How could the ambushing Song army be the opponent of these masters? They originally thought they were just a few ordinary Mongolian spies, but now they were kicked to pieces.
The leader of the team, the greedy team leader, dropped his long knife and ran away.
A red figure flashed past, as gorgeous as a colorful red light.
Captain Tan Gong slowly raised his head and saw a pair of Shura-like eyes. The light brown pupils glowed with a bloodthirsty red light, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was even more frightening. "I...I...
..." The captain opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but he couldn't come up with a complete sentence. His legs were weak and he knelt on the ground, and he started to buckle his head in a daze.
Hu Gechi looked at him with disdain. People in the Southern Song Dynasty were like this. They had the courage to set up an ambush but not the courage to die. He slowly looked at Wu Enqi not far away and said, "Leave this person to you."
Wu Enqi hurriedly came over and raised the knife in his hand. When the knife fell from his hand, a stream of blood spurted out.
The ground after yesterday's rain was covered in mud, and blood falling on it immediately formed a strange scene.
Hu Gechi strode back to a horse, held the reins and turned over lightly before sitting on the horse. The attendants quickly dealt with the ambush, but saw Hu Gechi galloping away on a fast horse. At that position,
It was the town I had just left not long ago.
The three white-faced middle-aged people had just left the city when they saw a red horse riding in the distance. The man on the horse was dressed in Han Chinese robes, and the dazzling red color was eye-catching. His hair was tied up with a white jade hollow feather crown, and his face had a hard look.
Lines, long eyebrows like swords, and eyes glowing with murderous red light.
The white-faced middle-aged man ran away as soon as he saw it, and the two people beside him were even more frightened.
He was poisoned, and there were more than 20 Song soldiers ambushing him. With such a plan, how come he wasn't dead yet?
Brother Hu held the reins with his bare hands, even though his body was raised more than ten feet tall, his toes touched the horse's back and shot towards the city gate like an arrow from the string. He pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and the sharp blade emitted an invisible cold air in the sun.
.
People going to and from the city gate only thought that it was a stunningly beautiful man flying around. Then he turned around, and his red clothes were as bright and dazzling as a strong flame. He did not fall to the ground, but just kicked the motionless man standing next to him without landing.
The scarred man's body flew up like a light red bird, leaving a red light in everyone's sight, and landed steadily back on the horse that had just stopped.
All this was done in an instant. Passers-by by the city gate stared blankly at the red coat flying, and then blankly watched the horse neighing and galloping away with its front hooves rising.
It was quiet in front of the city gate, and it took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses.
A passing scholar walked up to the three people standing in front of the city gate, stretched out his hand and patted the scarred man gently, "Hey, brother, who was that person just now?"
Before he finished speaking, he felt the big man next to him fall straight down, a stream of blood flowing from his neck, and a drop of blood slowly dripping onto the ground.
The scholar's face instantly turned pale, and his black pupils gradually expanded due to fear. His whole body trembled, "Dead...dead...dead." A scream attracted everyone's attention.
The people who were curious to watch all around quickly gathered around. Unexpectedly, the person who was trying to run just now was slightly touched by someone passing by. His body suddenly fell to the ground, his head rolled down, his eyes widened, and his neck
Wherever blood spurted out.
"This... this... this... this... is also... dead... dead!"