This fucking stupid pig, the entire action group is facing the moment of survival and death, and there is still a black hand in his mind, Ding Li is angry, but he also faintly admires this product, this thing can be so extreme as a villain, and he must admire three points. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since you made a move, don't blame me for not being in the same way, Ding Li lowered his body, pretended to dodge the incoming long sword, spun around, and crashed into his teammates who were plotting against him.

Ding Li moved, and at the same time, the person on the left roared very tacitly, and exaggeratedly crashed into the middle of the battle group around him, attracting the attention of everyone nearby.

Roller Ball was also attracted by the strange behavior of the person on the left, his eyes moved away for a moment, and when he looked back at Ding Li, he could no longer find Ding Li's figure.

The teammate who listened to him and secretly dealt with Ding Li on the spot no longer knew when a blood hole was pierced in his chest, and the blood was gushing out, and he couldn't hold it down with his hand, and the teammate's eyes were looking back at the ball helplessly.

Then the passing swordsman swung his sword, and the head of that teammate rose into the sky, and his eyes could no longer be closed.

The subordinate died easily, and the eyes of the rolling balls dimmed slightly, and then they widened suddenly, took a few steps back, and looked around for Ding Li's figure, he was worried that Ding Li would use his own way to control his body.

After Ding Li solved the person who plotted against him, he didn't take the opportunity to touch it and fight with the balls.

He has rushed to support his teammates in his team, and he feels that saving his teammates who are fighting all the way to his life is far more meaningful than stabbing two rollerballs.

The opposing archers joined the battle group, and the war group suddenly became sticky like porridge with more rice.

There are people all around the body, and the action group can't use force to force up in exchange for space like at the beginning, and no matter how good the space is, it can't be used.

"Stand back, come back and shrink the defense. Ding Li shouted at his teammates.

Teammates tacitly crossed each other to cover each other, slowly fighting and retreating.

As soon as the action group retreated, the masked men formed a face-to-face suppression situation, and the speed of the advance was much faster.

Where's the reinforcements? Haven't the reinforcements come yet...... This is the voice of everyone in the action group, who is about to be pressed to the prisoner, and there is no way to retreat.

The time for a stick of incense is almost up, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet? Ding Li calculated the time, looked at the situation, and planned to hold on to another tea time.

After a cup of tea, if the reinforcements have not broken through the outer blockade and rushed into the manor, he will immediately arrange for his teammates to break through, and the prisoners should not also break through, otherwise the whole family will be destroyed.

Everyone is doing the last bitter battle, just to keep the little movement space behind them, all the members of the action team are pressed, and the injured must also control the battle line in this line, this is the death line.

In the face-to-face battle formation, the waist knife has no advantage over the straight knife, and the teammates of the action group fell down one by one like wheat stalks that had been cut, and then were dragged behind by their teammates.

The defense line was getting thinner and thinner, and all that shook in front of Ding Li's eyes was the cold light of heavy black clothes and pieces of straight knives, and there was a cloud of smoke in the darkness behind the masked man, and there was no hope.

Ding Li raised his left hand violently and made a gesture.

The teammates were shocked, clenched their waist knives, shouted in unison, took two steps back sharply, and then waited for Ding Li to wave his hand and give the order, and then crashed forward and broke through!

Ding Li's hand finished the gesture, then clasped his palms together and slashed forward.

The gesture of waving his arms was so resolute, he would rather be burdened with the black cauldron of disobeying his boss's order afterwards, and Ding Li would also issue this breakthrough order.

Even the masked people around were disturbed by the neat thing of the action group, and they were stunned.

Ding Li's arm slashed forward, and his teammates swung their knives forward neatly with the movement of his arm, and the whole team seemed to bring a flat whirlwind and swept towards the masked man, as if even the night and dense fog behind the masked man were disturbed.

The fog began to roll and roll like a boiling outlet from hell, as if it could spit out a swarm of demons at any moment.

Ding Li's eyes lit up.

The next moment, the billowing fog suddenly shook in both directions, and then suddenly swept backwards.

In an instant, a group of figures appeared in the thick fog, a group of shining light horses in silver armor, instantly tearing through the rolling fog and the hideous night, appearing in front of everyone, behind the masked man.

Like a soldier from heaven, like a soldier from heaven!

Puff puff~

The soul-devouring sound of the crossbow bolts came before the sound of the horses' hooves wrapped in cotton cloth, and slammed into the masked man's back.

It wasn't until he heard the screams of his companions that the masked man realized that someone was attacking from behind, and the masked man behind turned around when he heard the news, looked at the silver-armored cavalry who had been killed in confusion, and swallowed his spit with difficulty.

"Imperial Guard!" Ding Li's teammates shouted excitedly, that iconic silver armor was too easy to recognize, Qingguo was the only one with silver armor, it was the Kyoto Imperial Guard.

"Imperial Guards Light Cavalry, Feathered Cavalry!" his teammates shouted excitedly again after a moment's observation.

"Feather riders? Ding Li forced the masked man in front of him back with a knife, and pulled his teammates who were shouting and asked.

"Boss, the cavalry of the Imperial Guard, the light cavalry is called the feather cavalry, the heavy cavalry is called the mountain cavalry, these are the feather cavalry, our reinforcements are the feather cavalry, ah~ah~ah~. That teammate may have been too aggrieved in this battle, but now he finally breathed a sigh of relief, shouted at Ding Li like a cannon, and then shook off Ding Li's hand, screaming and rushing to the masked man to fight to the death, to wash away the depression in front of him.

Ding Li has been in the Twelve Gates for too much, and of course he doesn't understand the meaning of the Imperial Guards and the Hakuma Mountain Rider, and he doesn't understand the reverence of the people of Kyoto for the Imperial Guards.

It turned out to be a light ride......

At the mention of the cavalry, Ding Li suddenly lost his mind inexplicably, and his mind instantly recalled the huge knightly memorial ceremony he witnessed when he was in the cavalry camp, the blood-boiling war dance, the low and rhythmic stomping sound, and the flames and black ashes floating in front of him.

"Are you stupid? A shout rang in my ears.

Ding Li was a little in a trance, thinking that the captain of the cavalry battalion was shouting him, and then the sound of the collision of the swords and soldiers around him gradually became clear in his ears, Ding Li suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he was still on the battlefield, looking around, the masked man was forced by the pressure of reinforcements, and was desperately attacking the defense line to make a final fight.

This wave is the most dangerous wave, Ding Li made up his mind and threw himself into the battle group.

Light cavalry has always been a crushing advantage against the infantry army, especially the feather cavalry of the imperial guard army that was formed by the Qingguo thousands of selections, rushing into the battle formation, killing the starting army is really easy and pleasant.

The warbands of masked men were invaded, cut, and crushed at will by light horses.

Like chopping green onions on a cutting board, they are gradually pureed into meat.

Their last wave of desperate counterattack was also extremely fierce, and even a five-grade force like Ding Li was almost cut off a hand.

Despite such a tragic battle, the captives were finally saved.

Those captives couldn't speak, their bodies couldn't hide, they silently followed the ups and downs of the action group's waist knives and were happy and sad, and their emotions were ups and downs.