Chapter 173: Breaking into the Camp (1)

"I hope it's still too late." Mi Tu was anxious, he urged the war horse, rushed up a hill like a fly, and couldn't help but gasp when he looked at Gengjiabao in the distance. I saw the Mongolian army joint camp in front of Gengjiabao for several miles, and countless Mongolian soldiers attacked the wall of Gengjiabao like ants in the sound of horns in the sky.

Behind the besieging soldiers, there were several Mongolian cavalry to play their advantage in cavalry and archery, they were constantly in the cross movement, while dodging the rain of arrows shot down from the wall, while raising their bows to shoot back, a rain of arrows continued to shoot on the wall to suppress the counterattack of Gengjiabao.

Under the suppression of the Mongolian cavalry, although the warriors on the wall forgot to die, the resistance was still gradually weakened in the continuous casualties, and soon several places were broken through by the Mongolian army, and gradually the Mongolian army attacked the wall. Soon, several forces of Gengjiabao warriors suddenly burst out, and after a fierce battle, they pressed down the Mongolian army that had climbed the wall.

In the thick smoke, the screams and shouts of killing were mixed together, shaking the heavens and the earth, which showed that the war was extremely fierce.

Although Gengjiabao was still standing in the turbulent waves set off by the Mongolian army, Mi Tu understood that Gengjiabao was already in danger at this time and could collapse at any time. Without thinking much about it, the sudden ape stretched out his arm and grabbed the harsh thorn beside him, and shouted in his ear: "Kill me with me, if you can suppress the besieging soldiers, spare you from death." After saying that, Mitu replied without harshness, and immediately urged the war horse to rush down the hill and go straight to the Mongolian army camp to kill.

Harsh Thorn had cursed Mitu thousands of times in his heart, but now his life was in Mitu's hands, and he knew that it was easier for Mitu to kill himself than to kill an ant, where did he dare to have a fixed point of resistance, so he had to close his eyes and let Mitu go crazy.

The war horse is like the wind, splashing countless snowflakes, like a comet crossing the sky, drawing a long wake. Although he rode alone through thousands of troops, at this time, the journey was full of invincible courage, vowing to dominate this world.

In the blink of an eye, Mitu rode alone into the Mongolian army's camp, and an ominous premonition suddenly hit Mitu's heart. The thousands of Mongolian troops still did not release any ranger guard camp, and the Mongolian army camp was too quiet, not only did there not have a single sentry at the camp gate, but there was no half of a person in the camp, which was the same as Longmu ambushing his own camp. A thought flashed through Mitu's heart, "There must be an ambush!", Mitu immediately secretly raised his vigilance, but he still castrated and quickly rushed to the Mongolian army camp.

As Mi Tu expected, just as he received the battalion for more than 70 zhang, a terrible horn suddenly resounded throughout the entire Mongolian army camp. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of figures rushed out of dozens of tents and quickly formed a formation, and a branch of cold arrows aimed at Mitu.

Looking at the dense arrow forest that was as dense as a forest of cold light, the stinger immediately shouted in horror: "I'm Wanhu stinger, everyone stop for me!"

There was obviously a panic in the Mongolian army's array, and the harsh thorn must be their commander Yu Wei who was still there, all the Mongolian archers, you look at me, I look at you, I can't help but be helpless for a while, and even the generals who pressed the formation were hesitant.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mitu kicked down the war horse again, and quickly approached the Mongolian army camp for several feet. At this moment, a heavy cold snort suddenly sounded from the Mongolian army camp, followed by an angry voice: "Release the arrow, those who violate the order will not be pardoned." ”

The general of the Mongolian army immediately turned red, and his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty, he violently pulled out the scimitar on his waist and swung it down hard, roaring: "Release the arrows! Release the arrows! Lao Tzu, who does not obey the order, will kill his whole family!"

With the roar of the general, the Mongolian army immediately fell silent, and then there was a "hum" sound, and a dark cloud suddenly rushed up in the Mongolian army formation, rushing straight to the end.

There was a long howl on the way, which shook everyone dizzy, and the Mongolian general on the horse almost fell off the horse. Mi Tu jumped with a thorn in his hand, and his body rushed out like a flash of lightning, and he jumped more than ten zhang away, and immediately broke away from the center of the arrow rain, and occasionally a few scattered arrow feathers were shocked by Mi Tu's palm.

Even after being so harsh, he still screamed and almost fainted.

The journey does not stop, and rushes forward, like a breeze blowing, and in the blink of an eye, it has rushed into the Mongolian army's formation, and the figure has no majesty, just like a puff of green smoke blends into the wind of heaven and earth, and the ethereal gives people a sense of unreality. He held a thorn in his left hand, and with a wave of his scimitar in his right hand, he drew silk threads, and there was no dazzling brilliance, let alone strong winds, except that all the Mongol soldiers in the way of the silk threads were broken bows, arrows, and men.

In an instant, more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers almost simultaneously had empty eyes, cut off their vitality, and slowly fell. Suddenly, streams of blood spurted out, blood mist rose, and a bewitching color shocked everyone.

At this time, the Mongolian soldier woke up from his mental trance, but what followed was a tremor from the heart, and the thread of death was still spreading rapidly in the array, harvesting life one by one, bursting out with the brilliant blood of death. In the eyes of all the Mongol soldiers, the doom at this time was the killing god from heaven and the devil from hell, and no one stopped it, but quickly retreated. The Mongol army was in chaos for a moment, and they split to both sides like a tide, making way for the killing god in front of them to leave quickly.

Without hesitation, Mitu rushed through the Mongolian army. He has no desire to kill, and he has no intention of entanglement with the Mongol army, his goal is to rescue Gengjiabao as soon as possible, which is already in danger.

Suddenly, a greater sense of crisis hit Mito's heart, and since he had learned of Temudu's plan from the mouth of the harsh thorn, his heart was naturally very vigilant. He knew that Temududu already hated himself to the bone, and he knew his own strength, so naturally he would not only use these hundreds of archers against him, but there would definitely be more powerful followers, although he had full courage and confidence, he never held it up, so he was extremely vigilant.

Sure enough, when Mitu rushed out of the Mongolian army's arrow array, dozens of Mongolian archers dozens of feet in front of him had already opened their bows and aimed at him.

The cold light on the tip of that arrow was clear, and the cold murderous aura in the faint made Mi Tu's heart tremble. These dozens of Mongolian archers were obviously different from the hundreds of Mongolian archers before them, each of them had a strong bow in their hands, their eyes were staring at Mitu, their expressions were extremely calm, and the momentum of standing as an abyss was full of a cold murderous aura, just like the eve of a volcanic eruption. (To be continued.) )