"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Pfft, pfft~"

"Ahhh!"

The sudden rain of arrows not only blinded the green horse fence, but also stunned Jiang He who was about to turn around.

The arrows were shot from the dense forests on both sides of the mountain road. They were extremely dense. Judging from the posture, there were at least one or two hundred crossbowmen.

The arrow rain was evenly distributed, not only going straight into the Yan army's cavalry formation, but also blocking their retreat path.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

"Ahhhh~"

"There is an ambush, be careful!"

The screams echoed in the valley, and the angry and powerless Qingma Lanzhi could only wave his machete desperately to block the sharp arrows.

Hundreds of mounted scouts were enough to crowd up the entire mountain road, making it impossible to advance or retreat, and the situation became chaotic for a while.

These most elite scouts of the Shentu Tribe were filled with aggrievedness and had nowhere to put their skills to use. They could only fall down one after another in the rain of arrows without even being able to see the shadow of the enemy.

The arrow rain came one after another, and the moment it stopped, a large number of soldiers in black armor swarmed out and rushed towards the remaining green horse fence.

It was only then that Jiang He woke up from a dream.

Passing through this mountain range is Beiliang, so several hidden entrance passages are secretly guarded by elite Liang troops. Obviously, this group of scouts was very unlucky and fell into their hands.

Jiang He led Zhuge Tutu back a certain distance, with a look of surviving a disaster on his face, quietly watching the Yan army being slaughtered.

"Chichi~"

"Ahhhh~"

No fewer than two hundred Liang troops emerged, and very few of the Yan army's scouts survived the rain of arrows. Even the leading centurion was shot into a hornet's nest immediately.

The screams gradually subsided after a while, and Liang Jun began to clean up the battlefield in an orderly manner. It seemed that this was not the first time he had done such a thing.

A man with slightly dark skin walked towards the river with a few soldiers. He looked at the two people for a while and then asked in a deep voice:

"I am the commander of the garrison at Xiawuguan, Wu Ping. Who are you? Why did you attract the Yan army to pursue you?"

While the captain was speaking, his palm was always resting on the handle of the knife at his waist, ready to kill at any moment.

Moreover, several other soldiers also surrounded Zhuge Muzhu and the two in a vague siege posture to prevent them from making any changes.

Just two people, how could they attract so many Yan troops? Moreover, one was a monk looking at him, which was quite strange, and the other was very young. This combination had to make people suspicious.

They were ordered to guard the trail leading to the pass, and no suspicious persons could be allowed to pass.

"One of our own."

Jiang He's tone was a little weak, and he took out a token from his arms and handed it to Wu Ping.

Wu Ping took a quick look and was shocked:

"Baima Yicong? You, you guys."

Wu Ping was so surprised that he was speechless. He was just an ordinary border soldier, and this was the first time he saw the so-called personal guards of Prince Liang.

Several Liang soldiers around were stunned at the same time, with their big eyes glaring. This extremely young-looking guy turned out to be Hakuba Yicong, the personal bodyguard of King Liang?

While Wu Ping was puzzled, he spotted the Beiliang Dao hanging on Jiang He's waist out of the corner of his eye, and immediately believed his words.

Jiang He cupped his fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice:

"I am carrying out military duties under the king's orders. I'm afraid I have to trouble Lieutenant Wu to send us to Wuguan."

After hearing the words "Feng Wang's Order", Wu Ping stood up straight in an instant, cupped his fists and said: "It should be!"

Although he is a small person, he knows that something involving the prince must be a big deal.

Jiang He glanced at the mountain road in the distance and said in a depressed mood:

"Lieutenant Wu, could you please send someone to come with me? It's not far, just five or six miles away."

As he spoke, Jiang He pointed at the other end of the mountain road.

Wu Ping asked doubtfully: "Okay, what do you want to do?"

Jiang He murmured:

"Bring back the bodies of our fellow soldiers."

…

Jiang He and Wu Ping appeared with their people on the mountain road where they fought earlier. The sun was setting a little bit, and the afterglow pouring down on the valley was quite beautiful.

Wu Ping glanced at the valley in astonishment. The corpses of nearly thirty Yan soldiers were lying in various places, and their blood was all over the road.

Jiang He searched hard on the battlefield and finally found three bloody corpses.

Those were Brother Li and the three men who stayed behind at the last moment. Their faces were covered in blood from being trampled by horse hooves, and their original appearance could not be seen at all.

"Second brother~"

Jiang He shouted softly, his voice trembling slightly, and then he tremblingly carried the body on his back.

Jiang He was very regretful. If the three of them had not stayed to break up the family, but had fled together, maybe they would have survived.

Zhuge Tu did not speak, but carefully wiped the blood on the faces of the three people with his sleeves and robes, doing so cautiously.

Watching this scene made Wu Ping feel uncomfortable. It was only then that he noticed that Jiang He's leg was still injured.

Wu Ping asked tentatively: "You are still injured, let's do it."

Jiang He bit his lip and shook his head, then pointed to the grass on the side of the road and said:

"There are more there, please help Captain Wu, please."

Wu Ping was silent, and with a wave of his hand, Sergeant Liang who followed found the body covered by weeds.

Nine war horses carried nine corpses and marched slowly along the mountain road. Only one person, Jiang He, survived from the white horse Yi Cong who entered the grassland.

Jiang He is very young, but after this battle he will truly grow into a qualified frontier soldier, and the bloody nature of the frontier army has planted the seeds in his heart.

Jiang He silently followed the war horse and supported the body of Brother Li.

Wu Ping looked left and right, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Little brother, did you kill all these Yan troops?"

Jiang He nodded silently.

A look of surprise and admiration quickly emerged in Wu Ping's eyes.

Nine people replaced Yan Jun No. 30, which was really impressive.

Then he muttered: "I don't know what the background of this group of Yan soldiers is, they all match Qing Ma, and their kung fu is not weak.

I have never encountered such a group of people at the border before."

Jiang He smiled bitterly: "They are the elite scouts of the Shentu tribe, and they chased them from the grassland for thousands of miles."

Wu Ping was stunned.

Is it possible that this group of white horse rebels came from the depths of the grassland to kill them? That would be too terrifying.

Even though Jiang He was talking lightly, just thinking about it with his toes, he knew how many life and death dangers he would have to go through along the way across the grassland.

What mission are these people performing? They can't sneak thousands of miles to get the head of Emperor Yanrong, right?

Although he was curious, Wu Ping knew the rules and did not ask for more details. He just said softly:

"If there's anything else we can do to help, little brother, just ask."

Jiang He said nothing, but looked at Zhuge Muddle-headed who was silently reciting scriptures.

Wu Ping also realized that this monk-looking man was the real big shot.

Zhuge said in a confused voice:
Chapter completed!