On a plain only about twenty miles away from the Yishui River, hundreds of Yan Jun sentry riders were galloping on their horses. From time to time, arrows rained down from their heads and shot into the bodies of some soldiers who could not dodge.

Then the knight on the horse screamed and fell off the horse.

Even though these Yan army scouts had crossbows hung on their horses and their quivers were filled with arrows, they were unable to use their hands to fight back and only wanted to escape from the battlefield quickly.

They were a group of scouts sent out by Wanyanbi for reconnaissance. As soon as they arrived at the Yishui River, they discovered a large number of Liang Army cavalry. Before they could evacuate, they were discovered by the Liang Army. One of the tens of thousands of cavalrymen spat.

It can drown them, and they can only flee for their lives in a hurry.

The pursuers behind them were not crossbowmen, but two hundred cavalry soldiers from the Liao Army. Xu Luo, who was highly appreciated by Xin Ji, was also among them.

Xu Luo was not only skilled in spearmanship, but also in archery. He bent his bow and set an arrow. As soon as he loosened the string of the bow, the meteor-like arrows pierced the sky in an arc, followed by a Yan soldier who fell down in response.

, struggling hard on the ground.

The centurion who led the Yan army's scouts gritted his teeth and looked back. He wanted to raise his bow and fight back. The feeling of being beaten was not pleasant. He even wanted to pull out his sword and turn around to fight. But now he

My mission is not to engage in a head-to-head confrontation with the Liang army, but to send the information back as soon as possible.

The two sides chased each other, climbed two small slopes in succession, and traveled about ten miles. The Liang army behind them was getting closer and closer, and more and more soldiers on their side were killed and wounded. This Bai Bai

The captain's eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand and said: "Separate half of the people and intercept them for me!"

The soldiers behind you looked at me and I looked at you. Forty or fifty knights gritted their teeth, reined in their horses, turned around, drew their sabers, and charged towards the Liang army.

"Well done!"

Xu Luo looked at the Yan army that was charging towards him. He naturally drew back his bow and drew his gun, and pressed his legs harder against the horse's belly.

Hundreds of cavalry soldiers raised their spears at the same time, and the gleaming spear points looked even colder in this winter.

"drink!"

A spear pierced straight into the heart of a Yan soldier. The Yan soldier waved his sword in front of him and deflected the sharp shot. But before he could raise his sword to fight back, Xu Luo's wrist suddenly swung.

Shaking, the gun barrel hit his arm hard.

This is a move Xu Luo learned from the corps leader. Since one shot misses, if it can cause some damage, then it will cause some damage.

The force on Xu Luo's wrist was very strong, and this shake caused Yan Bing to suffer a lot.

"Gada~"

"Hiss~"

The pain from the broken bones in his arm made the Yan soldier gasp. He and Xu Luo's two war horses passed by each other, and the two looked at each other.

Xu Luo just looked at him coldly and continued to charge forward. He was so semi-crippled, so naturally his colleagues behind him would take care of him, so there was no need for him to use his gun anymore.

The next moment, Xu Luo's eyes were fixed on a cavalryman on the side. He raised the tip of his spear, pushed aside the scimitar on the other side, and then stabbed him in the chest with one shot.

"Pfft~"

Blood spurted out as the spear tip was pulled away, and the Yan Jun vomited blood and died as soon as he came into contact with him.

With the experience of killing an enemy last time, Xu Luo is now much calmer in the face of blood, and even the hand holding the gun has become more steady.

The two sides fought in a melee, and everything happened in a flash of lightning. Dozens of Yan troops who stayed to block the enemy with a certain death intention were instantly swallowed up by hundreds of Qiliang troops, and the number of people was reduced visibly to the naked eye.

Almost a third of the men were lost in the first wave of confrontation, and people continued to be killed.

The cavalry of the Suppression Liao Army armed with spears were more effective than these soldiers armed only with scimitars.

Although Liang Jun had the upper hand, the momentum of the pursuit was obviously delayed, and the dozens of fleeing riders in front ran further and further away.

The centurion secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at it like this, he should be able to escape today.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Before he could even express his joy, a wave of arrows fell from the sky, and immediately five or six riders were killed again.

The shocked centurion raised his head in astonishment, and a group of cavalry suddenly appeared in front of them. They were leisurely bending their bows and setting arrows, completely treating them as a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Liangjun Crossbowman!"

The centurion gnashed his teeth with hatred, drew his knife sharply with his palm, and shouted angrily: "Brothers, it's time to fight! Kill!"

"kill!"

Although the Yan army behind him felt a little desperate, the only way out now was to fight for his life.

Wu Xiake was reining in the reins, looked at the rushing Yan army, silently raised his sword and charged. The hundreds of crossbowmen who appeared in front of the Yan army immediately formed an arc-shaped encirclement, surrounding the remaining

The Yan army was all included in it.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The two sides fought fiercely as soon as they came into contact, and Wu Xiake went straight towards the centurion.

They are both scimitars and scouts, it just depends on who is more ruthless.

"laugh!"

The cold knife in Wu Xiake's hand slashed out. Not to be outdone, the centurion of the Yan army raised his knife to meet the attack.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The two of them slashed each other seven or eight times on horseback. Wu Xiake was the winner and was able to do it with ease, while Yan Bing seemed to be struggling a little. Coupled with the extreme nervousness in his heart, his hands were naturally two beats slower.

"ah!"

Sure enough, Wu Xiake caught a flaw in him and slashed his shoulder with a knife. Blood immediately spattered everywhere, and the face of the centurion of the Yan army was twisted in pain.

If Wu Xiake had struck another blow at this time, his life would surely have been killed, but Wu Xiake did not do so, and instead ran towards the next Yan Bing.

The centurion was dressed roughly and glanced at the battlefield with the corner of his eye. He found that the pursuers behind him were also catching up. His men were outnumbered and almost dead.

"Damn it, we can't lose our lives here." The centurion ignored the wound, turned his horse around, and charged towards the weak point of the crossbowmen's circle.

With the joining of the Zhenliao Army, the battle ended quickly. A total of more than a hundred Yan troops were killed and injured. Except for the fish that slipped through the net and rolled on the ground, only the centurion was lucky enough to rush out.

"Brother, your marksmanship is not bad." Wu Xiake rode his horse to Xu Luo's side and gave a thumbs up. Xu Luo's performance on the battlefield just now fell into his eyes.

"Hehe, thank you." Xu Luo smiled, then stared at the centurion who escaped, and muttered: "There is another one I missed, I'll go after him!"

After saying this, Xu Luo patted the horse's belly and prepared to pursue.

"Brother, wait!" Wu Xiake quickly stopped him.

"Uh? This guy saw the traces of the army, how could he let him go?" Xu Luo's eyes were full of doubts.

Wu Xiake smiled slightly: "Your Majesty has an order to go back alive."
Chapter completed!