Zhao Guo.

Under the clear blue sky, the mountain road winds.

A rudimentary carriage was moving fast.

The carriage is really simple, not to mention that it is not comparable to the carriages of many princes inlaid with gold and silver, even compared with the carriages of ordinary large families.

The carriage was a cart with simple handrails on both sides, and at the moment, a small child, about ten years old, was dressed in ordinary clothes, but perhaps deliberately dressed himself.

The driver was a man in his twenties, dressed in an ordinary cloth suit, he was dressed like an ordinary car driver, but occasionally showed a trace of his eyes, showing that he was not an ordinary car driver, at the moment he was worried, looking ahead, constantly waving the whip.

The white horse was tired, but it still tried to run forward.

Behind them, at the turn of the mountain road, a group of well-trained cavalry appeared.

There were about 20 cavalrymen, all of them heavily armoured, and they were long and bright.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't stop, let go of the arrows. The cavalry commander shouted.

The man still ignored the horse, and kept beating the horse, and the horse galloped.

The men behind were furious, and some of the cavalry began to bend their bows and arrows on their horses.

But the commander stopped them with a wave of his hand.

"Catch it alive. The Commander said.

Dozens of cavalry moved forward quickly.

But the man in front of him was still riding his horse and running, and suddenly, one of the wheels of the carriage fell, and the wheel left the carriage, rolled a few times, and fell to the side of the road.

They had been on the run for a long time, and not only were they short of horses, but their wheels were finally broken.

The cavalry commander behind sneered, they were already very close.

The carriage overturned, and the boy rolled to the ground, but he did not cry and sat up on his own.

The man also fell to the ground, but he immediately jumped up, grabbed the child, and flew on the horse.

The sword in his hand swung out, cutting off the horse, and he slapped the horse with the back of the sword, "Go!"

The horse neighed and galloped quickly.

The arrow in the hand of the cavalry commander behind him had already been fired.

Sou!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the arrow hit the horse's buttocks.

The horse was in pain and continued to gallop.

But the arrows continued.

The cavalry commander fired several arrows in a row, and several of them hit the white horse's belly.

Blood kept gushing out and spilling on the ground, the horse was running hard, and the man was constantly beating the horse.

The horse finally gave up, and threw itself to the ground, blood spilling out.

The man and the child fell to the ground again.

He looked at the horse and sighed, only he immediately looked at the pursuers behind him.

The cavalry was already very close, and they were very bright.

The man looked down at the cliff below.

This is an abyss, unfathomable below, only the traces of white clouds.

The pursuers arrived.

"Liu Ziheng, you surrender, if you surrender and hand over that child, I'll let you go, haha. The cavalry commander said.

Liu Ziheng looked at him and sneered, "I was entrusted by Mr. to take the child to where he should go, you chased and killed all the way, now, we are exhausted, but do you think I will give the child to you?"

"What if you don't hand it over, our task is to kill him, if you don't hand it over, it's just that more people will die, our brigade is almost here, you can fight again, that is, hold on for a while, you can't change history." The cavalry commander said.

"Try it. Zhao Ziheng's sword was raised, facing those cavalry, it was the cavalry of the Zhao State, and it belonged to the subordinates of a certain force.

They looked at him with fierce eyes.

The Great Zhao cavalry is also from the Megatron Continent.

At the end of the Warring States period on the mainland, Zhao Ziheng came to the house of the wealthy businessman Lü Buwei and became a guest, hoping to rely on Lü Buwei's recommendation to enter the political arena of Zhao.

He was appreciated by Lü Buwei with the martial arts and Wen Tao martial arts he learned in the Guigu Sword School.

This time, as soon as the news of King Yingzheng of Qin being stabbed to death came, Lü Buwei immediately handed over an important thing to him to do, that is, his trust in him.

But he didn't expect that the mechanism was exhausted, and after all kinds of disguises, their traces were still discovered, and that powerful force must kill the child in his arms.

"You can't die, if you die, you won't be able to return to Qin. Zhao Ziheng said to the child.

The child didn't understand, looked at him, and nodded.

Zhao Ziheng was a little relieved, this child called Ziying was very sensible.

But how to deal with it now?

Those Zhao cavalry surrounded them.

Zhao Ziheng's sword was raised.

The cavalry Changge stabbed together, more than a dozen, and the snow was bright.

Zhao Ziheng made a sword, this was a sword given to him by Lu Buwei, and the sword cut off those heads in an instant.

Zhao Ziheng flew out, took the child, and flew out of the encirclement.

But he saw that another large group of cavalry had arrived, and the arrows in their hands were already on the string.

He was shocked.

But it was too late, and the arrows whizzed, leaving the hands of the cavalrymen, and the longbows.

Arrows rained down.

Zhao Ziheng rolled on the spot, and the sword kept slashing out.

Some of the arrows were cut off, and he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder.

The child in my arms was fine.

The arrow continued, and he continued to roll, but he didn't notice that the side he rolled on was a cliff.

In an instant, he and the child fell off a cliff.

He exclaimed, but the child did not exclaim, and the child closed his eyes tightly and did not speak.

Zhao Ziheng knew that he had fallen off the cliff, he sighed, is it really over?

.....

When Zhao Ziheng fell off the cliff, dozens of horsemen were running wildly at the moment, and their goal was the border of Zhao.

They are also guarding a carriage, but the carriage, slightly better, has carriages, although it does not look very gorgeous, but the patterns of wood on those carriages also reveal a kind of temperament.

The leader of the dozens of horsemen was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, although he was not dressed gorgeously at the moment, but he still did not change that bearing.

He urged his horse to gallop, but his agility remained.

Those rode with swords at their waists, and many carried bows and quivers on their backs. All of them were good behind them, looking ahead, their eyes like iron.

"Mr. Lu, we are almost at the border. One of his subordinates said.

"Okay, let's get as soon as possible, don't let those guys catch up. Lü Buwei said.

They continued to run, but at the end of the trail they saw dozens of rides there.

"Kill it. Lü Buwei shouted.

"Yes, Mr. Lu. The men said.

Lu Buwei looked at these subordinates and nodded, these are all good martial artists among his three thousand disciples, he treats them well on weekdays, and at this moment, it is time for them to serve.

Whoosh, a rain of arrows flew by.

These arrows are not only powerful, but also accurate.

Those dozens of horsemen didn't expect it at all, they were too careless, thinking that they were regular troops, and they couldn't compare with these rabble.

After the arrows, the soldiers screamed and most of them fell under their horses, many of them struggling.

"Kill them. Lü Buwei drew his sword.

More than a dozen of his men had rushed over, their swords glowing with cold light, and in an instant, the remaining dozen or so men had been killed.