eyes in a trance.

But he was able to grit his teeth and not scream out in pain.

What a tough guy!

Ling Hupo admired the ugly man Zhao Er very much, patted him on the shoulder happily, and said in a smile:

"It's okay Zhao Er, there are trauma herbs in the pocket of the horse, and when you will bandage things perfunctorily, you will be a lively man again in two days."

Zhao Er trembled the corners of his mouth, his face was pale, and he still grinned miserably, "Entering the mother, this swordsman outside the gate almost killed me." ”

Ling Hupo pursed his lips and teased: "With a desperate move like yours, you only attack but don't defend, God will give you a few more lives, it won't be enough for you to spoil." ”

"Hehe, what the master taught at the beginning, there was only an offensive move and no defensive style."

Oh!

Linghu Po was really speechless.

At this time, Jiang Wu and Chen Liang hurried back on horseback, they had just gone to search on the post road, but to no avail.

Without allowing them to ask for warmth, Ling Hupo immediately instructed them to apply medicine and bandage Zhao Er first, and then put away the war horses and weapons.

He took a few breaths, rested for a while, and then went back to the river, where he dragged the guy who had broken his arm into the river and dragged him back.

This man is dead.

Zhao Er struggled to come over and take a look, and sighed, "It's Fan Erlang." ”

"Fan Jiaerlang?" Linghu Po wondered.

Jiang Wu took over the topic and explained:

This is Fan Qianqian's second son, in his twenties, he is very famous in the Yanmen Mayi area, Jiang Wu and Zhao Er, who have served in his scout team.

Unexpectedly, the former superiors and subordinates have now become opponents.

Fortunately, Zhao Er and Jiang Wu didn't make a move with him, otherwise, they would have lost in terms of momentum.

But now, he is a cold corpse.

The rest is simpler.

Linghu Po ordered to dig a pit and bury the corpse on the side of the hill, and the dead war horse was also dragged there by the horse and buried.

The purpose of destroying the corpses is to cover up the truth, paralyze the enemy, and facilitate our next move.

On a hot day, after a while, Jiang Wu and Chen Liang were so tired that they were sweating profusely, humming and chirping.

Entering the mother, this work of destroying corpses and destroying traces is too careless.

But the military order is like a mountain.

After this ambush battle, if you talk about the brawl in the post station before, it can be regarded as a preliminary establishment of Linghupo's status in the rivers and lakes.

Then, after seeing his killing like mowing grass, it can be said that it is completely indistinguishable.

It didn't take much time to kill people, but it took more than an hour to dig a pit and bury the body.

There was no Linghu Slope who stood by and watched, and he lay on his back on the grass to rest.

I was going to take a break, and it was time to pack up.

At that moment, he blinked, and quickly lay on the ground to listen.

Oh, there was a chaotic sound of horses' hooves!

This ability to listen to sounds on the ground is one of the basic skills that the original owner has practiced with his father since he was a child, and is an excellent hunter in Northern Xinjiang.

Ling Hupo stood up and commanded in front of Zhao Er:

"Second Brother Zhao, you ride a fast horse to Canghe Racecourse first, and tell Master Gongcao, let's finish a vote, but there are still people following behind, so we can only wait, when we clean up, we will rush to the racecourse to meet tomorrow at the latest."

"Be careful along the way..."Jiang Wu also admonished.

"Yes!"

Zhao Er clasped his hands into fists, and after saying goodbye to Ling Hupo, Jiang Wu, and Chen Liang, he rode on his horse and left.

There were only three people left in the camp.

After assigning, this time Jiang Wu and Chen Liang took the initiative to ask that they stay by the river, while Ling Hupo took the three horses away and stayed behind the hills.

Ling Hupo knew in his heart that Jiang Wu and they also wanted to make meritorious contributions, and they couldn't let themselves take advantage of this opportunity, right!

This time, there were only two people who followed, but each of them had two horses.

Look at this posture, it should be the traffic officer who sent the information.