When the soldiers and generals in the Mongolian camp saw that the King of Jinlun was killed, their heads soared into the sky, they couldn't help but shout in unison. Some were sad, some were shocked, some were fearful, some were angry... and many were disbelief. But no matter what, what they saw in front of them was undoubtedly true.

Kublai Khan was riding on the horse and looked at the murder of King Jinlun, and was full of disbelief. He was shocked. He had seen the martial arts of King Jinlun. In his eyes, King Jinlun's martial arts was really amazing and incredible. But he didn't expect that the first national master of the Great Mongolian Kingdom would be killed by the two enemies in such a short time today. Although the other party had won Yiduo, the two were still far from King Jinlun. In this way, they could kill such great masters as King Jinlun, which also showed that many Song people had emerged. Such young people had such advanced martial arts. When the number one master in King Jinlun's camp died, if these two assassins touched into the camp one night and assassinated him, I wonder who could stop him?

Thinking of this, I was frightened. Looking at Yin Zhiping and Li Mochou in the distance, he drew his sword and pointed at the two of them and shouted loudly: "Kill these two thieves and avenge the national teacher."

The two sides are not too far apart. Although the other two are still outside the range of ordinary soldiers' bows and arrows, most of them are cavalrymen. He doesn't believe that those with four legs can't run two legs, but he wants to use the cavalry that the Mongolian army is best at to kill them to eliminate this trouble.

This order was issued directly to the most elite personal guards beside him. Although the old naughty boy had a big fuss in the camp before, the camp was still quite chaotic at this time, and the personal guards beside him were not gathered. But there were hundreds of people around him at this moment.

The personal guards around him were carefully selected from the army, each of whom was agile, riding and archery, and were all elites with perseverance. At this time, although there were also people in the personal guards who had various emotions for the death of King Jinlun. But at this time, when he heard his order, they all cheered up and shouted and answered the order in unison, and then shouted and rode out, rushing towards Yin Zhiping and Li Mochou.

When Yin Zhiping saw the Mongolian cavalry coming, he did not dare to keep it anymore. He slashed the silver dragon sword in his hand, and had cut off a monk's robe from the body of the King of Jinlun, and then wrapped the King of Jinlun, and said "Walk" to Li Mochou. The two of them used their light skills to move up the hill together.

The horse hooves behind him were trembling, and the ground under his feet felt a little trembling. Yin Zhiping turned his head and looked back, knowing that in a short period of time, he and Li Mochou could still use light skills faster than the horses of the Mongolian cavalry. But walking so fast is not lasting, and manpower is always inferior to horsepower. Moreover, the Mongolian cavalry behind may not have to catch up with them, but only need to be able to catch up to the range of the bow and arrow, and arrows are fired at the back, and he and Li Mochou are in great danger.

However, he estimated the distance and speed of both sides. Knowing that the Mongolian cavalry behind him would be able to catch up to their range, he and Li Mochou had already crossed the hill. Not far from the hill, there were some woods and other covers behind him, and they would no longer be flat. Yu's cavalry's performance would be greatly restricted. Moreover, his own men were about to come and they would be together soon. The number of people on his side was not much different, so he was not worried about the pursuers behind him.

They were only about twenty feet away from the hill. Both of them were fast and fast, but in a short while they had arrived at the foot of the hill. Yin Zhiping said to the old naughty boy who was still waiting to call him under the hill, "Uncle Master, go." He kept jumping up the hill. Before he could finish calling, the old naughty boy turned around and walked one step ahead of the two of them.

The three of them ran up the hill one after another. Yin Zhiping looked at the foot of the other hill, but saw that his subordinates were about to arrive at the foot of the hill. He couldn't help but be happy and said intimately, "It's just right." He immediately greeted everyone and jumped down to answer.

The hundreds of Mongolian cavalry behind saw Yin Zhiping and the other two jumped over the hill, but they could no longer see them, but they did not stop for a moment and still galloped over to chase them. The hill was not too high, and the slope was not steep, and it was very smooth. They could gallop up by horses, and they didn't need to take a detour.

At the command of the leader, the cavalry shouted loudly and waved the horses, and then rushed straight towards the hill with a higher speed. They rushed to the foot of the hill, but suddenly they saw Yin Zhiping and the other two who had just jumped down the hill and returned, revealing their heads on the top of the hill.

The commander of the personal soldiers was overjoyed. He thought that Yin Zhiping and the other two were stunned and did not think too much. At this time, they were close to the range of the three. He took the lead in taking off the bow on his waist and wanted to shoot an arrow first to attract everyone to rain arrows.

After touching an arrow in the quiver, I just put it on the string. Suddenly, many people suddenly appeared on the top of the hill, scattered in a row beside Yin Zhiping and the other two. And they all had their bows and arrows, pulling the bow string wide and aimed at them.

The hundreds of Mongolian cavalry were shocked to see that many people suddenly popped up from the top of the hill, and they all posed bows and arrows. But at this time they were rushing forward, and it was too late to be shocked or regretful. But Yin Zhiping waved his hand down on the top of the hill and shouted, "Let it go!" The arrows were like rain, and a tent of arrows shot towards him.

Yin Zhiping's men were not only occupying the territory and being condescending, but also being good at martial arts, and their strength was much stronger than ordinary soldiers. When used to shoot archers, they were also very fast and powerful, far beyond ordinary archers.

The tent was raining down, and the screams of horses neighing were heard constantly, and hundreds of Mongolian cavalry fell down layer by layer like cutting wheat. But when the bowstrings were heard, the feather arrows broke through the air. In a moment, more than half of the Mongolian soldiers were shot and killed on the spot. Many were still shot with people and horses, leaving only dozens of cavalry hanging on the back, while the people in front blocked the arrows and escaped.

Seeing that he had escaped dozens of cavalry, Yin Zhiping refused to order people to chase him. He was all infantry. Although he could basically do light skills and could catch up with him, not far behind was the Mongolian army camp, where hundreds of thousands of Mongolian soldiers were there to respond. He had no need to test these dozens of cavalry. He did not clean up the battlefield under the hills to seize the spoils. He waved his hand and led his subordinates to turn back.
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