There is no moon tonight, and everyone can only rely on the glimmer of the wind lamp to distinguish the direction.

But these twenty cavalrymen were as if they had adapted to this environment and were not affected by any circumstances at all.

Zhou Yang had no advantage in visually, and he had to sacrifice his advantage in agility in order to deal with weapons that were attacked from all directions.

If you continue to fight like this, it is equivalent to being left alone.

So he decided to let go and throw himself into the enemy's formation regardless of his own safety. The tiger roaring spear was like a living thing in his hands, and he took the enemy's vital points just right wherever he went.

The little emperor is relatively short and thin, and his body is slightly bent, so he is within his protection area and there is almost no danger.

On the contrary, Zhou Yang forced himself into the enemy formation and was stabbed several times on his body, forcing the enemy to take a few steps back in order to change the current unfavorable situation.

The cavalry did not expect that he was so powerful that his formation was scattered by him for a moment. If he wanted to merge into one place, he had to defeat the iron spear in his hand first.

In terms of force, no one of these cavalry fights against Zhou Yang alone is his opponent.

Their advantage is this half-moon formation that can be replaced by a round-rotating attack. If they lose this advantage, they will be defeated back to their original form, just over twenty more powerful cavalrymen.

However, these people are all experienced and war-torn people, so how can they give the other party any chance to escape?

Just as he was planning to reorganize the formation and surrounded Zhou Yang in the center, he saw that the iron spear in his hand suddenly turned into countless gun shadows and stabbed each cavalry head-on. It seemed simple, but in fact it contained many changes. It could be changed to sweep or side-strike in the air at any time.

Each cavalry actually had the illusion of fighting alone, and focused on dealing with the enemy in front of him, not daring to be distracted at all, and even reorganized the formation.

Zhou Yang knew that he had tried his best to survive. If he could not break through the siege, he could only wait to die obediently.

In fact, he did not want to fight so hard. Once he found the opportunity to escape, he immediately pushed the little emperor out of the encirclement. Only then could he take a horse stance without any scruples and attack with a fierce momentum.

"Dang--" a clash of weapons.

Zhou Yang and one of the cavalrymen splattered blood at the night sky at the same time. His chest was cut by the enemy's spear, drawing a deep and long blood mark, but knocking the other party down with one punch.

Then he clamped his feet with his abdomen and rushed out of the siege. He aimed the tail of the gun at the hands of the little emperor for him to hold it. He pulled it hard, dragged him onto the horse's back, and finally galloped desperately towards the east of the city.

The little emperor hugged him tightly, not because of fear, but because of being moved, shed tears.

Since he ascended the throne, almost everything he did was under control, and no one would have so despised his life for him.

Zhou Yang felt the tears of the little emperor behind him, because the salty tears flowed to the wound that had just been cut, and the fatal pain would immediately double.

However, he still endured the pain, controlled the horse with one hand, and held the tiger roar spear tightly in his left hand, so that he could deal with the cavalry chasing behind him at any time.

Until they saw the city gate ahead, they were very surprised.

The joy was that he was finally about to leave Chang'an, and the shock was that the guards at the gate were very strict. When he saw Zhou Yang covered in blood, he immediately raised his halberd to greet him and shouted: "Stop!"

Zhou Yang was about to continue fighting by swinging his gun, but let the little emperor grab his shoulder with one hand.

The little emperor was wise in a hurry, poked his head out from behind, and shouted angrily: "Bold, don't you kneel down when you see me?"

Although his voice was still crisp and tender, he had a kingly aura. Besides, he was wearing a dragon robe, so he was undoubtedly the current emperor. The guards were a little surprised and Zhou Yang took the opportunity to rush over.

These defenders could not resist the tiger roaring spear in his hand. They did not dare to offend the little emperor, and they also hoped to save their lives, so they had to give in.

Zhou Yang rushed out of the city gate and looked around, but he could not see Dong Yu, thinking that this nerd was indeed inefficient in his work.

Anyway, there are horses now, as long as you can return to Luoyang, no matter what Dong Hui or Dong Zhuo he is.

He rode his war horse and ran east quickly.

Later, the Xiliang cavalry were still chasing her, but a dense forest appeared in front of her. The little emperor was overjoyed and shouted, "We want to go, they can't find it."

Zhou Yang thought so at first, but he immediately pulled the reins and headed in another direction.

"Mr. Ding?" the little emperor said strangely.

"If you go east, you will inevitably encounter more difficult enemies." Zhou Yang remembered that Dong Zhuo had sent Hua Xiong to guard against Sun Jian's army earlier.

Therefore, he had to change his way and flee, but the more than 20 cavalrymen behind him were all proficient in equestrianism.

If this continues, they will soon be caught up. With Zhou Yang's current injury and the need to protect the little emperor behind him, they may only fall into a more steep dilemma than before. Moreover, if they fight with these elite cavalry immediately, they will be even more willing to sacrifice their strengths and weaknesses.

Zhou Yang asked, "Can Your Majesty ride a horse?"

