"Engong, instead of burning them to death, let's fight to the death with these Mongolian Dazi!" said one of the refugees in a trembling voice.

"Fight your head, fight!" Wu Xiaofei scolded in his heart and explained, "Mongolian Dazi bows and arrows at us, I'm afraid we will be shot into hedgehogs if we don't rush in front of them!"

Four or five of the Mongol cavalry were in a state of firing arrows at any time, and they were about twenty meters away from the Mongol cavalry. Once they exposed their target, they were probably shot like hedgehogs before they could rush to the Mongol cavalry.

"Everyone quickly clean up the weeds around us, and maybe there is still a chance of life. Wu Xiaofei whispered to the others.

If the surrounding grass is cleared, the fire will not burn, and it will still be able to escape. But that's just a delaying tactic, wait for a while

The weeds are burned and they have nowhere to run.

It takes a process to release the rocket, and taking advantage of this time period, Wu Xiaofei and his party cleaned up the weeds around them and made room for an open space.

"It's over!" Looking at the Mongolian cavalry that was already ready, Wu Xiaofei's heart was cold, and he knew that he was in a catastrophe.

"Damn, it's a knife to stretch out your head, and it's a knife to shrink your head, so it's better to fight. If you work hard, there may still be a glimmer of life. Wu Xiaofei understood that even if the fire couldn't kill him if he waited, without the cover of weeds, he would still not be able to dodge the arrows of the Mongolian cavalry.

"It's not okay to rush over, that's really looking for death. You can only put cold arrows. Wu Xiaofei thought to himself, "I have to find a cover." How nice it would be to have a shield at this time!"

There was definitely no shield, Wu Xiaofei looked around and found that there was a persimmon tree the size of a bucket not far away.

"Okay!" Wu Xiaofei was secretly happy when he saw the tree, and quietly climbed behind the tree to clean up the surrounding weeds, "Hehe!

"Whoosh~" The Mongolian cavalry were dismounting and lighting rockets, and Wu Xiaofei released a cold arrow and went straight to the chest of one of the Mongolian masters.

"Huh~" The arrow grazed the shoulder of the Mongolian Tatsuko.

"Damn! missed. Wu Xiaofei scolded secretly. He was not good at archery, and he was far away from the Mongol cavalry, and there were weeds in front of him to catch his sight, so he had a low hit rate to death.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~"

As soon as the position was revealed, the Mongol cavalry fired arrows in his direction. Six or seven arrows came in a volley, and if he hadn't been hiding behind the persimmon tree, he would have been shot as a hedgehog long ago.

As soon as Wu Xiaofei waited for the Mongolian cavalry to finish shooting, he immediately came out to release the arrows, and after releasing the arrows, he didn't look at it, and hid behind the persimmon tree.

The two sides come and go, and the intensity is incomparable. The weeds around it had already been lit, and the fire was raging. Wu Xiaofei shot more than a dozen arrows, but only hit once, and the quiver behind him was gone. The only advantage was that the Mongol cavalry seemed to have run out of arrows, and they hadn't fired their arrows for a while.

"I don't know if I can escape this catastrophe?" Wu Xiaofei hid behind the persimmon tree, looking at the raging fire around him, and thought to himself.

"I killed four of the Mongol soldiers, and now there are about seven. The only good news is that they have no arrows. But I don't know if I can fight seven or eight Mongolian cavalry with a single sword?" Wu Xiaofei thought to himself, "Although my physical fitness is far stronger than that of the Mongolian cavalry, the opponent's number and combat experience are far superior to mine, I'm afraid the chance of winning is less than one percent!"

Wu Xiaofei held a scimitar in his hand, looking at the raging fire around him, just waiting for the fire to be extinguished, he was going out to fight with the Mongolian cavalry, and it was not his style to sit and wait for death.

"Hehe!" The scar man looked at the burning fire, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and shouted in his mouth, "These Han people actually dare to kill our four brothers, we must kill them one by one, cut off their heads, take out their internal organs, and sacrifice my brother with their heads and hearts." ”

"With their heads and hearts lay the foundation of our brothers. Several other Mongol soldiers shouted as well, all of them with red eyes and hideous faces, like wolves trying to eat people.

