Rescue system: run away from the host, calm down

Seeing that the arrows are getting denser and denser, Yang Fan can't take too much into account, and can only concentrate on dealing with the situation in front of him.

While resisting, he moved to Mingshan's position.

Along the way, he helped several brothers block the fatal blow.

When he was about to arrive, he saw Ming Shan was hit by an arrow in the shoulder and fell heavily backwards.

"Mingshan!"

Yang Fan yelled in horror, and stepped forward as fast as he could to hold his body that was about to fall to the ground. Seeing that his good brother was injured, his heart sank a little. Healing and delaying death.

"No, it's fine!"

A faint smile appeared on his pale face.

"Persevere, I'll carry you back to find Second Grandpa."

Ming Shan shook his head, "Don't embarrass Second Grandpa, he is a veterinarian, how can he...cough cough, besides, we have already stopped the medicine, so...severe injury is useless."

"How do you know if it will work if you haven't tried it?" Yang Fan stubbornly went to pull the other arm of Mingshan.

"Mingshan, you can go with Xiao Yang, there are..."

Pfft...!
An arrow with a strange angle passed through many obstacles and shot straight at the old man's heart.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the old man's mouth, before he could say a word, he fell down on the snow.

"Old scythe!"

Yang Fan shouted loudly, he carefully let go of Ming Shan's body, crawled over and gently shook the old sickle's body.

The people on the ground remained motionless, no matter how Yang Fan shouted, there was no movement. He stretched out his hand tremblingly to check for breath, and he was already out of breath.

Closing his eyes and mourning for a while, he slowly stroked the old sickle's eyelids, "Rest in peace!"

In the past few days, his heart has been numb from the pain, and he sent away countless relatives, friends and partners. More and more people died, and he was unable to recover.

Tonight's attack was the fiercest and the number of people was the largest. The two parties actually united together. It seemed that the other party was bound to win and wiped them all out.

On the long river bank, there are many injured and fallen people, and the atmosphere of despair and grief is getting thicker and thicker.

At this moment, the enemy launched a fierce attack. After a while, they had already stepped across the river bank, and when they reached this bank, they violently dismantled the obstacles.

Immediately shouts of killing, roaring, and cursing were mixed together, and weapons collided with each other, swishing!

The men and horses of the two sides fought together, the sharp swords pierced into the flesh, and the blood spattered.

Yang Fan didn't have time to feel sad, so he casually grabbed a companion and asked him to carry Ming Shan back.

Lengzi rushed forward with a group of half-grown children. There were about 400 people in the crowd.

The reason for the hesitation is that this group of children is even younger than the fool. The youngest is only 12 years old. They will be the main labor force in the future. They will only be allowed to play when it is time for life and death.

It is too cruel to look at the young and immature faces, the eyes of guilt and fear, and it is too cruel to go to the battlefield after less than a month of practice.

This is the last batch of them, which is not considered combat power. If all the people here are sacrificed, the old, weak, women, children and young children behind can imagine what will happen to them.

"Boys, hold on to the weapons in your hands and fight for the family behind you. You are all good. We will be a hero again after more than ten years. Tonight, killing one is enough money, killing a pair is profitable, and we are in the dark." Hell, seeing Lord Yan, we are also little heroes fighting to protect the weak."

Yang Fan's words of encouragement made the timid youngsters no longer flinch when faced with the threat of death, they were full of momentum, and each of them held the weapons in their hands tightly, with a fighting spirit in their hearts, shouted, and rushed forward go.

"They are all good seedlings, how can they be so eager?" Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed.

"Host, there are still 200 meters to arrive at the battlefield."

After Cheng Xiaoxiao succeeded, he brought people over immediately, even faster than the evacuated team.

She couldn't help it, if she didn't hurry up, the other party's people would almost die, and even half-grown children were sent to play, which showed how serious the situation was.

Their troops were divided into several groups and came from different directions to the north city gate, not very far from Cheng Xiaoxiao's location.

Just when Yang Fan and his party were in despair, just when they were about to die together and make a heroic sacrifice.

The enemies in front suddenly lost their formation, and there was a faint sound of fighting behind them.

Even though the ground is covered with white snow and has a certain light refraction effect in the dark night, you can't see clearly what's going on behind you?
Only the sound of weapons colliding was heard from a distance, so it was judged that the enemy's rear was in chaos, and it should be attacked by people from another force.

As the people brought by Cheng Xiaoxiao joined the battle one after another, the pressure on Yang Fan's side dropped sharply, and he was able to barely keep his position.

He was overjoyed and shouted loudly: "Our friendly troops are here to support, everyone work harder, we must persevere."

Although he didn't know whether the other party came to help them, but at this time, he could reduce the pressure and persist for a while, until the end, maybe there would be a miracle.

Cheng Xiaoxiao rode a tall and thin horse. For ordinary soldiers, she can now pass the sword and seal the throat.

She rode wildly without any rules at all, disrupting the opponent's offensive formation, but the opponent couldn't get close and forced her off the horse, causing a mess.

At this time, the generals he led had been restrained by Fang Zheng, unable to take care of himself.

The soldiers gradually felt top-heavy and double images appeared in front of their eyes. The light was not strong in the dark night, and now they couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Some even swung their swords at their comrades in arms.

Seeing that the effect had been achieved, Cheng Xiaoxiao galloped forward, jumped off his horse when he came to the glacier, and galloped across the bridge built by the other party.

Now there are thin snowflakes on the river, and the snow has frozen under the snow, but the ice is not thick, so the ice should not be heavy, and people will definitely fall into the river if they step on it.

Before approaching Cheng Xiaoxiao, he shouted, "I am Cheng Xiaoxiao, the head of the 132nd Regiment who came to rescue all the common people. Don't be afraid, everyone. You are safe for the time being."

She came directly in front of Yang Fan, guided systematically, she accurately found the leader, and asked casually, "Who is the person in charge here?"

Yang Fan stared blankly at the girl in front of him, her lithe voice and pretty face didn't match the sassy figure just now.

I was far away before, thinking that he was a good man with strong martial arts, a hero, but I didn't expect to be a half-grown girl.

She rode a horse and overcame thorns and thorns to break out of the siege, and came to him in the snow, like a god, saving his dying heartbeat.

He was stunned for a while before he realized, "I, I am, who is the girl?"

"We are fleeing people. We came from Dingzhou and plan to find an alliance to join. I wonder if we have the honor?"

Hearing that such a powerful girl actually wanted to join them, Yang Fan didn't know what to say for a while.