If it was Zheng Pingphong on weekdays, he should have understood the meaning at the moment when Mu Zheng chose to break off. But that arrow not only hurt Zheng Pingping's face, but the internal strength contained in it also penetrated into Zheng Pingping's skull, as long as he had the slightest idea of thinking, he would have a headache!

This is not a very strong internal strength, but it can't be removed at all with Zheng Pingping's current state. He could only continue to run towards Langfu under the protection of his own guards, although he would occasionally instinctively hack the approaching cavalry to death, but after all, he could not change the outcome of his complete defeat this time.

The only thing he is thankful for is that the enemy's goal is always himself, and Bongshin is not in danger. If the enemy wants to ambush himself and attack Fengxin, he will only get nothing in the end.

The wolf king understands this, and Zheng Pingfei also understands it.

These are the full picture of the facts that Zheng Pingfei reflected in his mind as soon as he found himself ambushed, although there are still some details that have not been sorted out, but they are already inseparable. And Zheng Pingphong has a strong intuition, this is just the enemy's first step plan, knowing that to achieve the goal, there will be a second step, and the third step will follow.

So now, as long as you rush back to Langfu and let all the enemy's calculations fail, then no matter what the follow-up enemy's strategy is, you can only break yourself.

At this moment, Zheng Pingfei was at the core of the first echelon of the retreat, surrounded by dozens of personal guards, protecting him safely.

Another small group of captive cavalry came up. Zheng Pingphong felt a little resentful in his heart, these war horses galloped on the grassland all day long, and they were still much stronger than the war horses that he had collected from various pastures in every possible way, otherwise he would never have been able to get rid of the enemy's pursuit.

The eight guards of the Hou Mansion who were guarding on the left and right greeted them. Before leaving Zheng Pingping, they all looked seriously in the direction of Hou Ye, this was the last glance, because they had already made up their minds to die when they went to meet the enemy!

By Zheng Pingping's side, angry roars were mixed with painful screams, and every roar from the Hou Mansion's guards would pull Zheng Pingping's nerves, and he didn't even dare to look up and look around, because he knew that the lives of the guards around him were dying one after another, and he couldn't do anything but run.

The hand that tugged at the reins was bloodless and frighteningly cold, and the wound on his forehead made him feel as hot as if he had been imprinted on his head with a red-hot iron. An energy called resentment is fermenting inside, burning the wound so that it cannot heal.

In the army of captives in pursuit, an archer with a scar on his face stared at Zheng Pingping, who was guarded by everyone in the middle. It was his arrow just now that left the wound on Zheng Pingping's face that Zheng Pingfei will never forget. But he wanted more than that.

Stretch your bow and arrows, aim and shoot in one go, and move smoothly.

Another Hou Mansion guard fell, although the other guards in the rear immediately changed their formation to protect the gap, and even one of them deliberately blocked the shield in the direction of his side, but the team with one less person still inevitably leaked a little gap.

This gap is not big, but it is not small. In the process of constant running and pulling, this flaw will gradually be torn apart, and then it will be time to shoot yourself.

A mature shooter who has always possessed an unusual amount of patience. The scar on his face, which had almost completely split his face, shook like an earthworm and fell silent again.

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Breaking through the enemy's encirclement for the third time, there were less than 100 Great Wei cavalry who could follow Shang Zhengyu and Mu Zheng at this moment.

With another muffled snort, the Great Wei General who was guarding Mu Zheng's side did not notice for a moment, and was hit by an arrow in his waist, and the arrow penetrated his talisman armor and sank into his body. The general didn't even have the strength to swing his sword to cut off the extra arrows, so he could only lie on his horse's back panting, swaying from side to side, as if he was about to fall from his horse at any moment.

This is already the third arrow in him, excessive blood loss has made his vision begin to blur, his eyelids seem to weigh a thousand catties, through that insignificant gap, he looked at General Mu Zheng in front of him who hurried over to protect because he was hit by an arrow, and suddenly had a kind of realization in his heart.

I can't go back, but at least I can't drag the general down.

