Yang Zheng ran desperately until he entered a small bush forest, and could no longer support him. He stepped into a small pit and fell heavily to the ground and rolled forward.

If you cannot hear the voice of the pursuers, it is safe for the time being, but it does not mean that you have escaped from danger.

The whole body was like fire burning, and countless wounds were bleeding out. The tragic fight and killing half a day ago was still in front of him. Meng Xun blocked the Liuya for him, but lost his life. Liu Ruofei, Hongshi, and Yulei also fled in all directions. There were only five of them, but they were facing nearly a thousand heavy armored cavalry.

There is no more choice than escaping.

Meng Xun was dead and the other three were missing. Yang Zheng suffered the most severe blow. Most of the thousand Wolf Tooth Army were separated to hunt him down, and Dekun and Wilson were the leaders.

It's really ironic.

He didn't expect that he had just eliminated the biggest enemy for Cangyue Kingdom, and Qiu Yuanshan was so impatient to kill them.

Yang Zheng didn't care about the rewards at first, but Cangyue Kingdom did it. He was completely betrayed by the dog.

Meng Xun roared desperately before his death: "Brother Xiao Zheng, run away quickly and avenge me in the future."

Still ringing in his ears, Yang Zheng watched Meng Xun, who had been hit by dozens of arrows, rushed towards the heavy armored cavalry, and was instantly flooded by the black torrent...

At that moment, Yang Zheng had no other emotions except for the hatred that erupted like a volcano.

The remaining reason made him run away with all his strength. He could not die. One day, he would pay the price for everything Cangyue Kingdom did today.

Yang Zheng, who was lying on the ground, had mud and bloody smell in his mouth and nose, and it was drizzling in the sky, which at least gave Yang Zheng a little hope of escaping, because the Wolf Tooth Army sent not only cavalry but also hunting dogs with particularly sensitive noses.

The rapid breathing made the air in the lungs seem to be drained. A wave of dizziness hit Yang Zheng's nerves. He had killed too many people and ran too far. All the hidden weapons on his body were used up, and the blood hunting knife was broken into two pieces. Unexpectedly, the weapons that were intended to assassinate Zuo Qingzi were used to kill "his own people" in the end. This is really a great irony.

Breathing and taking a deep breath, Yang Zheng resisted the surging fatigue, supported by his incomparable perseverance and will. He did not want to be captured like a pig, and then chopped off his head as the prey for others to become promoted.

The slight footsteps came into his ears with the blowing wind, and the barking of evil dogs. He was shocked. Yang Zheng supported himself and rolled into the grass on the side of the road.

The wound touched him, making him bare his teeth.

It was too fast, Yang Zheng had tried his best to confuse the enemy, but the blood on his body and his breath brought clues to the hunting dog.

It is impossible for two legs to run beyond four legs, but here is a hundred miles apart, and there is not even a large forest.

He bit his tongue hard, leaned against the blood and energy stimulated by the pain, and staggered towards the roadside. The grass and trees around him became denser and denser. Yang Zheng desperately cut out a road with the broken sword in his hand. Soon, tiredness was like a giant beast eroding his only remaining physical strength, supporting his strong will to survive. If he had not been under extremely cruel training, he would have already lay down. When he came out of a dense pile of thatched piles, he suddenly stepped on the air. It turned out to be the edge of a slope. He was so tired that he could not keep his foot. He rolled straight down from the top of the slope like a human ball, and he didn't know how many horizontal branches of plants were broken. With a "pop" sound, he finally fell into a gutter.

It seems like a trap for hunters to capture their prey.

Yang Zheng almost lost consciousness when he fell.

The "Barbie" hanging on his chest was not moving at all. In the past, when Yang Zheng was in a desperate situation, "Barbie" always gave him a glimmer of hope, but since the night he killed Zuo Qingzi, "Barbie" had an abnormal situation, and there has been no movement since then.

Yang Zheng bit the broken sword and tried his best to climb out of the deep pit.

The sound of the hunting dog became louder and louder, like an evil ghost who was hiding the soul, constantly entangled behind Yang Zheng.

