Chapter 1: Life and Death in the Ghostly Desert (1)
Blood splashed on Saffron's hand again, like hot acid rain, stinging like burning. He subconsciously screamed and reached out to hug the black baboon to prevent him from falling off the saddle.
"Lao San" Guofeng roared shrilly, slowing down the horse.
"I...can't die...leave me alone." The black baboon's face was pale. He grabbed the rope with one hand and groped for the medicine in his arms with the other hand. A large amount of blood poured out from his left rib, which was sticky and covered with blood.
Red flower palm.
The horses were still jolting and galloping, and the blood was pouring out more and more. Saffron looked blankly towards the direction of the arrow, only seeing clumps of thick bushes that merged with the shadows. He knew that Gordon was there, and this
It's his crossbow
It turns out that the uncle is really a horse thief...
"How could it be red hair?" Artest suddenly stood up and appeared from behind the bush. He looked at Crocus with a surprised look on his face. The latter also saw the standing figure of the barbarian boy. The two met their eyes and followed the Mercedes-Benz.
The horses are staggered.
Tracy quickly pulled Artest down.
There was a sound of breaking wind, and the second arrow shot down the horse thief behind. A gust of wind suddenly tightened the reins, turned the horse's head, and tried to rush towards the bushes diagonally opposite.
The third arrow shot out of the string and hit the black baboon. A gust of wind had to stop, and the sleeves of the robe were flung out, blowing towards the arrow. With a "Crack" sound, although the crossbow arrow was caught, the strong impact still tore it apart.
The sleeves flew sideways crookedly.
The fourth arrow was still shot at the black baboon. A gust of wind could only give up the idea of counterattack and drove the horse to follow the black baboon, blocking the arrow for him and not daring to leave.
The fifth arrow immediately changed its target, and another horse thief fell from his horse. The horse thieves drew their bows and fired back, and the rain of arrows was either blocked by bushes or intercepted by Artest and Tracy.
With a "plop" sound, the horse thief at the end of the team suddenly rolled to the ground, with a bloody hole in his waist. A black figure emerged from the horse's belly, turned over on the horse, and it was Freckles.
He had climbed up the city wall before, then jumped off the other side, and caught up with the horse thief using his family's secret skill "Hundred Steps of Divine Movement".
The horse thief's attention was diverted by Gordon, and he did not notice anything unusual. Freckles whipped his horse, trying to catch up with the rider in front of him, but he was not good at riding, and instead kept the distance away.
Gordon's sixth arrow killed another person, but it aroused the ferocity of the horse thieves. Many people turned around with their swords, desperately trying to kill them.
Pressing the saddle with his palm, Freckles jumped out in the air and kicked away the horse thief in front of him. At the same time, he landed on the horse's back and brandished densely packed hidden weapons with both hands. Several horse thieves around him screamed and fell down, and the neighing sound of the horses could not be heard.
"There are enemies behind, too." "It's that freckle." The horse thief hurriedly rode back to defend, and there was a brief commotion. At this time, a cloud of dust rose again at the city gate, and hundreds of Black Eagle cavalry rushed out of the city gate, heading in the direction of the horse thief.
Chase after.
"Freckles is here too. Artest, you cooperate with him." Gordon glanced at the Black Hawk Cavalry in the distance, drew the seventh arrow, and aimed at the horse thief without firing.
Artest grabbed the mace, got on his horse, and rushed straight to the rear of the group of horse thieves. Tracey also jumped on the horse, holding on to the rope, ready to charge at any time.
"No love fighting, let me go," Gust Wind roared, protecting the black baboon and continuing to run forward. A group of professional killers of unknown origins, coupled with a large group of people from the Black Eagle tribe, the horse thieves had no chance of winning, let alone the black baboon.
He was also seriously injured.
"Bang" Artest swung his mace and smashed a horse thief into pieces. He clamped his legs and the horse turned around nimbly and jumped forward lightly. Artest swung his mace and smashed the horse thief away.
. He immediately leaned back, the horse under his hip also stepped backwards, and a scimitar whizzed and slashed into the air from the front.
Artest hooked the horse's belly with his toes, and the horse galloped forward with all four hooves. The horse thief who wielded the sword hurriedly stepped back. With a dull clashing sound, the scimitar deformed and twisted, and the mace crashed down. The horse thief
Their heads were shattered. In just a few seconds, Artest had killed three people in a row. No one of the horse thieves could withstand the thunderous blow.
Artest's body pressed down slightly, and his mount immediately slowed down and moved briskly.
Gordon's crossbow has been following Artest, covering him at any time. The barbarian boy's talent for riding is amazing. Sometimes he bites the horse thief and runs rampant, sometimes he shuttles back and forth flexibly, swaying like a dance. The man and the horse have a tacit understanding, as if they are one body.
The scorching flames flashed, and a horse thief's neck was bleeding, and his head flew into the sky. Freckles's two swords vibrated, turning like a bird in mid-air, and flew to Atai's side.
The horse thief gave up the fight and just urged his horse to run away. The horses that fell behind were killed by Artest and Freckles. Seeing the horse thief running further and further away from the range of the crossbow, Gordon blew a whistle and the two quickly returned.
"Red Hair is being held hostage, hurry up and save him," Freckles got on the horse and shouted anxiously.
"Take hostage? No, Hong Mao took the initiative to sneak into the horse thieves' circle. I saw clearly that the black baboon was hit by an arrow just now, and Hong Mao still held him up." Gordon put away his crossbow and watched the horse thieves gradually disappear into the night.
, analyzed calmly, "Red Hair played this skill very beautifully. The black baboon was almost a useless person, and Red Hair deliberately saved him. Not only could he win the trust of the horse thief, but he could also restrain the opponent's manpower. In the end, he cooperated inside and outside to help us complete the key to assassinating Gust.
One blow."
Artest scratched his braid in confusion: "Brother, are you talking about red hair? Why does it sound weird?"
Freckles was stunned and kicked the horse's belly hard: "You perverted idiot, how can Red Hair have so many tricks? He is just a stupid idiot with a single mind."
"What if -" Tracy hesitated, looked at everyone's expressions, and said hesitantly, "What if, what if Hong Mao betrays us? What if he joins the horse thieves..."
"Impossible" Freckles and Gordon said in unison. Freckles probably thought the tone was a bit harsh and smiled at Tracy sheepishly.
"If Hong Mao surrenders to the horse thieves, he can lure us out first and let the horse thieves set up an ambush." Gordon shook his head and said to Freckles, "He can't be held hostage. You will let the hostage sit in front of you.
, or the back that can’t be seen with the eyes?”
Artai said: "Won't we know when we catch up?"
"Let the Black Hawk men go first, and we can follow behind." Gordon made a silent gesture, and everyone pulled their horses and squatted down. The sound of hoofbeats came from far and near, and the Black Hawk cavalry galloped past.
Several people even glanced in the direction of the bushes.
"They seem to have discovered us." Artest whispered.
"So what?" Freckles snorted, "They can only chase the horse thieves to prevent them from venting their anger by attacking the women and children in the tribe."
"Black Hawk's women and children are not easy to mess with." Sinbad moved the monocular lookout in his hand and saw many tents shaking slightly, revealing gaps, which reflected the metallic luster of knives, swords, and bows and arrows.
"Who is this little brat?" Freckles curled his lips.
"Sinbad, a very useful helper." Gordon replied, he stood up and mounted his horse, turned his head and took a deep look at Crescent City, "Let's go, I believe it won't take long for the leopard to follow."