"Sigh..." The poor war horse wailed, staggered to a stop, and slowly fell over.
Before his horse fell to the ground, Zhe Weizhong threw off his stirrup and jumped down. Before his feet could even touch the ground, more arrows followed the path of the dynasty and hit him like hailstones.
"Protect the Judge——"
"Judge, be careful!"
Zhe Weizhong's soldiers roared and sped up, using their mounts and their bodies to shield him from the flying arrows. In the blink of an eye, three of them fell off their horses one after another, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Thief, give back my brother's life!" Zhe Weizhong was angry and in pain, his eyes were red. As soon as he stood firmly on his feet, he immediately pulled over a horse that had lost its owner, turned over and jumped on, while galloping on the horse.
At the same time, he took out the riding bow and three feather arrows from under the saddle, pointed the bow in the direction of the attacker and fired.
This bow was much softer than the bow he usually used. However, it did not affect his accuracy at all.
In the blink of an eye, three feathered arrows flew to a fishing boat downstream, pushing the two gray-robed monks who were unable to dodge directly into the rolling Yellow River.
The other feathered arrow was originally aimed at a yellow-robed monk. However, the latter was well prepared and retracted his body into the canopy of the boat first, never to show his head again.
"Brother Zhe, be careful! There are many monks on board! There are two more ships behind!" Han Qing could not catch up with the horse on foot, and was not worried about Zhe Weizhong's safety, so he could only run faster and raise his voice to remind him.
Although he couldn't help defeat Weizhong just now, he could clearly see the whole picture of the attacker.
Nearly a hundred bald monks took three fishing boats and sailed down the north bank of the Yellow River.
Most of the monks wore gray robes. Only the one who was the first to make a chime to guide the other monks and retracted his body back into the canopy of the boat wore a yellow robe and an extra red cassock.
"You continue to chase the saints and saints of the Red Lotus Sect. These bald donkeys are not serious monks, but believers of the Maitreya Sect!" Zhe Weizhong's voice soon came over, making Han Qing's eyes suddenly clear.
As early as a few months ago, when Zhe Weizhong introduced the situation to him and Li Jihe, he mentioned that the situation on the East and West Roads in Hebei and the Military Road in Yongxing was similar. There was a group of believers who claimed to be the "Maitreya Sect".
They wantonly infiltrated into local governments and colluded with corrupt officials to commit lawlessness.
At that time, Kou Zhun had doubts that the Red Lotus Sect, the Maitreya Sect, and the Chunyang Sect, which was popular in Jingdong and Lianghuai, were actually "one family", but they were under different banners.
Now it seems that Kou Zhun's speculation at that time may have come true!
"Brother-in-law, get in the car. The carriage can block cold arrows!" Before he could think more, Dou Sha's call came from behind him again. But the little guy was worried that he would be injured, so he forced Liu Er, the coachman, to rush
The carriage caught up with him.
"Yeah!" Han Qing was out of breath while running, so he obeyed the advice decisively and jumped onto the carriage. Then, while instructing the coachman to continue taking him to chase Ye Qinglian, he stood at the entrance of the carriage and faced the folding carriage.
Wei Zhong looked around.
In just a few breaths, the latter had already joined up with the other soldiers from Kaifeng Prefecture who were riding their horses. They galloped towards the river beach while drawing their bows to fight back.
The horse's back was bumpy, and except for generals like Zhe Weizhong, who had been trained in riding and shooting since childhood, it was difficult for others to ensure the accuracy of their arrows.
The fishing boats on the river were also pushed up and down by the current. The bald heads on the boat, except for the one in the yellow robe who was hiding, could not guarantee the accuracy of their arrows.
Both sides invariably adopted the coverage tactic of relying on the number of arrows to make up for the lack of accuracy. They also invariably used the movement speed of war horses and ships to avoid the arrows fired by the opponent. As a result, whichever side has more people will be the last.
will gain the upper hand.
Not long after, on the deck of the first fishing boat going down the river, there was no longer a gray robe standing on the deck. The Maitreya believers on the boat either died from the arrows or got back into the canopy of the boat.
, and never showed his head again.
Hateful of the sneak attack by this group of people, Zhe Weizhong immediately led his brothers, adjusted the target, and fired arrows at the second fishing boat that came down smoothly. In the blink of an eye, he shot the gray-robed monk on it, causing heavy casualties.
Realizing that the overall situation on his side was decided, Han Qing no longer cared about whether the third fishing boat had a chance to make a comeback. He decisively withdrew his gaze and turned to Ye Qinglian who was helping Yu Bolian escape.
