Chasing King

Feng Ye also saw Yan Sikong. He was stunned and his face suddenly changed. He suddenly raised his long gun and threw it in the direction of Yan Sikong.

They were thirty feet apart. Ordinary people had a hard time lifting the gun. Fengye let it fly over the army like an arrow. It was almost close to Yan Sikong's ear. The cold wind scratched his skin and hurt him.

A howl came from behind.

Yan Sikong suddenly turns his head, but he sees a duo Yanwei fall from his horse with a spear. The spear goes through his chest and pins his body to the ground, so that he can't even die.

Yan Sikong broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to be distracted any more. Yu Guang took aim at the enemy's attack. The long sword cut his chest and made a harsh sound. He dodged and was still scratched on his arm by the blade, but he didn't feel any pain at all. He swept by with his gun, rode over the enemy's body and roared: "rush, all rush for me, save the wolf king -"

the golden drum is flying all the way The valley, once covered with snow, is now turned into a bloody and muddy arena. The smell of blood, excrement, urine and gunpowder runs into my nose and makes me sick.

The cold wind of the first month whistles past and cuts people's skin like a knife. The battle is so dark that no one knows when the blade shuttling around will penetrate his body. No one knows whether he can live beyond today. They keep charging and chopping. Either you or I will die. Their eyes are more red than blood, and their expressions are more ferocious than ghosts.

This is the battlefield.

Fengye Yiqi was the first to lead Fengjia's army into the battle. He was born with divine power to cut people like wheat. The red Tianshan horse king was even more powerful than the beast. He trampled on the enemy's bones with iron hooves. If he walked on the ground, he took his soldiers to fight bravely and killed duo Yanwei, who had been rampant in Eastern Liaoning for 20 years. When he saw him, he fell under his horse wave after wave No one dares to come forward again. The big three color flag with the roaring wolf head and the word "Feng" on its face is worn-out, but it is still tied behind the horse by him, standing still in the cold wind.

Duo Yanwei's generals roared in Jurchen language, accompanied by the beating of drums, and the soldiers rushed up again. But the Feng family army bit the gap with blood and flesh, and tore it bigger and bigger. Finally, drunk red and Feng Ye flew over the top of the enemy's head and broke the head through the helmet. At the same time, they finally rushed out of the encirclement of the Jin soldiers!

Yan Sikong yelled: "Ming Jin, retreat --"

he saw a large number of Jin soldiers pouring into the pass. It must be the Jin people who found their plan to attack the West and sent a large army to pursue Fengye. There is a huge gap between the enemy and us. They can't fight for a moment.

The Zhengming of fengjiajun resounded through the valley, and the soldiers killed and retreated, and retreated along the way.

Feng Ye with a face of blood, ran to Yan Sikong side, not waiting for Yan Sikong mouth, roared: "who let you come!"

Yan Sikong is not willing to be outdone and roars: "less nonsense, withdraw first!"

Fengjiajun, like a tide ebbing, rushed to the entrance of Taoxian Road, where the terrain was narrow. If they swarmed by, they would be blocked. However, the fengjiajun's retreat was orderly, which showed that they were well-trained, but the Jin soldiers followed closely, and the soldiers in the rear were still fighting hard.

Fengye ordered: "you take them away first, and I'll cut them off."

"No, you're the general. You can't risk any more."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear and rushed to the rear with his elite troops. With him, the morale of the army was inspired. They fought with duo Yan Weishu to death and finally withdrew all the troops into Taoxian road.

Jin Bing saw that Taoxian road was lying in a strange place. He was afraid of ambush and didn't dare to chase him again.

When the sun rises and shines in the forest, Fengye finally returns to Yan Sikong.

When Yan Sikong saw the general running towards him on a fiery red horse, he felt his heart tremble. His hands holding the reins all had some strength. He didn't know whether it was frozen or

Feng Ye rode to Yan Sikong's side. He stood on the horse with one hand, as if supporting his body. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at Yan Sikong deeply. His face was covered with mud and blood. He could hardly see his true colors, but his eyes were sharp and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts.

Yan Sikong also looks at Feng Ye, and his face is in a mess.

"Are you hurt?" Feng Ye opened his mouth and his throat was hoarse. He looked at Yan Sikong, and the blood stabbed his eyes.

"It's just flesh and blood, and you." Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye anxiously. His six days in the mountains are six days of hunger and cold. He looks at Feng Ye with dark eyes, sunken cheeks, cracked lips and fingers, and blood all over his face. He doesn't know how many injuries he has suffered. It seems that he doesn't have much strength, and he can still hold on until now

"Not in the way." Feng Ye whispered, "I know you will come to save me."

"I said this plan is too dangerous. If I can't save you, you can think about the consequences."

"When I was eleven years old, I was ready to die in battle at any time from the moment I stepped on the horse. What will happen?" Feng Ye sneered, "it's a big deal to die."

Yan Sikong sighed.