Roar –

Out of nowhere, the general suddenly roared, his feet stomped on the stirrups, and the whole person pounced directly from the horse, crashing into a cavalryman who had just caught up with a scimitar and wanted to kill Mu Zheng from behind. The Great Wei Department hugged this person's waist to death, and the two rolled and ripped him off the war horse!

"Wang Ning!"

Mu Zheng's eyes were red, this was a very promising general under him, and he was a brother who was born and died with him countless times, but he still couldn't save him after all.

Ahh

Mu Zheng roared furiously, and the steel spear in his hand slashed diagonally towards the captive warrior who had been fighting with him beside him, where is the steel spear that penetrates into the internal strength that ordinary captive warriors can resist, although this person used a scimitar to hold the steel spear, but the unparalleled force directly pressed the scimitar and smashed it into his shoulder. Hearing only a click, the shoulder blades of the captive warrior suddenly cracked, the left arm twisted and drooped in horror, and the only intact right arm hurriedly pulled the reins to distance himself from Mu Zheng, and left the battlefield in a panic.

"Mu Zheng, don't fight, go!"

Shang Zhengyu's roar echoed in Mu Zheng's ears, and a trace of unwillingness flashed on Mu Zheng's face, but he still patted his horse to keep up with the team. It was only delayed for a while, and dozens of captive cavalry surrounded them, and they couldn't kill them at all.

The raindrops in the sky were heavier, washing over everything on the ground, mixing blood and dirt, and dyeing the entire battlefield a dark red.

The rain dripped down the helmet, occasionally falling into the eyes, with a cold tingling sensation, but compared to the cold killing intent of some people, even this freezing rain was a little inferior.

The guards guarding Zheng Pingphong have been reduced by one-third again, and the formation has also thinned out a lot as they continue to run. After all, at this moment in the battle, no matter how iron-blooded a man is, he is exhausted. The freezing rain in the sky stimulated everyone's nerves over and over again, and it may only be a little cool for the captive side, but for the Great Wei Army, this chill is deep and piercing.

The scar on his face stopped wriggling, and the cavalry who had attempted to shoot Zheng Pingyi before opened the bow in his hand again, and an arrow hit the bowstring lightly.

He never rushed forward to engage the Great Wei army in hand-to-hand combat, because he knew that his bow and arrow were more deadly than the scimitar in his hand.

Zheng Pingfei raised his head slightly, as if the cold on his face had reduced the pain in his brain a lot. He began to look around, slowly turning in the direction of Scarface.

Looking at the shocking blood groove he left on Zheng Pingping's face, Scarface smiled evilly, it was his first gift, and now the last gift is coming.

The taut bowstring suddenly loosened, emitting a splitting scream, but the sound of death was completely muffled by the heavy rain, and Zheng Pinghong was unaware of it this time.

"Master Hou be careful!"

A Hou Mansion guard next to him screamed and rushed forward, this action made Scarface's heart suddenly cold, looking at the round shield in the hand of the Hou Mansion guard with his best efforts, making Scarface's heart sink to the bottom little by little.

I've been lurking for so long to wait for this opportunity, do you still want to be blocked?!

With Scarface's grin back on his face, everything has an answer.

The Hou Mansion's own soldiers reacted as fast as lightning, but after all, they were still a line slower, and the sharp arrows grazed the edge of his shield, and this blow could not be stopped after all. But it just so happened that at the end of the arrow's travel, the shield touched the feathers of the arrows!

The crimson splashed, and a shocking blood lotus bloomed on Zheng Pingping's right shoulder!

"Damn it, give it to me, kill Zheng Pingping!" the scar man roared, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slapped his horse forward, he understood today's task, no matter what, he must not let Zheng Pingfei get away!

The tearing sensation in his shoulder made Zheng Pingphong wake up instantly, but then he was overwhelmed by the surging pain, and he fell weakly on the horse's back, as if everything was moving away from him. At the last moment of his consciousness, he glanced up at the front.

There, a giant city towers between heaven and earth. And in front of him, countless galloping horses were rushing towards him.

Langfu, it's here.