"Brother Yang, let's run quickly." The little fat man's face turned pale.
Yang Fan looked at the two chasing cavalrymen on the mountain road and saw that they couldn't run very far. They also had bows and arrows. If they turned around and ran away, neither of them would be able to escape.
His heart suddenly crossed, he grabbed the little fat man's shoulders and said to him: "Hide in those bushes and don't come out."
The little fat man nodded in horror, then rolled and crawled to hide behind the bushes.
Yang Fan looked at the terrain. At the end of the road up the mountain, there was an elm tree more than a foot thick at one end, and a large stone more than one meter high on the other side. Yang Fan took two long knives and placed them on the ground behind the stone, and then
Keep the flail handy.
Then he quickly ran to the pack horse and drove the three horses behind the big rock. Then he untied the long hemp rope used to tie things, quickly ran to the tree on the opposite side of the mountain road, and tied it firmly at a height of about one foot.
good.
Then he hid behind the big rock on the other side and squatted down, holding the other end of the rope tightly in his hand, and letting the rope relax on the ground.
As soon as Yang Fan hid, a horse rushed over from the front. It was the two Ming officers and soldiers who were riding together. Yang Fan let go of it directly.
Yang Fan's nervous fingers turned a little white and he gripped the rope tightly. He counted in his mouth.
"one two three"
The moment the two riders behind them rushed out, they pulled up the rope fiercely and leaned back at the same time. They used the gravity of their bodies to stabilize the rope.
The two riders behind did not expect that there would be a tripping rope here.
The first horse's leg tripped over, and the knight was thrown off, making a loud crash.
The horse was very fast, and the man weighed one hundred and fifty sixty pounds. Coupled with the heavy armor, he fell so hard that he couldn't get up.
Writhing on the ground and screaming.
Yang Fan's hands were also peeled off and dripping with blood.
Fortunately, Yang Fan let go the moment he tripped the horse, otherwise the bones in his arms would have been torn off.
The second rider quickly tightened the reins to stop the horse from moving forward.
The man on horseback stood up and neighed.
Yang Fan easily grabbed the flail, swung it violently, and hit the enemy on the back of the head. If the hit was solid, his brain would burst.
Yang Fan didn't expect that the war horse would stand up, and the flail hit the cavalryman's back directly.
Since the cavalryman's body was tilted at this time, the flail was not struck firmly, but slid sideways. Otherwise, the lumbar spine would have been directly broken at this moment.
There was a loud bang, and the knight's lower back was hit, and the armor blades flew flying. A stream of blood mist spurted out.
"Ah," the knight screamed and fell off his horse.
This cavalryman was obviously a battle-hardened veteran. He rolled as soon as he landed and dodged Yang Fan's subsequent hammer blow. Then he quickly rolled to his feet and crawled to his feet. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood. He pulled out his sword and pointed at Yang Fan.
Cut it off.
But his lower back was seriously injured. If he hadn't been wearing triple armor (cloth armor, chain mail, cotton armor), his lumbar spine would have been almost broken. Now his face is pale, and he is covered in cold sweat in pain.
He staggered towards Yang Fan, waving his saber.
The Eight Banners soldiers were indeed very brave.
Yang Fan didn't dare to engage in close combat with him, so he took advantage of his injury and inability to move. He kept jumping and dodging with the flail, and when he saw the opportunity, he would hit him with a hammer.
But the Tatars were also very alert. Even though they were staggering, they still avoided them without being hit.
Yang Fan was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, the sneak attack injured him, otherwise he would have ended up here.
The Tatar was slashing at Yang Fan while yelling curses. Yang Fan realized that he was scolding the Tatar who had stumbled and fell down.
Yang Fan secretly thought that it was bad, he couldn't handle this one, and if he got up again, he would most likely be dead.
If you simply abandon this Tatar and run away, he will definitely not be able to catch up because he is limping.
Seeing Yang Fan running away, the little fat man was so anxious that he almost fainted.
The fallen Tatar's leg bone was obviously broken. Seeing that Yang Fan was about to run, he managed to get up without even bothering to draw his sword. He directly hugged Yang Fan's calf with both hands and pushed Yang Fan down.
Seeing the Tatars chasing after him, Yang Fan turned red-eyed, grabbed the flail and hit him on the back, but the distance was too close, the heavy weapons could not be transported quickly, and the damage was limited. Seeing the other Tatars
He was walking lamely, holding a knife and grinning.
Yang Fan hit hard, but the Tatar vomited blood and gritted his teeth and refused to let go.
The Tatar finally came over, raised his knife and struck Yang Fan violently on the ground.
Yang Fan was lying on the ground, looking at a huge black shadow blocking the sky, and a long knife shining like a sword, reflecting the dazzling sunlight and flying towards him.
Are you going to die?
Are you going to die here?
At this moment, his mind felt blank.
Suddenly, with a pop, an eagle-feathered arrow shot out and penetrated directly into Tatar's neck.
The Tatars' movements suddenly stopped.
Yang Fan felt as if time had slowed down. He saw the tail of the carved feather arrow on Tatar's neck trembling violently.
Then time suddenly returned to normal speed, and the Tatar was shot and flew backwards.
There was a loud bang and he fell to the ground on his back.
The Tatar who hugged Yang Fan's legs was stunned. Yang Fan took the opportunity to use his full strength and punched him hard on the chin. The Tatar was knocked unconscious.
Yang Fan broke free, got up in embarrassment, turned around and saw a cavalry in front of him looking at him. This cavalry was the two men dressed as officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty that he had let pass before.
A man was saddled on a horse, not knowing whether he would live or die.
The other one looked at him with a shocked face, relaxed the horse's reins, and the bay-red horse came slowly and kicking.
This is a very young face.
With a snow-white oval face, a pointed chin, red phoenix eyes, and the corners of his eyes slightly raised, he was looking at Yang Fan with vigilance, surprise, and a bit of curiosity.
It was a woman dressed up, Yang Fan could tell with keen judgment, she had a fox face and no Adam's apple.
"Who are you?" the girl said.
The delicate voice directly exposed everything.
Yang Fan was a little unhappy in his heart. He had saved these two people no matter what, so it would be fine if he didn't thank himself. Why did he ask himself who he thought he was?
"Who are you?" Yang Fan never got used to this kind of people, so he asked with a straight face.
The girl couldn't help but be startled when she saw that Yang Fan was dressed as a commoner and that the officers and soldiers were so tough.
The girl glared at Yang Fan angrily, took out a waist badge, and shouted: "Dongchang Warriors, Jinyiwei are doing business, kneel down and answer."
Yang Fan rolled his eyes, that's it, return the Dongchang, the Hercules, and the Jinyiwei. I don't think I know how anyone who is both the Dongchang and the Jinyiwei can brag.
Just now he was being chased like a dog, but now he is shaking his head when he turns around.
"Shabi" Yang Fan raised his middle finger to Xiao Niangpi.
The girl was stunned for a moment when she was scolded. Although she didn't know what it meant, she probably understood that it seemed to be a dirty talk about her mother.
Yang Fan turned around and walked away, dragging the little fat man out of the bushes.
"Uuuu, Brother Yang, I thought you were going to leave me and run away, you scared me to death, uuuuuuuuuuuu" The little fat man burst into tears.
"Okay, okay, don't worry about it. If I don't lure them away, if they find you, you'll be finished."
"Wow, I'm so scared"
"never mind"
"never mind"
Yang Fan patted the little fat man on the back and said comfortingly.
The girl's face turned red and white. This bastard dared to ignore her like this. I really wanted to whip him.