"From here to the shattered leaves, a flat horse, a desert in the north, and the east and west foothills on the south side are mostly forests. There are many cavalrymen in the Western Barbarians. From the official road, we should confront Xidaying. From the south, we go around the mountains eastward, and we may still meet our own people who have been dispersed."

Fu Qing nodded, and the two of them walked around to the beacon tower and observed it. Only the smoke and dust left by the enemy cavalry crossing. No one went into the beacon tower to check it. The two lit the beacon and evacuated quickly. They moved south along the jungle quickly, into the mountain and then east. Along the way, they met the fully armed barbarian army from time to time, either patrolling or building bonfires to make meals. From time to time, four or five people hunted in the mountains and fired a cold arrow. After the beacon fire was lit, this kind of hunting might be more and more dense. Obviously, it was to deal with the fish that were missing behind him. A team of two people later learned that the beacon fires along the way had not been ignited at all, and the beacon fires they lit became a lonely beacon, which was useless.

The two were hiding on the north side of a village in Nanshan. The stream was gurgling, and a five-person scout team came casually. They heard the sound and hid in the bushes by the stream. Two Western barbarian soldiers came to the stream to relieve their hands. The other three found a shade and started making meals. The two Western barbarian soldiers were talking and laughing, holding a sabre and waved Wang Fu casually. The two began to untied their pants. Fu Qing hid on the edge of the grass, stepped on his side, half-squatted, and suddenly jumped up and grabbed the shoulders of the Western barbarian soldiers. He held a long knife in the other hand, poked them upwards from the man's waist, pointed directly at the handle, pierced the heart, and came out of the ribs. Fu Qing's eyes shone. Without waiting for the other person to react, he turned to grab the hair, pulled out the dagger from his shoes, pierced his neck, and blood was scattered.

Wang Fu was stunned for a moment when he saw this. I'm so obedient, fuck! I'm also a fierce man in the Shenwu Army. If I hadn't been abducted in my heart and were unwilling to be with some scum, I wouldn't have been assigned to a military camp as a prison guard. But I would never have been able to do such a clean and neat job as a young man! The young man's calm and accurate move, and the fierce and fierce attacks cannot be achieved by just hard practice. No matter how you look at the young man, you are not like the kind of person who comes and goes through the wind and rain every day.

This is the same as shooting archery. Some people practiced for a lifetime and were still ordinary; some people had not touched swords and guns for a few days, but when they were really good at killing swords and guns, they could see the swords and shoot them without any loss. Some people had been soldiers for a lifetime, and were trembling and dizzy when they saw killing chickens. Some white-faced scholars in the school dared to slash people to death when they lifted their kitchen knife, but they still remained calm and their hearts were not beating. After all, this is the natural nature of each person.

The little white-faced guy is born a fierce man! Before he could think too much, Wang Fu pulled out his long sword and rushed towards the three of them. The three of them didn't have time to pick up their weapons, and Wang Fu killed one by one and two times, and another was shot through the neck by the little white-faced crossbow.

Pay Qing and collect the horse left by the enemy, scrub the blood stained by the stream. The blood splashed out soon after and had not yet condensed, so it was easy to wash it off.

Wang Fu's eyes were filled with blood, "If the Euphorbia Camp is still there, he must rush back from here with a swagger and take away the commander of the barbarian army."

Wang Fu's fist hit him with a false hammer, "Is it a character x, the broken barbarian, with two thousand soldiers in the military camp, and more than three thousand soldiers. He was dispersed in one hour yesterday, leaving more than a thousand brothers behind, and I don't know where the rest have all scattered."

Fu Qing looked at the sky, "I guess, the barbarian army has surrounded Xidaying, and the interspers are also increasing troops later. These patrol teams are just to clean up the scattered soldiers who were disbanded in the military camp."

The two of them packed up a little and rode their horses along the mountain. About two days later, they arrived at a pass and got off the horse and climbed high.