Looking at the aimless way under the dim sky in front of him, Yang Zheng suddenly felt like a lost dog.

The innate arrogance made this thought stimulate his nerves.

"Since escaping has become a luxury, it's better to play a game with great enthusiasm. I will no longer be the rabbit that keeps running away. I can also reveal my fangs. Between the pursuers and the pursuers, it was originally a game of brave people."

After leaving the idea of ​​escaping, Yang Zheng was surprised to find that his confidence with strength was restored to his body.

A strong fighting spirit burned in his body.

Anyone who dares to underestimate him Yang Zheng will pay a heavy price.

Yang Zheng stopped, took off his blood-stained clothes and hid them in a bush. He pulled out a wild grass root with a strong stimulating smell on the roadside, squeezed out the juice and wiped it all over his body, lowered his body and lurked in the opposite direction.

When he hid on the branches of a big tree and waited for a while, the grass not far away was indeed pushed away.

Several soldiers barked loudly at the bush where he had just hidden his clothes.

The soldiers looked at the bushes with vigilance, took the longbows from their bodies, and aimed at the bushes together.

Yang Zheng carefully observed the surroundings and had escaped far away, so there were only five soldiers chasing him, and his confidence increased greatly.

Dekun and Wilson still underestimated him and avoided his injuries all over his body. However, Yang Zheng had enough confidence to take this five-man team, as long as they took a few steps forward.

"Yang Zheng, you can't escape, come out quickly." Several soldiers shouted, and the evil dogs under their feet were all open, and a fierce whine sounded in their throats.

No one responded, and several soldiers looked at each other and shot sharp arrows in their hands.

"Swoosh-swoosh-"

Five sharp arrows drilled into the bushes from different angles, which showed that the elite Wolf Tooth Army had good training on weekdays, and just ordinary soldiers had good strength and experience in encircling and suppressing the enemy.

Unfortunately, they were facing Yang Zheng, who had the intuition of beasts and the way of hiding modern special forces.

There was no movement in the bushes, and the evil dogs were still roaring, and the soldiers were shocked and suspicious.

If there were really people there, it would be impossible for them to escape the powerful arrow just now.

The soldiers took back their longbows, drew out their iron swords, and circled around the bushes in three directions. Yang Zheng also tensed his nerves at that moment. The light shot out of his eyes was like a poisonous snake peeking at the prey, and the m9 saber that killed Zuo Qingzi was already tightly held in his hands.

Five steps, four steps, three steps...

"ah--"

With a scream, the soldier walking in the front fell down the pit first.

The trap of the hunter was cleverly arranged by Yang Zheng, and the other soldiers became confused. The other two stopped quickly and looked around with vigilance. There were two soldiers who wanted to pull the pit. The soldiers who fell down screamed in tears.

"Damn it, there are stakes underneath, and he is injured." The soldiers who pulled the people shouted.

A soldier had already rushed into the bushes and slashed with an iron sword. Soon, the bloody clothes that Yang Zheng had thrown there as a disguised were also found. The soldier shouted in anger: "Damn it, I've been cheated. It seems that he has escaped a long time ago and deliberately made a trap here."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get Landrah up. He has shed a lot of blood. Come and help." The other soldiers thought Yang Zheng had left, so they all relaxed their vigilance.

Yang Zheng slid down the tree like a loach. He raised a small stone from the ground and bounced towards the evil dog.

"Wang...Wang...Wang..." The evil dog barked wildly.

"Call you mom!" A soldier who was still angry kicked the evil dog aside with a force.

"Woo..." The evil dog ran out of the bushes in disgrace.

A good opportunity, Yang Zheng bent down lightly and lurked over. The pit was wet and slippery. Another soldier jumped down and was about to push the injured Rand from below. The three soldiers left on it obviously did not expect that Yang Zheng was still here and was already approaching like a ghost.

