The Qiang people chased after each other.

The physical strength of the flying army has been squeezed to the extreme, and it has reached the stage of running out of oil and lamps, unable to fight again, and running wildly at the end.

The heavy footsteps, the heavy breathing, the scene that passed quickly and gradually became chaotic in front of them, and the deep sleepiness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, tested the nerves of the soldiers of the Flying Army every moment. My heart was beating faster and faster, my breathing was getting more and more disordered, and my throat was burning with pain, as if it was not air that was inhaled, but a raging fire, and even my head was dizzy from the roast, and I wanted to stop and rest for a while.

I really want to leave nothing at bay and lie down and sleep for a while.

Even for a moment.

It's a pity they can't.

What supports everyone who has not yet fallen, and who is still desperately squeezing the last strength in their bodies to move their feet, is a firm belief in survival, and a strong encouragement that territorial reinforcements are coming. The territory has not given up on everyone, and there are already a few Mo Wei who have died for them, what reason do they have not to continue to persevere?

For themselves, for the robes, and for the brothers who sacrificed their lives for rescuing them!

Keep running!

The Qiang people were obviously unwilling to let the cooked duck fly away and resolutely pursued.

When he saw another warrior from the Qiang tribe following up, the Ginseng Wolf Patriarch became even more anxious. Fighting with these Han people, Shen Wolf Qiang has paid a heavy price, and finally consumed the flying army to half death, seeing that he can achieve all the success with more effort, and suddenly other tribes run out to grab the merit, how can this kind of thing be endured? Previously, the patriarch of the wolf still had the idea of "slowly boiling to death to reduce losses" for the remnants of the flying army, and it seemed that he was chasing ferociously, but in fact there was still room for him, hoping to try to spend the little strength left by the flying army on the road, instead of fighting with his people, but after the other tribal competitors arrived, the wishful thinking of the wolf patriarch could not be heard.

The appearance of the Mowei team before also sounded the alarm for the wolf patriarch.

No more water!

With the patriarch's order, the wolf Qiang had no reservations, and his speed increased suddenly.

Seeing that the Qiang people were speeding up again, Wang Ping was shocked and angry, but he had no choice but to urge the remnants to run quickly. It can be counted from the time when Liangzhou met the enemy, the flying army has been fighting for more than a month, and most of the time is in the mountains with a strong enemy, lack of food and medicine, but also by the mountain sickness tossed to death, even so, almost every day to engage the enemy, Rao is iron body, by this time it is no longer bearable.

The flying army could not get up quickly, and the pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Wang Ping sighed secretly and quickly made a decision.

"Pockmark."

Mazi crawled to the ground and leaned over, originally wanted to respond, but because he couldn't catch his breath when he ran away, he first lost his breath when he opened his mouth, coughed wildly, and coughed so much that tears flowed out.

"You take everyone to go first, and I'll take people to break off."

"Ahem, ahem, I'll come after the break!" Mazi's face was swollen and red.

During this mission, eleven of the twelve transferred generals of the Flying Army fell one after another, leaving the only seedling of pockmarks. Mazi is seriously injured, and he has no strength to fight again, knowing that Wang Ping let him go is a good intention, and it is also the most reasonable arrangement at present, but when facing danger, his subordinates will be far away to let the master break off, Mazi has no way to accept it, and he can't afford to lose this person!

"You can't even hold the knife, how can you fight?"

Wang Ping was furious and slapped his palm on Mazi's shoulder.

Mazi was so weak that he fell down by this palm, struggling to get up, but it was difficult to get up.

The pursuers are twenty paces behind them!

"It's an order!"

Wang Ping no longer looked at Mazi, glanced left and right, and motioned for the two Feijun to quickly drag Mazi away, while he stopped with more than a dozen Feijun who were slightly injured, waiting for the Qiang people to approach. He didn't know how much he could fight for the remnants, but as long as he had a breath, he would never let the Qiang people pass.

"Let's go!" An unfamiliar voice came from behind him.

Before Wang Ping could turn around, several black-robed people swept past him and pounced on the Qiang people.

The nearest search party has arrived!

Wang Ping burst into tears.

He didn't even see the appearance of these Mo Wei, and naturally he didn't know who these Mo Wei were, but he knew one thing, these Mo Wei who came forward to break the Fei Army were basically impossible to live. Wang Ping was both frustrated and blamed himself, the Flying Army was one of the most elite troops in the Zhulu Territory, experienced in a hundred battles, and was an important force in defending the territory, and was regarded as the most powerful guardian of the Zhulu Territory, and he turned the tide many times, but now, he could only watch the people of the Deer Chase die to protect the Flying Army, and his heart was extremely uncomfortable.

Not only Wang Ping has this feeling, but other flying armies are as good as it.

All the Flyers were overwhelmed with guilt and pain.

Unable to make Mo Wei's sacrifice worthless, several flying soldiers rushed over and dragged Wang Ping away.

Those few ink guards could not rescue the remnants of the flying army from the sea of suffering, and a few people faced hundreds of pursuers, even in the rugged and narrow mountain passes, it was impossible to support them for too long, and it was only a matter of time before they were swallowed by the crowd.

The mantis arm is a car, and there are good results?

Mo Wei didn't know this truth, but he still resolutely went up.

A search team of Mowei arrived one after another, and in order to cover the departure of the flying army, they invariably made the same choice, they were like moths to a fire, and they used their flesh and blood to compose the last music of their lives. After leaving the range of the Spirit Ape Stream, three Mowei teams sacrificed their lives to cover the flying army.

Sacrifice your life to go to hardship, and see death as home.

It is worthy of being a martial artist trained by the ink master!