Wang Fu looked at the terrain and said, "The valley in front is a supply station, with a lot of supplies, but there are no heavy troops to guard it. After passing the supply station, it is Xidaying. Xidaying should face them and cannot leave anymore. Where should the barbarian army stations be stationed? Let's go north, or go south to the mountain, and go south to Suye City, and ask the general to send troops to me. These barbarians are not worth seeing."

"Maybe there are lurking in the mountains, so be careful, let's go back the same way and go back."

"Let's go", Wang Fu pulled the reins and walked back for two steps. Suddenly, a messy sound came from the foot of the mountain, mixed with the sound of crossbows. What's the matter? Fu Qing and Wang Fu looked down through the grass. There were about a hundred or ten people vaguely passing through the bushes and moving into the mountains. There seemed to be more pursuers. A team of supplies stood up. There were also some scattered soldiers gathered on the ridge of their own, slowly forming a team of fifty people and encircling them.

"The barbarian soldiers are so fucking. They have grown up on horseback since childhood. They are good at riding and shooting. They have excellent horsemanship and excellent shooting skills. Those brothers are in danger. I don't know if they are a military force, a border army, or a white-faced brother. Do you want to find a way to respond?" Wang Fu asked.

Fu Qing narrowed his phoenix eyes and lay down, "Fortunately, here is close to the mountain, and the cavalry cannot perform when entering the mountain. In the battle of the mountains and forests, the barbarians are not opponents, so observe for a while before talking."

Wang Fu nodded and responded: "The Western Barbarians are known to control 300,000, which is similar to the Xiongnu during the Qin and Han Dynasties. In time, they will definitely imitate Meng Tian, ​​Wei Qing, and Huo Qubing to defeat the barbarian army and seal the wolf's servants again."

"Brother Wang, look over there."

Wang Fu looked in the direction of Fu Qing's finger. A barbarian general intercepted and killed him. The man was as big as a plate, bearded, with big hair on his back, his temples fell on his chest, his whole body was shining with golden rays, and he wore a golden hoop on his head, and two pheasant tails were inserted beside him, floating left and right. He was wearing a big red brocade robe, covered with gold and dragon scale armor. He sat on a four-hoofed snow fire dragon horse, holding a dragon tail phoenix head golden bird axe in his hand. He looked like a mountain-breaking force, like a demon king in the world.

"Well? That's a big man. If you are injured, the enemy will be in chaos. These people have a glimmer of hope. If you kill them, we will have no way to survive. No matter how chaotic the barbarian army is, they will still be revenge wildly. You are a little sensible."

"Brother Wang, you are here to support me, wave your robe, and invite your brothers to run here and enter the mountain."

Fu Qing adjusted the crossbow arrow and hugged his waist like a flexible raccoon cat. He rubbed his way through the woods a few times, approached the Demon King of the World, bypassed the huge rock, and climbed up a big tree. The wide road was not far away, and it was an excellent shooting position.

Wang Fu smiled bitterly. Waving his robe here is not a target? The barbarian army's shooting skills are not a house. Without having time to hold him, Wang Fu had to observe the retreat by himself, and extend from the tree on Fu Qing to entering the mountain. Wang Fu made a brief plan, found a long stick, put the robe on one end, hid behind the huge rock, and secretly left one eye to watch Fu Qing's movements.

Fu Qing started aiming with a crossbow. The distance was enough. It was too particular about shooting. Fu Qing Miaomiao's shoulders, Miaomiao's thighs, and there were four guards around the enemy general. The weapons in the guard's hands were very special. They hung on the horse, with a thin sword about one and a half long and two fingers wide. What a powerful technique to use this weapon. These people were like several alert cats, who noticed the danger and exploded. They stopped and watched, and their bodies twisted regularly. Fu Qing suddenly felt that the arrow he shot was not sure of being able to get away. The guard was a master, and his eyes swept towards him intentionally or unintentionally.

(End of this chapter)
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