"Run!"

I don't know who shouted, and a group of people ran towards the outside of the battlefield.

However, after standing for a day, they can still run. After only two steps, they fell to the ground one after another, prostration. The rest of those who can run will not run.

Because of the surroundings, those Great Song Dynasty soldiers who should have died stood up crookedly, holding weapons, and surrounded them.

Despair wells up in my heart.

"Dead Water River, this is Dead Water River!" the old man sitting on the ground looked up to the sky and cried out, telling the desperate truth.

The backwater river, let alone the river, even if you take a small boat, you don't dare to cross here.

And now, so many people are dying here, which adds to the ferocity of the backwater river.

In the river, pale heads floated to the surface. They looked fixedly at the desperate people on the shore and waited silently.

No wonder, no wonder a group of people would be confused for a long time.

It turned out that there was not just one water ghost in the water, but a large group.

They worked together, and this group of exhausted refugees naturally couldn't stop at a low level.

The zombies who had come back from the dead stood there dumbfounded, weapons armed, forcing the refugees closer and closer to the river.

In a trance, a boy seemed to hear the crisp sound of a bell.

Then, following the source of the sound, he saw that in the west, in the sun, a knight appeared.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded as fast as lightning.

The knight held the long knife, and after approaching the periphery of this group of zombies, he did not bend down, but the long knife was slightly forward, and the snow-white knife flashed.

Brush!

Three heads flew up, and three corpses fell to the ground.

Zombies that have come back from the dead, dead again.

The knight was like a razor, slicing off a piece of the zombie's perimeter.

This knight, naturally, is a ghost crying.

After the charge, he pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and once again launched the charge.

The sluggish bodies of the zombies turned, and before they could raise their weapons, Devil Cry had already rushed into them.

The two zombies were knocked over by the war horse, and the ghost cave slashed left and right with a knife, but in an instant, they rushed out again, leaving behind two zombies who were slow and difficult to get up, and four corpses that were cut off and died again.

Seeing someone come to the rescue, the refugees cheered up.

The five refugees even grabbed weapons on the ground and rushed to fight the zombies.

Then, they found out that the zombies had nothing to fear except that they were a little harder.

Sluggish movements, average strength.

Just as soon as they fought, the three zombies were picked up and knocked to the ground, and although they didn't die, it took some time to get up.

These zombies are just in vain, and their strength is even inferior to them.

It's just that the rich demonic aura and the terrifying countenance make people frightened, so that they give up resisting.

However, the appearance of Devil May Cry gives them hope.

And the five elderly refugees overturned three zombies in one round, directly piercing the terrifying faces of the zombies, and suddenly made a group of refugees understand that this group of zombies is not terrible, they are not even stable on their feet.

"Kill it!"

They roared loudly, grabbed their weapons on the ground, and rushed out like a torrent.

The zombies seem to be a strong line of defense, and they break through as soon as they rush. Devil Cry turned the horse's head again and charged. Responding from inside and out, the refugees quickly broke out of the encirclement.

Crying is heard, and a child falls and is left in the zombie horde.

His emaciated and diminutive mother screamed, grabbed the knife and tried to rush in, but was grabbed by the arm and dragged back.

The zombies slowly approached, and the cries of the children were unbearable.

His mother fell to her knees, crying and begging those around her to save her child.

However, what I saw was a dodging face.

After all, when they were surrounded, they had little physical strength left.

With a breath of blood and bravery, he rushed out, his physical strength was exhausted, and he couldn't fight anymore, he just wanted to leave quickly.

The child's mother, desperate, watched her child disappear from sight as the zombies gradually approached her.

At this moment, the sound of hurried horses' hooves sounded in his ears like war drums.

Devil Cry rides a war horse and plunges into piles of zombies.

Rumble!

Several zombies were knocked out of the air, and Ghost Cry waved his knife again and again, and a piece of limbs flew sideways, and he was killed in it.

Then, with a sharp bend, he picked up the frightened child, turned the horse's head, and struck it again.

The mother and son were reunited, and a piercing cry erupted.

The mother took the child and knelt down in front of the ghost crying and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, ......"

Devil Cry was a little uncomfortable, he wasn't very good at dealing with such situations.

Turning his head to look at the slowly approaching zombie, then at the weather, the ghost cried, "Okay, let's go, it's almost dark." ”

When everyone heard this, they were shocked, and hurriedly helped and pulled each other, and staggered and followed the ghost cry towards the distance.

At night, the dead branches and yellow leaves of the forest were collected by everyone, and in the middle of a flat field, by a small stream, several bonfires were raised.

Because the events of the day made people feel psychologically shadowed, they tried to stay away from the creek as much as possible.

Devil Cry went into the woods alone, and when he returned, there was a dead wolf on his horseback.

The wolf was divided into more than a dozen pieces, added several cauldrons, mixed with the grass and wild vegetables collected by everyone, and added the water scooped up from the stream, and boiled into a soup with a gurgling taste.

With trembling hands, the old man picked up the precious salt, put a little in a pot, and finished the broth.

The soup has a bitter taste and a slight meaty aroma, which is not very delicious, and for nearly 100 people, it is not much.

The refugees drank with relish, their dry and pale faces were flushed, and there was a glimmer of hope in their numb eyes, and they couldn't help but look at the figure in the stream who was taking care of the war horses.

They didn't know the armor on Devil Cry, but they could tell that Devil Cry was a "big official", probably a general.

For them, it's strange to ghost cry.

Ghost Cry does not have the arrogance of a big official in their impression, greedy for life and afraid of death, nor is it as fierce and vicious as the general in their impression, who regards human life as a mustard.

On the contrary, it is a bit like in the play, he is a good official.

"My lord, let's eat some!" an old man trembled and brought a bowl of soup to Ghost Cry.

"Thank you, sir. Ghost Cry took the bowl, dried it in one gulp, and then gave it back to the old man, and continued to scoop up water from the stream to wash the body of the war horse.

The horses seemed to like this activity, and stood honestly, but kept shaking their manes and shaking the droplets of water in their faces.

It's also a shame that Ghost Cry took off his clothes and armor, and his upper body was naked, otherwise, how to dry his clothes would be a big problem.

After bathing the horse and giving himself a bath, Ghost Cry led the horse to a circle composed of several bonfires, and found the old man with high prestige in the crowd this time, Zhang Laohan.