"Kick... Step on... Step on... Kick..."

"Huh~~~" Tang Su hurriedly reined in the reins of the horse, the hand holding the reins of the horse trembled slightly, his face was pale and cold sweat was like rain, and his eyes were round and his pupils dilated instantly: there were four more rows of dozens of antler trees in front of him, each of which was nailed with long thorns, and a group of generals lined up in the middle of the road - they were all stubborn and murderous.

Seeing this scene, Tang Su cried for the second time in his memory, and the first time he cried was when his parents were hacked to death by bandits at the entrance of the village twenty-seven years ago, and he became an orphan. Today, he cried again. Twenty-seven years ago, he was still a child, and the death of his parents was not caused by him, and all he had in his heart was pain and fear. And today, his tears contain more shame and hatred, "I... Why didn't I find these ambushes? I actually led the prince into the enemy's trap! I... What a damn death..."

Tang Su turned his head and said to Xia Muyang in a miserable voice: "Lord Wang, in the next life, Tang Su will go and find a field for you!"

Xia Muyang saw two lines of tears on his face, knowing that he was going to do something stupid, and it was too late to dissuade him, seeing that he slapped him on the horse's buttocks with a knife, and drove the horse out.

"Ah~~~Ah~~~"

"Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom..."

"Bang!" there was a dull sound of landing.

Tang Su thought, "Maybe I can rush to the antler wood with my breath in my breath, or maybe I can push away a few antler trees if I don't want to fight for this life." Unfortunately, when he was only a foot away from the barricade, he and his mount were stuck with arrows in front of them, and they fell to the ground.

"Lord Wang... I'm sorry!" Tang Su used his last strength and muttered. He lay on his side, covered in blood, his limbs still twitching, tears and blood mixed together, and his eyes were full of regret and unwillingness.

Kong Yuhe drove up from the tail of the team, glanced at Tang Su who was lying in front, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and hurriedly collected his thoughts, and reported to Xia Muyang: "Lord Wang, the back is also blocked, and there are more than 1,000 thieves." There was no fear in his heart, only worry and confusion. "Who are they? Could it be that they want to put the prince to death?"

There is an interception in front, a chasing soldier in the back, a steep wall on the left, an abyss on the right...

Before Kong Yu came to report, Xia Muyang had already guessed, "Since it is a trap, how can it be possible to leave a gap?"

"Lord Wang, the brothers are desperate to break out a way for you to survive!" Kong Yuhe gritted his teeth and said as he gritted his teeth. He naturally knew that this was a desperate situation in a desperate situation, and only by fighting with his life, maybe there was still a glimmer of life - that was the life of the king.

Xia Muyang listened to him but did not answer, his eyes stared at the front. Sure enough, a ride slowly walked out of the opponent's camp, and it was a middle-aged man with a long beard on the horse, he let go of the reins in his hand, and smiled at Xia Muyang: "Haha, His Royal Highness King Zhen, I have been waiting here for a long time in Xia Mu Danqing!" Mu Danqing's words revealed a heroic atmosphere, and he did not have the slightest pride in gaining the upper hand.

"Mu Danqing?" Xia Muyang's eyes were cold, and he said softly. He had heard this name countless times, but it was his imaginary enemy for many years, and now it was the first time he had seen a real person, and he didn't want to be in the depths of Dahua's borders. He can lurk so many people here, and he would never have been able to do it without it.

"Lord Wang!" Kong Yuhe called. Seeing that Xia Muyang nodded slowly, he took the order and retreated to the front of the escort.

"Formation!" he shouted, turning his back to the guards.

Twenty men jumped off their horses, tore off a strip of cloth each, and blindfolded the horses(*) beside them. Another twenty people drove horses and surrounded Xia Muyang. There was no obstacle here, so they used their bodies to shield Xia Muyang.

"Ang~~~" There was a continuous cry of painful horses in the valley, and twenty strong military horses rushed forward and rushed towards the antlers. It turned out that these horses were suddenly stabbed in the buttocks, and they galloped forward in pain. Behind the herd were twenty elite white-clad soldiers, who rushed to the antlers under the cover of the horses, and pushed the barrier open a gap.

"Boom!boom!boom!boom!" The feathered arrows flew like locusts in front of them, piercing the horse's body. Although the horse was hit by an arrow, it did not fall in time, and still rushed forward more than ten feet.

"Boom!boom!" The twenty white-clothed warriors who charged forward were short and took advantage of the gap to fire darts forward.

"Bang!bang!bang!!" There were horses in front of them, and twelve of the twenty white-clothed warriors rushed to less than ten feet from the antlers.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The Turkic generals did not expect that the other party had darts, and dozens of people fell in response. The darts were no more than three inches long and two minutes wide, but the soldiers who hit the darts were all killed instantly, and it was obvious that they were quenched with poison.

Immediately afterward, twenty more horses were blindfolded and pierced in the buttocks, and they ran towards the antlers, and twenty white-clothed warriors quickly followed behind the horses, charging and firing poison darts at the enemy formation... Every step of the march of these horses, these dead soldiers, was a steal of life in the rain of arrows.

The valley reverberated with the sound of arrows breaking through the air and the screams and roars of horses... Every feathered arrow that fell in the narrow path was a trophy that the robes used their bodies as bait to deceive.

These three hundred accompanying guards are either the elite of the white-clothed army or the personal guards of the Zhenwang Mansion, no matter their skills, experience or courage, they are not comparable to the warriors of the Turkic country on the other side. A hundred human lives and a hundred horse lives actually tore a gap in the antler stake in front of them. At this time, the opponent's feather arrows didn't seem to be many.

The Turkic feather arrows, one quiver has a capacity of forty short feather arrows, and standing at the head of the enemy array are two hundred Turkic archers. In less than half an hour, they had sent out seventy percent of the arrows.

The road has been opened, so let's see if we can't rush away.

Kong Yuhe let out a long sigh of relief, pulled out the knife with a "sonorous", and shouted: "All entangled!"

Xia Muyang was still thinking about it, and suddenly someone pulled him off the horse. Four guards approached him and took his arms, front and back, and six guards took the arms of the four men, two of them on top of the heads of ten, and eight samurai with swords in front of them, and protected him tightly.

More than 100 samurai brandished swords, trampled on the corpses of their comrades, braved stray arrows, and rode their horses towards the barricades. Behind them, nearly 100 people escorted Xia Muyang step by step, back and forth, inside and out. "Poof!poof!poof!poof!" The sound of neat footsteps was still clear and audible in the chaos of the battle. In addition to the twenty warriors who guarded Xia Muyang closely, the rest of the people knotted into a wall in pairs, retreated with their backs to the former, and advanced in front of them.

If you already have the will to die in your heart, what is there to fear?

The stray arrows flew and stuck on the backs of the samurai in front of the human wall, their steps gradually weakened, their bodies gradually weakened, and finally they were held by the opposite robes and became a meat shield.

... ...

The sound of arrows breaking through the sky finally stopped, and the white-clothed army finally crossed the antler barrier. The unsheltered samurai were all shot like hedgehogs, and by this time the robes had been sparsely laid down.

Thirty-seven people.

Counting Xia Muyang, there are only thirty-seven of these three hundred and two people.

Looking at the comrades who died tragically around them, no one cried, they didn't have time to cry, and they didn't have the extra strength to cry. "Knorp, Kong, Kow!" came the sound of drawing swords one after another, and there were thirty-seven sounds in detail.

"Kill~~~!" Xia Muyang shouted, rushed to the front, and led thirty-six people to rush into the thousand-person camp of the Turkic country.

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