If it were Zheng Pingyi on weekdays, he should have understood the meaning of it the moment Mu Zheng chose to cut off the back. But that arrow not only hurt Zheng Pingyi's face, but the internal energy contained in it also penetrated into Zheng Pingyi's head. As long as he had a little thought of thinking, he would have a headache!
This is not a very powerful internal force, but in Zheng Pingyi's current state, he could not remove it at all. He could only continue to run towards Langfu under the escort of his personal guards. Although he would occasionally instinctively cut the enemy cavalry to death with a slash, he could not change the end of his complete defeat this time.
The only thing worthy of his gratitude is that the enemy's target is always himself, and Feng Xin is not at risk. If the enemy wants to ambush himself and attack Feng Xin, then in the end he will only get nothing.
The Wolf King understands this, and Zheng Pingyi also understands it.
These are the whole story that Zheng Pingyi reflected in his mind as soon as he was ambushed in himself. Although some details were still not sorted out, they were almost inseparable. Moreover, Zheng Pingyi had a strong intuition. This was just the enemy's first step. If you know that you will reach the goal, you will have a second step and the third step will follow immediately.
So now as long as you rush back to Langfu and let all the enemy's abacus fail, no matter what the subsequent strategy the enemy uses, you can only break it without attacking it.
At this moment, Zheng Pingyi was in the core of the first echelon of retreat, surrounded by dozens of personal guards, taking his safe protection.
Another small group of captive cavalry surrounded him. Zheng Pingyi felt a little angry. The war horses of these captives were still much stronger than the war horses he had tried every means to collect from various pastures, otherwise he would not have been able to escape the enemy's pursuit.
The eight guards of the Marquis' Mansion who were guarding the left and right went up to meet them. Before leaving Zheng Pingyi, they all stared at the direction of the Marquis seriously. This was the last glance, because they were heading to meet the enemy, they had already determined to die!
Beside Zheng Pingyi, an angry roar and a painful scream were mixed. Every roar from the guards of the Hou Mansion would touch Zheng Pingyi's nerves. He didn't even dare to look up from the left and right, because he knew that the lives of the guards around him were dying one after another, and he could do nothing except run away.
The hand holding the reins was bloodless and terriblely cold, while the wound on his forehead made him feel hot, as if he was stamped with a red soldering iron on his head. An energy called resentment kept fermenting inside, burning the wound and preventing it from healing.
In the chaotic army that was chasing behind, a archer with a scar on his face stared at Zheng Pingyi who was guarded by everyone. Just now, the arrow left the wound on Zheng Pingyi's face that Zheng Pingyi would never forget. But he wanted far more than that.
He took the bow and took the arrow, and made it all in one go, aiming and shooting, flowing through the clouds and flowing water.
Another guard of the Marquis' Mansion fell down. Although the other guards behind immediately changed their formation and protected the gap, one of them even deliberately blocked the shield in the direction of their own, the team with one missing still had some gaps.
This gap is not big, but it is not small. As you keep running and pulling, the flaw will gradually be torn apart, and then it will be the time to shoot yourself.
A mature Sagittarius has always had extraordinary patience. The scar on his face that almost completely split his entire face shook like an earthworm, and then returned to silence.
====I am so happy to see the dividing line ====
The third time he broke through the enemy's encirclement, there were less than a hundred Wei cavalry who could follow Shang Zhengyu and Mu Zheng at this moment.
Another muffled groan. The general of the Wei who was guarding Mu Zheng was not careful for a moment and was caught in an arrow at his waist. The arrow penetrated his protective armor and penetrated into his body. The general had no strength to cut off the excess arrow by swinging his sword. He could only lie on the horse's back with panting, shaking left and right, as if he would fall from the horse at any time.
This was the third arrow he had already shot. The excessive blood loss had already blurred his vision. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Through the insignificant gap, he looked at General Mu Zheng, who was hurried over to protect because he was caught in the arrow, and suddenly had a sense of enlightenment in his heart.
