Listening to the child's cry, Fuguier looked fixedly, but saw the child pouting his butt like a puppy, kneeling on the ground, his ears were tightly attached to the ground, until this moment Fuguier did not understand why the team would take such a child who was only eight or nine years old to walk this dangerous road, it turned out that this was a legendary Shunfeng ear.

Hearing the child's warning, everyone in the caravan became alert, clutched their weapons tightly in their hands, and waited for the arrival of the thirty horsemen.

Fugui'er stood up cautiously, poked his head out of the ruins of the broken wall, looked at the thick night from afar, and didn't know how the child listened to the thirty cavalry, he was secretly pondering in his heart, but saw that in the darkness in the distance, the sparks flickered, and the erratic sparks were moving quickly towards the place where the caravan was hiding at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.

Seeing these sparks, the tension in the team increased a few points, and it seemed that this trip was unlucky, and he really ran into the Liao soldiers who fought in the grass valley.

The flickering spark got closer, and the sound of shouting and screaming was faintly heard, Fugui'er's martial arts were considered to be the top existence in the team, and his eyesight and perception were more acute than those of these dart masters, but if he looked closely, it was a group of cavalry, chasing a group of refugees who were unable to resist.

It is not very appropriate to say that it is chasing, but it is a little more appropriate to use a joke, those Liao soldiers are riding on horses with torches, laughing loudly and shouting as if they are driving horses, and they are driving away those faltering refugees.

The number of refugees who are taken as prey is not very large, and as the distance gets closer and closer, Fuguier can really see it.

More than a dozen ragged refugees, both men and women, may have been chased by these Liao soldiers for a long time, and one by one they have long lost the strength to escape, and their steps are staggering and crawling, all relying on their thirst for life to make the last struggle.

Although Fuguier didn't have the mood of a savior, she really couldn't get used to the cruelty of bullying the weak, so she stood up straight and turned over and wanted to rush out, but was caught by Daddy Wu.

"Childe, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan!" Father Wu's voice was low and trembling slightly, thinking that he was angry at the bad deeds of mutilating the weak.

"What is the plan, the life of the third son is the life, and the life of this refugee is not the life?"

Fugui'er let out a loud shout, shook off the entanglement of Father Wu's grasping arm, and rushed out of the broken wall with a slight jump, and quickly ran towards the Liao cavalry.

The place where the caravan was stationed tonight was a village that had been in decline for a long time, and the village was not big enough to have a dozen earthen houses that had long since collapsed, although there were no people at this time, but after all, there were people here who once took root and settled here to multiply, and where there were people, there was labor, and the village was surrounded by repaired and leveled land.

At this point, the speed of the Liao soldiers and horses was fully exerted, and the fleeing refugees seemed to have squeezed out the last of their strength, and they were paralyzed on the ground one by one, but they were still like dying trapped beasts, grinding on the ground, and at the same time venting their inner dissatisfaction and unwillingness hoarsely.

Thirty cavalry soldiers rushed up quickly, surrounded the last seven or eight people in the middle, laughing insolently, while riding around the refugees, as if they were enjoying the desperate and unwilling expressions on the faces of the refugees.

In the end, a few Liao soldiers flew off their horses, drew their waist knives, raised their hands and hacked the only two men left among the refugees, and a circle of Liao soldiers like wild beasts devouring their prey, grabbed the women who only had half a life left on the ground, and walked towards the shade of the nearby ravine.

The struggles, the cries, the cries for mercy, the desperate and helpless cries have no effect, only to fuel the desires of these beasts.

"Dudu Du......" In the night, a low and piercing flute sounded and immediately stopped the brutality under the night.

The Liao soldier threw down the woman in his hand, pulled out his scimitar, and looked in all directions vigilantly, but found that he had been surrounded by people at some point.

Blocking his back road was a strong man with a beard on his shoulder, with a cold face and round eyes, standing in the night, like a black iron tower.

Standing on the left side of the cavalry was a young man dressed as a scholar, who saw him holding a hole flute, and stopped playing at this moment, and was looking at the Liao cavalry with a cold face, as if he was ready to rush up at any time.

Looking to the left again, I saw a tall woman, who was sitting on a rock, with her arms resting on her knees, holding a pair of dark iron shovels in her hands, and a straw stick in her mouth, with a look of disdain on her face, as if she did not take these brutal Liao soldiers into account at all.

The Liao soldiers are arrogant and brutal, but they are not stupid, looking at the costumes and expressions of these three people, they know that these three people must be people with martial arts.

At this moment, three sides are blocked, if you choose to retreat, you can only retreat to the ruined and broken village in the south, the first thing the army travels to think about in the war is its own way of retreat, with this thought, without the order of the leader of the group, the cavalry can't help but slowly move closer to the south.

But just a few steps, I found something unusual, I thought that the safest south, was also blocked, blocking the way to the south is three people, standing in the front is a young man in his twenties, the young man is holding a scabbard in his arms, with a harmless smile on his face, for a while he can see the depth of this person's martial arts.

On the right side of the young man stood a young girl of twenty-eight years of age, and on the left stood a child of eight or nine years old, whose ears were very large, and his big eyes were purring, and he seemed to have no fear.

"Assault to the North...... Kill the ......" led the team leader, weighed it in his heart, and finally issued an order to attack to the north, the terrain in the north is flat, which is conducive to the cavalry to charge, as long as he can break through the encirclement of the strong man, he can use the speed of the war horse under the crotch to get rid of the entanglement of these Jianghu characters.

With a grim face and beard, he saw that the Liao soldiers were preparing to break through from his side.

