A feathered arrow burst out of the billowing sand mist and shot straight at Li Yushan.

Li Yushan did not dodge, and the big knife in his hand slashed diagonally through the feather arrow.

With a loud bang, the feather arrow and the blade collided heavily, and then they were cut in two and flew to the ground.

The cold light of the arrows flickered in the loess.

The sand and fog cleared, and a group of fat horses and sturdy horses appeared.

The person at the head has deep facial features, a fierce gaze in his light brown pupils, his long hair has turned into a whip, his tail is tied with a gold ring, and he is holding a snow-white knife with a cold light in his hand.

"Turks, it's Turks, run, the Turks are coming." Among the horse thieves, I don't know who exclaimed, turned the horse's head, and ran away.

Before he had gone two paces, an arrow burst through the air and struck the man in the back, who fell off his horse and fell into the loess.

There are more than a hundred Turks in this group, and the dart team plus horse thieves is only a few dozen, not to mention that they are not as strong and fierce as the Turks.

The tide of battle turned sharply into a one-sided killing.

In the yellow sand, blood splattered, heads flew sideways, and screams and cries were endless.

Here is close to the boundary of Ganzhou, the Fengsui post station on the road, the garrison army coming and going, is also much more than the boundary of Suzhou, turning the horse's head and retreating to Ganzhou, it is the most secure.

Li Yushan did not intend to fight to the end, but beckoned the dart masters, took the horse team to carry the baggage, fought and left, and retreated in the direction of Ganzhou.

The horse thief also messed up, chased the dart team, and desperately retreated eastward.

Han Changdui tightened his grip on the reins and urged his horse to gallop, but fled west with Yao Qi.

The wind whistled in his ears, and he swung his sword and cut down the Turks who had caught up.

He glanced sideways slightly, and saw a cluster of blood splashed on Yao Qi's face, her expression didn't even change, and he said lightly: "Take advantage of the chaos, leave the dart team, and go to Suzhou." ”

Yao Qi turned his head to see that the dart team and the horse thieves had been scattered by the Turks, mixed together, and couldn't tell who was who.

Sure enough, it was a good time to run away.

She raised her whip heavily, volleyed it in the air, and whispered, "Okay." ”

Seeing that the two of them were getting farther and farther away from the dart team, a long knife was slashed in the cable.

With a sharp sound, the long knife was picked away by Han Changdu's long sword, and when he turned around, he saw more than a dozen Turks chasing after him, he took off the longbow on his back, and his backhand was an arrow.

The feathered arrow was volleyed into the air, piercing the Turks at the front and flipped to the ground.

The midday sun was bright, shining on this wilderness covered with yellow sand.

The two of them rode their horses and galloped, and a thick fog and yellow sand rose behind them, and gradually they could not see the location of the dart team clearly, only the dozen or so Turks, biting and holding on.

Han Changdui bent his bow and shot arrows, and the feather arrows shot out of the air in succession, and when he touched his backhand again, the quiver was already empty.

Only this one was in the vacancy, and a Turkic man caught up, his face was full of fierceness, and the sword light was cold, and he quickly slashed at Han Changdu.

At the moment when the knife fell, Han Changdui hurriedly lowered his body, lying on the back of the horse, and the knife was slashed against Han Changdu's face.

The Turk was stunned for a moment, the knife in his hand was suddenly retracted, and he turned around, slashing at Han Changdu's legs.

Yao Qi had just picked up a Turkic who had caught up, and the faint sound of the wind in her ears flickered, and her eyes were cold, and she saw the sparkling cold light on the body of the knife that slashed towards Han Changdui.

With a flick of her wrist, a transparent and thin filament quickly wrapped around the knife and pulled it outward.

The long knife deflected a few inches and shaved the hem of Han Changdu's clothes.

The Turks didn't expect this to happen, and when they saw the soft and weak Han girl, their eyes lit up, and they sneered and pulled the long knife.

Although Yao Qi's strength is not small, it is still not worth mentioning compared to the Turks, and he was dragged off the horse in an instant.

With a flick of her wrist, she retracted the shadowless silk, put her wrist on the ground, hooked her legs tightly into the stirrups, and with one hand her sword, stabbed into the belly of the horse under the Turk's crotch.

The sword entered the horse's belly and was quickly drawn out with a stream of blood.

The horse neighed in pain, and the horse's hooves were raised high and stepped towards Yao.

The Turks were furious, clutched the reins tightly, shook the long knife in their hands, and slashed at Yao Qi's neck.

Yao Qi let go of his legs and fell to the ground, rolling on the spot, dodging the horse's hooves and long knife, and then the long sword slashed diagonally through the horse's hooves that had just landed.

The horse could no longer stand, and with a heavy knee on its front hooves, the Turks fell off the horse.

He didn't expect that he was being forced into such a situation by a little woman, humiliating and furious, arousing his bloodthirsty murderous heart, he reached out to stop the other Turks who wanted to come to help, and muttered a foreign word.

The Turks turned around and surrounded Han Changdu.

The Turk smiled coldly and raised his knife at Yao Qi and slashed.

Before the sword fell, the Turk's body shook, and he looked down to see a sharp tip of the sword sticking out of his chest.

All this happened extremely quickly, Yao Qi stopped the Turkic knife with a shadowless silk, and Han Changdui was able to survive unscathed.

