Yin Zhiping rode his horse and ran for seven or eight miles in one breath before slowing down the horse speed. After walking for a while, he saw a stream flowing slowly in front of him. Yin Zhiping turned over and got off the horse, led the horse to the stream and let the horse lower its head to drink water and take a rest.

There was also a water bag hanging on the saddle. It was originally prepared by the Mongolian messenger on the horse. Yin Zhiping took it off without hesitation, pulled out the plug, poured it out and washed the mouth of the lower bag, and then raised the water bag and drank two sips.

After drinking the water, he hung the water bag again. Yin Zhiping looked around at the place where he was. This was next to a forest, which grew on a gentle slope hill, tilted down the slope surface, and was staggered in a staggered height.

After just looking around, Yin Zhiping suddenly heard a faint sound of horse hooves in the direction behind him, and the direction he was heading towards him.

"Are you discovered so quickly and chased me? You are not lucky today!" Yin Zhiping's face moved and he jumped into the tallest tree closest to him in the woods beside him. He climbed among the branches a few times, and his body was like a monkey, and he soon reached the top of the branch.

Yin Zhi stepped on the shaking branches with flat feet, grabbed the branches above his head with one hand to fix his body, and built a pergola with the other hand, climbed up to look far and looked in the direction he was when he came.

After a moment of looking, a group of dozens of riders were riding their horses. The current rider was constantly looking down at the ground, apparently looking at the horse's hooves on the ground, and following this.

"As a matter of fact, I sent more than a dozen people. Brother, I am really good at predicting things!" Yin Zhiping was proud and boasted, then noticed the abnormality of the group of people, and said to himself: "Hey, it's not right. This group of people doesn't look like Mongolian soldiers. Although they are dressed in Mongolians, they are not wearing military uniforms. The rest are even more mixed, with different clothes. It's such a hodgepodge!"

Although it was strange and I couldn't figure out what this group of people did, since there were Mongolians inside and tracking his horse's hoof prints, it was naturally impossible to come to make friends. Yin Zhiping was too lazy to think too much. For the Mongolians, he also followed the countermeasures of "rather kill the wrong ones than let go". Regardless of whether he was a good person among the Mongolians, since he came to kill people on the territory of our Han people, he had to have the awareness of being killed. Repaying resentment, national hatred, etc., it was not clear.

Yin Zhiping was not a philosopher and thinker, and he was too lazy to think about the various principles. He just needed to identify a simple principle. That is, in this era, the Mongols who invaded the Han territory were all said to be killed. No matter whether there were eighty mothers in his family and three-year-old children in his family. If you die, your family will be pitiful. Are we Han people not pitiful? Why can't you bear to kill when you see you?

Everyone has their own reason and thinks they are right. So, in the final analysis, it depends on who has a strong fist and who is strong to reason. The weak are not qualified to reason. This principle is the same whether it is placed in the world, the court, or between countries. It can be said that it is suitable for everyone.

Yin Zhiping jumped under the tree, picked the bow and arrow from the horse, and then climbed the tree again.

The nomadic people in the grassland have always been famous for their riding and shooting. Basically, everyone in the Mongolian army was equipped with bows and arrows. Yin Zhiping had killed more than 50 Mongolian soldiers in the village near Yancheng, and the horse he transferred to was also hung with bows and arrows. Later, he rushed to the road and had nothing to do, so he took them to practice archery.

The requirements for archery are not as good as extravagant, accurate or ruthless as the words. Yin Zhiping has excellent martial arts, good eyesight, strong strength, and quick eyes, so he will naturally be quick to learn archery. In just over ten days, his archery skills can be achieved with a hundred steps, and he can be called a archer who can beat every shot. Of course, a sharpshooter cannot be called. No matter how good his foundation is, it cannot be practiced in just over ten days.

Although the horses that Yin Zhiping robbed this time were from Mongolian commanders, they were just messengers who passed orders and messages back and forth, but there were also bows and arrows hanging on the saddle.

This time, Yin Zhiping stood on a thicker branch and could stand firmly without holding on his hands. He set off his bow and arrow, aiming at the dozens of riders who were gradually approaching below.

Yin Zhiping saw that there were a few Han people in this group. The Mongolians were hateful, but the traitors who were lackeys for the Mongolians were even more hateful. Yin Zhiping first aimed at the traitors, and when the group approached within a hundred steps, he immediately let go and fired the arrow.

He fired an arrow, and kept stopping, followed by another arrow. The speed he practiced with sword speed is also very useful for archery, and the speed of taking arrows is extremely fast. His hands move back and forth in the bowstring and quiver, so fast that they become a shadow.

"Sharp..."

The bowstring kept ringing, almost a breath, Yin Zhiping had shot out more than thirty arrows in the quiver.

"careful!"

"Hide!"

The dozens of cavalry below were caught off guard by the small rain of arrows released by Yin Zhiping alone. They didn't expect that, and screamed in a few screams. As soon as they met, seven or eight people were shot to death, and four or five people were injured and several horses were shot to death.

Only the noble young man holding a folding fan and the Tibetan monk were not injured at all. There were two Mongolians who often used arrows and were good at hiding arrows. They also had good riding skills. They hid in stirrups and hid on the side of the horse, but were not injured.

The noble young master waved his fan and blocked the arrows that were shooting at him. He immediately shook his hand and shot several darts at the hiding place on Yin Zhiping's tree. At the same time, others also flew up with Li'an and rushed straight towards him.

A strong bow can shoot at a distance of a hundred steps, but when you use your hand to hit the dart, the noble young master has not weak internal strength, but a few darts can't fly over a hundred steps. Yin Zhiping was too lazy to block them, and he didn't have to hide at all. Those darts fell out of strength when they hit the leaves.

Drawing his sword in his hand, Yin Zhiping jumped down from the tree, looked down from a high place, and rushed straight to the noble young man who had just risen and fall in the air. The sword light flashed, and the sound of the sword blade breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty swords stabbed in a row.

The noble young master suddenly saw a flash of figure above, followed by countless sword lights, and his head was covered with thorns. He was shocked and quickly swung his fan to block it.

But the opponent's sword was extremely fast. He followed by a sword. He couldn't keep up with the opponent's movements and could not deal with them at any time. He could only take action with all his might and waved the folding fan over his head into a defense. He could only shout "Ding Ding Ding" and there was a sudden sound. It was like dense rain. He didn't know how many times the folding fan in his hand was stabbed by the opponent.

Especially when he took all his strength, he couldn't hold back his breath and lightly. Although he could barely block the opponent's attack and was not injured, his body immediately sank and fell down.

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