With a shake of the shoulder, the flat arm bounced from the shoulder to the chest, held the tail of the flat burden with both hands, raised his foot and kicked the flat burden, the flat arm flew out with a swish, and hit the war horse, and the war horse that was hit by the flat shoulder neighed, and fell directly to the ground and rolled.

What kind of tactics is this to fight against the enemy and lose the weapon first? Fuguier saw that the strong man flew out of the flat shoulder and injured the horse, and he was secretly amazed in his heart, but he saw a light flashing, and the strong man got a big knife in his hand out of nowhere, the knife was one meter seven or eight long, but it was almost the same as the height of the strong man.

I saw him holding the handle of the knife, dancing in the wind, up and down to cut the horse's head, down to cut the horse's legs, the big knife around his body flying, for a time forced the royal horse to sprint the Liao soldiers, can not enter within two feet of their own.

Seeing that Brother Hu Zi had already gotten his hands there, and the scholar and the woman refused to lag behind, the purple-robed woman held a gong in each hand, stretched her arms and ran two steps, her high ponytail shook up and down and shook suddenly, the woman's tall body suddenly pulled up, and the iron mace in the hand of the person in the air had been rounded, and Brother Hu was dealing with a war horse, but the iron mace in the woman's hand was directly greeted to the head of the Liao soldier.

The woman in purple looked delicate, but the strength of the iron shovel in her hand was not much worse than that of Brother Huzi, although the Liao soldiers wore helmets and were hit by a hammer, they still could not escape death.

A stream of blood slowly flowed from the edge of the helmet and fell from the horse's back, not even struggling.

is different from Brother Hu and Sister Tie Gong, the scholar of Dong Xiao took a light and agile path, holding Xiao in front of him in one hand and a Confucian fan in the other, flying through the cavalry, but using the technique of controlling the enemy with points.

The Liao soldiers are good at riding and shooting, but the hand-to-hand combat with this character in the rivers and lakes is completely disorderly.

Fuguier doesn't like to fight, he rushed out before, he wanted to save those refugees in distress, but now seeing that the situation is stable, although he sees others fighting and his heart is itching, he still tries his best to suppress his heart.

Killing is addictive, and once you have too much blood on your hands, you may lose your awe of human life in the future.

Fuguier doesn't like to kill, but the killing continues, and Liaoqi, who has always regarded people's lives as grass and mustard, finally understands that in the eyes of some people, he is just an ant on the ground.

Fighting, struggling, this is the last dignity and courage after knowing that he is invincible, but in the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain, there are more and more corpses in armor on the ground, and the blood stains on the three knights are getting denser and denser, and the Liao soldiers are no longer visible on horseback, and the remaining Liao soldiers have dismounted at this time, with the help of the body of the war horse while dodging the assassination, while waving the scimitar in his hand indiscriminately.

"What's that for?"

Fuguier stood in front and watched, but saw something different.

The remaining Liao soldiers, although their faces were frightened and their steps were messy, they still tried their best to drag the war horses and form a large circle, and the war horses were in the circle of outsiders, making the last dying resistance.

One of the soldiers, throwing away his weapon, was kneeling on the ground, pulling out a slender cylinder from the arms of the leader who had been killed in battle.

"Ring the arrow, stop him quickly......" Fugui'er didn't understand the use of this thing, but Daddy Wu, who was standing behind him, understood in his heart, shouted and rushed to lift his body, but the person didn't rush but heard two swishing sounds, the soldier who was about to pull the sound of the arrow, his body fell down, others may not see it clearly, but Fugui'er saw it really, the soldier was a hidden weapon in his body to death, and the person who sent the secret weapon was Ling Wei, a little palace maid who was a maid all the way to herself.

The arrow seemed to have a great significance to the remnants of the Liao soldiers, and when one fell, another soldier abandoned his weapon and went to catch the arrow.

The little palace maid Ling Wei didn't speak, and with a flick of her arm, there were two more darts that flashed with gloomy light and flew out, Ling Wei's hand darts were indeed amazing, not only full of strength, but also the parts of the blow were extremely accurate, these Liao soldiers were wearing armor, although it was leather armor, but it was extremely difficult to penetrate, so this dart was inserted into the neck or eyes, but it was a little more exquisite than the technique of piercing Yang in a hundred steps.

"No, this dart is poisonous...... And it's a poisonous ...... that seals the throat with blood."

Thinking of this, Fugui'er was suddenly shocked in her heart, thinking that she had been alone with this little palace maid for the past few days, hugging her waist and slapping her little buttocks, if she really took this girl to fly her own dart, where would she still have a chance to live, so dangerous, so dangerous!

"Catch them, don't let them run away......", it was still Father Wu who shouted, Fuguier retracted his thoughts and looked up suddenly, only to see two soldiers breaking through the encirclement and galloping towards the north on horseback.

It turned out that the soldiers saw that they could not pull the sound of the arrow to move the rescuers, so they used the scimitar in their hands to slash at the war horse as a wall, the war horse was in pain and rushed away, taking advantage of this opportunity, the remaining eight horsemen turned over and got on the horse, and ran towards Brother Hu together, Brother Hu swept a knife and cut off the two people off the horse, Sister Tie Gong and the scholar flashed the impact of the war horse, flew over, but only entangled four horses, and the other two horses took the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, drove the horse to run away, and gradually disappeared into the night.

After listening to Daddy Wu's shout, Fugui'er, who had been as steady as a sea god needle, finally moved.

Suddenly raised a breath of true qi, and brought the practice of running the word to the extreme, and the people around him saw the figure of the figure flickering, and they disappeared the figure of Fugui'er, and their eyes followed, but they saw that the ghostly figure was like an arrow offline, galloping towards the direction of Liao Cavalry's escape.