Mo Qianlan's chest felt like it was burning, but he kept moving forward. He tightly grasped Mo Lingfeng's right hand with his left hand, and at the same time ordered Nomad Qing: "No one is allowed to come near."
Nomad Qing and Yin Bei immediately understood - anyone who comes close to them, regardless of friend or foe, will be killed.
Nomad Qing raised his hand and struck at the golden captive in front of him with his sword. The golden captive bent down to dodge, so he stretched out his foot and kicked the golden captive to the ground, flying into the air and throwing him four or five steps away.
Zhong Jiaqing was raising his sword to kill the enemy when he suddenly caught sight of Nomad Qing's magical kick. He immediately cursed in his heart: "You bastard, you're hiding very deep!"
The Mo family guards were separated on both sides. They were no match for the Jinlu. They fought their way out, and finally only Nomad Qing and Yin Bei were left. They sent the brother and sister out of Zhangjiabao, through the forest of knives and arrows, and headed straight for the Hengshan mountain road.
Yin Nan rode back and ran straight to Mo Lingfeng. He rolled off the saddle and followed her without leaving.
There was no Jinlu on the mountain road, so Yin Bei immediately squatted down, put Mo Qianlan on his back, and continued to evacuate upwards.
After walking out for about ten steps, Mo Qianlan still didn't see Zhao Shiheng. He felt uneasy and feared that the sword had no eyes, so he said to Yin Bei: "Stand, wait."
The water bag arrived in Mo Lingfeng's hands at some point. Mo Lingfeng held the water bag in one hand and took the opportunity to pour tons of sugar water into her stomach. She drank every drop of it. She threw away the water bag, wiped her mouth, and looked down.
Below, blood and flesh were flying everywhere, broken limbs were scattered, and blood was spread out in large areas. Amidst the chaos, she saw Zhao Shiheng.
Behind Zhao Shiheng, Feng Fan led dozens of people to protect Zhang Chongfeng and Cao Chishi and fight their way out to Hengshan.
"Nomad Lord, guard your brother," Mo Lingfeng ran straight down and shouted, "Uncle!"
Mo Qianlan didn't know if the people led by Feng Fan were safe, and it was too late to get Nomad Qing down, so she suddenly became anxious.
Fortunately, Yin Nan followed closely, and Mo Lingfeng also stretched out his arm and grabbed Zhao Shiheng.
"Uncle," she said with sweaty palms, dragging Zhao Shiheng up a slope, "quickly."
Zhao Shiheng breathed heavily, stretched out his left leg, and reached Mo Lingfeng: "You are older."
Without saying a word, a whistling sound suddenly came from their side. It was the heavy breaking sound of the wind when the hard crossbow was fired. It passed through the bushes with branches on Mo Lingfeng's right and ran straight over.
Yin Nan's expression changed, and he threw the long knife in his hand. Nomad Qing watched Yin Nan's strength from above, and immediately bent down to pick up a round stone from the ground and held it in his hand.
Before he could take action, there was a "bang" sound, and the long sword met the heavy arrow. The blade immediately broke in half. The crossbow was slightly weakened by the force of the sword, and its direction deviated slightly, still heading towards Mo Lingfeng.
Nomad Qing struck out the boulder in his hand with all his strength, and deflected the crossbow arrow again. The arrow made a "click" sound and broke in response. The arrow still jumped forward about ten steps, passed Feng Fan's face, and was nailed to the tree trunk.
superior.
Feng Fan felt a burning pain on his face and blood dripping down his face. He was about to reach out and touch it when he suddenly saw another cold light in the woods, shooting in the direction of Mo Qianlan. He was caught by Nomad Qing
Cut it down with one knife.
After a bit of cold light, several more crossbow arrows came one after another, this time from both the left and right sides. Even Feng Fan and his party were not spared.
In an instant, they had fallen into a near-death situation.
Feng Fan didn't have time to think too much. He asked Cao Zhibin and others to run quickly, and waved his sword to block the arrows. Mo Lingfeng was sweating like rain, dragging Zhao Shiheng up with his right hand.