He turned his head and saw that Yao Qi was in danger, and when he was already devastated, he slashed several Turks one after another, and when he rushed the horse to arrive, the blood stained the indigo beard, and the long sword in his hand was embedded in the back of the Turk, and then he picked it up.

The Turks were provoked and flown out.

Yao Qi smiled gratefully, turned over on the horse, and once again urged the jujube red horse to run wildly.

The wind was like a sharp knife, constantly blowing on the face, the yellow sand was dusty, and the clothes were hunting.

There was the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air.

Han Changdui looked back and saw that there were less than ten Turks urging the horses to stop, bending their bows and shooting arrows.

In the afterglow, the feather arrow flew past Yao Qi's ear, and she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

The sword has no eyes, but it always dodges everywhere, but there are too many arrows in this bow, and you can't dodge it.

Han Changwan and the two lowered their bodies, lay on the horse's back, and while urging the horse to gallop, they used their long swords to pick off the feather arrows with their backhands.

The jujube red horse under Yao Qi suddenly neighed in the sky, and the horse's hooves were raised high, almost turning her upside down.

She turned her head and saw a feathered arrow piercing the horse's belly, blood gushing out.

She did not dare to relax in the slightest, pulled out the feather arrow, and urged the horse to gallop again.

The jujube red horse galloped a few steps in pain, and the feather arrow behind it opened, as if it had found a place to vent, and kept shooting into the horse's belly.

The red horse screamed, fell to the ground, and could no longer get up.

The Turks behind them urged their horses to gallop over.

Han Changdui had already turned the horse's head, galloped to Yao Qi's side, leaned over and stretched out his arms.

Yao Qi grabbed Han Changdui's hand and flew on the horse, but turned around on the horse's back, with his back to Han Changdui, the long sword and the shadowless silk came out together, rolling away the feathered arrows that came in one after another.

When Han Changdui heard the movement, he turned his head and saw Yao Ji's black hair, and he was subconsciously stunned.

Yao Qi took a breath and said calmly: "Childe, just run forward, and leave the matter to me after the break." ”

Han Changdui didn't know how long, let alone how many Turks Yao Qi had injured, but he knew that the sound of horses' hooves behind him gradually faded away, and there was no longer the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air.

He slowly slowed down and shouted in a low voice, "Yao Qi." ”

Hearing that there was no movement behind him, and the man leaning on his back, breathing heavily, he reached out and touched the wet water on his hands.

He was shocked, thinking that he had touched the blood on his hands, but when he looked closely, it was sweat, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted again in a hurried voice: "Yao Qi." ”

Still no one responded to him, he was scared all of a sudden, hurriedly booed, stood on his horse, and wanted to get off the horse, but the person behind him leaned softly, and he didn't dare to move, so he had to shout again: "Yao Qi." ”

"Why did it stop?" Yao Qi finally answered, but his voice was weak: "Why don't you run." ”

Han Changdui reluctantly said calmly: "How are you, you are injured." ”

Yao Qi was soaked in sweat all over, and chuckled: "No, I'm just too tired, rest for a while." ”

Han Changwan was relieved at this time, and said lightly: "That's good, let's go slower." ”

Yao Qi said weakly: "Okay, where are we going." ”

Han Changdui looked into the distance and said contemplatively: "It's Heiquanyi ahead, let's go faster, arrive before dark." ”

Yao Qi sighed in a low voice, and then there was no movement, as if he was really tired and fell asleep.

Han Changdui urged the horse to run a few steps, feeling that the person behind him was swaying and sitting not very steadily, he thought about it, turned out a piece of hemp rope, took it from Yao Qi's waist, and tied her to himself, so he relieved himself to urge the horse to gallop.

After walking for a long time, the mountains gradually became more barren, and there was no green at all, and all the eyes were dry and yellow.

The dry air was full of loess and gravel, and even the breath had a stinging sound.

The sky was darkening, gray stratus clouds blocked out the sunlight, and the wind was mixed with a moist breath.

Afraid that it was going to rain, Han Changdu's heart sank, and he didn't dare to relax for a moment to urge the horses.

There were a few muffled thunders in the sky, and the sky was not completely overcast, and the bean-sized raindrops fell unexpectedly.

The pouring rain came quickly and coldly, and the two of them were drenched in an instant.

Yao Ji snorted, woke up, touched his wet clothes, and said with a low smile: "I have a stinky sweat, and this rain pours it, so I don't have to take a bath." ”

The loess was soaked in rainwater and was soft and sticky, and the horse's hooves stepped on it, stepping on a puddle of water, splashing turbid water.

The rain dripped down from his forehead, almost blinding Han Changdui's eyes, and when he heard Yao Qi's words, he also smiled: "Isn't it, I also washed my clothes by the way." ”

Yao Ji remembered that he had an oilcloth umbrella made by her in his baggage, and leaned out, but the person behind him shook, and the embarrassed voice of the person came from the sound of rain: "Don't move, you are about to take me down." ”

Only then did she realize that something was wrong, and when she lowered her head, it turned out that she and Han Changdui were tied together, he was afraid that she would fall, and this person was not so ruthless.

Her heart warmed and she smiled: "Childe, let me go, I'll take something." ”

Han Changdui calmed down for a while and said, "What do you take." ”

Yao Qi said: "Take an umbrella." ”