"What are these Mongolian Dazi talking about? Wu Xiaofei didn't understand Mongolian, but he listened to their impassioned tone.

"Come on!" Wu Xiaofei shook the knife in his hand, looked at the fire that had begun to extinguish, and was ready to fight hard.

"Dismount and kill!" Scar commanded the other Mongol cavalrymen.

The weeds on the side of the road burned out, revealing hard "stiff stones" (a stone similar in shape to ginger, which is not as hard as ordinary stones, and there are many of them in the wasteland in the mountains). The horses could not walk at all, so they had to dismount and fight.

"Roar~ Come on!" Wu Xiaofei let out a low roar and rushed out from behind the smoked blackened persimmon tree. The location of his arrows just now has already been exposed, and it is useless to hide, but the other refugee Mongolian cavalry has not yet discovered it.

"Kill!" the scar man roared, and rushed over with the scimitar in his hand. The Mongolian soldiers behind him also roared, drew their scimitars, and killed Wu Xiaofei.

This is a naked white-knuckle battle, either you die or I live. The eyes of both sides were red, and they did not die.

"Die!" Wu Xiaofei raised the scimitar in his hand, his arms were huge, his waist and horse were united, and he slashed towards the scar man. In the face of this knife, the scar man did not dodge, but also raised the knife to slash at it. He has been in a hundred battles, has been drawing a bow and shooting arrows for many years, and has absolute confidence in his arm strength.

"Ding~" The two knives collided, making a urge, and the blades were inlaid together, you can imagine how much strength the two sides have! And the scar man's whole body was shocked, only to feel a strong force coming from the opponent's knife, which made his whole body numb. With a bang, Wu Xiaofei took the opportunity to kick on the scar man's lower body and kicked the scar man away.

"You're too confident!" Wu Xiaofei thought to the scar man who was clutching his crotch and screaming in pain. His physical strength has already reached the limit of the human body, and his strength is more than twice that of the scar man.

"Huh?" The other Mongolian cavalry saw that the boss was hit with a move, and they were suddenly a little confused, and involuntarily stopped.

"Kill me, stupid!" scar yelled as he looked at his men who had stopped.

Wu Xiaofei didn't care if Meng Dazi stopped, but took the scimitar in his hand and slashed around in an orderly manner. He had never learned any advanced swordsmanship, and there were many enemies, so he could only cut through the chaos with a quick sword.

Wu Xiaofei's arm strength was amazing, and he slashed and killed indiscriminately, so that the Mongolian masters around him did not dare to bully him. Six or seven Mongolian Dazi could only raise their swords to surround Wu Xiaofei.

"Fool! Fool! Give it to Lao Tzu!" the scar man who fell to the ground looked at his subordinates who didn't dare to move, and roared angrily. The scar man was extremely ruthless to Wu Xiaofei, although Wu Xiaofei's kick was hasty, he didn't have the usual strength. But in the lower body, even one percent of the strength can't stand it!

Hearing the boss's order, Meng Dazi could only bite the bullet. Wu Xiaofei could only show his "chaotic cloak knife technique" and slash indiscriminately. In just two or three seconds, Wu Xiaofei slashed two Mongolian Dazi, three stabs in his own back and two stabs in his left shoulder.

"My life is over!" Wu Xiaofei knew that he would not survive. Although the five wounds were not deep, they were bleeding constantly, and he had lost seventy percent of his combat effectiveness, and as long as Mongol Dazi surrounded him, he would slowly die.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~" Just when Wu Xiaofei was desperate, only a swishing sound stopped, and the Mongolian soldiers surrounding him fell down one by one.

Looking at the fallen Mongolian soldiers, Wu Xiaofei only felt that his eyes were getting heavier and heavier, and before he passed out, he saw a one-armed man walking over with a strange bird not far away.

"Condor Man Yang Guo!" this was Wu Xiaofei's last thought.