Although some of the Ming army led by Jing Yuan escaped from the siege, they were not completely out of danger because the Oirat soldiers were still chasing them.

Wang Yujue and Huyanlei blocked the Oirat soldiers and urged the horses to move quickly. They fought and killed each other, and rushed for several miles before they arrived at Jing Yuan.

"Prince, where are we going?" Hu Yanlei looked around and asked.

"In the direction of Datong, join the army led by the emperor. When they get there, these dog thieves can't do whatever they want."

"Okay." Hu Yanlei responded and said, "We'd better go back along the same route, otherwise we'll get lost."

"This is the best." Jing Yuan said, "The Oirat soldiers behind are chasing me in a hurry. You have to find a way to stop me!"

"Yes." Hu Yanlei responded, "Let the Quick Knife Team escort you, and I and the Chief of the Guard will lead the rest of the pursuing soldiers." He said, looking at Wang Yujue beside him and asked, "Captain, can this be done?"

"There is only that at present." Wang Yujue had no good idea, so he acted according to his words. Just when he was about to stop the horse, he remembered something and said, "It is best to send a guard to ride a fast horse and fly to Datong to tell the emperor, and ask them to send some people to pick him up, so as not to cause trouble."

"Isn't there a descendant of Dai Zong, the Taibao of the Song Dynasty Shenxing, among the guards?"

"I forgot him, send him there quickly." Wang Yujue said anxiously.

"Okay." Huyan Lei Zhima looked at the guards who were urging the horse and said, "Dai Yangsheng obeyed the order and ordered you to rush to Datong quickly and inform the emperor to prepare for the enemy. At the same time, he asked the emperor to send a powerful brigade to pick up the captain."

"Yes!" After Dai Yangsheng received the order, he dismounted the horse and tied four armored horses to his legs. With his unique skills passed down from his ancestors, he quickly passed by Sakakura, which was amazing.

It is said that when Dai Zong could travel 800 miles a day, it was naturally perfect for Dai Yangsheng's generation. He could travel 900 miles a day, which was a master.

Wang Yujue and Hu Yanlei watched Dai Yangsheng leave as if they were flying, and turned around and ordered the guards: "The Quick Knife Team escorted the Duwei back to Datong quickly. The remaining Divine Arrow Team, the Lishi Team, and the Ghost Gun Team all left to block the Oirats and cover the Duwei back to Datong safely. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The guards replied, their voices were loud and their emotions were excited.

Wang Yujue looked at the Oirats who were gradually pushing over and said to the guards: "Now, the Divine Arrow Team is out, and it's time for you to show your skills."

Ninety members of the magical arrows spread out in one stroke, and they pulled their bows and arrows to prepare for it.

"Let it go!" Wang Yujue immediately ordered when he saw that the Oirat troops had reached the range.

As soon as he finished speaking, the bowstrings were buzzing, and sharp arrows seemed to turn into a devil with bloodthirsty life, flying towards the opposite side at a blink of an eye.

The thick body and hard armor were all vulnerable when the sharp arrows flew. The body was penetrated with a blood hole, and the armor was broken by one blow.

The screams of pain and horror sounded one after another under the snarling of sharp arrows. The screamers were heartbreaking and the listeners were frightened.

Like a rain of locust arrows, covering the sky and the earth. One arrow is one person, without any slightest attack. The pursuer either pounces forward or leans back, falling down in a row, and the scene is tragic.

War is the alias of tragic tragedy, a cruel brother, and a ruthless companion.

Seeing this, Bro, who was chasing close, immediately shouted: "The one behind should retreat quickly, and the one in front should fall down!" He spread his two big hands and pulled them left and right, and in the future, the arrows would be knocked out one after another. Sometimes, he would spread his hands and grab them up and down, but no arrow could hurt him.

Hu Yanlei saw it clearly, snatched the bow from a guard's hand, and then pulled the arrow like a full moon before he released the string.

"Wait..." The arrow was so fast that it broke through the air, and it made a harsh sound.

Broro was grabbing sharp arrows with both hands. Seeing this arrow coming to his face, he turned his head, opened and closed his mouth, and suddenly bit the arrow shaft, and with force, he bit it off and spit it out with a "click".

"Minggou, I'm going tore you!" When Bro saw that the young general who had two guns was against him and shouting in anger, he urged his horse to come here bravely.

Hu Yanlei swished a few arrows, and he could dodge left and right to move away.

Hu Yanlei calmed down and aimed at his mount and shot another arrow.

Broro didn't expect that he would have such a move. Seeing the sharp arrow flying near, he didn't have time to pull the reins and turn the horse's head. He watched the arrow shoot into the forehead of the mount, passing through his neck and abdomen, and he couldn't even see the slightest bit of the arrow feather!

