This mystery can only be solved in the future. There was still more than half a year before the arrival of autumn, and Qi Lang first needed to lead the team across the border, and then sneak for more than a thousand kilometers until he entered the Zhongyang Mountain Range in the north-central part of the Zonghao Kingdom, before he had the opportunity to prepare for the next step. And right now, they have just come to the vast Dongmo Plain, and how to sneak around without anyone is Qi Lang's biggest headache.

In early spring, the grass is green and endless. If it weren't for the wartime, herds of cattle, sheep and livestock would have been seen everywhere on the grassland, pastoral songs should echo in the clear sky, melodious and joyful, cows and sheep should moo and bleat, and shepherd boys would either lie on the grass basking in the warm spring sun, or compete with each other to see who lost the farthest straw hat.

The meadows here seem to be flatter than the Sheric Boulevard, and the tall locust trees can only be seen once in a while, and even a small man like Jira can easily see more than a dozen kilometers away without standing on horseback. Of course, if the sentinels of the Otto Empire were on the other side, they would have noticed that a team of 100 horses was slowly moving east, and in that case, an encounter would be inevitable.

Fortunately, during the two or three days of the march, the lads did not encounter any enemy, except for seven or eight hares and a grass fox. Climb over the small hill in front of you, and then through a wooded field, you will re-enter the mountain, and the danger alarm will be lifted.

However, at this moment, there was a rumbling sound of horses' hooves and fighting on the other side of the hill, and even a few arrows could be seen passing through the sky.

Jirabi, who was scouting the way ahead, made a gesture of situation, but he did not retreat, but just lay on the top of the hill, signaling the large group to hide for the time being. It seems that there is a war on the other side of the hill, and the direction of the war is not on the side of the country. Qi Lang hurriedly arranged, and Joanna led the team to temporarily find a safe place to stay and hide, while he himself took more than a dozen soldiers with good combat effectiveness and footsteps such as Ouwu and Gurf and rushed forward quickly.

Sure enough, in the plain below the hillside, a horse convoy of about seventy men was retreating westward, and behind them were the heavy cavalry of the Otto Empire.

It was supposed to be the local resistance that was retreating, as could be seen from the horses under their crotches, for only a few of them were serious pure-blooded horses, and the rest were mostly mules for farm work, and even two panting black asses followed. They were obviously hitting stones with eggs, and Qi Lang could see it at a glance - the pursuers were the elite of the Tiger Cavalry armed to the teeth, and the number was as high as eight hundred, even if the individual combat effectiveness of his own Hope Legion had reached a certain level, if he wanted to clash with them head-on, there was no chance of victory.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, thirty or forty more people in the Oriental team fell from their horses, and in the painful rolling, they were trampled by iron hooves and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Ou Wu was a little out of breath, he quietly drew his heavy sword, and just waited for Qi Lang to give an order, and he was about to rush down the hill with a loud shout. Dundon and Sabo also drew their bows and arrows, the distance of the enemy was only about 100 meters, and they were condescending, and they could shoot an arrow through the throat of the leading villains.

But Qi Lang couldn't give the order to attack now-the difference between the strength of the enemy and us was too great, and if the enemy was lured over, the more than 100 soldiers would definitely suffer heavy casualties. Of course, he couldn't bear to watch the warriors annihilate like this, but even if he had to come to the rescue, he would have to steer the enemy in the wrong direction.

"See that woods to the west, let's get there as soon as possible, I'm sure that's where they're retreating. Qi Lang looked left and right and gave the order decisively.

Just as the dozen or so soldiers were sneaking up and galloping like a herd of reindeer, Qi Lang saw a bald-headed man among the group of warriors turn his horse and rush up against the wave-like horse team. A flash of blue light flashed, and three or five enemy soldiers had already been cut off their horses.

He was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, and the weapon in his hand was a wide and thick ghost-headed knife. That weapon was supposed to be unique to the Orientals, and it was said to be used specifically to cut off the heads of the villains on death row, which was perfect for dealing with the evil Tiger Cavalry.

However, relying only on the courage of that man, after all, he was alone, although his charge won the opportunity to escape for the more than twenty brothers, and also caused temporary confusion among the pursuers, but he himself was besieged, and was hit by an arrow in the abdomen and shoulder, and was immediately tripped by a captain-level good hand of the Tiger Cavalry, and in a few successive confrontations, he gradually became unable to support it, and then in order to avoid the opponent's head-on sword, he fell under the horse on his back, and saw that he was about to be besieged by the enemy.

