Murong Feng walked to Li Hong and patted his shoulder with admiration. Tielang stared at him viciously, and opened his mouth to call him an idiot, but when he saw Murong Feng standing beside him, he swallowed the words he had to say. Li Hong smiled foolishly at him.

Fifteen war horses were lying quietly at the bottom of the slope, with their mouths trapped. The soldier who rushed to Bai Luyuan to report the news before dusk was intercepted here, and his body was lying next to his war horse.

Murong Feng looked at everyone and waved his hand and said, "This place is still ten miles away from Bailuyuan, but the pursuers are only three or four miles away from us at most. Let's go quickly. Fifteen horses are just enough, so let's go quickly. Where is the leopard?"

Only then did everyone realize that Li Hong was gone. Tielang remembered Duan Zhen, "That boy has gone with Duan Zhen."

At this critical moment of life and death, riding a horse to carry a wounded and unconscious person who is in a coma and ignorant, the consequences are self-evident. Once the two sides of the pursuit and fleeing have a fierce battle on the way, it is not enough for everyone to protect themselves, so how can they have the spare energy to protect the injured? Li Hong's approach now seems to be unwise.

Murong Feng stopped saying anything and asked everyone to get on the horse. Tielang stood there anxiously waiting for Li Hong. Not long after, Li Hong's tall body appeared on the top of the slope. He held Duan Zhen on the stretcher with both hands, and ran hard while shouting: "Go away quickly, the people from the Tiger Tribe are chasing me, and they all heard their horse hooves."

Tielang knew that the stubborn boy in front of him would rather die than abandon Duan Zhen and escape alone. He turned to Murong Feng and said, "Master, you go first, I will die with this boy." Then he shouted to the other soldiers, "You keep the quiver and leave more arrows for me."

Li Hong, who was covered in blood, strode up with a stretcher, and was cautious along the way, for fear that Duan Zhen would fall off the stretcher. Murong Feng turned his head to look at him, feeling excited, and tears suddenly surged into his eyes, "Be careful, we will come back if we find reinforcements."

The moment Murong Feng turned his horse's head, tears quietly dripped.

"Why are they all leaving, don't you leave a few to help?" Li Hong put down the stretcher, looked at the iron cavalry that disappeared into the night like a whirlwind, and mumbled in a low voice.

"Help? I'm looking for death." Tielang replied angrily. Li Hong knew that Tielang was unhappy. Now there were three people and two horses. Duan Zhen was still seriously injured and the Iron Cavalry of the Tiger Tribe was chasing him back. If he wanted to escape to Bailuyuan alive, the chance was indeed very slim, but Li Hong was unwilling to give up, and he could not abandon his comrades. This idea was as innate as his current memory and was deeply rooted in his heart. There was no reason or no reason.

Li Hong hugged Tielang's shoulder and smiled and said, "Old Lang, are you scared?"

"You idiot, am I afraid? I have fought more battles than you have eaten, and I have killed more people than you have hair. I am afraid? You idiot." Tielang cursed in discomfort.

Li Hong laughed, "Okay, the old wolf is so arrogant. We will definitely not die this time, and we will definitely arrive at Bailuyuan."

Iron Wolf was infected by Li Hong's laughter and his emotions slowly calmed down. After all, he had been on the battlefield for a long time and still looked down on life and death.

Li Hong and Tielang hurriedly tied Duan Zhen and the stretcher to the horse's back, and then rode a horse together and rushed into the boundless darkness as fast as possible. Li Hong held the reins of another war horse with one hand and the belt with the other hand, without any idleness in his mouth, teasing and swearing with him. The long-standing deep friendship between the two was established in this kind of abuse.

The sound of horse hooves behind the pursuers became increasingly louder, like thunder, from far to near.

After Ke Ju died, the pursuers of the Tiger Tribe were commanded by the centurion Weng Temple. He was shocked by Li Hong's momentum in the woods, and left fifty or sixty corpses, and withdrew from the woods in a panic with more than 100 people. Then he ordered his subordinates to divide into two teams to search along the periphery of the woods, avoiding close contact with the enemy. As long as Murong Feng could be found, Murong Feng would be dead as soon as he reached the grassland.

