But I was eager to save people. I forgot to be on the slope. The front legs of the horse were raised high from the crotch, and the two hind legs that were pushing the ground lost their center of gravity. When the horse's hooves fell, they failed to step on the middle of the snail. Instead, they staggered towards the downhill direction. This time, the horse took me down the grass slope.

When I looked back, I saw that the experienced "Old Sheepskin" did not run on the slope. He knew that there might be other rat holes on the grass hill, and that this kind of terrain could not save Ding Sitian if he failed to hit a single blow, and it would be too late to turn around again, so he was half a step slower than me and the fat man. At this time, the "Kangxi sword" had been pulled out of the sheath, and the fiery sunset reflected the blade with a cold light.

It was a long time to say that, and when the fringe was about to rush to Ding Sitian, the old sheepskin saw a flash of sword in his hand, and slashed the opposite foot beside the fringe. There were large species of flower snails in the fringe. Once they were old, the shell would gradually become hard, but only the foot was so thin that it was inconsistent with the body, and it would often break, and it could regenerate if it broke. The old sheepskin swung the knife and cut off the three long foot of the fringe.

The squid flipped through the grass with pain and finally failed to bite Ding Sitian. But it twisted its body and wandered in the grass like the wind. Then it jumped up in the air with force and rushed straight towards the old Sheepsquid. The squid saw that the squid was unable to swing the squid for two pieces just now, and the other party made a comeback. Fortunately, although he was old, his years of nomadic life still made his skills flexible. He hurriedly leaned over and lay on the saddle bridge. The squid flew over his back with a gust of squid and fell into nothing.

The habit of snails is strange. It cannot be seen during the day, but it will appear after dusk. It will move when smelling fishy. The black spots on the grassland are the most toxic. It is not surprising that they bite horses, cattle and sheep to death. The empty snails fell behind the old sheepskin, and did not turn around. They climbed straight to the red horse with their legs. The red horse was unable to move. Seeing a thick snails crawling onto the body, they knew that if they were bitten by it, they would be doomed. They wanted to turn the horse around and crush the poisonous insect with their own weight. But before it could move, they were pierced by the winding cheeks and feet into their nerves. In an instant, their eyes turned blue and they died stiffly in the grass.

Although the cattle and horses can kill cattle and horses, they are thick, so they usually eat small animals, and some cattle and horses occasionally eat people. The herdsmen regard horses as if they were alive. When the old sheepskin saw the death of the red horse, they were naturally very sad. In addition to feeling sorry for the horses, they were also worried that many cattle and horses would die this time, and they could not explain to the pastoral area when they returned. However, he immediately found that the cattle and black spots intersected with yellow, green and black spots bit the horses to death, and then rushed towards him and Ding Sitian.

At the critical moment, they didn't bother to be sad about the jujube horse. They quickly reached out to Ding Sitian and pulled her onto the mount. The two rode the retired old military horse together, with stirrups on both feet. The old military horse carried the old sheepskin and Ding Sitian and jumped down from the slope of the grass hill.

Fatty and I turned our horses and were about to rush back again, but we saw the old sheepskin with Ding Sitian running to us. The grass behind them rustled, and the big marble that was more than one meter long followed closely behind. I saw that the marble was coming fiercely and could poison a Mongolian horse in an instant, and I didn't dare to rush to step on it anymore. After making a gesture, Fatty Yu turned the horses again, and everyone urged the horses to escape into the forest, trying to use the speed of the horses to throw away the marbles that were chasing away.

But as soon as I entered the woods, I regretted it. The deeper the valley, the denser the trees were. Running on the wide grassland without any obstacles is indeed a pleasure, but riding a horse in a place with trees is really dizzy. Horses are running among the bushes, watching strange-shaped ancient trees fly by, and it feels like they will bump into the trees at any time.

I didn't run far, and my clothes were already several holes by the branches. I didn't know where the dog-skin hat fell. Seeing that the trees grew in the forest and were towering in the sky, everyone had to run away when they ran. I quickly grabbed the reins, but the specially trained horse could stop as soon as possible. My horse was not very obedient. Not only did it stop, but it rushed out in a diagonal thorn, and squeezed the fat man riding next to him and turned off the route.

The fat man's mount led him to an old tree. The thick branch grew very low, just across the fat man's route. Seeing this, the fat man quickly came to hide in the kick. He only saw the herdsmen on the grassland, but had never practiced it. He pulled his legs out of the kick, clumsyly hit the horse's back, curled up and fell on the side of the mount. Although his movements were ugly, he just avoided the horizontal branch.

The fat man was quite proud of his performance, fearing that the rest of the people would not see his hand, and shouted loudly that everyone would pay attention to his actions, but he could only imitate half of his hiding under the stomp. He was fat and weight, and it would be difficult to turn back the horse. At this time, his mount was about to run between two big trees. The width of the two trees was no problem to be able to pass by one horse, but the side of the horse was plus the fat man could not get through anyway. The fat man saw that he was about to hit the tree, and he had no way to hide, and it was impossible for the horse to stop. So he simply closed his eyes and abandoned the horse and rolled to the ground, fell into a ball of grass, and the horse jumped into the depths of the dense forest without looking back.

I was just watching the fat man hiding inside, but was hit by a thick and hard branch from the horse. I was wearing thick clothes so thick that my ribs were not broken. I also hugged the branch with both hands and hung in the air. The horse under my crotch was running, and I ran back and forth into the dense fog with my fat man. In a moment, I ran away without a trace, leaving only a string of horse hooves.

I hugged the tree branch and hung in the air, not up to the sky or down to the ground. My ribs were hit with a faint pain. I was about to let myself go, but I heard a few "rustling" sounds in the weeds under my feet. The big wings with three pairs of feet peeled off rose from the grass, raised their heads with their teeth and claws, and rushed towards my feet. When I saw that it was not good, I quickly tried to force my waist and legs, and turned over and climbed up the tree branch.

The old sheepskin is skilled in equestrianism. Although he and Ding Sitian rode together, they rode an old horse. When they ran, they still ran much faster than us in the forest. After entering the woods, they left me and the fat man behind. Ding Sitian turned around and saw that the fat man and I were falling off the horse, so she immediately told the old sheepskin that the two of them turned around and were catching me avoiding the attack of the windings on the tree branch.
Chapter completed!