The Qiang people pursued him relentlessly.

The Feijun's physical strength was squeezed to the extreme, reaching the stage of running out of fuel and running out of fuel. He was unable to fight anymore and ran away at the end of the road.

Heavy footsteps, heavy breathing, the scenes that quickly passed before their eyes and gradually became confusing, and the deep sleep that was too thick to be eliminated, were testing the nerves of the flying army officers every moment. The heartbeats became more and more rapid.

, breathing became more and more disordered, and there was a burning pain in my throat, as if what I breathed in was not air, but a blazing fire, which made my head feel dizzy and I wished I could stop and take a rest.

I really want to just lie down and sleep for a while without caring about anything.

Even if it's just for a moment.

It's a pity they can't.

What kept everyone alive and still trying to squeeze out the last strength in their bodies to move forward was their firm belief in survival and the strong encouragement that reinforcements from the territory were coming. The territory did not give up on everyone, and several Mo guards had already gone to help them.

Death, what reason do they have for not continuing to persevere?

For themselves, for Paoze, and for the brothers who died heroically to rescue them!

Keep running!

The Qiang people were obviously not willing to let the cooked duck fly away, and pursued them resolutely.

When he saw another warrior from the Qiang tribe following him, the leader of the Shenlang tribe became even more anxious. In the fight with these Han people, the Shenlang Qiang had already paid a heavy price and finally exhausted the Fei army until they were half dead. Seeing that they were trying harder

How can you tolerate this kind of thing when suddenly another tribe comes out to take the credit? Previously, the leader of the Shenlang clan still held the idea of ​​"slowly dying to reduce losses" towards the remnants of the Fei army. It seemed that he could catch up.

In fact, there is still room for ferocity, and he hopes to use up Fei Jun's remaining energy on the road instead of fighting against his tribe. However, after other tribal competitors arrive, the Shenlang Chief's wishful thinking can no longer be realized.

The previous appearance of the Mo Guard team also sounded the alarm to the leader of the Shenlang clan.

No more water can be released!

Following the clan leader's order, Shenlang Qiang no longer held back and his speed increased sharply.

Seeing the Qiang people speeding up again, Wang Ping was shocked and angry, but he had no choice but to urge his disabled troops to run away. However, counting from the time when they encountered the enemy in Liangzhou, the Fei army had been fighting continuously for more than a month, and most of the time they were in

Dealing with powerful enemies in the mountainous area, not only lacked food and medicine, but also suffered from mountain sickness. Even so, he still had to fight the enemy almost every day. Even his iron body could no longer bear it.

The flying army could not get up quickly, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Wang Ping sighed secretly and quickly made a decision.

"pock."

Mazi rolled over and crawled over. He originally wanted to respond, but because he was out of breath from running, he lost his breath when he opened his mouth and coughed so hard that tears flowed out.

"You take everyone away first, and I'll take the rest."

"Cough, cough, I'll come after it's over!" Pockmarked's face turned red.

During this mission, eleven of the twelve transferred generals in the Fei Army died, leaving only Mazi. Mazi was seriously injured and had no strength to fight anymore. Knowing that Wang Ping had good intentions in letting him go, it was also the current situation.

The most reasonable arrangement, but when faced with a crisis, his subordinates would flee far away, leaving the general to cut off his successor. Mazi couldn't accept it at all. He couldn't afford to lose this person!

"How can you fight if you can't even lift the knife?"

Wang Ping was furious and slapped Mazi on the shoulder.

Mazi was so weak that he fell down due to the slap. He struggled to get up, but found it difficult to get up.

The pursuers are already twenty steps behind!

"This is an order!"

Wang Ping no longer looked at Mazi, and winked to the left and right, signaling the two flying troops to drag Mazi away quickly. He stopped with more than a dozen lightly injured flying troops, waiting for the Qiang people to approach. He didn't know

No matter how much I can fight for the remnant, I will never let the Qiang pass by as long as I have a breath left.

"Everyone go!" A strange voice came from behind.

Before Wang Ping could turn around, several men in black robes flew past him like a wind and pounced on the Qiang people.

The nearest Mowei search team has arrived!

Wang Ping burst into tears.

He didn't even see the appearance of these Mo Guards, and naturally he didn't know who these Mo Guards were, but he knew one thing well. These Mo Guards who stepped forward to cut off the Fei Army's rear were basically

It was impossible to live. Wang Ping was frustrated and blamed himself. Feijun was one of the most elite troops in the Zhulu Territory. He had experienced hundreds of battles and was an important force in defending the territory. He was regarded as the strongest guardian of the Zhulu Territory.

He has turned the tide many times, but now, he can only watch each and every one of Zhulu dying to protect Feijun, feeling extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

Wang Ping was not the only one to feel this way, no other Feijun felt the same way.

All Feijun were overwhelmed with guilt and miserable.

Unable to let Mo Wei's sacrifice become worthless, several flying troops rushed over and dragged Wang Ping away.

Those few Mo guards could not rescue the remnants of the flying army from the sea of ​​suffering. Facing hundreds of thousands of pursuing soldiers, a few people could not hold out for too long even on a rugged and narrow mountain road. It was only a matter of time before they were swallowed up by the crowd.

