"It will be dawn in an hour at most. Fortunately, with the clouds blocking us, we won't be overtaken by the minions behind us."
Yu Cheng, the owner of Yanyulou, tore off a strip of cloth from his blouse and tied it to his bleeding forearm. He bit the back of the knife in his mouth, so his words were a little unclear.
Qian Erye, who was leaning against a dwarf pine like him, also inspected the wounds on his body. There were more than a dozen large and small wounds, but none of them hurt the muscles and bones, so they did not affect his strength. He glanced at some of the wounds on his body after running around and fighting.
The step belt was tied into a tight knot.
There was a shadowy figure only two hundred steps behind them, and the rocket-firing marksman failed to bite the fleeing five-story and six-story warriors.
Several marksmen looked at the leader among them. Unlike the numerous crossbowmen, they all had horses to ride on.
The range of the horse bow is not as good as that of the foot bow, or even as powerful as Yao's standard crossbow. However, good selection of materials and sophisticated craftsmanship can allow the horse bow, which is inherently disadvantaged, to break through armor in a hundred steps in the hands of a skilled archer.
The crossbowmen were all disciples from outside Songfeng Mountain, but they were the sharpshooters selected from Dayao's Jiangzhou army. They had been secretly stationed at the gate of Songji Mountain for half a year. How could they disobey General Jiangzhou's orders?
reason?
Besides, the mountain master of Jiangzhou Jianghu sect spends generously, and they are all treated well on the mountain, so it is only natural for them to do something now.
The leader of the Cavalry Commander in the army pondered for a moment. There had been no fighting in Jiangzhou for a long time. As a Cavalry Commander, he was unfamiliar with fighting in battle formations, and he had some experience in encircling and suppressing warriors.
Regardless of the level of the realm, apart from the physical strength, what a martial artist relies on is the breath in the body. No matter how high the realm is, the martial artist must breathe. This is the first lesson gained since Dayao's army reorganized the world. Breathing.
Sometimes, as long as the state is not almost otherworldly and can do whatever you want without leaving any trace, there will be flaws, big or small.
When warriors are fighting, whichever side takes the breath first often means that the level is not as good as the other side. Without some unreasonable means, defeat is a sure thing.
Yao could not escape the pursuit of warriors from the martial arts world, but he could not escape from it. He first used rain of arrows to consume them, and then used elite soldiers or hawks and dogs recruited from the martial arts community to mix with the large number of infantry and wait for the opportunity.
This pine forest is only a hundred acres, and there are two hundred disciples in Songfeng Mountain. Even if they dig three feet into the ground, these two people can dig it out. Thinking of this, the Cavalry Commander said to these people: "Send the order, Pine Tree Forest."
Fengshan disciples, in a team of five, will start searching. If there is any abnormality, the two teams nearby will go up to help hold it back, and then thousands of arrows will be fired..."
He recalled the deeds of chasing down famous figures from Linzhou, and smiled proudly: "A six-story martial artist was shot into a hedgehog."
The cavalry captain had already forgotten the dozens of lives lost by his colleagues before the warrior was exhausted.
The two hundred or so disciples from outside the mountain in Songfeng Mountain had obviously been ordered by the mountain before, and the riding captain followed the order, so they all took their places without even having a cup of tea.
"Master Captain." One of the people hit by the magic shot rode closer and whispered to the riding captain, "Most of the torches carried by these disciples of Songfeng Mountain only have one or two left. If we drag it on any longer, I'm afraid we won't be able to wait."
By daybreak, we will have to darken our eyes and let them run away."
"This..." The cavalry captain hesitated for a moment and then shook his head, "One is a five-story man and the other is a six-story man. They are the ones who take the heads of all the troops. They seek stability in everything."
After that, he shouted at the slowly advancing Songfeng Mountain crossbowmen: "Faster! Don't let the thieves from Yanyu Tower escape!"
Yu Cheng and Qian Er Ye, who also heard the roar, quietly moved their positions, moving their originally somewhat offset hiding place dozens of steps closer to where the roar came from.
This pine forest grows quite densely, and the pine needles on the ground are thick and difficult to walk. However, it is a common thing for those who have been riding horses on Songfeng Mountain since they were young. Therefore, the captain saw those who were approaching.
The disciples of Songfeng Mountain, who were trudging along the pine needles up to their knees, became a little anxious, and they couldn't bear the habit of swearing developed in the military:
"Damn it, all the old ladies are virtuous. Try it a little slower and see if I don't whip the whip and make you cry father and mother."
In Songfeng Mountain, which is very different from the military atmosphere, even the disciples from outside the mountain gate rarely hear such almost humiliating remarks. Even though a few people blushed and tried to refute, they were forced to do so.
In front of the enemy, you can only grit your teeth and swallow it, while trying your best to pull the leg out of the pine needles.
After nearly a stick of incense, seeing that the disciples of Songfeng Mountain still could not find the two hidden Yanyulou people, the riding captain became even more anxious, and the curse words became more and more difficult to hear. He rode closer to those who tried their best.
The Songfengshan disciple who quickened his pace was hit with a riding whip on his head and face mixed with dirty words. The latter did not dare to speak and was angry. After glaring at him angrily, he received two more whips.
The originally neat formation was scattered under the whip of the riding captain. Although the other marksmen also disagreed with his move, they did not dare to step forward to dissuade him, so they could only ride their horses to follow.
Later.
Riding a horse, whipping and spitting
The captain of the flying horse noticed that the right front hoof of the horse had stepped on something hard, and doubts flashed through his mind. But then he looked under the horse, and with the light of the torch next to him, he saw a bit of coldness flashing between the thick pine needles.
Mang Sensen, but there was no time to think about it.
Qian Erye's knife cut off the horse's front hoof, and then used the force of the horse's forward motion to cut open the horse's belly. The entangled horse's intestines flowed out from the wound, and the captain's mount let out a long cry.
After hissing, he flipped him to the ground. The Cavalry Commander, who had been majestic just now, fell to the ground in a panic and before he had time to react, he was stabbed in the heart with a knife. Naturally, he lost his life.
Mr. Qian wiped off the stain on his face after being showered with horse intestines, and cut an oncoming crossbow arrow in half with one knife.
He looked at Yu Chengchu, the owner of Yanyu Tower, and saw that the same sword was used, but the sword cut off the heads of three horses. With another sword, three human corpses fell to the ground from the three horse corpses.
The crossbowmen from Songfeng Mountain gathered around cautiously, but the distance was too close and it would be easy for their crossbows to hurt their fellow disciples, so they all discarded the cocked ear crossbows and instead drew the weapons from their waists.
Mr. Qian spat into the palm of his hand and resisted the enemy back to back with Yu Cheng.
One drop, two drops, three drops and four drops of autumn rain, the torrential rain fell from the sky. In the pine forest, the two people in Yanyu Tower faced the two hundred disciples of Songfeng Mountain alone.
One against a hundred.
The vests popped open after being touched. Qian Erye and Yu Cheng were swinging their swords in the rain, and they were swinging their swords against hundreds of enemies in front of them.
The cold autumn rain mixed with the hot red blood splashed in the pine forest, making it difficult to tell whether it was blood or rain.