Everyone suddenly felt their eyes burning, and then there was a burning pain. Their eyes were blurry, and they couldn't see anything clearly.
Everyone covered their eyes and howled in pain, and for a while the mountains were filled with mournful sounds.
Ling Ang did not move forward, but stopped to find a tree, then took out the white powder in his arms and hung it on a branch.
He took out his gun and shot the horse in the leg. The horse was stimulated and continued to run forward, while the blood from the leg flowed all over the mountain road.
Ling Ang secretly hid in the grass on the mountainside, waiting for Zuo An to chase him.
After a while, Zuo An and his men chased after him. By this time, the smoke had completely dissipated.
She saw the people in front of her covering their eyes and whining in pain, and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't know what Ling Ang has spread. We can't see it now."
Zuo An gritted his teeth, a strong anger welling up in his heart.
She saw the road in front of her was dripping with blood, and knew that Ling Ang must have fled forward. She thought about it for a moment, and ordered to the person behind her: "Follow me."
The people behind him took the lead and quickly chased after him.
However, Zuo An did not chase after him, but quietly observed the situation ahead.
Because she knew that Ling Ang was a very smart man who was often hard to guard against, she did not dare to chase after him rashly.
Ling Ang, who was hiding in the grass, saw that Zuo An had not fallen into the trap and just let his men chase him. He did not knock down the bag of powder to avoid exposing his information.
Zuo An was guarding here, and Ling Ang could not advance or retreat, so he could only quietly hide in the grass and react accordingly.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Zuo An remained where he was without making any movement.
Ling Ang was anxious in his heart. If this continued, the men who had just chased him would come back soon, and it would be even more difficult for him to escape. Now there were only a few people left around Zuo An. It might be easier for him to escape from the scene if he took action at this time.
a little.
He quietly picked up his gun and shot their horses indiscriminately.
The horses of Zuo An and others were hit, and the pain caused the horses to flip wildly, jump and throw, and collide randomly on the road.
Although the people on the horses kept tightening their reins, the horses lost their minds in panic and kept jumping, and soon they were thrown to the ground.
They were thrown to the ground and tried to get up quickly, but the horses present were frightened and kept jumping.
A few people could only roll on the ground to avoid being trampled by the horses.
Ling Ang saw the opportunity coming and quietly shot at the people on the ground.
Before Zuo An could avoid being trampled by the horse's hooves, he saw another bullet flying and felt anxious.
The horse was frightened by the gunfire, and became even more restless, thrashing around, and the scene was in chaos.
Ling Ang knew that the best time to deal with Zuo An had come, so he stood up and shot at Zuo An.
However, because there were too many horses at the scene, which blocked his view, he could only shoot based on his feeling.
Zuo An could only keep rolling on the ground to avoid the flying bullets.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Oh no, she had been shot.
Ling Ang was about to take advantage of the situation and strike, but he didn't know that the group of people who had just been chasing him had come back and started sweeping at him.
He had no choice but to hide back in the grass. Fortunately, the grass and trees here were as tall as a man's and could cover him well.
The opponent fired desperately at the bushes where he was invisible, and bullets flew over like raindrops.