"Flash!" Several escorts shouted loudly, intending to pounce on him, but the distance was too far. They opened their eyes and looked at Fatty Gao, who was not strong enough, and his thick legs immediately fell under the teeth of King Huo.

A fresh rainbow suddenly popped out of the mouth of the thick king. With the sound of the turbulent uranium from the "Table ping-top", the head was split into pieces. The wolves lost their leader and fled in scattered with their tails.

"Who fired the gun? You are looking for death? Gao Deyong, who escaped from death, suddenly turned pale and shouted angrily with his big eyes like a copper bell. He turned around and saw Qiao Qing'er's face was white, and she was holding a fat three-eyed musket in her hand. In her blue eyes, tears rolled around, because there were so many people around her that she could barely fall down.

The anger turned into tenderness in an instant. Gao Deyong couldn't bear to blame Jing'er, so he took off his marten cloak covered in blood and threw it on the ground, wiped the blood on his sword body and hands in the mud and sand, walked to Qing'er, tightened her collar tightly, and asked softly: "Why are you here? Didn't you ask you to wait in the tent?"

Qing'er hugged Gao Deyongde's fat waist tightly with her arms, buried her head deeply on the fat man's broad chest, and tears instantly penetrated her husband's clothes.

"Don't do this, everyone is watching us." Chu Hu looked around, patted Qing'er's back awkwardly, and whispered in Jing'er's ear.

"I don't care, fat man, don't even think about leaving me behind. You will be determined in this life," Jing'er said sobly while smearing her nose on her chubby clothes.

Gao Deyong sighed helplessly and told the corpses: "Everyone washes the weapons stained with wolf blood and throws away the bloody clothes on the spot. The group of wolves may have been infected with mad dog plague."

"Be careful, if you have wounds on your body, don't get food and blood. Remove the tent immediately and walk into the poplar forest on the left. Don't forget to sprinkle behind the camels." The old escort leader Zhang Huairen added a few words. He also walked behind the escorts and took off his coat and threw it into the bushes.

Everyone did not dare to neglect their clothes and swords, and hurried back to the camp. They collected the camp tent and placed it on the camel's back, and disappeared into the poplar forest under the glimmer of light in the sky. The old slutch leader Zhang Huairen personally used weeds to break the broom. While carefully hiding the traces of the camel's scattered the maze that was chasing the hunting guards on the dead grass in late autumn. When they walked out for three or five miles, a sharp sound of horse hooves suddenly came from his ears.

"Bend down the camel and prepare for the guy. You can't do it first without my greeting." Fatty Gao pulled Qing'er behind him, took out his telescope, and squatted behind a big tree near the edge of the woods.

The sound of horse hooves came from the direction where everyone was camping just now. In the faint twilight, Gao Deyong saw more than fifty horses rushing over from a distance and stopped to the camp where everyone was abandoned. An officer dressed in a leader jumped off the horse and walked around the camp for several steps. He waved the horse whip and pointed directly at the crowd.

The light cavalry shouted and turned over the horse. Several sheepdogs, the size of calf, rushed towards the southwest, and while rushing, they kept pressing their noses to the dead grass. While running, the sheepdog in the front screamed sadness. The four hooves became soft and fell on the grass. While the light cavalry were confused, the other sheepdogs followed suit. They also spit out white foam and curled up beside the horse's hooves. In the sky

Did he offend the gods? The riders panicked and became a mess around the sheepdog that could not get up. In the vast twilight, the wail of wild wolves came faintly. Several timid knights were so scared that they pulled out their swords and danced in the air, as if there were unjust souls entangled their necks.

"Puchi", Xiaoer, who was hiding behind Fatty Gao, holding a little Qianliyan peeking, couldn't help laughing. She was afraid that Pang Yi would blame him, so she freed up a hand and gently covered her mouth. She turned around and asked the old slut Zhang Huairen, "Old swordsman, what magic weapon do you use? How can their dog die when they smell it?"

