What to do? He couldn't afford to see his brothers fold here.

When Shen Liuyun waved his spear, he peeked around, and saw that the mountains not far away had an idea.

"Everyone retreated to the bottom of the mountain." If he could run one by one, he made up his mind and ran to the bottom of the mountain with his men.

The leader of the Tatar side saw his intentions, and laughed contemptuously: "Haha, Daqi is all his mother's soft eggs, chase after Lao Tzu, we won't let any of them go." ”

"Haha, chase."

"Kill!"

After Shen Liuyun's palace, he protected his subordinates and let them run quickly. But how can two legs run more than four legs, even if Shen Liuyun's spear resists and flies up and down from side to side, it is about to dance into Hot Wheels, but there are still seven or eight soldiers who fall under the knives of the Tatar soldiers.

"Lao Tzu fought with you." Chen Erhu saw that his eldest brother was cut down by the Tartars, and rushed out of the range protected by Shen Baihu with scarlet eyes.

"Chen Erhu is back."

Shen Liuyun saw that Chen Erhu was about to be cut down by the Tartars, his eyes were about to split, but he couldn't stop it.

Just as they were resigned to their fate, a sharp stone burst through the air and struck the sword-wielding Tartar in the face, and the bright red blood flowed down the rough old face of the Tartar.

Chen Erhu took the opportunity to jump up vigorously, and the big knife in his hand slashed firmly at the neck of the tartar, and the tartar planted himself under the horse without any resistance.

"Good kill."

"It's a fucking relief."

With a rough cry, and the angular stones were thrown one after another, and landed very precisely on the heads, faces or legs of the horses, causing a great deal of panic on the side of the tartars.

Shen Liuyun also took the opportunity to escort his soldiers to the direction where the stones flew over, and he happened to see several men of different ages.

One of the eldest men, with his precise stone-throwing skills, deeply impressed Shen Liuyun and his soldiers.

Jin Sheng saw that all the soldiers of Daqi had come over, so he gave his son-in-law a look.

"Dad, let's do a big deal." When Tuesday Lang finished speaking, he pulled the end of the rope and went to the end of the tartar.

He moved as lightly as a cunning rabbit through the grassy fields, and the rope in his hand gradually lengthened the battle line.

Shen Liuyun, as a son raised by a family of military generals, immediately understood the intentions of this Weng and son-in-law.

"Stupid." Such a good way, why didn't he think of it before.

Shen Liuyun's eyes widened, if he hadn't led his soldiers to continue to deal with the Tartars, he would have wanted to get off the horse and join.

Tuesday Lang obeyed the old man's command, with the help of those scattered miscellaneous trees as support points, wound the rope without a trace, and then dodged.

Not far away, the Tartars thought he was scared and ran around like headless flies, and the laughter became more and more arrogant.

What's more, he directly urged the horse to chase after him, with the intention of teasing.

The two Tartars leaning on the edge chased after them with their whips, and when they got closer, they saw that the young Daqi man's face seemed to be more flustered, and his steps were also messy. In a panic, they bumped into an elm tree with a thick bowl mouth, and when they approached, they ran behind a toon tree three or four feet away.

"Haha." This is the outer edge of the mixed forest, and there are no big trees, only a few scattered trees that are not too tall.

When the two Tartars saw the young man, scurrying like a fool between several ungrown trees, and tripping over several times, they laughed even more recklessly.

"Haha."

"Haha, coward, ah!"

"Plop, plop." With the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground, the "Boom" horse neighed, and the two Tartars who had surrounded Erlang in an extremely arrogant manner just now fell off the horse one after another.

Zhou Lang, who had experienced two lives, was firm-minded, and he calmly bullied forward, and the heads of the two Tartars rolled to the ground with a knife in his hand.

Jin Sheng, who rushed over to help, was useless, so he only had time to say: "Good boy." Then he turned around and ran, scolding and muttering: "Lao Tzu has to overcome the mental obstacles before escaping." ”

Alas, for the sake of his stumbling cause, he also lowered his stature to learn from his son-in-law.

Not to mention, that kid just finished a set, he really has to learn a little.

Eh, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and his son-in-law will go to the highest wave now.

Not far away, those Great Qi soldiers were inspired by Uncle Liang, and they also looked for stones to throw tartars.

Most of them threw their heads inaccurately, but they couldn't stand the crowd.

One can't throw it right, two can't throw it right, and maybe the next Tartar will hit it on its own.

A rain of stones, even if the skin of the tartar is thick and thick, it can't withstand it. And the horses that were hit by the rocks were either "slamming" in circles, or running around like crazy demons.

Looking at the Tartar soldiers who were messed up into a pot of porridge, Shen Liuyun was relieved, but he was embarrassed in his heart: the art of war he learned was not as good as other people's local methods, and it was really insulting to his ancestors.

Uncle Liang and Uncle Liang didn't care whether his ancestors were ancestors or not, the stones in Uncle Liang's hands were still extremely accurate, and Uncle Liang's accuracy was not as good as that of his eldest brother, so he gave full play to his advantages and saw the stitches attacking those dizzy Tartars who fell off the horse. That's a knife to see meat, and a knife is not available.

The leader of the angry Tartar wanted to cut him.

Uncle Liang's childlike heart grew, and he shouted while dodging: "Angry monkey." ”

My mother-in-law, this Tatar leader still understands Daqi, and he was so angry that he lost his mind, so he had only one mind left, he must catch Uncle Liang and cut him with a thousand knives.

Uncle Liang: I'm afraid you won't come.

"Come on, come on, you hairy horse monkey."

Uncle Liang scolded as he led the Tartar leader to the vicinity of the tripwire, and then rolled on the spot one by one and rolled to the other side.

By the time the tartar leader felt bad, his body had been thrown to the ground by his mount, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Uncle Liang didn't give him a chance to get up, and a large knife swung towards his neck. That guy can be the head leader, and he also has a brain, so he rolls to the side with his neck bent.

But he was halfway through when he heard a "poof", and a long knife stabbed him in the back, and the bloody tip of the knife came out of his chest.

"Ahh A miserable cry shocked everyone.

Jin Sheng didn't give him a chance, the long knife in his hand twisted hard, and then stretched out his foot and kicked his body out.

There was a burst of unintelligible language, and those tartars were really messed up. Some wanted to turn around and run, and more ran over to grab the leader's body.

Yes, the leader has become a corpse.