The Flying Army staggered along, and when a section of the mountain beam was approaching the top of the mountain, the Flying Army at the front stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground. The nearby flying army hurriedly went over to pull it, but not only did they not pull their companions up, but they also fell to the ground by themselves.

As if it were a contagious disease, the team fell one after another.

Even Wang Ping was breathing with his mouth open, like a dying fish out of water.

No one wants to give up, but their bodies have reached their limits.

Several black-robed men appeared on the mountain beam and rushed over quickly.

A black-robed man pulled Wang Ping up from the ground and called, "Zijun! ”

Wang Ping opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a familiar face: "Ethereal brother......"

The sound of the pursuers came from far and near, and although the view was blocked by the rocks and trees, the distance should not be too far.

Xu Piaomiao took a deep breath and said calmly: "Go, I'll block it." ”

The decision of the leader of the Mo Wei was exactly the same as the reaction of the previous squads. To be precise, Mo Wei's spirit of not hesitating to die for the "righteousness" in his heart was planted by the Mo people led by Xu Piaomiao.

Wang Ping grabbed Xu Piaomiao's sleeve and said with a miserable smile: "I can't walk." ”

Xu Piaomiao frowned, looked around, and knew in his heart that the remnants of the Flying Army were indeed unable to continue to run, and in this case, it was pointless for Mo Wei to sacrifice his life to block the pursuers. But since Xu Piaomiao had already found Wang Ping and others, he would not sit idly by and watch the Qiang people catch up and kill the flying army, and after weighing, Xu Piaomiao quickly made a decision.

"Take them away!"

Xu Piaomiao returned the sword into the sheath, carried the two seriously injured flying soldiers on his shoulders, and flew towards the top of the mountain beam. Several other Mo Wei did the same, each carrying two wounded men and rushing to the top of the mountain. Xu Piaomiao put the wounded soldier on the top of the mountain, and then turned back to pick up the others, he didn't know how many people he could save and how much he could do.

Xu Piaomiao, who ran the second trip, planned to carry Wang Ping away, but Wang Ping flatly refused.

"Save them first." Wang Ping pointed to the three Jia brothers who collapsed together, Xu Piaomiao couldn't help but pause, and then understood that these three people must be Jia Xu's family, nodded slightly, rushed over to pick up Jia Wan and Jia Ji and left.

"Get up, go up the mountain!" Wang Ping staggered up from the ground and beckoned the others to hurry up.

In any case, it would be unrealistic to expect the four Ink Guards to take away dozens of wounded.

Wang Ping knows very well that Xu Piaomiao is a person.

Once the Qiang people catch up, Xu Piaomiao will never be left alone, and dying in battle is an inevitable outcome.

Wang Ping is well aware of Xu Piaomiao's weight, Xu Piaomiao is not only the leader of Mowei, but also an important figure in the Mojia sect, Xu Piaomiao is also an important figure, and is currently in the stage of expatriate training, if nothing else, he is likely to take over the position of the leader of the Mojia lineage in the future, and become the leader of the martial arts power to protect the Mojia sect in the following decades. If Xu Piaomiao also dies here, it will be a major blow to the Mo family, even if the Mo family understands the righteousness, there is no way to repay the debt owed to the Mo family.

Because of this, even if he was tired and wanted to die, Wang Ping could only force himself to get up and continue to hurry.

Inspired by the actions of the Ink Artist and the words of the main general, the movable flying army tried their best to get up and staggered towards the top of the mountain. Although there are still some flying soldiers who are really unable to get up, there are so many people who can stand up on their own, which still greatly reduces the burden on Xu Piaomiao and others.

Finally, everyone climbed to the top of the mountain, and the pursuers appeared at the foot of the mountain.

There was no time to breathe, and the flying army had to stumble down the mountain.

Xu Piaomiao and the others carried the most seriously injured flying soldiers to the foot of the mountain at the other end, rushed to the top of the mountain again, grabbed stones of suitable size and smashed them down. The stones continue to collide on the narrow mountain road, constantly change the route, and the speed of rolling down is getting faster and faster, although there is no crosshair, but the power is really amazing, most of the Qiang people who were unfortunately hit by the stone are broken and fractured, the flesh and blood are blurred, and the Qiang people who have not been hit are also panicked all day, and the crawling speed is greatly affected.

But even so, it is also impractical for a few people to block hundreds of people from going up the mountain with stones.

The Qiang scattered and continued to press towards the top of the mountain.

Xu Piaomiao beckoned several other Mo guards to move closer to him, intending to hold the top of the mountain and engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

Trying to buy time for Wang Ping and others is the only thing he can do now.

As for how to take those badly wounded flying soldiers away, there was really nothing he could do.

The Qiang rushed up, and hand-to-hand combat began.

After using the terrain advantage to stab more than 20 Qiang people in the early days, Mowei was divided and fought separately, and soon two people hung up the lottery. Xu Piaomiao's swordsmanship was skillful, and he clashed back and forth, trying to reunite the lone Mo Wei, but was taken care of by more than a dozen Qiang warriors and fell into a heavy siege.

At the critical juncture, a magnificent sword light bloomed on the top of the mountain.

"Locust Rainbow!"

With this breathless shout, a thin old man appeared on the top of the mountain, and the sword light flew, and the Qiang people in the top area of the mountain fell one by one.

The old man who can use the "locust flying rainbow" is naturally the old ranger Zhaofeng.

"Senior, why are you here!"

Xu Piaomiao was pleasantly surprised, he knew very well that Zhao Feng did not act with the troops, and he had not heard that Zhao Feng would participate in this rescue. In fact, when the news of Feijun's distress came back, Zhao Feng and the one-armed elder went out to visit friends, and they were not in the territory at all.

"Why can't I come?"

The old man rolled his eyelids and pouted, "I'm not the only one who came with me......"