After hearing this, everyone seemed to be running faster. Another sergeant who was out of breath said to Bao Sizhi: "Lord County Lieutenant, let's, let's catch up like this, really.
Can we defeat the demon thief? We, we only have more than a thousand people."
Bao Sizhi laughed: "What do you know? The demon thief is running away now, and we are chasing him. It's dark, and he doesn't know our number. As long as we rush like this, they will scatter like birds and beasts, and the rest will be gone."
The next thing is to collect people. By the way, this time they also robbed a lot of women from other places. You can rob them to replace the ones they took away before. Whoever robs more belongs to whom!" : :
Before he finished speaking, suddenly, a fire broke out in a patch of grass more than a hundred steps ahead, and countless Tianshi Dao swordsmen in blue jumped out from the grass. Bao Sizhi almost fell off his horse, his cry was heard.
The night sky echoed: "No, there's an ambush!"
In the grass, the lights were bright, and the leader was a military general in full armor, holding a broadsword. It was the traitor general Zhang Meng. With a sinister smile on his face, he shouted: "As expected, the three leaders of my family expected, the officers and soldiers
As expected, they are chasing us, fellow Taoists, kill them fiercely!"
Following his words, a row of dense arrows shot out from behind him. Bao Sizhi's militiamen who rushed in front were like straw cut by the wind. Dozens of them fell in an instant, and the rest also fell.
Not caring about going to the front to grab money, food, or women, Bao Sizhi turned around and ran away. Bao Sizhi lay on the back of the horse, turned around and ran back. As he ran, he shouted loudly: "Quick, get out!"
Zhang Meng laughed and waved his hand, and more than two thousand ambush soldiers behind him swarmed out from the grass, not in a single line, but followed the Haiyan militiamen at a distance of more than a hundred steps, chasing forward. Most of them were wearing leather armor.
Holding swords and arrows, they moved as fast as flying. Passing by the pile of Haiyan militiamen who had been shot down, more than ten injured people got up from the pile of dead people. They were about to kowtow and beg for mercy, but were killed by the nearest Tianshi Tao swordsman.
They stabbed each other with their long swords and pierced through the heart. They couldn't even scream and died.
Zhang Meng laughed wildly while swinging the long sword in his hand. A head rolled on the ground like a watermelon. The corpse kneeling on the ground had not yet fallen. Beside him, dozens of swordsmen at the front were
They wanted to pursue forward again, but they heard a low sound of a horn. Their expressions changed. Looking back, they saw Xu Daofu holding a horn in his hand. It was him who had just sounded it. The other heavenly masters
The Taoist swordsmen followed behind him. Zhang Meng and the swordsmen who were about to pursue him could only shake their heads, turned back to Xu Daofu, saluted first, and then reorganized their formation.
Xu Daofu stopped. In front of him, a wounded soldier was still crawling on the ground with difficulty. Three feather arrows were inserted into this wounded soldier's back. It was Wu Qianqiu. He was so high-spirited just now. Now he is
After his dying and twisting body, there were already more than ten steps of blood on the road. Wu Qianqiu just rushed ahead too fast, so he was also the first to be hit by the arrow. The desire to survive made him crawl all the way here, but he was given
Xu Daofu raised his foot and stepped heavily on his waist. Blood spurted from Wu Qianqiu's mouth, but he could no longer crawl.
The big pestle in Xu Daofu's hand was pressed against Wu Qianqiu's back. He didn't look at the lamb waiting to be slaughtered at his feet. He looked ahead in the dark night, where there were more than a thousand figures still running around him.
Zhang Meng said with a flattering smile on his face: "Three Cult Masters, as you expected, the officers and soldiers wanted to pursue us, but they gave us a head-on attack and immediately ran away. Should we pursue them at full speed now and kill them all?"
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Xu Daofu shook his head and said: "These people don't look like the Beifu army, but the state and county militia. I don't know why Liu Yu would let these people take the lead. I'm afraid there will be an ambush. I'll send you to ambush here. As long as you repel them
Just pursue the enemy. There is no need to take this risk. Junior brother Zhang, take your men and go first. Don’t run too fast. Just follow the enemy. Keep a good distance. If you encounter an ambush, retreat quickly. If you are still there after ten miles,
If there is no ambush, then kill these guys."
Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he exerted force on his wrist. The giant pestle sank downwards, smashing Wu Qianqiu's entire backbone into pieces, and turning his internal organs into pus. Wu Qianqiu's front body fell helplessly.
After struggling for a while, he finally tilted his head and died.
Zhang Meng laughed loudly, waved his long sword, and rushed forward with more than two thousand of his men.
Xu Daofu put the bloody pestle on his shoulder and walked forward with long strides: "Let's go, follow me to chase the enemy!"
Just as Zhang Meng chased them for about three miles, the fleeing Haiyan militiamen in front of him got into a forest. Zhang Meng stopped. The sky was already slightly bright, and a ray of morning light cast in the forest. There were shadows in the forest, and it was difficult to see.
When something happened, an incense owner said to Zhang Meng: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you? Let's continue the pursuit."
Zhang Meng shook his head: "This place is easy to ambush. When we passed by here, we also wanted to use it as an ambush point. If the thieves have an ambush here, we will suffer a big loss if we enter rashly. Send an order to go around the forest."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud sound of golden drums in the forest. Countless flags flashed out above the treetops and among the grass, and countless figures ran back and forth in the forest.
The remaining powerful crossbows roared out, heading straight for the disciples of Tianshi Dao. More than a hundred swordsmen standing in the front row quickly drew their swords to block, but these crossbow arrows fired too fast, far stronger than ordinary bows and arrows.
The dozen or so people at the front didn't even have time to swing their swords, but several blood holes appeared on their bodies, blood spurted from their mouths, and they fell down after looking up.
And there were loud shouts of killing in the forest, with the sound of clappers, gongs and drums, and countless voices shouting at the same time: "Don't leave, monster thief, kill, kill!"
Zhang Meng's face turned pale, and he said quickly: "No, there is indeed an ambush, retreat, retreat quickly."
As he spoke, he turned around and ran away, regardless of the situation behind him. Several soldiers were behind him, waving their shields desperately, blocking arrows flying like locusts in the forest, and behind him
From time to time, among the swordsmen in blue, someone fell to the ground after being struck by an arrow or a crossbow. The remaining group of several people waved their swords and danced their shields, alternately covering the evacuation, not even caring about the corpses of their companions on the ground, let alone using bows and arrows.
Fighting back, in the blink of an eye, the more than 2,000 Tianshi Dao disciples who had just chased outside the forest were all gone, except for sixty or seventy corpses on the ground and more than twenty wounded soldiers rolling in a pool of blood and wailing.
, the earth returned to calm.
This chapter has been completed!