Yu Jun

Zhang Gongfeng was shocked by this tragic scene, and the injury on his scalp became insignificant. He sat on the horse blankly, watching the scene in front of him suddenly change.

The mountains of corpses and seas of blood were left behind, and the sounds of fighting were distant and vague. The snow was trampled by Jinlu's horses, revealing the yellow sand and rough rocks underneath. From a distance, you can see Hengshan Mountain, with endless snow peaks, below. The rocks are exposed, and the road becomes narrower and muddy in the crisscrossing ravines. An eagle spreads its wings and soars in the air, staring at passers-by. A hundred elite soldiers stir up a strong wind, but the eagle is indifferent.

The golden crow fell to the west, adding another layer of coldness on top of the severe cold. The sky suddenly became dark, the eagle returned to its nest and left, the heaven and earth stopped making noise, and only the sound of horse hooves shook like thunder, breaking this cruel silence.

Zhang Gongfeng felt like he was being tortured, he was cold and tired, and he didn't know when he would stop. He only saw Mo Lingfeng's back and ran headlong into the darkness.

An hour later, Mo Lingfeng reined in his horse suddenly, and the horse stood upright, neighing loudly and spitting out clouds of white air.

She rolled her saddle and dismounted, and the elite soldiers behind her also followed suit. After Yin Nan dismounted, he saw Zhang Gongfeng riding on the horse, motionless, and reached out to grab the silk ribbon around his waist and pulled it down hard.

Zhang Gongfeng was caught off guard. He fell from his horse and fell to the ground. His whole body ached. After screaming in pain, he squirmed and tried to get up.

Yin Nan was extremely strong, so he bent down and reached out, holding the back of his clothes with one hand, and lifted him up.

The surroundings were already dark, and no one spoke. Even the war horses stopped making noise after neighing. Zhang Chongfeng's breathing was so loud that he was startled.

Mo Lingfeng shouted: "Set up an ambush!"

This is the only way to Sanchuan Village, and there is enough room to set up an ambush around it.

The elite soldiers took action immediately. Some drove their horses away from here, while the rest hid in the ravine. The weak skylight made these black shadows more and more blurry.

The last sound was the sound of a knife being unsheathed.

The snow fell without warning, quietly, and soon accumulated on Zhang Zongfeng's head. He patted the snow on his head with his hands that had no feeling, took off his crane cloak, covered his head, huddled up, shivering, and his teeth They all started to shiver, secretly glad that they didn't take off this warm clothing when they were at Hou's house.

He squinted his eyes in the snowy light and watched the soldiers lying in the ravine being buried like snowmen. Mo Lingfeng, who was aloof and pampered by Mo Qianlan in his hands, could actually endure such pain.

Two-quarters of an hour later, the sound of horse hooves broke the silence. Jin Lu failed in his surprise attack and was not willing to fight. He galloped towards Sanchuan Village with lightning speed. His horse hooves kicked up the snow. In the heavy snow, after fighting hard, Jin Lu was covered in the smell of blood and carried a knife and belt. Bow, with wounded soldiers on his back, the flag still standing, and nearly a thousand men and horses, are going to Sanchuan Village.

Zhang Gongfeng suddenly held his breath and widened his eyes. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand, and it was difficult to breathe. The sound of horse hooves came from far to near, overwhelming, so close that the sound of the flag waving was within his ears.

The Mo army did not move.

Zhang Gongfeng's heart was beating wildly as he watched the iron hooves raised high in front of him, and the ice and snow debris he stepped on turned into sharp blades and hit the hiding ambush.

Jinlu is already close at hand.

Zhang Gongfeng couldn't help but swallow a gulp of saliva. At this moment, Mo Lingfeng suddenly waved the long knife in his hand and slashed towards the horse's hoof.

With a "Pfft" sound, the blade of the blade was embedded in the flesh. Jinlu's horse fell forward without even neighing. Jinlu reacted quickly on the horse, and while leaping forward, his feet quickly came out of the stirrups. He put his feet on the horse's back, jumped up, and pulled out the scimitar. As soon as he landed, the blade came face to face and pierced his neck. (End of chapter)