The Three Masters in Brocade Clothes of Daming Gate

This is the sum of countless actions.

"Let's rush down the mountain, we must bring Xu Sanyuan to organize an effective defense, pay attention to the big guy under the wolf banner in front of us, don't take advantage of it, don't underestimate the enemy, keep the same attack and defense with Xu Sanyuan's people, and avoid personal casualties."

Lan Xishu's selfish brothers know very well that their lives are connected, and they have to charge forward to retreat from the enemy and keep their eyes open so as not to cause unnecessary casualties or serve as cannon fodder. Facing the enemy is a technical job. Xia Shiyu regarded this as a compulsory training course for Lan Xishu and his recruits.

Of course, Lan Xishu and Ding Ya had the best training results.

Fighting on the battlefield does not pay attention to fighting alone!

Xia Shiyu emphasized this sentence countless times.

There is no way, there are only a few people who like to embody personal heroism, to put it bluntly, love to show off, and show off in a hurry. Needless to say, at this time, Xia Shiyu would always stare at Lan Xishu's face for a few seconds, and Lan Xishu would always look at the spider web in the corner of the room with a solemn expression, that calmness that had nothing to do with him. , Let the brothers admire the five bodies.

Xia Shiyu's little brothers have long been used to it, and they can't help being thick-skinned!

Lan Xishu knew well that this time was different.

He never played with his own life, nor with the lives of his buddies, let alone, now that he has more houses!

However, at the critical moment, Lan Xishu still has a key performance, which is related to the boss and his future.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and a guard in Jinyi leaped his horse and raised his hand, and the short-fired guns in mid-air scattered smoke.

"Grandma's! Serve with bows and arrows! Those who retreat will be decisive!" The small commotion quickly subsided, the shrinking and retreating phenomenon improved significantly, and the archers fanned out.

"Fourth Young Master! Let's go! The Tartars are coming." Jing Maang'an let go of the reins, looked at Lan Xishu with a heroic face, but his mind was stuck on Lan Xiwen. Lan Xiwen has always been very quiet and obedient , without timidity or excitement, just looking at the front quietly, occasionally, a few brothers passed by with a smile, and their eyes fell on Lan Xishu's stinky face with admiration.

That smile is like a flash in the pan, clean smile, clean eyes.

Lan Xishu lightly shook his head, his eyes fixed on the approaching speed of the Tartars and horses, pondered, and calculated: "Wait a minute! Hold on to me!!"

Jing Maang'an and Mouse, who were about to put the reins on the horse, immediately put on the reins and led the horse, the horse hit a chain, the two circled and kicked the horse, their necks twisted 360 degrees and stared at Lan Xishu's face.

Calculated from the beacon warning, Lan Xishu calculated the time it would take for Xia Shiyu and Zheng Datou to assemble their troops, analyze the enemy's situation, and the time it would take for the troops to set off, and the time it would take to rush from Longmen Station to Jitou Mountain. The situation and analysis must be synchronized, If my calculations are correct, Zheng's big-headed troops should have arrived at Tuotuo Bay by now. Tuotuo Bay is the intersection of Haha Ridge and Longmensuo. As soon as they arrive at Tuotuo Bay, Xia Shiyu will judge the enemy's situation based on the clues passed by the Tazi troops. , determined the marching route of the Tartars, and rushed to help quickly, that is, they would arrive at the Jitou Mountain battlefield in more than half an hour.

How long can Xu Sanyuan's hundreds of people last?How much time can the brothers help him endure?

Good steel is used on the blade!

Xu Sanyuan's hundred lives are not worthy of exchanging one of his brothers' lives!

Whichever is more important, Lan Xishu's heart is like a mirror.

Lan Xishu circled the horses, and looked at the panoramic battlefield again with his eyes. The two groups of people were like ants. Lan Xishu had to grasp the best time to cut in and weigh the pros and cons. Lan Xishu's purpose was obvious.

While keeping Xu Sanyuan, you must have all your brothers. Xu Sanyuan is next to the emperor with rich clothes and fine food, and the fox pretends to be the tiger. It may not be a good thing to suffer a little bit here!

It was approaching, and the leader of the Tartars was only one mile away from Xu Sanyuan.

The snow stopped, the wind stopped, the dusk came earlier, and the haze trailed behind the Tartars. The western sky had no horizon, nor the outline of the distant mountains.

