A group of killers shouted slogans such as "stop" and "come back", and chased them out with smoke and dust. Yun Hao actually didn't understand this kind of negative IQ performance, standing and coming back, there was no difference between half a dime and suicide. If Wang Xuanying stood up at this time, he would be deserved to be shot for five minutes.

Li Jiancheng's eyes were a little cold, and Yun Hao reluctantly returned to his camp. They have already set up the Yun family's simple tent, and the stove is lit in the house. As soon as you enter the door, it is very comfortable.

I was so flustered that I always felt that something was going to happen. But what is the matter, Yun Hao can't say. It stands to reason that a fierce general like Luo Cheng should have no problem pursuing the remnants of more than a thousand Wang Xuanying. In his memory, Luo Cheng was trapped in the silt river of Zhou Xipo and was shot to death by random arrows. But by this time it was almost winter, and even if there was silt, it had become hard and no longer sticky. Yun Hao didn't think that the mud in November could still trap people.

Xiong Kuanghai came in with rice, and it was really a pleasure to drink a bowl of hot millet porridge when it was so cold. The servants of the Yun family are intimate, and the cold steamed buns are roasted and heated over the fire. Thick millet porridge with a plate of pickles and beef jerky, Li Jiancheng's food is not so good.

Yun Hao, who was distracted, picked up the millet porridge, and just took a sip, he felt a pain in his mouth. Damn, burn your tongue.

Yun Hao didn't speak, and neither did others. Everyone can see that Hou Ye is in an extremely bad mood now. And it's very violent, and the cook who rubs his ass has a lot to say.

"Why is Yun Hou irritable?" Wei Zheng's statement was that he had been ordered by Li Jiancheng to visit Yunhou. But Yun Hao prefers to believe that the old bastard is here to eat.

"The kid didn't know, he always thought something was going to happen. But I don't know what it is. You know, that's the worst feeling. That's why the kid will pull General Luo's war horse. Yun Hao watched Wei Zheng suck the millet porridge one by one, and sighed helplessly.

"Yun Hou is Meng Lang today, that is, you. If you are a different person, your hands will not be intact. The fundamental purpose of the army besieging Yuncheng is not those rebels who ignore the dogs. It's Wang Xuanying!

You know, Wang Xuanying's sin is too great. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to capture him alive, presumably this is also Yun Hou's wish. No matter what happens, General Luo will chase down, and he must chase down. Hopefully, tomorrow we will be able to see Wang Xuanying alive or dead. Compared with the dead, the old man prefers to see the living.

Princess Pingyang Zhao went, and the Tang Dynasty and the opposition needed a punching bag. This culprit is the most suitable, otherwise the people of Hebei will suffer. The world has been in war for many years, and Hebei has been thousands of miles away without rooster crowing. The old man doesn't want to have another brutal killing, they are all descendants of China, so the shorter the days of cannibalism, the better. Wei Zheng put down the millet porridge, and his face was full of compassion.

Yun Hao stood up and bowed to Wei Zhengshen. This kind of old guy who respects human life should indeed be courteous. Eighteen roads against the king, seventy-two puffs of smoke and dust. The population of the newly established Tang Empire, which had already tossed the land of China, was only a quarter of that of the Great Sui in its heyday. The turmoil of only a few years before and after has caused tens of millions of lives to fly.

Luo Cheng's mood was as irritable as Yun Hao, and he stayed for three days. If you don't run in the morning and don't run in the evening, the big soldiers rushed to the city of Yunzhou and remembered to run. Wang Xuanying can really give himself eye medicine, and he must be captured alive to catch up with this guy. Before giving Li Jiancheng a thousand cuts, he had to give him a good beating. The kind that beats you so much that you don't even know the!

In fact, Luo Cheng's subordinates are also sleepy, but it is always better than the army that has driven three hundred miles without sleep. Chase down with his men all the way, and there is always some sporadic resistance along the way. Those who hide on the side of the road will constantly harass them with cold arrows.

When the arrow hits Luo Cheng's armor, there will always be a sound of "ooh" and "ooh". After leaving a white dot or a white mark on the armor, it either fell to the ground or didn't know where it flew.

However, the only guy with strong armor is Luo Cheng, and not everyone can have the armor of the Yun family. Light leather armor is the equipment of these light cavalry. Someone will always be hit by an arrow, and then someone in the team will shoot an arrow in the direction where the arrow came from. After all, bows and arrows in these years are not sniper rifles, and although the arrows fly fast, they can't escape people's eyes.