"The sweating pill made by the murderer, the old corpsorrower replied dissatisfiedly. The charming young woman in front of her was a rash man. If she hadn't been eager to save her husband, she would not have attracted pursuers due to the sound of muskets. Although the sweating pill can be blocked for a while, I'm afraid that all the troops under Timuer's command would send search teams after tonight. In order to maintain the effect of a long-distance raid, Timuer did not hesitate to kill all the tribes along the way, so naturally he would not allow his small group of people to leak under the eyes of the army.

As expected by the old escort, the officer leading the team drew out his saber and cut off all the shepherds one by one. Then he let out a shrill whistle, perhaps because of some special whistle. The harsh sound came from the open grassland and the edge of the woodland, and it took a long time to hear the echo.

As soon as the echo fell, the same whistle sounded from all directions. The corpses did not dare to get up, hid in the dense forest and watched carefully. Even the camel knew that the danger was coming, so he carefully pressed his head to the ground.

One team, two teams, three teams, countless light cavalry appeared in the twilight like ghosts that suddenly escaped from hell. Some rode horses, and some rode on ostracized, quickly gathered towards the previous group of cavalry. Although there were many teams, they gathered together, but they kept their respective formations intact. The officers led the team surrounded them in a circle, as if discussing something. After a while, the light cavalry dispersed according to their original formation and expanded and searched around.

Huge beads of sweat rolled down from Gao Deyong's forehead, and the autumn wind blew, but no one felt the chill. There were more than 120 opponents, and judging from the performance of the gathering just now, they could be said to be well-trained. Including Qing'er and the camel husband, there were less than twenty people. Once the two sides contacted each other, the battle was more and more dangerous.

"Fatty, I'll go and lead them away. You can take the opportunity to lead everyone away." The old escort leader Zhang Huairen smiled bitterly and leaned into Gao Deyong's ear to discuss.

A huge force came from his shoulder to press the old archer back to the tree. Gao Deyong withdrew his fat big hand and whispered: "Wait a minute, it's dark soon, we still have hope of escape. Besides, if you rush out, they will not believe that you are missing alone."

All the escorts were silent. Although they had done some concealment of hiding when Sali was just now, the Turkic cavalry who saw so many corpses of wild beasts would not believe that a person might have lost a nest of wolves. The enemy was pulled away, and it was only a few hours of breath. After the cavalry found out that they were deceived, they would definitely come back. After this vast twilight, I don’t know how many military horses and jackals were hidden. In the clouds, I don’t know how many soldiers and horses were hidden.

"Squeak,——Squeak", a piccolo suddenly came from the edge of the river. The cavalry searched around gave up searching and rushed towards the direction of the flute. Gao Deyong stood up slowly, bowed his back, and ran to the river carefully with the protection of the trees, and lay behind a big tree on the edge of the forest like a bear.

Qing'er cares about his safety. The ground is not thick and cold. She used to crawling over under the cover of dead grass, "hiding at the feet of Gao Fatty.

The scene before her was tragic. Seven or eight ragged clothes and muddy shepherds were protecting several women and children. They called and rushed left and right. The cavalry under Timuer was catching cats and mice, running around the crowd. Every time they cycled, a person would inevitably fall under the sabre.

"Ah," a tall shepherd shouted, rushing towards the cavalry team like crazy. The machete in his hand became a green light. His face was not clear in the dusk. Only the long howl of despair came along the evening breeze, making his scalp numb. Two camels that were facing the shepherd tacitly pushed apart, one on both sides, held the shepherd in the middle, waved the sabers, and the long howl instantly turned into a terrible cry, slowly weakening, and slowly turning into a moan before death.

In the grass, Jing'er gritted her teeth tightly, and the anger in her eyes almost ignited the dead grass in front of her. The nightmare of the era seemed to suddenly reappear, and scenes slowly appeared in front of her.

The same cavalry, the same slaughter, the same warriors, the cowardly surrendered. The entire city was destroyed, and the rest were just a few of them, who had relatively beautiful little girls, who had lost their relatives, their homes, their fame, and were transferred to the hands of human traffickers. They didn't know what fate they would face tomorrow.

