This scene was beyond the expectations of everyone present.
Those Qiang soldiers did not come back to their senses for a while. After all, this was a fragrant feast, so why did blood suddenly flow all over the ground?
The pressure on the warrior suddenly decreased, and the warrior's advantage suddenly appeared again, slashing like the wind with his sword, killing and wounding three more people.
"What kind of sword do I have? May I ask the name of this warrior?" This warrior was about forty or fifty years old. He was quite capable. He noticed a bloody warrior coming behind him without turning around.
"Yuantai!" Yan Yun didn't want to reveal his true name. Once the Qiang people found out that he was here, due to the deep hatred between the two parties, the Qiang people originally planned to use only three points of force, but they would also use ten points. It was probably him
Subconsciously, he felt that Yuantai's tiger-man appearance suited his taste, so he casually reported the name.
Yan Yun knew in his heart that the only way to pass through this section of the road was to move quickly. Therefore, while he was answering, he kept walking and swept the bamboo pole across to open a passage among the Qiang soldiers in front.
But after all, the bamboo pole was not as effective as the spear, and it was very awkward to swing. Although it knocked people down, it was not fatal, and the pole soon broke under his vigorous lifting of arms.
Fortunately, He Yidao, a warrior, was there, just like chopping vegetables, stabbing the Qiang soldier's vitals on the ground, specializing in finishing the blow.
"Pick up the knife and follow me!" Yan Yun shouted.
There was another person between Yan Yun and He Yidao, it was the young woman. She never dreamed that she would catch a fierce man when she was at a loss. When she found out that this man could bring her safety
Even if her heart trembled with fear when the blood spattered, she followed him without leaving. When Yan Yun's shout came, she seemed to have a clear understanding of it, and she courageously picked it up from the corpse of the Qiang soldier lying on the ground.
A scimitar.
"Let's go!" Yan Yun shouted like a military order on the battlefield, not angry but confident.
No matter it was He Yidao or the four men and two women at the rear, they all gathered together quickly, but the six people at the rear were finally a step too late. The route was blocked by the Qiang soldiers, making it difficult to approach them for a while.
Yan Yun danced the broken bamboo pole, crackling and beating at the Qiang soldiers, and was invincible. Those who touched them all howled repeatedly, and hurriedly avoided them in pain.
As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong. The Qiang soldiers who gathered around were carrying scimitars, and the length of the bamboo pole was far superior. This broken bamboo pole also had an unexpected effect. The split bamboo strips were covered with burrs, like
Yan Yun just slapped thorns on people's faces again, beating them until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they couldn't see anything.
"There's a big eagle!" The Qiang corps leader who was rushing ahead lost all his lust and screamed like crazy.
The so-called big eagle is a term used by the Qiang people on the grassland. It means that the huge eagle hunts the sheep and needs to be dealt with carefully. It also indicates that Yanyun is a threat and cannot be ignored.
This shout also brought bad luck to the corps leader. A thorn hit his face. He covered his bloody face and fell down among the rocks.
This sudden change naturally attracted the attention of the centurion. He bent his bow and arrow, and first shot at the four men behind him, killing one of them immediately.
"Daddy!" The two girls at the back exclaimed in shock.
This warrior He Yidao turned out to be the father of the two girls.
"I will fight with you!" He Yidao shouted angrily, regardless of his own safety, and slashed at the Qiang soldiers blocking the two women.
As a result, Yan Yun was under great pressure, but he remained calm and held the long bamboo pole with his right arm. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and said, "Give me the knife!"
The young woman was like a follower who came and went at a moment's notice, holding a scimitar in both hands and sending it to Yan Yun. But after all, she was panicked and couldn't step on her feet. She fell forward and hugged her from behind.
Only Yan Yun's waist stabilized his figure.
"Bitch! Do you still want shame?" He Yidao had already joined the three men and two women behind him and was about to charge forward to kill him. He suddenly saw this scene and couldn't help but scold him.
He Yidao's scolding was unreasonable and indiscriminate. At this critical moment of life and death, life-saving was the top priority. No one could have romantic thoughts at this stall.
"Sir, I didn't mean to do it..." The young woman hurriedly distanced herself from Yan Yun.
It can be seen from this that the fleeing team is somehow involved with He Yidao, but it is unknown what the relationship between this young woman and He Yidao is.
"Listen, as soon as you get the chance, go find the boat, cut the rope and leave first!" Yan Yun had no time to take care of the turbulent family affairs of the He Yidao family. He just needed someone to help him escape from the siege.
call out--
Suddenly, an arrow pierced Yan Yun's cheek. Fortunately, he turned his head quickly, but it still left a trace of blood on his face.
Yan Yun finally captured this centurion from the crowd of heads. He knew that if he wanted to weaken the enemy's spirit, he had to kill this man.
"Seeking death!" Yan Yun was furious, spinning his body, and using the force of his cloak, he unleashed his anger in the direction of the centurion.
The young woman finally remembered Yan Yun's instructions, saw an opening in front of her, and silently ran towards the waterside where the ship was moored.
She was a woman, so the Qiang people's eyes were naturally fixed on her when they were idle. Now during a physical fight, the Qiang people would not notice her.
Yan Yun's rush was like mercury pouring down the ground, penetrating every hole, but wherever the bamboo pole touched, a group of Qiang soldiers were knocked away one after another.
The centurion turned pale with fright. He quickly threw away his bow and arrow, and prepared for a hand-to-hand encounter with the scimitar at his waist. But just as his hand touched the handle of the knife, the bamboo strips in front of the bamboo pole were quickly drawn from bottom to top.
There was a snap.
At the moment when the head of the bamboo pole came into contact with the centurion's jaw, the bamboo strips were broken one after another, and the middle part of the bamboo pole was also bent, but it was completely useless.
Yan Yun had no reservations about this attack, just to destroy this centurion in one fell swoop and make the Qiang people lose their command.
The centurion's armor-clad body could not withstand the force of the blow. He was lifted off the ground, his head was thrown backwards, and he did a 360-degree somersault before landing suddenly on the ground.
This blow indeed achieved the effect Yan Yun expected. When the Qiang soldiers around him saw that their leader was knocked down as soon as they met him, they immediately panicked and quickly retreated.
Yan Yun was unwilling to fight. He took off the wooden shield from his back with his left hand and ran quickly in the direction of the young woman with the scimitar in his right hand.
At this time, the young woman had arrived at the water's edge. She probably didn't know the nature of water, so she hesitated as she looked at the row of boats rippling in the waves.
"Get into the water!" Yan Yun shouted.
The young woman was startled, and finally she had the courage to throw herself into the Yellow River.
The water was cold at night, and she was shivering from the cold. Fortunately, the water was not deep. Although it was not easy to wade through the water, she still managed to walk to a small boat on the outermost edge.
Just when she was about to climb into the boat, Yan Yun's fierce shout came again!
"Cut the rope and don't get on board!"
At this time, the centurion also woke up from his dizziness. He had suffered such a big loss and was so disgraced that he could no longer care about women.
"Set the arrows! Shoot the arrows! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!" The centurion's gums were bleeding, his face was terrifying, and he was shouting like crazy.
The martial artist and the man and woman beside him were not immune to the random attacks of arrows. Their bodies were filled with arrows, like hedgehogs, and they were suddenly bleeding profusely.
"Let it go again!" the centurion roared hysterically.
Then, a group of Qiang archers changed their direction and shot straight at Yan Yun and the young woman.