Hu Yanlei's arrow was simply powered by the power of the prehistoric world!

The mount fell to the ground immediately after being caught in an arrow, causing Bro to fall out.

He was sturdy and a little clumsy, but that was just an illusion. In fact, he was extremely agile. When he landed, he rolled up and immediately became tall, and there was a big knife thrown by the dead in his hand.

A blade light appeared in front of him, like a rapidly rotating wheel, with strong arrows shooting on it, and fell to the ground with the sound of dangling.

When the arrows carried by the members of the Arrow Team were exhausted, only one Bro was standing in the range.

The bodies lying on the ground, with an arrow shaft exposed in the deadly areas, squatting and looking at it, it seemed like a forest in front of me!

"Rare for me, they have nothing to rely on." Bro turned his head and screamed backwards.

When the Oirats heard this, they rushed over.

Wang Yujue looked at the dense pursuit and ordered: "Ghost Gun Team, prepare to face the enemy."

Ninety members of the Ghost Gun Team held a bright silver spear and lined up horizontally, stretching out their gun tips in unison, waiting for the arrival of the Oirats.

"superior!"

With Wang Yujue's order, ninety people were like tigers out of the cage and were holding guns to meet the Oirat people.

The gun comes out without a shadow, and comes and goes like lightning, and it is turbulent and uncatchable. One shot is a hole, one shot is an enemy. The gun is launched with a straightforward and straightforward, and it is unambiguous!

Bro looked at his sons without any strength to fight back, and instantly fell down again, his eyes flushed with anger.

"Minggou, I'm going to tear you down!" Bro roared. He let the spear of a member of the Ghost Gun Team, grabbed his hand and screamed, and when he pulled the man out, his head burst into pieces, and naturally he had no hope of living.

Ping Zhangmao's child also drove over. Seeing Boro's bravery, he was excited and shouted: "Tear the Ming Dog, I'll tear it up too!"

His eyes were about to break, and his fierce look was extremely scary.

He shouted and grabbed a gun, and raised his wrist to lift the gun.

"Ah——" The gunman hurriedly let go when he screamed, and landed on the ground with a "bang". Before he could get up, the child Ping Zhangmao had already stabbed the gun in his hand, and his chest went in and out of his back. The gun was bleeding and spurted far away.

When Wang Yujue saw two vicious evil spirits, he immediately ordered: "Leslie Team, come on!"

As the name suggests, the strong is naturally the tiger with extraordinary strength.

One by one, the brave men with round waists and thick waists and extraordinary strength rushed forward with bare hands.

Ten people ran towards Bro, and ten people ran towards the child of Pingzhangmao. The rest were mixed in the ghost gun team, and easily grabbed the Oirats and threw them to the ground like children, or threw them out and smashed them to the ground either dead or injured.

"Hahahahahaha." When the child Ping Zhangmao saw the people surrounding him, they were all strong and burly men. He happily shouted, "Okay, okay, that's what you want, let me exercise my muscles and bones."

He stretched his hands forward, causing five or six strong men to hold their arms.

He yelled with his eyes, "Get out!" With a scream, he pushed his arms out.

The six strong men couldn't stand firmly, and all retreated backwards and then fell backwards. The remaining four people hurried forward and grabbed his feet and pulled them hard. In this way, the child Ping Zhangmao had to exert force on his feet, so that the six people could have a chance to breathe, and hurriedly stood firm and fought back with a stake - grabbed his hand and pulled his feet forward, holding his feet forward, and moving forward with the up and down force.

Now that Ping Zhangmao's child was unable to get over it, he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

When the strong men were about to swing their iron fists and beat them up, more than a dozen Oirats rushed over to rescue them, but the strong men had to let go and attack the closest ones.

The child of Ping Zhangmao had never suffered such a cowardly aura. When he got up and was about to fight back, he saw that the number of strong men surrounding Bro was increasing, so he ran over there.

The Ghost Gun Team became more and more brave as they killed, and almost no one could escape from their guns.

With the help of Ping Zhangmao's child, Broro will not be defeated.

Broro looked at the killing that no one could hide from the Ghost Gun Team. He knew that his magical skills were extraordinary. If he continued to fight, he would probably aggravate his casualties. Moreover, the strong men had divided up a lot of them and surrounded him. He thought that if he was beaten to the ground like Ping Zhangmao's child, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

Thinking of this, he ordered: "The enemy commander has escaped, and it is useless to chase him, so he will withdraw his troops!" After that, he turned back first.

When the rest of the people saw this, they were all without fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!