A warm big hand covered Jing'er's eyes, gently wiped away the tears on her face. Screams were endless, and the cavalry's game was over. No man survived. Whether the escapees or surrenders, several women in the tribe couldn't bear to be humiliated alive, so they picked up the knife from their relatives' hands and stabbed each other in the chest. They fell on the grass with their companions, staring at the blue-black sky, and gave the final question to Changshengtian.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha", the cavalry's grim laughter came again. Jing'er wanted to see what happened outside, but the telescope was taken away by Gao Deyong, and even his eyes were blinded by the fat man's big hands. With a grim smile, Jing'er heard the woman's sad begging for mercy, and heard the painful cry. Suddenly all the sounds stopped abruptly. The evening breeze brought a crisp baby cry.

"Fatty, someone has given birth to a baby" Qing'er struggled and asked in a low voice, but Fatty Gao did not answer. With a grim smile, the first baby's cry also stopped abruptly, and the whole death was silent, leaving only the devil's grin reverberating in the air.

The smell of blood slowly floated and slowly floated away. The dew wet everyone's backs, and everyone felt it. The big tree in front of the old escort Zhang Huairen had been scratched by him, and ten fingers were tightly buckled into the big tree. The situation of several escorts was similar, with their faces ashen, and the soil in front of them was bulging into small piles, each of which suppressed the urge to fight out.

The cavalry under the command of the lame wolf Timuer left and was satisfied with the killing. The grassland in the distance was covered with the corpses of the shepherd. The herdsmen who had escaped the slaughter of the slaughter did not escape Timuer's poisonous hands. Women, children, babies... in the sky

"Go out and bury them, they died because of us," Gao Deyong whispered, his voice as if he had lost his life, without any emotion. The corpses walked out of the bushes one after another, collected the remains of the herdsmen on the grass, and buried them with soil and weeds. No one spoke, and everyone seemed to have died in the massacre just now.

"What am I going to be a swordsman?" The old escort leader Zhang Huairen squatted into the cemetery with his head in his arms, and could not stand up in shame.

"Let's go, we're just going to die. Their sword skills were learned in the massacre. Without this kind of bloody massacre, Temuer could not establish his empire at all." Fatty Gao gently mixed up old escorts, and mixed up escorts who were kneeling in front of the grave.

"Where are we going? Timur's army in front, and so are behind," the camel husband asked in despair. Except for Qing'er in the team, he was the worst martial arts. The massacre just now scared his courage. In the darkness, his face was as white as a corpse.

"Follow the Ikksai River to the north and go to Alimatu (Almaty), where it was the pearls on the grassland and the daughters of the rivers," said Gao Fatty.

"Fatty, will that city still exist?" the old umbrella asked in confusion?

"No, but Temur will definitely regard it as a big supply station, and the one stationed there must be his confidant. From tonight, everyone will be wronged to take away the escort flags and destroy all the marks of the Zhan Insurance Store. Remember, you are all my followers, and my Mongolian name is Alsilang (Lion)." Gao Fatty took out a lion made of bluestone from his arms, weighed it up in self-deprecatingly, and continued: "This place is less than 200 miles away from Alimatu. From tomorrow on, we will no longer hide. We will sway forward as the banner of my past, sway forward, and see the pursuers find that we are fast, or we run fast. Remember, I am Alsilang, Temur's life-saving Siren, and a rotten brother. Whether you can return to the Central Plains alive depends on your luck in the past two days. No matter what happens, everyone must endure it. Only by holding it back can we have the chance to send the news of the enemy's attack back to the Ming Dynasty."

As soon as he left the wolf's den, he ran to the tiger's den. The old slut leader Zhang Huairen couldn't help but groan. In his annoyance, there was a clear voice in his heart repeating what Gao Deyong said, "Temuer must treat it as a large supply station, and the one stationed there must be his confidant, the big supply station, the confidant..."
Chapter completed!