Yin Bei put down Mo Qianlan and guarded him with Nomad Qing. Mo Qianlan saw that Yin Nan was helpless and unable to resist. His liver and gallbladder were broken. He couldn't say a whole sentence. He just stared ahead and let Nomad
Qing and Yin Bei said, "Go quickly."
Yin Bei did not dare to leave Mo Qianlan, but Nomad Qing jumped up to kill the crossbowman ambushing on the left.
Mo Qianlan's eyes were bloodshot as she watched Mo Lingfeng holding Zhao Shiheng with his left hand as he walked forward with difficulty. When he was almost in front of him, his long right hand stretched out to hold him and escape together.
"elder brother……"
At this moment, another cold light came, and Mo Qianlan's breath froze in his throat for a moment. He didn't even notice an arrow running towards him, and just watched the cold light approaching Mo Lingfeng.
"Auntie!"
There was a loud "dang" sound in his ears. It was Yin Bei who shot down the arrow on his side. Then he saw Zhao Shiheng suddenly pounced on Mo Lingfeng's back, blocking Mo Lingfeng's back.
In the blink of an eye, the crossbow arrow whirled into Zhao Shiheng's back, and blood leaked out from his shirt, and soon it was dripping everywhere.
The arrow on the left has stopped, but on the right it still hasn't slowed down. Yin Bei said sharply: "Anan, go to the right and kill the crossbowman! I'll hold it here!"
Yin Nan immediately jumped to the right, while Yin Bei held his sword in front of the Mo brothers and sisters. Seeing Nomad Qing returning with the sword, he tightly protected the Mo brothers and sisters in front of him, using his body as a shield to support them out of the ambush.
Soon, Yin Nan returned from killing the crossbowman, his left arm dripping with blood, and the menacing crossbow arrows finally stopped. The fighting at the bottom of the mountain had not stopped, but the mountain had fallen into a dead silence.
"Uncle!" Mo Lingfeng looked at Zhao Shiheng who was lying on the ground and yelled. Mo Qianlan also heard a "buzz" in his head and couldn't stand still.
Mo Qianlan managed to support himself: "Go to Hengshan Fort! Treat the injury!"
Nomad Qing carried Zhao Shiheng on his back and rushed up with all his strength. Behind him was blood on the ground. There were corpses lying in the woods and on the mountain road. Only he and Zhang Chongfeng were left alive in Feng Fan and his party, supporting each other.
Holding on, he ran upwards like he had no life left.
There is no military doctor in Hengshan Fort, only some ordinary wound medicine, and there are not even many people.
After the students warned, the eunuchs quickly took them away. The students clamored to serve the country with loyalty, but the edicts were very self-aware - the powerless scholars went to the battlefield and not only could they not fight bravely to kill the enemy.
It will also scare the shit out of you and cause trouble to the soldiers.
When the soldiers guarding the mountain in Hengshan Fort saw Mo Qianlan and his party, they quickly opened the door and rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find medicine for wounds.
Nomad Qing kicked open the door of a room, quickly walked to the bed with Zhao Shiheng on his back, laid him down on the bed, and then there was nothing he could do.
The ambush crossbowman used an arm crossbow, and the arrow penetrated very deep, almost passing through Zhao Shiheng's chest.
Mo Qianlan's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. He spoke in a calm tone to prevent himself from trembling. He knelt down beside the bed and wiped the blood on Zhao Shiheng's lips with trembling hands: "Shiheng, it's okay, I'll go right now."
Call Li Yitie, Yin Bei!"
"No need, it's already like this, I can't survive," Zhao Shiheng also took a deep breath, "This is retribution."
He planned the Jeju incident, harmed countless people, disrupted the peace talks, and caused chaos at the border. I don’t know how many people have to be buried here, so this is retribution.
His vision was hazy, but he could still see the panicked Mo Lingfeng.
The little mouse-like baby has grown to this size.