Chapter 373 Wind and Snow (I)

Relaxed the reins of the horse and kicked the horse's belly hard. The giant horse, which he named the monster, neighed, let go of its long and powerful four hooves, and ran down the hill in just a few breaths. It accelerated too fast. Zhao Shi leaned back and almost fell off the horse. Fortunately, he was not slow and grabbed the long horse's mane. The giant horse was in pain and ran even faster. The dark red figure looked like a red arrow piercing the air, carrying the strong wind and dust, rushing out. Zhao Shi, who was sitting right on his body, only felt the wind blowing on his face, like a knife cutting, and was secretly shocked. The horse's short-distance sprinting power was almost the same as a car with a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour, but he didn't know how patient it was?

The distance of more than three hundred steps was fleeting, and almost instantly it left the people behind him far away. The leader was stabbed, and the bandits were already panicked. The young master was very noble. Most of them came here for fun this time. Until he heard others talk about the most beautiful flowers of Wang Gu's tribe coming back soon, he came here to wait regardless of the dissuasion of everyone.

Everyone also knew the young master's hobby. Seeing that he could not stop it, they summoned more than 300 people to follow him and pretended to be a horse bandit. I thought that the other party was unprepared and finally fulfilled the young master's wish. At worst, they could kill people to silence him. Anyway, I heard that there was a horse bandit on this grassland, and with their identities, no one would think that it was them.

It was a good idea. It was said that the archer of Wang Gu's master could shoot the strongest eagle in the sky, but after more than 300 steps, the bravest guard was by his side, but he still hit a person with one arrow. Such archery skills are really terrifying and terrifying. Look at that, the young master was helpless. Thinking of the severe punishment he would face after he went back, these people were already ashamed.

Scrolled over like a whirlwind. Several figures were hit and flew backwards in the gust of blood. The horizontal sword was powerless and didn't need to wave it. It just cut out horizontally. An arm and a head flew up with blood rain. At this time, the bandits came back to their senses and stepped forward to surround them, and arrows shot out sporadically.

However, at this time, Zhao Shi's war horse had already run away. How could he stop it? This giant horse was born to be one head taller than other horses, with a strong physique and an astonishing speed. No one dared to go against his edge when he rushed over like this. Zhao Shi was slashing from above and slashed left and right. Anyone who stepped forward to block the ground was a sword or two. In the blood rain, the screams were filled with terrible sounds, and immediately opened a bloody path in the middle.

Among the people following behind, both the Tatars and the men under Zhao Shi saw him so brave. They were all excited. The Tatars were always warlike, but their eyes turned red when they saw blood. No matter how different the number of people on both sides were, they could still bend their bows and shoot arrows while the horses were galloping, but the accurate heads were precise and terrifying. The arrows came out with a whistling sound. The horse bandits fell off the horses and pulled out a sharp scimitar when they got close to them. They drew a circle above their heads and whistled loudly. They thought they were descendants of the holy wolf, and the howling sound was like a pack of wolves whistling the moon, and rushed into the horse bandits with a fierce and fearless attitude.

"Stop them, stop them, and no one can let them go. Revenge the young master..." At this time, the strong man who had previously protected the leader had already put the body of their leader on the back of the horse. His eyes were covered with bloodshot. He shouted wildly at the surrounding landmaster bandits.

But the crying was not stopped, and an arrow had already penetrated from his eyes. With red and white brains, it penetrated from the back of his head. The arrow shot from the Wushi Bow was so close that he could not react at all. His body was shaken by the arrow and he fell off his horse. His lazy and thick face showed a look of satisfaction. He could only open the full string of the Wushi Bow six or seven times in a row, and it was still under his best efforts. Therefore, although the Fiveshi Bow was easy to use and looked amazing, if you don't want your arms to be abandoned because of too many bows, don't try to shoot the full string one after another.

The lord in front was extremely powerful and incredible. Usually he thought, was this lord a blind bear who was wandering among the white mountains and black waters? Not to mention the firm hard bow in his hand, it was as easy as eating and drinking water. It was probably the crossbow used for siege, and this lord could also pull it away by himself with his brutal spirit.

But when it comes to archery, it is still a thousand miles away from him who has been with bows and arrows since he was a child. These three arrows all came out from the strings, especially the last arrow, which was shot on the back of a galloping horse, but the correct head was very accurate. It seems that he has made progress on the bows and arrows again.

