Behind a huge rock two miles away, Li Qing'an watched hundreds of thunder cavalrymen in the firelight, which was the first challenge he faced since entering the Tang Dynasty.

But there were more than 500 people on the other side. Li Qingan looked back at his subordinates. Together with him, he had only four people, could he be a hundred?

Li Qingan quickly thought about the battle examples he knew in history of winning with less, but all knowledge is no longer suitable in front of him. He has no courage, and any classic battle example is a vase.

"Do your quiver pot and give it to me!"

Several Tang soldiers were stunned. Han Jinping quickly advised: "Captain Huo, you can't take risks. They are regular troops in the Tuqi Shishi, not ordinary herdsmen. Let's wait for the reinforcements from Bahuancheng to come!"

"It will take at least two days for Bahuan City to be here. At that time, the fortress had been flattened by them. Give me a quiver!"

Everyone had no choice but to untied a quiver pot and handed it to Li Qing'an. He Yanming hesitated and said, "Chang Huo, let me go with you!"

"No need, I'm just doing things conveniently."

He patted He Yanming on the shoulder and smiled, "Xiao He, teach me a Turkic word, how do you say the sentence 'There is an emergency'?"

“Urunmayabuyabuya.”

"I understand. You guys go to the distance and wait for me, and don't take the risk to follow me."

Li Qing'an hung five quiver pots on the horse, and rushed to the southwest with a urge to the horse.

To reconnaissance the Tang army reinforcements, the Tuqi people set up a sentry in the southwest corner and the southeast corner five miles away. Under the cover of night, Li Qing'an gradually approached the sentry in the southwest corner, with his horse tied up on a willow tree, and a Tuqi cavalry was sitting under the tree to drink water. In the darkness, he was very tall and did not feel that the danger had arrived.

After a big stone sixty steps away, Li Qing'an picked off the seven-stone hard bow he bought from Ba Huancheng. He used to shoot targets, trees, and animals, but today it was his first time shooting people.

The bow slowly opened, and Li Qing'an's lips were about to bite blood. He took a deep breath and controlled the thumping inside. The long arrow aimed at the bloody mouth that was yawning, slowly pulled the bowstring. When the string was loosened, the wolf-tooth arrow shot away like lightning. The arrow was strong. With a "punch!", the sentry of the thunderbolt was shot in from the mouth by an arrow. The arrow came out of his mind, and there was no scream. He was nailed to the tree alive.

Li Qing'an's back was soaked. He had no time to feel the feeling of murder. He ran up and quickly peeled off the sentry's coat to change it. He took off his hat and put it on. Then he dragged the body deep into the bushes, and then cut off the reins of the war horse tied to the tree and disappeared deep in the night with his horse.

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The bloody battle had begun. The Tang army was shooting heavily at the Tukha Shiren under the fort. There were already corpses under the garrison. Dozens of Tukha Shimen were shot to death under the castle, but the enemy behind them were not afraid of death. They were determined to take the garrison. Another fifty Tukha Shimen rushed over. They resisted the mud and wanted to fill a gully in front of the gate.

In the distance, more than 200 sudden cavalrymen also shot arrows on horseback. The arrows were densely rained, most of them shot on the stone walls, and some shot into the fort, causing casualties in the Tang army.

Li Fei Yuanli's eyes were red, and he yelled and directed the Tang army to shoot the enemy, "Here, shoot here! There, shoot that tall officer, damn it! The shooting missed, did you grow up eating shit?"

Li Fei Yuanli slapped the Tang army soldiers and pulled the bow himself. The tall officer Shi of the Tuqi disappeared just now. He was so angry that he let out an arrow and cursed: "Damn, there are fat women in the south who don't go to rob them, but they want to rob us. These Tuqi Shi people are crazy!"

Suddenly, he saw dozens of thunder cavalrymen dragging a bump into a wooden tree. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but take two steps back, grinning and muttering to himself: "It's over, my life is going to be lost here today. The beauties of Dongdu and the beauties of Chang'an, Lao Li can't see you."

