"There is a high-ranking Han official in the camp opposite. As long as you capture him, the Han army will not dare to touch us!"

Han Qiu pointed forward, "Otherwise, we will all die here. You only have one last chance, so go quickly!"

The Xianbei leader ran away in a panic again.

Han Qiu looked at the wolf slave and the eagle shooter with a crazy look on his face: "Wolf slave and eagle slave, you two, follow us too!"

Feng Yong, who was holding a telescope to observe the enemy's situation, noticed Hu Qi's abnormality.

Not only did they not collapse when their retreat was cut off, but they all gathered together abnormally.

I quickly understood the other party’s intention: the other party was going to fight to the death.

"Don't be afraid, the reinforcements have arrived. This is the last charge of the thieves! Hold on, we will win if we hold on!"

He even sent Zhang Muzhi down to encourage the troops at the front.

The reinforcements from the north have begun to divide into two groups, and one of the cavalry troops is going around here, so the other side has only one last chance.

The opponent no longer cared about the casualties and charged forward non-stop.

Although Bubu was protected by iron armor, the armor could not offset the impact of the war horse.

A section of the trench was already filled with dead horses and corpses. Hu Qi used his horse power to jump over and rush into the camp.

The tribe shouted, and four or five spears provoked the knights.

There was a group of people in front who didn't have time to move away. They were hit by war horses and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The bones in their bodies were broken and they fell to the ground.

Hu Qi charged regardless of casualties, finally causing some chaos in the camp.

Their goal is very clear, that is, they want to rush in front of Feng Yong at all costs.

But this is in vain.

The tribesmen fought desperately to keep them at bay.

Both sides were furious.

Feng Yong stood firm, gritted his teeth, and stared at the brutal fighting less than thirty steps ahead.

At this time, suddenly a loud roar sounded from the side.

Feng Yong turned his head and looked subconsciously.

I saw an extremely tall thief, holding a long mace, sweeping over.

The three or four people standing in front of him were all shaken and fell backwards.

Feng Yong could even clearly see that the weapon in Bu Qu's hand was swept into the air.

The thief let out another muffled roar and pushed hard, and the people who were trying to block his progress from both sides were pushed away again.

The thief strode forward, only less than twenty steps away from Feng Yong.

Feng Yong finally changed his expression and asked in silence: "Who is this?"

In the chaos caused by the wolf slave, the Condor Shooter who had been following finally found an opportunity.

He quickly drew the bow and arrow, and with a "peng" sound, the arrow feathers shot towards Feng Yong like lightning.

Feng Yong suddenly felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and at the same time, a sense of fear gripped him tightly.

Before he could react, the arrow had already hit his chest.

The powerful impact knocked him back two steps. He felt his eyes go dark, he couldn't even lift his breath, and his body was about to fall limply.

With the world spinning, he used his remaining sanity and relied on his feelings to stumble and lean against the handsome flagpole behind him.

It took a while for the dizzy feeling to disappear. Feng Yong regained his breath and touched the place where the arrow was hit with lingering fear.

My chest hurts so much that it's a little difficult to breathe.

It felt like the bones in my chest were cracked.

I looked down and saw an arrow feather falling at my feet.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the arrow feathers were shot, and saw that the eagle shooter seemed to have a look of surprise in his eyes, and he set up another arrow in his hand.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared from behind him, and Feng Yong could even catch a very bright sword light.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Condor Shooter suddenly covered his neck, shook his body, and fell down.

The black shadow killed the Condor Shooter and stabbed the tall thief from behind again without changing his castration.

Everything happened so fast that the thief had no idea what was happening behind him.

He is trying his best to cover the Condor Shooter so that the Condor Shooter can find the right time to take action.

It wasn't until a small section of the sword tip penetrated the left side of his chest that he felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

The black shadow raised and lowered its hands to attack the two of them in succession, and both succeeded in one blow.

The thief used his last bit of strength to sweep the mace back and it was empty...

The black shadow seemed to have anticipated the opponent's move, and rolled back without even drawing out his sword.

Feng Yong gasped, looking a little stunned at this scene on the battlefield.

Seeing that the black shadow seemed to disappear into the chaos, he quickly reached into his arms to take out the telescope, only to realize that his arms were empty.

The five hundred thousand telescope fell far ahead and broke into two pieces.

It turned out that when he was shot by the eagle shooter just now, he accidentally threw the telescope away.

After thinking about this, Feng Tibi felt his chest hurt even more.

Hu Qi's desperate charge finally gave the thieves a chance to rush to Feng Yong's side, but was easily resolved by the black shadow.

They have no chance.

Feng Yong ignored the reinforcements that started to attack Hu Qi. He was still looking around, trying to find the dark figure.

Those two swords were so stunning that they made him feel dazzled.

Over the years, the martial arts skills he has seen are all aimed at fighting on the battlefield and killing the most enemies in the fastest way.

It doesn't matter whether you die or not, what's important is that the enemy can lose its combat effectiveness.

Even in the martial arts practiced by Guan Ji, who is a woman, her moves are wide open and wide.

On the other hand, the black shadow just now was more like a means of assassination.

Be fast, accurate, ruthless, and pay attention to getting the right shot.

However, Feng Yong did not see the black shadow appear again until the battlefield was cleared.

"I have met the Lord!"

Jufu, Liu Hun and Huo Yi all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Feng Yong standing under the commander's banner safe and sound.

Feng Yong waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and then said: "Liu Hun, come here."

Liu Hun stepped forward somewhat confused.

Feng Yong stretched out his arms and put his arms around his shoulders. Then he dared to take a step forward and took a long breath: "It hurts me so much. Help me go to the tent to have a rest."

Liu Hun was Feng Yong's long-term follower at first. Although he is now a marquis, how can the Marquis of Guannei be as big as the other marquises?

So Feng Yong asked him to help him without any pressure.

He was holding on with just one breath, and had to half-lean on the flagpole to keep from falling.

Although the inner lining was covered with high-quality fine chain mail, the arrows used by the eagle shooters were long and heavy, and Feng Yong felt that the chain mail might have been shot halfway through.

"The Lord is injured?"

When several people heard what Feng Yong said, their expressions changed.

"I was shot with an arrow, but it didn't penetrate the armor. It doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!