From the first day they met him, the other party tried every means to harm him. There was no end to all kinds of crooked moves, slant moves, and unbelievable tricks. He and Dou Rong suffered a lot, not to mention a few more.
Du was forced to the edge of life and death.
Just over half a month ago, Ye Qinglian organized an assassination attempt against him. Although it was unsuccessful, his savior Bai Ze was injured.
Therefore, now that Ye Qinglian and her master have become lost dogs, Han Qing will never show mercy just because they are both women. On the contrary, killing her while she is sick is the best choice in Han Qing's eyes.
"Dog officer, die!" Hearing the sound of the carriage getting closer and closer behind him, Ye Qinglian suddenly put down her master and turned around with a poison dart.
She called "dog officer", but the direction in which she sent the dart was the driver Liu Er in front of the carriage. The latter screamed in fright, dropped the rope, and hid behind the horse's butt.
"Bang!" The poison dart flew over Liu Er's head and hit the carriage, piercing half an inch into the wood.
The carriage shook and the body began to tilt. The draft horse pulling the carriage could not get Liu Er's instructions in time and changed its direction on its own, away from the river.
"Be careful!" Fortunately, Han Qing reacted quickly enough, and when she was fleeing with Dou Rong, she rushed over the carriage. She jumped from the carriage to the shaft in time and pulled the rope, thus avoiding a car crash.
accident.
Taking advantage of his efforts to control the carriage, Ye Qinglian once again supported her master Yu Bolian, turned around and ran into the river. Stepping on large and small pebbles, she ran towards the turbid and cold water with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
"Brother-in-law, shoot her with an arrow. The arrow is faster than the carriage!" In Dou Sha's heart, he hated Ye Qinglian who had made his sister seriously ill no less than Han Qing. He grabbed a bow and a pot of arrows from the carriage,
Passed it to Han Qing.
Liu Er, the coachman, was just about to recover from his shock. With a red face, he took over the reins again and drove his mount closer to the river again.
Han Qing took the bow without hesitation, fully pulled the string, and shot an arrow towards Ye Qinglian's back. However, his accuracy in shooting was far inferior to his marksmanship. The arrow missed the opponent at least four feet away.
, splashing a bunch of water on the river in vain.
When he was hunting in the past, he often shot incorrectly, so he was not discouraged. He continued to draw his bow and arrows, and shot arrow after arrow at the opponent. He would not give up until the arrow pot was empty.
Ye Qinglian's feet had already entered the shallow water of the river, and her movements were greatly affected. With her master still on her shoulders, she was even more difficult to walk.
She heard the feather arrows whizzing past her, each one getting closer to her. She immediately panicked. Her feet slipped accidentally, and with a "plop", she and her master fell waist deep.
in the river.
Han Qing was overjoyed when he saw this. He jumped out of the carriage and chased him to the river. He drew his bow and shot again. This time there was no bump in the carriage, and his accuracy immediately improved significantly.
The first arrow hit the water half a foot away from Ye Qinglian.
The second arrow flew past the opponent's arm, bringing up a string of blood beads.
The third arrow was more accurate, going straight to the back of the opponent's heart.
He was about to kill this woman with an arrow, but unexpectedly, the middle-aged shrew suddenly stood up from the water, and threw herself behind Ye Qinglian.
"Poof!" The arrow that was supposed to hit Ye Qinglian's back heart hit the middle-aged shrew Yu Bolian's shoulder and penetrated several inches.
"Master——" Ye Qinglian was shocked and cried, hugging Yu Bolian's body.
The latter suddenly gained strength and struggled to knock Ye Qinglian sideways with his other shoulder. Then, he took half a step across again, opened his arms, and firmly protected Ye Qinglian behind him like an old hen.
Han Qing had already stretched the bow arm like a half-moon. However, the moment he released the bow string, a sourness suddenly surged in his heart.
It's not because of the remnant soul causing trouble.
The remnant soul had long since become one with his soul.
This time, it was entirely because of himself.
The arrow tilted and flew past Yu Bolian's head, once again raising a string of water splashes on the river.
The arrow pot was not empty, but there were still arrows left. Han Qing hesitantly took out one, flicked his fingers a few times, and finally gritted his teeth and put it on the bow arm.
"Master——" Before he could fully draw the bow arm, Ye Qinglian suddenly let out another scream. He picked up the semi-conscious middle-aged shrew by the waist, ran forward for a few steps, and then plunged her head into the air.