As the arrows fired, there were often one or two screams in the woods. When encountering a large force of resistance, there will be cavalry rushing over to sweep. In the twilight sunset, screams and beautiful blood flew together.

Luo Cheng became more and more irritable, because it was about to get dark. It's easy to catch up with a cavalry in the dark sky, but if the opponent is reduced to zero. Even if Luo Cheng has great ability, it will be difficult to arrest Wang Xuanying back. Seeing the military exploits in hand flying into the sky, everyone will be irritable.

There was another group of soldiers on the road ahead, since someone was blocking it. Then it proved that he had not followed the wrong route, and the horse lance with the wind got into the head of one of the previous horsemen, and with a shake of his hand, the head shattered in half. The gray brain, coated with a layer of golden light by the setting sun, looks very weird. The irritable Luo Cheng became very violent, and the horse lance that originally pierced the chest. Now, in addition to greeting to the head is to the neck, for a while, people are rolling on the way forward, and blood is flying.

In good conscience, the cavalry of Hebei was very difficult. These guys have been fighting with the Turks all year round, and their riding and archery skills are better than those of the government soldiers in Guanzhong. But helplessly, they were facing the silver spear Luo Cheng. A sniper team of hundreds of cavalry is like a pack of wolves meeting a lion.

Luo Cheng didn't give them any chance, and the silver spear was quickly stained red by blood. The silver-white spear tip was beaded with blood, reflecting the bewitching light in the sunlight.

In just one stick of incense, such a sniper front was broken through three times. The repeated tearing soothed the irritability in my heart, and I have to say that killing people is a good way to solve irritability, but it is difficult to implement it in general.

There was another hussar in front of him to stop him, and Luo Cheng rushed forward without thinking about waving the horse lance in his hand. People are like tigers, guns are like electricity, and horses are like dragons. Anything that stood in his way was poked into a hole and fell off his horse.

Such a sniper Luo Cheng broke through seven in a row, and Luo Cheng, who was covered in blood, felt that something was wrong. The sun was approaching the horizon, and as far as the eye could see, a hussar could be seen fleeing frantically. But those cavalry still seemed to have more than a thousand men, and it seemed that none of them had been reduced. So who did you kill?

Night is gradually falling, and it is already November. The sun sets much earlier than in the summer, and there seem to be many people in the mountains and forests under the dark sky. Because the birds in the sky are flying indiscriminately, but they dare not land.

"Kill!" Luo Cheng raised the horse lance, no matter what. Even if it is killed to the edge of the sky, Wang Xuanying must be arrested back. This Wang Xuanying is not a person, he is a military merit, a title, and the appreciation of the Tang Emperor. This kid must be caught, and the future of the Luo family needs to be dyed with his blood.

The sky was hazy, and more and more people came out of the mountains and forests. Approaching the defense line of Yunzhou City, there seemed to be a shout of killing. Luo Cheng knew that this was Li Jiancheng sending troops to meet him. But if you want to fight back and fight with reinforcements, it's impossible. The road was full of enemy soldiers coming out of the mountains and forests, and I don't know how many. As if he couldn't finish killing no matter how he killed, Luo Cheng regretted it a little at this time. I chased too quickly, and now the reinforcements are more than ten or twenty miles away from me. This distance is enough to be the distance between life and death.

After two people had pierced the horse's lance, the shaft made of horsehair could no longer withstand such great force. Luo Cheng burst into a shout, and the horse lance was folded into two sections. Luo Cheng let go of his hands, and a horizontal knife appeared in his hand with a flash of silver light. Blocking a spear that pierced him, he split the soldier's head in half.

Before you know it, the team around you has been scattered. There are only dozens of generals from the Luo family who follow him. The horizontal knife kept slashing, and in the darkness the arrows shot with the wind. There are constantly families who fall off their horses, as long as one person falls to the ground. Those people in the darkness were like leeches that smelled blood, and countless spears poked at people desperately. If you don't poke hundreds of holes, you will never stop.

"Kill back!" Luo Cheng is now holding a flail in his hand, and the horizontal knife has just been stuck in a person's neck. The saw-like horizontal knife never came back.

The flail smashed the head of a guy who sneaked up on him, damn it. There was no moon at all tonight, and it was a dark and windy night. Yun Hao said that such a night is suitable for killing.