The pursuers soon discovered that Murong Feng escaped from the forest and received the report from his subordinates, and immediately gathered more than a hundred people and chased after him. Under the hillside of the grassland, they found the corpse of their own people. Touching the still warm corpse, Weng Ci felt that Murong Feng was as real as the grass in his hand. He rode on a horse and ran in the front, and vaguely saw two riders running in front. He became excited, as if he had seen a beautiful gold and silver woman. The other soldiers also found Tielang and Li Hong. They cheered and beat the seated war horses fiercely, and the pursuit suddenly accelerated.

Weng Temple saw the figure of the fugitive in front of him becoming clearer and clearer. Then he saw the terrifying Han man with hair. He turned over and jumped off his horse, stood straight on the grass, holding a strong bow full of pulling in his hand.

"Kill..." Weng Ci suddenly straightened his body, waved his sword excitedly and roared wildly. He wished he could step in front of the Han man and kill him to death.

Li Hong was always scolded by Tielang, especially when shooting arrows. Tielang believed that his three-arrow volley technique was ranked first on the prairie, but Li Hong just couldn't learn it. Li Hong always honestly shot only one arrow, although he would hit every shot, it was a world of difference compared to Tielang. Li Hong said, you have been shooting for thirty or forty years, and I have only shot for four or five months, how can we compare?

Li Hong stood on the grassland and shot an arrow that he was determined to win.

Weng Ci widened his eyes and looked at the long arrow inserted into his chest in disbelief. The white feathers on the tail of the arrow were as dazzling as snow, and the black shaft was still trembling in his chest. Then the severe pain invaded his entire brain like a tide. Suddenly, he lost everything and turned over and fell down.

Li Hong held the battle knife in his hand, opened his eyes angrily, roared loudly, and rushed forward to the enemy cavalry without hesitation. Countless long arrows whizzed past his body.

The enemy cavalry became more and more excited by Li Hong's courage. They shouted loudly, hoarsely, and the sound of killing resounded throughout the grassland.

Li Hong's eyes were full of strong horse legs, and countless horse legs were bouncing rhythmically, and the huge roar like thunder was even more deafening. Li Hong felt as if he had fallen into a flood and was trapped in a huge vortex. He was powerless to resist and move, and he could not recognize the direction.

"Ah..." Li Hong roared angrily and accelerated his speed to approach the enemy cavalry.

The excited, almost twisted face of the enemy closest to him was clearly visible under the dim moonlight. The two sides contacted instantly.

Li Hong suddenly drew his body to avoid the powerful chopping of the enemy soldiers, and inserted it into the horse's belly with a knife. The second rider that followed had already flew to Li Hong's head in the blink of an eye. Li Hong roared wildly, jumped up and avoided the impact of the war horse. The third iron cavalry swept over like a wind. Li Hong had no choice but to roll on the spot, hoping that he would not be trampled by the running war horse. Fortunately, there was no war horse behind him. Li Hong squatted up halfway, took the arrow to the bow and opened his six, and did it in one go, without any delay. "Swoosh..." The long arrow flew out, and the enemy soldiers died as they responded to Xian and fell under the horse.

The enemy cavalry turned his horse's head and turned around and killed him again.

Li Hong flew to pick up the enemy's sword and rushed towards the enemy cavalry again. Li Hong went crazy. The pursuers from the Tiger Tribe knew that the Han man with hair had robbed Murong Feng in the Hu Prison and killed the thousand-man commander Ke Ju in the woods. As long as he killed him today, he would be a great achievement. The enemy was also crazy.

Iron Wolf riders with two riders, running and shooting left and right. The torches raised by the enemy soldiers are the living targets. Iron Wolf arrows are shot without any weakness, and those who hit the target will die. A group of enemy cavalry followed him and chased him closely. You and I will kill each other with one arrow.

The pursuers like wolves and tigers surrounded Li Hong and fought hard, fighting hard, like fierce spirits, and swearing to cut Li Hong into meat paste. Li Hongyi was not afraid of fighting fiercely, but his combat power was far from being in the woods as early as the afternoon. He was injured too much and his physical strength was exhausted. He was becoming increasingly unable to do so. Li Hong gritted his teeth and persevered. Although he had no hope of escape, he would definitely fight to the end.

A low and long horn sound suddenly came from the southeast.

Li Hong was excited as if he heard the joy of fairy, "Kill, kill... the general is here, the general is here..."

