In the quiet wilderness, only the gurgling water of the Cave River is sounding, the stars in the sky at night are bright and brilliant, and the vast and majestic Milky Way seems to hang down from the sky and fall into the river water in the distance.

"Xiaojin, we're leaving!"

His father's greeting made Gao Jin, who was on the river bank, come back to his senses. He turned around and looked at the edge of the camp. His father Gao Chong and his uncles were all dressed in a row, leading the war horses into the team. Without any delay, Gao Jin led his war horses into the team.

Looking from the ground towards the sky, the bright galaxy hangs across the sky, which seems to give you an illusion that the starlight seems to illuminate the entire earth, but Gao Jin understands that there is no reflection of city lights in the wild, even if the starry sky is bright and beautiful, it will not have any effect of lighting.

After leaving the camp fire, the team suddenly fell into darkness. Gao Jin could only roughly distinguish the outlines of the people and horses in front of him by feeling. Fortunately, the rope used to connect the team in his hand gave him a lot of confidence.

Lao Chen and Gao Chong took the lead. The most important thing about the night attack on the stealing camp is to not get lost by mistake. Lao Chen has the best eye and will naturally be in front.

There was no sound in the team on the road, and there were old corpses in the team. Naturally, there was no need to hold a piece of grass, nor did it make any unnecessary sounds.

It was more than four miles away and it took about two incense sticks to walk. When the team stopped, Gao Jin felt that his body had just moved away. At this moment, his father Gao Chong's low voice came from the front, "Everyone reported the number." Then everyone's echoes soon rang out, and then it was his turn, "I'm here."

No one fell behind, Gao Jin could feel the murderous aura emitted by the uncles and uncles around him after the judgment.

Gao Chong, in front, looked up at the river valley a hundred steps away, and shouted softly: "Get on the horse!"

Everyone turned over the horse, and Gao Jin subconsciously stepped on the saddle. When he rode on the horse, he found that his uncles and uncles were already holding weapons and holding reins in one hand, staring at the valley with a faint light of fire in front of him, and a bloodthirsty smell was all over his body.

"I'll take the lead, the Queen of Old Wei, Xiao Jin and Old Chen, keep the gap, don't let anyone go."

A cold voice sounded, which made Gao Jin feel anxious. This was his father on the battlefield. At this time, Old Chen had already rode his horse to him. Looking at Gao Jin, who was not panicked, he nodded slightly.

Gao Chong and a group of brothers who were good at rushing to advance. The war horses first jogged in small steps, then slowly accelerated. At this time, the horse thieves who were responsible for keeping watch at the entrance of the river valley were still dozing off. Until the sound of horse hooves when the war horses were galloping, the sound of water flowing in the Kuye River and resounded throughout the wilderness. The two horse thieves swayed their heads and opened their sleepy eyes. At this moment, the ground began to tremble slightly...

The idea of ​​an enemy attack flashed through his slow head, but his body had no time to react. Before he opened his throat to shout for warning, the horse thief who stood up in a panic was pierced by Gao Chong, and then he was thrown out by the huge inertia of the impact of the war horse. The other horse thief was smashed to his head by the old man who followed Gao Chong.

Gao Chong led ten horses and rushed into the valley entrance while roaring. Wei Lianhai, who was behind, started to speed up and follow, while Gao Jin and Lao Chen slowly moved forward.

...

In the valley, the horse thieves had no camps, but they just lit the fires and then squeezed each other to sleep together according to their own gangs. It was so messy that there was no way to talk about the rules. When Gao Chong led his men into the valley, the light-sleeping horse thieves were awakened and got up from the ground. But at this time they had no chance to react, and could only watch the fierce knights rushing in with despair.

Gao Chong looked at the horse thief who had just gotten up and had not come to his senses before he came to his senses, and then he rushed over the horse. Then he inserted the iron spear in his hand into the passing bonfire. The fire turned into a rain of fire and splashed open. The charcoal fire hit the horse thief around him. Some were burned and burned, while others were wearing clothes burned, shouting in panic, rolling on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

In panic, the horse thieves had no idea how many enemies they had come. Although the horse thieves leaders shouted and tried to stabilize their subordinates, the rumbling sound of horse hooves came from the valley entrance again, causing the horse thieves who were in a mess to completely collapse and had no intention of resisting.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves from the entrance of the valley, Gao Chong led his men to charge again. The eleven horses dispersed like an iron comb brushing towards the camp forward. This round of rushing happened to pass Wei Lianhai, who was striking towards the horse thief camp.

The two groups of people rushed back and forth, completely defeating the horse thieves camp that had no time to resist. The scattered firelight, the crowd of wailing and scolding, and the frightened horses mixed the camp like a pot of porridge. The horse thieves who had killed or injured more than ten people still had a team of seventy or eighty people, but they had completely collapsed.

The leaders of the horse thieves were shouting and cursing, but they could only gather a few confidants to try to escape. Some fierce horse thieves were holding weapons and resisting desperately, but more of them were at a loss and ran away subconsciously, or simply knelt on the ground, covered their heads and shouted mercy.

...

Gao Jinzhuma stopped and looked at the entrance of the valley about ten meters wide with Lao Chen. The fires surged into the sky in the valley, and there was no sound of fighting. Only people shouted and neighed.

At this time, a frightened ownerless horse ran out in the valley, and some horse thieves escaped. Gao Jin jumped off the horse's back, stood on a rock at the entrance of the valley, and set off a bow and arrow, aiming at a horse thief running towards the entrance of the valley.