Not to mention being lazy, the horse bandits panicked, and even let these dozen or twenty people rush past. It was because they were too arrogant and planned to surround people. Since the circle was opened, there was a circle of encirclement, but it was particularly thin. In addition, the leader was shot and killed under his nose, and was shocked. Most people didn't know what to do. How could they stop these people who were determined to break through?

After a collision, more than 20 horse bandit corpses were left behind by Zhao Shi and others. Zhao Shi's group was not unscathed. The three Tatars attached to him left their bodies on this grassland forever, and most of the others were injured. Thanks to Zhao Shi for setting a bloody road ahead, otherwise there would be more corpses left.

The horse bandits were completely aroused by the fierceness. With the whistling sound of other people in charge, behind Zhao Shi and the others, the horse bandits finally gathered again. The horse team rolled up smoke and dust in the sky, followed Zhao Shi and his group, and then chased after him, and the arrows instantly became very dense.

Escape and tracking on the grassland is not easy. If the battle between tribes is often defeated in one battle, there is no room for a turnaround.

"Split, separate." Zhao Shi finally stopped sitting down and running wildly, and threw the people behind him away for a long distance. The war horseman stood up, his mane jumped, and his head was raising his head. When he lowered his head, he still stepped on his four hooves as if he was dissatisfied, trampling the dead grass under his feet in a mess. His big head was shaking, as if he was leaping with uneasy flames.

The team quickly separated amid Zhao Shi's roar. More than a dozen followers, led by Manghuti, were surrounded by Song Renfeng, who had changed his appearance, and Dalan Tiebiao, who was protecting him, galloped northward. Under the guidance of Lao Tazan, the remaining ten people turned their horses and galloped westward.

The bandits who quickly caught up behind him clamored for a while and separated for a while. As Zhao Shi expected, most of them chased after Manghuti and others, and they did not fall here. There were dozens of bandits roaring after chasing them, but the momentum could not be compared with the other one.

The two teams chased each other on the endless grassland, and the distance was never widened or approached. In the galloping, arrows shot out from time to time, and from time to time, someone was caught and fell off the horse.

The sky was getting darker, but the bandits behind him did not stop at all, like a turtle who would not say anything but bite something. The team of people had a few followers, but had already suffered all casualties in the pursuit of nearly a day. Even Lao Tazan had an arrow inserted into his shoulder. If Buyan Xiban, who had been following him, had probably grabbed him, the old man would have been lying on the cold grass.

Zhao Shi, who had been pressing the horse speed and was swimming around everyone, was particularly conspicuous, so he was naturally indispensable to take care of him. He was really hit by a few strokes, but he was wearing soft armor inside. At such a long distance, it was just not painful or itchy when he shot on his body. Until the sky got dark and the white foam appeared in the mouth of the war horse that had been running all day, but there was no sign of relaxation behind him. Only then did he feel that he was still a little soft-hearted.

With his previous temperament, how could he exchange all the good horses for Song Renfeng and others? His own safety will always be the first priority, which can be regarded as a slight change brought to him by the last battle at the foot of Luliang Mountain.

In the evening, the wind on the grassland did not mean to stop at all, and it became heavier and heavier. The sky above my head was gradually covered by clouds, which made Zhao Shi feel more at ease.

Sure enough, he ran four or five miles away. Although the bandits behind him were chasing him closer and closer, Zhao Shi became more and more at ease, because some snowflakes gradually fell from the sky, flying with the strong wind on the grassland.

But the faces of these Tatars were too ugly. As they ran, a figure quickly approached. The grassland girl's original light voice was filled with fear, but her bright eyes still had the firmness that the Central Plains women could not reach. "We have to stop." The grassland girl said loudly with all her strength.

Zhao Shi glanced at the prairie girl who was already blown by the wind and said in a speeding manner that it was really not very wonderful. There were some hanged ghost-like pursuers behind him, "Why?"

"We will get lost, we will get lost..."

Zhao Shi was surprised to see that the Tatars around him were full of fear. During the day of pursuit, even the old and weak Lao Tazan did not show any timidity. The steel-like body and will forged by the bitter and cold environment of the grassland were fully demonstrated in them, but at this time, these blood courage that had been integrated into their bones seemed to have disappeared completely.

"This is the wind and snowfall from the gods. If there is no suitable place to hide, we will be lost in it and we will all die." The voice of the grassland girl was already showing some despair.
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