At this deadliest time, Murong Feng's Bailuyuan reinforcements finally arrived.

The iron wolf turned his horse's head diagonally and ran southeastward with a life-lost. The pursuers were shocked and suspicious, and stood up to watch and looked around for their centurion. It was not until then that they suddenly realized that the Centurion Weng Temple was gone and the Centurion was dead. There were only two enemies, and more than 100 people on their side not only failed to kill them, but also let the other party kill dozens of them, killing the Centurion Weng Temple, which was a big blow to their morale.

A leader took over the command, he discussed with several subordinates, and then sounded the horn of retreat.

(The great commanders, grand commanders, and small commanders of the Xianbei people all commanded the army respectively. The larger commanded ten thousand cavalry and the smaller commanded thousands of cavalry. The leaders of these army were all equipped with grassroots officers such as Thousand Celestial (Thousand Celestial), Hundred Celestial (Hundred Celestial), and Hundred Celestial (Ten Celestial).)

There were about four or five hundred reinforcements coming from the southeast. These iron knights rushed towards the darkness, holding four or five torches indicating the direction.

Li Hong was energetic, roared like thunder, and a big sword flew, and slashed hard to many places. The enemy soldiers were afraid of his bravery and dared not get too close, and retreated in all directions. They originally wanted to waste Li Hong's physical strength, and when he was exhausted, they captured him alive and received more rewards, but they did not expect that the Han man in front of him was not exhausted, but instead killed them to complain.

When Li Hong saw the enemies surrounding him retreating like a tide, he saw them jumping on the war horses and turning around and running away, he couldn't help but feel excited and laughing wildly. He was so tired that he couldn't stand, but he didn't want others to see his miserable appearance, so he had to use a knife to barely support his body in the middle of a pile of corpses.

At this time, he looked so proud from the distance.

It was already late at night when Tielang and Li Hong returned to Bailuyuan. Murong Feng and a thousand Iron Cavalry soldiers were still waiting outside the camp. Hearing the thunderous cheers, the two were very excited.

Duan Zhen also woke up at this time. He knew what happened before and after, and was moved to tears. Li Hongning's behavior was unwilling to abandon his comrades when he died. He deeply shocked the Xianbei people and won him the respect of all the soldiers under Murong Feng's tent.

Li Hong was very hungry. Seeing the tender roasted lamb, he immediately started a crazy sweep. He had not been touched by meat since he was imprisoned, and he finally satisfied his cravings today. In the past, the iron wolf covered him in Keye's territory and often gave him some small food. Life was not very hard, but it was the first time he could eat so hard. After eating and drinking, Li Hong fell asleep and slept sounds and sweetly. It was not until the next morning that he was awakened by the sound of horns on the Bailuyuan.

Bailuyuan is the edge of the grassland, backed by a primeval forest. There are rolling hills on both sides and dense forests. Murong Feng's troops are stationed in this land of lush water and grass.

The next day, Keye led the cavalry to Bailuyuan and acted as an attacking posture. After he saw that there were more than a thousand cavalry in the army that was receiving Murong Feng, he immediately ordered his army to withdraw from Bailuyuan and retreated for thirty miles. Keye sent someone to report to the Lord Keji and request reinforcements.

Murong Feng did not take the initiative to attack and retreated to the southwest Dayan Mountain with his cavalry. Along the way, Murong Feng was not anxious or slow, as if he was traveling around the mountains and rivers, only walking thirty miles a day. His subordinates respected him like gods. Even if there were pursuers after this, and the number of pursuers increased every day, they firmly believed that everything was under the control of the general.

Five days later, Murong Feng led his army to Xiongzu Mountain. In the evening, Murong Feng, Gongsun Hu, Wu Bao, Tielang and others were eating and laughing in the tent. Because Li Hong was Murong Feng's personal bodyguard, he was also standing behind Murong Feng in the tent, holding a plate and eating meat.

At this time, a scout hurried in to report military information: "Master, the king's troops have arrived at Fenghu Mountain. Ke's largest troops are also coming from the northeast."

Murong Feng asked expressionlessly: "Where is Queju?"

"Mr. Queju and Murong have not yet moved."

Murong Feng waved his hand to signal the scout to retreat. Tielang, Wu Bao and Gongsun Hu stopped to eat and drink, waiting for Murong Feng to issue an order.
Chapter completed!