"Why are you running away?" Yao Nian Qianjin asked panting while running.

"Don't run there and wait for death? The Tiger Bear Warriors of the Pisces Army, the elite of you Khitan warriors, are the best at close combat, and there are still six. If I were to be normal, I might not be able to beat them. Now I was shot, and there are still this..." Zeng Baohua pointed to his left shoulder.

The arrow was not too late to take it off, and it was shaking as it ran.

"There is another Dahankun who is aiming there. He is a sharpshooter and will give me an arrow at any time. Do you think you are still there and are you waiting to die? If you can't beat him, you will run away. Only if you can't run away will you fight to the death."

It is not embarrassing to run away if you can't beat it. It is embarrassing to die worthless or cowardly.

"Where can run? That Dahan Kunqin can find your traces along the taste even though he is ten miles away!"

"Can they swim?" Zeng Baohua asked.

Yao Nian Qianjin hesitated for a moment, "Most probably won't."

Those Khitans can’t take a few baths a year and probably don’t have time to learn to swim. Since that’s the case, that’s a good thing. They won’t, I will!

"You can swim?"

"Of course!" Because I ran too fast, I couldn't even say anything later.

When Zeng Baohua and his group capsized the gutter on the Zhang River, they were almost fed fish and shrimp by a group of thieves. After knowing shame, Zeng Baohua and his friends were brave, practicing swimming hard in the river, and vowed to be an all-round player who could ride horses and shoot archery on land and catch fish and shrimps in the water. After a while, although it was not considered a white strip in the wave, it was OK to have a wave in the wave.

"We... ran to the Yellow River, then swam... and escaped."

"Yes, run quickly. I guess there are still a few miles left....more harder!"

Zeng Baohua fought hard for a day and two nights, and was injured in many places, so he couldn't run fast at all. Yao Nian's daughter was a weak woman. After the two of them ran for more than a mile, the group caught up with him.

As he got closer, he could almost hear the footsteps behind him, and then suddenly heard a string sound, and an arrow flew over with a whoosh. Zeng Baohua quickly looked and handed, and with an iron spear, he knocked the arrow away.

"A thief, running like this is not a solution." Zeng Baohua looked back and found that the wind-like hunter was running in the front. There were two tiger bear warriors across twenty or thirty steps, followed by two tiger bear warriors forty or fifty steps behind, and finally the Barkum big boobs, and two tiger bear warriors followed him.

That's right. No matter how fierce the tiger and black bears are, they can't escape the antelope and sika deer. Zeng Baohua's heart moved and whispered to Yao Nian Qianjin: "Run quickly! Run west and keep running. I'll block them first and catch up with you later."

Turning around a valley, Zeng Baohua watched Yao Nian Qianjin run farther and farther away, but he hid on the side and ran on the spot, his steps getting lighter and lighter. When Dahan Kunqin rushed over, he poked his iron spear and shot straight into the other party's heart.

The hunter was prepared for a long time, so he jumped to the side, avoided the iron spear, and slashed the scimitar in his hand into the air and slashed his head.

Zeng Baohua also knew that his tricks could not fool others. If he was deceived, he would not be a hunter like a wind, but a hunter like a shit. His previous move was a false move, and he shook his wrist and swept across the hunter with one move, flying towards the hunter's body that was still in the air.

The hunter didn't expect that Zeng Baohua was prepared for it and changed his moves so quickly. However, his moves were old, so he could only twist his waist and barely avoid the sweeping iron spear in a strange posture.

Zeng Baohua also raised his arms straight, and he was old enough to change his moves. But his left leg suddenly kicked up, just as he kicked the iron spear, which turned the sweeping iron spear into a slanted flying, and a bang bang on the hunter's legs that was caught off guard. The hunter was in pain and his body tilted to the ground. Zeng Baohua abandoned the gun and forced it up. He held back the severe pain on his shoulder with his left hand, drew his sword with his backhand, and used a counter-killing move, smearing the hunter's chest from bottom to top, leaving a long blood-tonifying hole.

After Zeng Baohua succeeded, he ignored the hunter's life and death. He first put away his knife and bent down to pick his quiver, then picked up the strong bow and iron spear that fell on the ground, turned around and ran away.

When the two tiger bear warriors behind arrived, they only saw Zeng Baohua's back and the hunter lying on the ground who was breathing but not breathing too much. They just glanced at their companions, and the two continued to chase after them.