Looking around, the iron hooves of the tartars disturbed the heartstrings of the brothers, and the heartbeats reached the throats.

The brothers looked nervously at the situation below and looked at Lan Xishu from time to time, lest they might not understand Lan Xishu's intentions immediately.

Lan Xishu's horse's head intertwined with Ding Ya's: "Take it easy, our boss and Zheng Datou have just passed Tuotuo Bay, and we estimate that we will arrive here in half an hour at the earliest."

Ding Ya understood immediately.

"Brothers! Two people, keep a little distance, make as much noise as you can, the boss and Zheng's big head talk to each other." This sentence really puts the brothers at the bottom of their hearts, even though they often do it later Mentally prepared to die for the country, but it's better to take a breath!Wealth, beauty, the future of Guangzong Yaozu, living is beneficial!

"After I break up with Maung An!" Ding Ya understood that Lan Xiwen was in the middle and Lan Xishu had no worries. Ding Ya circled the horse, and the horse's head swept across a clump of willows covered with snow. After getting Jing Maangan's neck collar, Jing Maangan, who wanted to be a vanguard, poked his head and had to follow the lead.Lan Xiwen stepped forward, put a strand of hair softly behind his ears, his face was as gentle as jade, his eyes were clear and calm, and he looked at Lan Xishu: "Don't worry about me! Brother! I only follow you!"

"Let's go!" Lan Xishu squeezed Lan Xiwen's shoulders with his bare hands, nodded heavily, shook the reins, kicked the horse with the stirrup, and shot out in a straight line.

drive drive drive!

The six horses rushed towards Xu Sanyuan's team at a wide distance, like arrows leaving the string. The bushes on the slope were swept away intentionally, and the snow hangers were violently whipped away. The momentum of the brothers.

"Kill it!"

"Kill!"

The terrain of Yanchipo is steep in the east, and there are many rocks in Shawozi, while the downhill slope in the west is relatively flat and gentle. Looking at the southwest, the terrain is uneven and stretches down to connect the ax slope that rises for more than ten miles, while the side of Yanchi slope that connects to Jitou mountain in the west and north is gentle and long. There are very few towering trees all year round. The one-meter-high wild grass piled up in fluffy velvet, and the Yanchi Slope ended abruptly at the foot of the unique Jitou Mountain. Turning out from the foot of Jitou Mountain, it passes through the Yanchi Slope abstractly, and stretches towards the direction of the Axe Slope in a particularly monotonous and eye-catching manner. No need to explore any more. A group of shouting and mighty Tartar elite riders are coming roaring in the wind and snow, so there is no need to think about it. , the three-cross trough belt of Futou Slope and Yanchi Slope of Jitou Mountain will soon symphony into a murderous rumble.

The brothers who came out halfway didn't scare the tartars much, but they startled their own people. Some of them yelled and yelled and pointed their fingers, and their positions were chaotic. , appear flustered.

Someone's head poked out of the car curtain, turned around in panic, and then retracted, and then the curtain suddenly raised again, and a big white face stuck out.

"Our people! Jingwei? Jinyiwei!" There was a little eunuch with sharp eyes on Che Mou, shaking his orchid finger and pointing in the direction where Brother Lan Xishu and the others were rushing. Then he stretched his body and shouted loudly: "Grandpa Xu! Rescue is here. Our people."

"Front! Front! Shoot the arrow!" An old eunuch yelled, shaking his whisk.

Whoosh whoosh!

The flow of arrows was like a brief thunderstorm, quickly submerged in the speed of the Tartars, and even some arrows and crossbows did not shoot into the enemy group. Three or two fell off their horses, and were instantly swallowed up by people shouting and neighing. The Tartars were crushed like a stream. Come on, the rain of arrows from seventy or eighty people only played a little role in stopping the enemy and controlling the enemy, but the effect was not great. The clusters of arrows rained like itching in the air and disappeared under the chaotic hooves of the Tartars.

There was a scream, more than a dozen people in the front row were hit by the Tartars' long-range arrows, and an arrow with carved feathers was suddenly nailed to the eaves of the cart, and the old eunuch sat down on the shaft with a pale face. The startled ponytail twitched fiercely, and the little Fengyu next to him deftly flopped on the back of the coachman, and the two competed to see who would be the bottom.

Whizzing!