If the mantis arm is used as a chariot, will there be good results?

Mo Wei didn't know this truth, but he still pushed forward decisively.

Mowei search teams arrived one after another. In order to cover the Feijun's escape, they all made the same choice. Like moths rushing to the flame, they used their flesh and blood to compose the last movement of their lives. They left the range of Lingyuan Stream.

Later, three Mo Guard teams sacrificed their lives to cover the flying army.

Sacrificing one's life in danger and treating one's death as home.

He is worthy of being a warrior trained by Mo Zhe!

The flying army staggered forward. When a section of the mountain ridge was approaching the top of the mountain, the flying army in the front stumbled and fell to the ground. The nearby flying army rushed over to pull him up, but not only did he fail to pull his companion up, he also fell down.

, collapsed to the ground.

Like an infectious disease, the team fell one after another.

Even Wang Ping was breathing heavily with his mouth open, like a dying fish out of water.

No one wants to give up, but their bodies have reached their limits.

Several men in black robes appeared on the ridge and rushed over quickly.

A man in black robe pulled Wang Ping up from the ground and called: "Zijun!"

Wang Ping opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a familiar face: "Brother Piaomiao..."

The sounds of pursuing soldiers came closer and closer. Although the view was blocked by rocks and trees, the distance should not be too far.

Xu Piaomiao took a deep breath and said calmly: "Let's go, I'll block it."

The decision made by the leader of Mo Wei was exactly the same as the reactions of the previous teams. To be precise, Mo Wei's spirit of risking his own life for the "righteousness" in his heart was planted by Mo Wei headed by Xu Piaomiao.

Wang Ping grabbed Xu Piaomiao's sleeve and said with a sad smile: "I can't walk anymore."

Xu Piaomiao frowned and looked around, knowing in her heart that the remnants of the Fei Army could no longer run away. In this case, it would be meaningless for Mo Wei to risk his life to block the pursuers. But now that Xu Piaomiao had found Wang Ping and others, he would not sit idly by.

The Qiang people caught up and killed Fei Jun. After weighing the situation, Xu Piaomiao quickly made a decision.

"Take them away!"

Xu Piaomiao returned the sword to its sheath, carried the two seriously injured flying soldiers on his shoulders, and climbed towards the top of the mountain ridge like flying. Several other Mo guards followed the same example, each carrying two wounded soldiers and rushing to the top of the mountain.

He placed his soldiers on the top of the mountain and returned to pick up the others. He didn't know how many people could be rescued, and he didn't know how many people he could save.

Xu Piaomiao, who was on her second trip, planned to take Wang Ping away, but was flatly rejected by Wang Ping.

"Save them first." Wang Ping pointed to the three Jia brothers who collapsed together. Xu Piaomiao couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then she understood that these three people must be Jia Xu's family members. She nodded slightly, rushed over, picked up Jia Wan and Jia Ji, and left.

Walk.

"Everyone, get up and go up the mountain!" Wang Ping climbed up from the ground unsteadily, calling for others to leave quickly.

In any case, it is unrealistic to expect the four Mo guards to take away dozens of injured people.

Wang Ping knew very well what kind of person Xu Piaomiao was.

Once the Qiang people catch up, Xu Piaomiao will never be alone, and fighting to death is the inevitable outcome.

Wang Ping is well aware of the importance of Xu Piaomiao. Xu Piaomiao is not only the leader of Mo Wei, but also an important figure within the Mohist sect. He is currently in the stage of overseas training. If nothing unexpected happens, he is likely to take over as Mo Wei in the future.

He became the leader of the Mohist lineage and became the leader of the warrior force that protected the Mohist clan in the following decades. If Xu Piaomiao also died here, it would be a major blow to the Mohist family. Even if the Mohist family understood the righteousness, Zhulu Leader would not owe anything to the Mohist family at all.

Way to return.

Because of this, even if he was tired and dying, Wang Ping could only force himself to get up and continue on his way.

Inspired by Mo Zhe's actions and the general's words, the able flying troops tried their best to get up and staggered to the top of the mountain. Although some flying troops were still unable to get up, there were so many people who could stand up on their own, which greatly relieved the situation.

The burden of Xu Piaomiao and others.

Finally, everyone climbed to the top of the mountain, and the pursuers appeared at the foot of the mountain.

With no time to breathe, Feijun had no choice but to stumble down the mountain.

Xu Piaomiao and others carried the most seriously injured flying soldiers to the foot of the other end of the mountain, then rushed to the top of the mountain again, grabbed rocks of suitable size and threw them down. The rocks kept colliding on the narrow mountain road, constantly changing their routes, and rolling

The falling speed is getting faster and faster. Although there is no aiming point, the power is really amazing. Those Qiang people who are unfortunate enough to be hit by stones mostly have broken muscles and fractures and are bloody and bloody. The Qiang people who are not hit are also in panic all day long, and their crawling speed is greatly affected.

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But even so, it is unrealistic for a few people to stop hundreds of people from going up the mountain with rocks.
To be continued...