When Barkum and his three big erectile slurs arrived, the last sound of the wind-like hunter's throat, like a broken bellows whistling and whistling, then stared at Barkum, the wind became smaller and smaller.

"Let's go! Keep chasing!" Barkemu didn't expect that Zeng Baohua was so hard that he could actually clean up the fastest and most flexible hunter.

But now I don’t care about so much, I have to continue chasing!

After running a few hundred steps, Zeng Baohua had already put the iron spear on his back and secretly pulled the arrow to the string. He saw the right time and suddenly stood still and turned around, shot back his hand, and shot four arrows one after another.

The tiger bear warrior running in the front avoided the first arrow, but could not avoid the second one, and nailed it to his shoulder with a whoosh, and then the third one entered his chest. The fourth one flew to the chest of the tiger bear warrior behind. He was quick to learn, twisted his body, flipped back, and fell to the ground. Although his posture was ugly, he avoided a fatal arrow. His companion covered his chest and squatted on the ground, and the vitality on his face was flying rapidly.

The hunter's arrow, like the wind, is a special product that specializes in shooting tigers, wolfs and beasts. He is not wearing armor. This arrow hits the point of the key, but it will kill him.

The tiger bear warrior who escaped the disaster watched his companion slowly die while waiting for the people behind him.

He dared not act rashly. The boy in front of him must be a veteran who has been trained on the battlefield. He may not be able to deal with him by himself. Seeing that he had been running hard for so long, his steps began to become weak, and he should be about to lose his strength. He probably couldn't run far and he had time to chase him.

Zeng Baohua caught up with Yao Nian Qianjin, but he really ran away and got out of strength. He stood there and coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs.

He finally calmed down his breath, tore off a piece of cloth, and said to Yao Nian Qianjin: "I'll pull the arrow, you bandage it."

After saying that, Zeng Baohua gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow. He saw that the arrow was two feet nine inches long and had a triangular shape made of iron, one inch and five minutes long and nine minutes wide. The rod was made of poplar wood, and the feathers were made of carved feathers, and there were a few strands of blood-red shreds of flesh on the arrow.

"This is an arrow used to shoot tigers!" Yao Nian Qianjin immediately blocked the wound with a cloth, and then bandaged it while saying.

"I'm so hurtful. This arrow is so vicious. Fortunately, the hunter who shot the archer had cut his chest open by me and shouldn't be alive. He returned another arrow. The tiger bear warrior, the right way to use it on them."

Looking at Zeng Baohua grinning while talking boldly there, Yao Nian Qianjin's eyes suddenly felt a little wet. She knew that the people behind him were all for him. Zeng Baohua would definitely be able to escape from the sky as long as he left him alone. But he still ignored life and death and never left him. This fool, the stupid bully, was stupid and domineering.

After a little bandage, Zeng Baohua pulled Yao Nian Qianjin and continued to run. After running for a quarter of an hour, the pursuers behind him were getting closer and closer, but their legs gradually became weaker and felt increasingly heavy.

"Did you hear it?" Yao Nian Qianjin suddenly said.

"What?" Zeng Baohua ran so hard that his chest felt tight, his lungs seemed to be torn open, his heart was beating rapidly, almost jumping out of his chest, and his brain was a little confused due to lack of oxygen. He could no longer speak, and could only make similar sounds in his throat to express his meaning.

"I heard the sound of the river!"

After climbing over a ridge, you can see a yellow and turbid river lying in front of you, and the water surface flows slowly, as lonely and desolate as the earth in winter.

The two of them rolled and climbed down the ridge and ran towards the river beach. They saw a small wooden boat parked there from afar. They were filled with ecstasy. It turned out that there was no way out.

But when the boatmen saw the two of them rushing towards him in a fierce manner, especially Zeng Baohua, holding an iron spear, covered in blood, and a murderous look on his face, he was so scared that he shivered. With his hands, the wooden boat swayed away from the shore and drifted towards the middle of the river.

"Come back quickly, I have a big copper coin here!" Zeng Baohua shouted anxiously.

The boatman, several feet above the river bank, rolled his eyes. When he saw the pursuers running down from under the ridge behind him, he became more sure of his thoughts and left this place of trouble! No matter how good the copper coins are, they must have a life to spend.
Chapter completed!