With the sound of the explosion strings and the arrows broke through the air, the horse thief running in the front fell to the ground, rolling on the ground for several times before stopping. At this time, the horse thiefs who fled to the entrance of the valley found that there were still archers ambushing the entrance of the valley. However, compared to the camps like Shura Field in the valley, they were unwilling to go back and fight desperately.

Looking at the horse thief who ran faster, Gao Jin had no mercy. He quickly and without any hesitation, he shot the bow and arrow, and then shot it out. Old Chen taught him that in such a situation, he would not think about shooting the enemy with one arrow, as long as he could shoot the enemy.

He shot seven arrows in one breath. Even though Gao Jin had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he felt his arms were a little sore and weak. He put down the bow in his hand. When Gao Jin looked carefully, he saw five horse thieves lying on the ground. Three of them did not hurt the vital points, but they were also shot into arrows in their legs and feet, which was no different from being useless.

Ten steps away from him, an old horse fell to the ground wailingly, and there was a horse thief under the horse. Gao Jin turned his head and looked at it. He saw that the bow in Lao Chen's hand had just been put down. It turned out that the horse thief was lying on the horse's back and wanted to escape, but he was not expected to be seen through by Lao Chen and shot it directly on the horse's neck, leaving him and his horse with his own hands.

Seeing this scene, Gao Jin realized that his shooting skills were not mature, and he was far worse than the teacher Lao Chen. This was not accurate, but a gap in battlefield experience. The order given by his father Gao Chong was that he could not let anyone escape, but if Lao Chen was not there, he would not have found the thief lying on the horse's back.

...

In the river valley, Gao Chong, who had been rushing back and forth for five consecutive times, finally stopped in the horse thieves camp. At this time, there were no horse thieves standing there. More than 40 people were kneeling on the ground and trembling. The weapons in their hands were thrown aside from a distance.

Wei Lianhai took a few old brothers to dismount and tied up people, tied the horse thieves who kneeled down and surrendered on their backs with ropes and stringed them into a string. No one dared to resist during the whole process. They were all honest and the strong and strong outside the frontier preyed on the weak. The loser knew what he should do.

"You guys have a good rest, I'll go out and have a look." The overall situation in the horse thief camp was settled, but Gao Chong didn't want to rest. He explained and rode his horse away.

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At the mouth of the river valley, six horse thieves rode horses toward the valley entrance. Gao Jin and Lao Chen took turns to shoot, but still asked a horse thief to escape. Finally, Lao Chen rode his horse to chase him, and Gao Jin met the remaining escape thieves alone.

Three horse thieves were in a panic and frightened, and they rose up from the horse that was caught in the arrow. One of them sprained his ankle, and they didn't get up very easily.

Under the fire, Gao Jin saw clearly the appearance of the horse thief. They were all young men in their thirties. Their faces were distorted and they looked ferocious and terrifying, but their eyes were full of panic. They all drew their swords in their hands and pointed at him, but they were a little trembling.

"I'm just a little boy, what are you afraid of!"

The thief who was talking was the tallest, but he hid at the end. He scolded loudly to cheer up his companions.

On the rock, he looked at the horse thief who was seven or eight steps away. Gao Jinqian, who had lowered his bow, jumped down, and held a gun in his side, covering the horse thief in front of him.

"Back, this kid is so powerful in bows and arrows..."

The leader of the horse thief shouted. He was from a fleeing army and naturally recognized that Gao Jin was a trainee, but now he was going to kill the thief if he wanted to survive.

Gao Jin held the spear in his hand tightly, expressionless, but sweat broke out in his palm. He counted his breathing. Gao Jin tried to calm his violently beating chest. He remembered his father said that the more the moment of life and death fighting, the more calm he had to be.

"Go up, get on!"

The leader of the horse thief looked at the opposite side and just pointed the gun at Gao Jin, who was getting more anxious. He waved his knife and kicked it out.

The horse thief who was kicked staggered forward and rushed forward, "Ah!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if this could give him the courage to fight, and Gao Jin could clearly see the panic and madness on his face.

Three steps away, the thief who rushed over raised his sword and topped the top. The middle door opened wide. Gao Jin's eyes were cold. As he moved his feet, he raised his wrist and thrust his spear into the heart of the thief. Then he took the gun and flashed. The thief seemed to be deflated and collapsed to the ground.

The leader of the horse thief stared at him, unable to believe the scene in front of him. The little thief just stabbed and pulled the spear in his hand and killed someone, and his body seemed to have never moved.

"Go ahead, kill him! Come on!" The leader of the horse thief roared in despair, but the remaining horse thief's legs were trembling, and he was unwilling to go forward and fight Gao Jin.

Looking at the horse thief holding the knife with his hands but trembling with a strong body, Gao Jin walked forward with a gun and said, "Take the knife to the ground and you will spare your life."

With a "clang", the horse thief who had been scared long ago threw away the long sword in his hand, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy, "Good man..." But he didn't say anything in full, and the blade of his chest came out through his chest, and then he was suddenly pulled out.

"Coward!" The blood-filled face of the horse thief leader was covered in madness and ferociousness. He spitted his subordinates who were killed by him, looked at Gao Jin who was pointing at him with a gun, and shouted with a hoarse throat: "Boy, no one can get what he wants! As long as you let me go, I will tell you where I hide my treasure."

Facing the thief's nonsense, Gao Jin was unmoved at all. The spear in his hand was still very steadily. The leader of the horse thief gritted his teeth and wanted to cut in with a knife to fight in close combat. But at this moment, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw the killing god riding a horse in the camp rushing towards him. He was even more timid and panicked, and his movements froze.

"kill!"

It was at this moment that Gao Jin shouted, and the spear in his hand pierced out quickly. In the darkness, the leader of the thief saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and then he felt a chill in his throat...

"good!"
Chapter completed!