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"Bump it away!"

In the light of the hunting fire, the leader of the Tukshi Du Luoxian was furious and pointed at the gate of the stone castle and roared. For a gem, more than 60 of his subordinates had died, and he had not seen the gem's shadow. He began to feel a little distressed. These subordinates who could fight were more important than any gem.

"Kill in, Tang army will not stay!"

Twenty people rushed towards the fort gate with a rushing wood. Dozens of thunder cavalry and squads on both sides raised their shields to protect them, just like a huge worm with a hundred feet.

At this time, Du Luoxian unknowingly approached a soldier with a dark face. His hat was pressed down very low, covering most of his face. No one noticed him in the light and dark firelight, and everyone's attention was focused on the attacking "Hundred-legged insect".

"What's wrong with you?" Du Luoxian suddenly noticed him and asked back.

The person who came opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, and an angry expression appeared on his face.

"His grandma, I forgot!"

He roared, pulled out the horizontal sword with a flash of cold light, and slashed his head with a knife. The sword was extremely fast, but Du Luoxian was already alert and quickly dodged to avoid the mortal knife. He was still slower, and the sharp knife slashed on his left arm. With a "crack!", Du Luoxian's arm was cut off by a knife. He screamed and fled with his horse.

Li Qing'an fled in another direction and ran for more than ten steps, but he turned around unwillingly, took an arrow, and hit Duluo Xian's back. Duluo Xian shook his body and fell to the ground from the horse.

The sudden change shocked everyone. After a moment, the Tuqi Shiren suddenly became a mess. Someone went to rescue the leader, and dozens of people roared to chase the bold assassin.

Li Qingan ran away from his horse. He had already tore off his robe, threw away his hat, revealing the Tang army's bright light armor.

While running, he twisted his head and shot arrows. One arrow was as fast as an arrow, and the arrow was as strong as a strong wind. Every time the arrow was shot, a pursuer screamed and fell off his horse. The thunderbolt man also shot arrows. Ding Ding shot on his armor locally, but he could not shoot through the bright light armor.

"His grandma's, this armor is pretty good!"

Li Qing'an's confidence increased greatly. He had heard that the Tang army's bows and arrows fifty steps away from the Tang army shot opaque light armor. The most powerful Tang bow in the world was like this, let alone the cavalry and the inferior bows and arrows were used.

Li Qing'an rode a horse on the Gobi Desert, and his familiarity with the terrain made him feel like a tiger. He pulled his bow like a full moon, and the arrows were like meteors. Every arrow pounced on the enemy, like a grim smile of the god of death. After more than ten miles of running, more than twenty people were shot to death by him, all of whom were killed by one arrow. Gradually, the rushing cavalry began to hesitate, and the speed of chasing slowed down. They were frightened by Li Qing'an's magical arrow.

Li Qingan rushed to a Gaogang. Under the golden full moon, his heart was filled with a sense of murderous pleasure. He suddenly pulled his bow, and the tip of the Leng Sen arrow pointed at the chaser of Tuqi Shiren, and his eyes narrowed.

Conquering high, the tall and mighty Li Qingan was like a god. With a string, a long arrow roared. The front cavalry was shot through his head by an arrow and fell off his horse with a scream.

The last dozen cavalrymen were so scared that they turned around and fled. Li Qingan laughed to the sky, and the feeling of killing was so refreshing.

"Take your life!"

Li Qing'an rode his horse to chase. On the boundless Gobi Desert, Li Qing'an was like a tiger in the Tianshan Mountains, chasing a group of scared wild wolves in the Western Regions. His arrows were flying like pear blossoms, soaking the blood of the thunder riders. When he shot the last man, he finally couldn't help but roaring to the sky.

"But let the flying general in Longcheng be here, don't ask Hu Ma to cross Yinshan!"

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(It has entered the top ten of the new book list. Lao Gao wants to ask, do you guys still have tickets?)
Chapter completed!