"I'm glad you're so worried about me." Feng Ye's face was frozen, and he still managed to pull out a smile. He stared at Yan Sikong, his eyes burning. "You still risk to lead the soldiers to save me But you're not allowed to risk like that in the future. "Yan Sikong turned his face and avoided Fengye's fiery eyes: "I can write for Yan Sikong, and I can also cross swords immediately. What do you think of me as, a weak woman?"

"I see you as the flesh of my heart." Feng ye murmured, "it's no good to hurt a cent."

Yan Si Kong a clip horse belly: "quickly through this road, quickly back to Guangning."

Peach fairy road is long and deep. They walked for three hours before they finally went out.

Through the pass, a gust of wind blowing head-on, mixed with a trace of imperceptible odor, seems to be the smell of horse manure.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye raised their heads at the same time. The cliffs on both sides were not high, and the trees were sparsely trapped in the unfinished snow. They lost all their leaves, but still stood happily, as if struggling to grow up to the sky and get rid of frozen soil and ice.

It's not worth seeing more of this depressing landscape. What they see is the occasional tremor between the branches.

Feng Ye's face changed and he roared: "there's an ambush!"

The soldiers, who had just experienced a fierce battle and were tired and wounded, were all awakened by this fierce roar. Fengye's strict training for them all the year round made them not be in chaos even in the face of danger. The team split from the middle and tried to lean close to the mountain as much as possible. The troops raised their shield armor to protect the general.

Next moment, countless heads appeared on the low cliffs on both sides, and thousands of flying arrows fell from the sky!

The screams came one after another. The soldiers who thought they had snatched their lives from the gate of hell died in other places before they could celebrate.

How cruel.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong hide under the shield armour, listening to the dull sound of arrows on the top of their heads, just like the blade licking their neck.

Their life and death only depend on these pieces of shield armor. Don't they set up duckweeds on the sea, and their lives are at stake.

The horse hissed in his ear, and the drunken red around him twitched hard. Feng Ye yelled: "keep close to the mountain, quick!"

Yan Sikong looked back and saw that his drunken ass had been hit by two arrows. He was writhing in pain and wanted to get rid of the reins.

Fengye drags it, and it's about to drag it away. Yan Sikong and several soldiers also hold the reins and drag zuihong into a bunker.

The top of the head arrow rain like weaving, too late to avoid the soldiers fell one by one, the narrow pass inside suddenly corpses everywhere.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong look at each other, and their eyes are stained with despair.

When the Jin soldiers finished shooting their arrows, they began to push down the stone, and Feng Ye yelled: "withdraw -"

as they fled, Feng's archers fought back, but they were pitching and attacking. They were at a disadvantage. They were almost at the mercy of the mermaid. Huge stones and wooden blocks rolled down from the low cliff, and everywhere they went, they were all crushed bodies. Is that a tragedy in the world?

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong turn over and get on the horse. Drunk and suffering from the pain, they run to the mountain pass crazily, dodging the deadly arrows and stones.

Yan Sikong listened to the arrows flying by, and watched the huge stone run over the flesh and blood. The blood ran in the body, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his throat.

All of a sudden, a sharp arrow flew straight to Yansi.

"Kong'er --" Feng Ye roared wildly, and suddenly flew from the drunken red body, holding Yan Sikong in his arms.

Both of them fell off the horse. Yan Sikong's eyes were full of stars. He got up and saw that Fengye was lying on him, shaking violently.

Yan Sikong wants to help Feng Ye up. He reaches out his hand and touches a stick of sticky, hot blood. He is shocked all over and looks at it with a sharp arrow Through the chest.

Yan Sikong hummed in his head and roared out of control: "Fengye --"

Fengye's face is bloodless, his eyes are blurred, and his body is as hard to move as if it had been filled with lead. He listened to Yan Sikong calling him, calling his name, and his spare time finally called his name, not the cold and alienated "wolf king", but he could not stand up

"Protect the wolf king!" Yan Sikong yelled, "protect the wolf king!"

The armored men quickly gathered and again formed a barrier over their heads.

Yan Si was as hollow as a knife. He trembled and touched Feng Ye's face: "Feng Ye, Feng Ye, wake up, I'll take you back to the city now, I'll take you back to the city, do you hear me? Seal the field

Feng Ye coughed softly and said, "empty My son... "

"Fengye, you have to hold on, you have to hold on!" Yan Sikong only felt that he had never been so desperate in his life. Even if he was about to burn himself, he just felt relieved. Unlike now, at this moment, they were all going to be buried here.

He is not afraid of death. Killing him thousands of times can't destroy his pride. But Fengye can't die. Fengye is a generation of God generals. He is the proud son of heaven who wants to shine all over the world and live forever. Such a person can't die here or in this vulgar and nameless place!

But who can save them?

Yan Sikong, holding Fengye's weak body, growled with indignation.

"Don't I'm afraid... " Feng Ye said in Yan Sikong's ear, "we Together... "Yan Sikong was pathetic and tears rolled down.

Do you want to kill them here?!

All of a sudden, a sharp wolf howled across the battlefield!