The little emperor was stunned for a moment, feeling inappropriate in his heart, and said in a terrified voice: "Yes, it's OK, but... there's no way to run as fast as Mr. Ding."

Zhou Yang said with a side face, "That's all right. Your Majesty keeps heading north like this. Time is not allowed to be asked more, do you understand?"

After saying that, he didn't let the little emperor have the chance to hesitate, so he handed the reins to him and said in a deep voice: "Don't want mother-in-law and mother."

When the horse's speed began to slow down, he jumped out, rolled on the ground for a few times, and looked at the backs of the little emperor and the fast horse, and felt relieved.

When the more than twenty cavalry in the rear chased him, Zhou Yang supported himself with his gun.

He knew that this was a critical moment of life and death, so he couldn't retreat, so he felt aroused aura, straightened his spear, and laughed: "Come on!"

More than 20 cavalrymen have seen big scenes of thousands of troops, and have experienced life-threatening lives and accumulated countless combat experience. They are not shocked by any momentum. They still set up a half-moon formation and are ready for the battle.

Zhou Yang secretly praised in his heart, and at the same time he thought that the tiger and leopard cavalry around Cao Cao and the soldiers trained by Geng Long must also have this quality.

Since the fight, he has suffered five minor injuries and two severe injuries that have been stabbed by a spear.

But no enemy was killed, and no one was even injured.

It was hazy at this time, and it was another dawn.

The cavalry did not form a siege, but gradually approached, trying to bring him a sense of psychological oppression. As long as he had the idea of ​​escaping, he would be immediately beaten without mercy.

However, Zhou Yang lacked a little emperor behind him, but he had no idea. He put his life and death aside, swung his tiger roaring spear, and killed the enemy without saying a word.

The enemy obviously did not expect that the other party would still be so motivated until now when they fought to the death.

Zhou Yang arrived in a breeze and finally broke the peace again.

Lin Ye, who was originally peaceful, now seemed to have become his own battlefield, coming and going freely in the shadow of swords, spears and swords.

Any cavalry will immediately retreat into the formation if he only fights for one round, and another cavalry will be replaced.

More than 20 cavalrymen were killed and retreated by him alone, and their momentum was completely suppressed by the opponent, and their formation was gradually disrupted.

In an instant, Zhou Yang found the gap between the enemy.

The tiger roared a red light and rushed straight into the sky like a blood dragon. Finally, it surpassed the head of one of the cavalry who had just been put on. The armor on his body was cracked in half, and he fell to the ground motionlessly.

Zhou Yang took the opportunity to sweep left and right like lightning, and took the core cavalry in the center and penetrated the opponent's door with one shot.

The half-moon formation was finally in chaos, and more than 20 cavalrymen lost their accurate position and had to fight each other.

"when!"

Zhou Yang suddenly jumped forward and shot back at the cavalry attacking from behind.

The cavalryman was shaken off his sword and his whole body was shocked. He was just unable to understand why the other party suddenly burst out with such an amazing force, but blood ejaculated from his chest.

The nearby woods were blown by the morning breeze, and time seemed to have slowed down. Zhou Yang suddenly couldn't feel the people beside him falling down one by one, just like swimming slowly in stillness, waving his iron gun to the rhythm of the wind forest.

When the sun rose in the east, the last cavalry kept sweating in front of him. Facing the dazzling sunlight, he realized that there was no more companion who could stand up.

Zhou Yang looked at the enemy with a calm tone: "Go back and tell your master that Your Majesty is no longer his puppet, do you understand?"

After the cavalry left, he relaxed his whole body, half-kneeled with a gun, his lips turned white, knowing that he was exhausted due to excessive bleeding.

I wonder if the little emperor had reached the Yellow River. In order not to let him wait for a long time, Zhou Yang took a deep breath and tried hard to move forward.

At this time, a group of horse hooves came again not far away.

Zhou Yang sighed inwardly that my fate was over, so he simply sat anywhere, leaned against the body of one of the cavalrymen, with his legs wide open, and was waiting to be captured.

There were about 200 people this time, but they did not look like the Xiliang Army, but were just ordinary cavalrymen.

The general in charge looked pretty, but he could recognize Dong Yu next to him at a glance. Zhou Yang felt at ease. Unexpectedly, the nerd did not bring a quick horse, but hired a bunch of reinforcements.

But what can these cavalry do when they come?

OK! Zhou Yang thought to himself, they can at least come and help me.

Dong Yu got off the horse and ran over, and asked anxiously: "Mr. Ding, where is Your Majesty?"

Zhou Yang did not answer immediately, and looked at the general behind him. If the other party was Dong Zhuo's subordinate, they would never let them take the little emperor who had worked so hard to escape from Chang'an back.

The general was dressed in gorgeous clothes. After Dong Yu introduced him, he realized that he was Dong Cheng, the father-in-law of Emperor Xian of Han.

Zhou Yang knew that this person was loyal to the little emperor, so he told him what had just happened without any concealment.

When Dong Cheng heard this, he planned to send someone to help Zhou Yang heal his wounds, but he insisted on healing on the road and heading to the Yellow River together.
Chapter completed!