Qi Lang wouldn't let that warrior lose his life in vain, because he and his brothers were already in place!

Whoosh!

The arrows of Gulf and Gila flew over, and several enemy soldiers who were besieging the man were hit one after another, and the camp of the Tiger Cavalry immediately became chaotic.

The warrior was out of danger. Although he was scarred, his shot was still decisive and neat, and he brought down the spearman closest to him with a few swords, and when he raised his eyes and saw the support of friendly troops in the birch forest, he immediately whistled, jumped out of the encirclement, and fled with the remaining brothers in this direction.

"Brother of the Holy Sect? He fell to the rear, fending off the enemy's arrows as he asked the woods.

"We're friends from afar!" replied Jira, in his weird, stiff accent, "Run, Mr. Jim, we won't be able to support it for long." ”

The bald man named Ji Meng was stunned for a moment, especially when he saw that the friends who answered him were actually a group of barbarians, the incomprehension in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. But the battle situation was tight, and he couldn't think too much, so he only put the big knife upside down in his hand, hugged his fist at Gila and the others, and jumped into the forest at once.

The tall birch trees around were luxuriant, and the ironclad war horses of the Tiger Cavalry Army were basically difficult to move an inch here, but the pursuers did not mean to give up, although the large army stopped at the edge of the forest, there were still more than a dozen masters who jumped off the war horses and drew their long swords to chase in.

Qi Lang didn't have the heart to entangle with them too much, since he had saved more than 20 people from danger, the most important thing to do now was to take advantage of the terrain to throw the enemy away, and then withdraw safely and join the big team. He waved his hand to Ou Wu and the others, and took the initiative to guard the rear of those Dongfang brothers, while signaling everyone to retreat carefully.

The pursuers' footsteps are not bad, especially the leading lieutenant, who looks like he should also be a martial artist-level warrior, has been biting tightly, and the distance is getting closer and closer little by little.

Ao Wu was a little breathless, after all, there were only more than ten chasing soldiers, and the twenty or so Orientals on his side should be four times the number of the other party, so he ran away without his life, which really made him feel undignified. He deliberately slowed his pace, intending to wait for the lieutenant to get any closer, and then turn sharply to give him a vicious tiger to pounce on.

Qi Lang saw Ouwu's intentions, but he didn't say anything to stop it, because he also had the same thought, since the new weapon arrived, he hadn't really demonstrated the power of swords and arrows, and that captain of the Tiger Cavalry happened to be a live target!

However, at this moment, that Ji Meng suddenly scolded and killed back: "it, that dead man is a fuel-efficient lamp for me Ji Meng!

"Hey, be careful!" Qi Lang hurriedly stopped his steps, turned around and jumped back, and at the same time beckoned Gulf and Jira and others to cover with bows and arrows.

The soldiers were holding back their strength to clean up the wicked people, and as soon as they saw the order, the arrows flew back. The enemy soldiers who followed behind were sprinting with all their might, and were caught off guard by this rain of arrows, and fell to the ground one after another.

And Ji Meng had already fought with the captain, and the swords intersected, and the sound was deafening. In the blink of an eye, the two had already met for more than a dozen times, swords and swords, and they were evenly matched.

Qi Lang could see that Ji Meng's kung fu was also the path of a cultivator, and it was estimated that he had reached the level of a swordsman in terms of ability. Now that his side has an absolute advantage in numbers, as long as he kills any one of them and helps a little, he can soon take the life of the wicked man's dog, and retreat safely before more enemy soldiers rush into the forest.

That adversary is finished!

However, just when Qi Lang was about to jump over, Ji Meng had already made a ruthless move!

It seems that he noticed the intentions of his helpers, but he refused to give up the dignity of a warrior and did not want to rely on more to win. At this time, it happened that the enemy's sword slashed over, and the sword was full of strength and accuracy, but Ji Meng's eyes were round, and he held the big knife diagonally to the collar, holding the sword momentum, and his left hand reached over like lightning, and firmly held the blade of the sword. Blood immediately flowed down the blood groove of the sword body!

Such a ferocious tactic was obviously beyond the expectations of the opponent. His eyes were flustered, and he couldn't stop snatching the long sword away. But Ji Meng's left hand was like a red-hot iron tong, growing with the sword, and he refused to relax, and at the same moment, the ghost head knife in his right hand had been raised high!

"Die!"

In the midst of the shouts, the broadsword was slashed off the shoulder, and then the enemy lieutenant was tragically split in half, plopped, and fell into the grass.