When it approached five meters, Yang Zheng kicked his back leg and exerted force. The m9 saber in his hand drew a blue light. After passing one soldier, he quickly kicked another soldier's butt. The soldier screamed and fell into the pit. At this moment, the first soldier covered his neck and made a horrible sound in his throat. His eyes turned white, and blood poured out of his fingers, and his whole body fell to the ground.

All this happened in the flash of lightning, and there was only one soldier left in the pit.

Yang Zhengwei paused. The powerful force just now made his whole body hurt again, and blood gushed out.

Although the remaining soldier was in a state of chaos, he raised his iron sword, and the evil dogs in the distance began to bark and run.

One man and one dog rushed towards Yang Zheng.

The iron sword passed by Yang Zheng's nose. Yang Zheng retreated quickly. M9 threw it hard and nailed it into the evil dog's eyes. He rolled back and picked up the iron sword left by the murdered soldier. The soldiers had already rushed over and slashed the sword quickly. With a "ding" sound, the heavy force made Yang Zheng's hand tremble.

The battles in recent days have exhausted Yang Zheng's physical strength. If it were normal, Yang Zheng would have cut him down with one sword.

The soldier seemed to see that Yang Zheng was at the end of his strength, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. Yang Zheng's head was worth at least one Count. Kill him and you'll be sent!

He shouted loudly and slashed several times.

Yang Zheng felt more and more difficult and was forced to retreat repeatedly by him.

"Mom!" Hu fell into Pingyang and was killed by a small soldier without any power to fight back. Yang Zheng died in a depressed state.

He let go of the iron sword and a sword was immediately scratched on his shoulder, but at this time he kicked out, and the soldier was in the dark. With a "scream", the soldier knelt on the ground in pain. Yang Zheng picked up the iron sword and cut off his head with a knife. The warm blood splattered Yang Zheng's face.

"fcuk!" Yang Zheng cursed fiercely.

A low cry came from a distance. Yang Zheng looked at him and saw a soldier who was about to climb out of the pit and just happened to see Yang Zheng chopping off his companion's head.

Yang Zheng walked over with murderous intent.

The soldier was so scared that he was terrified when he saw Yang Zheng walking over with an iron sword. He thought of what Yang Zheng was doing during the devil training in the military camp. He loosened his hand and fell backwards.

A soldier under the pit had been stabbed to death by a stake, and only two were left looking at Yang Zheng in horror.

"Please, let us go. I swear to Geweilu, the God of Light, that I will never tell you whereabouts." A soldier trembled and begged for mercy.

Yang Zheng threw down the iron sword, and the two soldiers thought they had to keep their lives, so their faces were relaxed.

However, Yang Zheng bent down and picked up the longbow left by the soldiers, bent his bow and arrow, and quickly shot two arrows.

Everything is silent.

When he was convinced that there were no pursuers around him, Yang Zheng took out a bottle of gold-invasive medicine from the arms of a corpse, wiped it with it, then took off the corpse's clothes and leather armor and put it on it, raised a longbow, put three buckets of feather arrows on his body, and picked up the m9 saber. Then he removed the blood, threw all the corpses into the pit, and covered it with thatch.

After doing all this, Yang Zheng cleared the bushes and quickly flashed in.

...

The sleet in the sky fell even more urgent.

The originally muddy road became hard to move forward, and the six cavalry ran quickly along the road from afar. They were wearing black iron armor, heavy spears in their hands, strong bows on their backs, and iron swords on their waists, fully armed.

The sound of horse hooves seemed even more rapid in this empty wilderness.

When passing by a bush forest that was more than one person tall, a sudden powerful arrow struck the sky, and instantly crossed a hundred meters away like a meteor. The knight in the lead had not yet had time to swing, and he had already fallen down. A feather arrow had been inserted into his eyes of the fully covered helmet, which was only two inches wide. Blood oozed out of the gap in the helmet and quickly flowed all over the ground.

The horse was shocked and neighed, and several knights held the horse zombie at the same time. The strange arrow just now shocked their hearts.

They are the highest-level heavy-armed knights in the Western Front Camp, and they also feel a little terrified.

"Swoosh-" Another sound, and another knight fell down without even humming.
To be continued...