A spear came from the darkness like a poisonous dragon, and Luo Cheng twisted his waist. The spear passed under the ribs, and the sharp spear cut through the tendons of the armor, and several of the armor leaves fell to the ground.

Luo Cheng didn't care much, so he shook his hand and flew out. Then, as soon as he grabbed the hand, the spear was pulled out of the corpse's hand. With the spear, Luo Cheng calmed down in his heart. After all, his specialty is the Luo family's marksmanship, and with this spear, Luo Cheng felt that he was seventy percent sure of rushing back into the Tang army's camp.

The light was completely gone, and it was as dark as ink. It's all black, and it seems to be foggy. Visibility had been reduced to the minimum, and Luo Cheng couldn't even tell where he was rushing. Only by shouting and killing can you know where the battle is!

No one lights a torch, and lighting a torch at this point is purely an act of death. Everyone who lights a torch will become an arrow attractor. Even if you have a strong armor to protect yourself, a strong crossbow that comes out of nowhere, will reap your life.

Several waves of people were encountered in the dark, and it was not known whether they were friendly or enemy forces. Anyway, as long as he meets someone, Luo Cheng has to tear it up for a while. After a few times, Luo Chengxue behaved. Look for a quieter place to walk, at least you won't encounter enemy soldiers. He is no longer the commander of thousands of Tang troops, there are only a dozen generals behind him who have not died, and now fleeing for his life is the most important thing.

Damn the fog, even the starry sky is a little unclear. It's impossible to determine the direction by starlight. You can only avoid the places where you are shouting and shouting, and choose places where there is no sound. Luo Cheng felt that this battle had been fought in a mess, and a feeling of being calculated arose spontaneously. Thinking of Yun Hao pulling his war horse, Luo Chengcheng regretted that he wanted to hit his head against the wall.

The war horse walked through the knee-deep wild grass, and slowly Luo Cheng felt a stream of heat hit his face. Shaking his head, he was sure it wasn't a hallucination. There is a warm spring nearby, it must be a warm spring. It's not a fucking mist, it's steam from a warm spring.

"Stop!" Luo Cheng snorted, he felt a strong uneasiness. This kind of uneasiness is the feeling accumulated from the battlefield tearing and killing, and he has just been surrounded by heavy troops, and he doesn't have this feeling of sweat and hair.

"Let's go!" Luo Cheng shouted at the general, and then turned his horse.

I can't walk, the ground is very hard in November. Even the silt of the river was frozen hard. The exception is the warm spring flowing through which the earth is constantly moistened so that the silt does not freeze on the ice.

When he found that the knees of the war horse had sunk into the mud, Luo Cheng's heart seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar. The war horse wants to pull out its legs, but it takes a lot of effort to pull it every time. As a result, the sink is getting deeper and deeper. When the mud was almost to the horse's belly, Luo Cheng was desperate. In such a place, even if you jump off the warhorse, you will be trapped in the mud and die. You must know that your iron armor is sixty pounds.

"Young Master, it's trapped!" The generals roared wildly, but there was no way to get Luo Cheng out. Because, too, they are deep or shallow in the mud.

A gust of wind suddenly hung in the darkness, and years of war experience told Luo Cheng that it was not the wind but the sound of a large number of crossbow arrows firing at the same time. In Yun Hao's barracks, those killers did just that, and this voice was very familiar to him.

Countless arrows formed a wall in the darkness, accompanied by a clanging sound. Luo Cheng felt that he was hit by several huge forces, and there was a sharp pain under his ribs. The nail leaves there lost a few pieces when they just fought.

The screams behind him rang out one after another, this was the screams of the generals. I wanted to swing a spear to block, but there were bows and crossbows shooting from all directions. Mixed in between are powerful crossbow arrows that pierce through his armor. But it can't be shot through, and it's only an inch into the flesh, so it's dead.

I don't know how many people are shooting arrows in the dark, anyway, Luo Cheng's body can always make a tinkling sound. Some of the arrows flew out, while others pierced the body.

"Onward! Advance! When Yun Hao knew that the army that was receiving was being sniped hard, he knew that something was wrong. It's a trap, and Wang Xuanying is a fucking bait. Such a deep scheming, such a ruthless means.

Li Jiancheng's face was very ugly, urging the soldiers to rush for two days. Now, he had to order the exhausted soldiers to attack in the darkness to rescue Luo Cheng, who did not know whether he was alive or dead.