I can't go back to you, but at least I can't drag the general down.
roar--
The power burst out from somewhere, the general suddenly roared, stepped on the stirrups with his feet, and rushed out of the horse's back, hitting a cavalry who had just caught up with him, trying to kill Mu Zheng from behind. The generals of the Wei Dynasty hugged the man's waist tightly, and the two rolled and pulled him off the war horse!
"Wang Ning!"
Mu Zheng's eyes were red. He was a very promising general under his command, and he was a brother who had been born and died countless times with him, but he still couldn't save him.
ah--
Mu Zheng let out a long roar, and the steel gun in his hand slashed at the scapul warrior beside him who had been fighting with him. The steel gun that penetrated into his internal strength could not be resisted by ordinary scapul warriors. Although this man used a scimitar to hold the scimitar, the unparalleled force directly pressed the scimitar and hit his shoulder. With a click, the scapul warrior's shoulder blades suddenly cracked, and his left arm twisted and drooped in horror. The only intact right arm hurriedly pulled the reins and pulled away from Mu Zheng, and left the battlefield in panic.
"Mu Zheng, don't be in love with the battle, go!"
Shang Zhengyu's roar echoed in Mu Zheng's ears. A trace of unwillingness flashed across Mu Zheng's face, but he still slapped his horse and followed the team. After only a while, dozens of enfeoffed cavalry surrounded him and could not be killed.
The raindrops in the sky were even bigger, washing away everything on the ground, mixing blood and soil, dyeing the entire battlefield into a dark red.
The rain dripped down the helmet and occasionally fell into the eyes, with a stinging feeling of coldness, but compared to the cold murderous intent of some people, even the frozen rain was a little inferior.
The personal guards guarding Zheng Pingyi have decreased by one third again, and the formation has been sparsely rushing. After all, at this moment, even the iron-blooded man is exhausted. The frozen rain in the sky has stimulated everyone's nerves over and over again. For the capitulation side, this may just be a bit chill, but for the Great Wei army, the chill is very deep.
The scar on his face stopped wriggling. The archer who had attempted to shoot Zheng Pingyi before pulled the bow in his hand again, and an arrow lightly hit the bowstring. In one breath, he adjusted his breath as the horse rose and fell. With one breath and a slight trend of unity in the horse, he vaguely showed a trend of unity.
He never rushed up to fight with the Great Wei army in close combat, because he knew very well that his bow and arrow were more deadly than the scimitar in his hand.
Zheng Pingyi looked up slightly, as if the cold on his face had relieved the pain in his mind a lot. He began to look around and slowly turned towards the direction of Scarface.
Looking at the shocking blood groove left on Zheng Pingyi's face, Scar's face showed a grim smile. It was his first gift, and now the last gift is coming.
The tense bowstring suddenly loosened, and a split-like roar was completely covered by the heavy rain. Zheng Pingyi didn't notice it at all.
"Be careful, Marquis!"
A guard of the Hou Mansion beside him screamed and rushed forward. This action made Scarface feel cold suddenly. Looking at the round shield he tried his best to snatch Scarface's heart into the bottom of the valley little by little.
I have been lurking for so long before I waited for this opportunity. Will I still be blocked?!
As Scar's face showed a grim smile again, everything was answered.
The personal soldiers of the Hou Mansion reacted as fast as lightning, but in the end they were still a little slower. The sharp arrow passed by the edge of his shield, and the attack could not be blocked. But at the end of the arrow passing by, the shield touched the feathers of the sharp arrow!
A bloody red splattered, and a shocking blood lotus bloomed on Zheng Pingyi's right shoulder!
"Damn it! Come on, kill Zheng Pingyi!" The scar man roared, pulled out the scimitar from his waist and slapped it on his horse. He understood today's mission, and no matter what, Zheng Pingyi must not be allowed to escape!
The tearing feeling on his shoulder made Zheng Pingyi wake up instantly, but then he was overwhelmed by the surging pain. He fell powerlessly on the horse's back, as if everything was far away from him. At the last moment when his consciousness disappeared, he looked up at the front.
There, a giant city stood between heaven and earth. In front of him, countless speeding horses were running towards him.
Langfu, here.
Chapter completed!