"Cover me!These two lights must be extinguished as soon as possible!" shouted Xiang Yong.

Of the remaining three Jianghu people, two kept stretching their bows and arrows, and one of them quietly sneaked under the searchlight from the flanks.

Chen Beixuan's archery skills were not very good, so he simply put the crossbow back behind his back, and followed the Jianghu man, wanting to touch the searchlight and kill.

Li Zhiping should have practiced shooting, although not particularly accurate, but a steady batch, every time he loosened the bowstring, a soldier on the opposite side fell to the ground with an arrow on his body.

He replied loudly: "I only have 8 arrows left!"

Xiang Yong didn't say anything, dodged out again, shot an arrow at the searchlight and dodged back.

This time he missed his head slightly, and hit the shade of the searchlight. The searchlight shook a bit and did not go out.

"And 5 arrows!"

"There are 4 arrows left!"

At this time, Chen Beixuan and the Jianghu man approached the searchlight, causing chaos among the troops under the light.

Xiang Yong gritted his teeth, touched his backhand on his back, and grabbed two arrows with his fingertips. Then he jumped out and fired twice in succession, "whooshing" twice, and in the blink of an eye both arrows hit the target, and the remaining two searchlights came out of the smoke and went out.

It was dark, and only the dancing flames were still creating a little light, but the light was not enough for the soldiers to shoot accurately.

"Rush over and scatter them!" shouted Xiang Yong, who rushed a few hundred meters away.

Even if it is a little slower, Chen Beixuan's life will be in danger.

And he can't sit back and watch the future Immortal Venerable die here.

The distance of 300 meters only takes 14 seconds for Xiang Yong.

In this time, there are only enough shots for the Crystal Rifle twice.

At the command of the officer opposite, the soldiers, although they could not aim, fired a salvo.

"Bang"!

The firing sounds of hundreds of magic crystal rifles converged into two huge gunshots.

While running, Xiang Yong felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer in the abdomen, and his body was also crooked, almost falling.

Damn, there's a big hole in my stomach and my intestines are leaking out.

He steadied himself without slowing down, grabbed his intestines with his left hand and stuffed them back into his abdominal cavity, drew his sword with his right hand, bent down and rushed into the crowd, and began to slash.

Li Zhiping's sword light bloomed on his flank, but one of the two Jianghu people who rushed after him had fallen forever on the way to the charge.

The remaining five people teamed up to create a killing, and in the defense of hundreds of soldiers, Xiang Yong descended like a killing god, irresistible, and every sword must take a life.

But there were too many enemies, and these elite emperors were not afraid of death, and launched a decisive attack on them with bayonets.

Ants bite elephants to death.

No matter how strong Xiang Yong and the others are, they will inevitably start to get injured.

Xiang Yong noticed that Chen Beixuan had been stabbed several times and his body was unstable.

Li Zhiping's sword light was no longer sharp, and his body was stained with blood.

The two surviving Jianghu people are both cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, with strong true yuan, rough skin and thick flesh, even if they are stabbed by a bayonet, their muscles can be quickly clamped to prevent the bayonet from penetrating, and they can quickly stop bleeding.

The blade infused with Zhenyuan is also much more powerful than Chen Beixuan and Li Zhiping.

In this melee, they instead became the main force.

While Xiang Yong killed the enemy, he took time to support Li Zhiping and Chen Beixuan, giving them some respite.

"Bang!" someone fired a black gun in the darkness, and the projectile accurately hit the head of a quack.

The force tore through his skull, and his brain burst out like a firework.

The corpse, with only half of the head remaining, slowly fell.

The soldiers on the opposite side had already been killed less than two hundred.

"Let's retreat!" shouted the only remaining charlatans.

"Can't retreat!" Xiang Yong quickly retreated, dodging the bayonet that stabbed him in the heart, and slashed his opponent's throat with a wave of his sword, "You can't be separated by them!

Although Xiang Yong was shot in the abdomen, his body in the late stage of opening the pulse had enough recovery power and had begun to stop the bleeding, but he had to cover the wound, otherwise his intestines would flow out.

Several other bayonet wounds were also bleeding, making him a little dizzy.

But we can't stop now.

He was ruthless, and began to ignore some of the opponent's attacks that were destined not to hit the vital point, exchanging injuries for his life, and even ruthlessly.

A moment later, he had 6 more scars on his body and 6 more lives on his men.

Soldiers are not machines, after all, they also have feelings and fears.

After being killed more than two-thirds of the way, the remaining soldiers finally collapsed, and the first soldier to flee set off a chain reaction, and the soldiers gathered around them fled one after another, not wanting to fight against these killers again.

Xiang Yong grabbed the crumbling Chen Beixuan, dragged him, stepped on the corpses and the road slippery with blood, and came to an empty camp tent, at this time Chen Beixuan's consciousness had been scattered.

Xiang Yong quickly took out his primary hemostatic medicine and primary healing potion, broke Chen Beixuan's mouth, and poured it in.

After a while, Chen Beixuan's face regained a little blood.

"Thank you. After Chen Beixuan thanked him, he struggled to hand his own hemostatic medicine and healing medicine to Xiang Yong, "Captain, you can also take a sip." ”

Xiang Yong was not polite, grabbed it all and poured it into his mouth, only to feel that his whole body was warm as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and the itchy wound had begun to grow flesh. "It works out pretty well. ”

Li Zhiping was covered in blood and panting beside them, also healing himself.

At this time, the last Jianghu man also walked into the tent and shook his head, "Those few are dead." ”

Xiang Yong was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "I don't know if Qu Da and they have succeeded." ”

"Probably not yet. Didn't hear anything. ”

After a minute or two, Xiang Yong stood up, "Let's go, let's continue." ”

The Jianghu man looked at Xiang Yong with pleading eyes: "We have done enough! Now that we are wounded all over our bodies, we must send our lives here to fight again." Damn, I don't want to die here!"

Xiang Yong shook his head and said, "Only by killing Meng Tian can we have a chance to get out alive." Otherwise we will all die here. ”

The Jianghu man gritted his teeth and said: "Why haven't the follow-up troops come yet?"

"If we don't kill the Khotans, they won't come and die. ”

Xiang Yong walked out of the camp, the chaos outside had calmed down a lot, only a few areas were still gunshots, and the hundreds of Jianghu people who raided in were almost dead and wounded, and those who could survive until now were either extremely lucky or masters among the masters.

He stared for a moment. The sound of the wind, the sound of the flames, the sound of gunshots, the sound of officers giving orders, and the shouts of the people echoing each other......

"Over there," he pointed due south, "Qu's loud voice is over there, go, let's go and meet!"

Qu Da and the others should not have found Meng Tian yet, otherwise they would have succeeded a long time ago.

In this chaotic barracks, where are the Mongols hiding?