"There is there!" This time someone finally saw the direction of the arrows flying. The remaining four knights drew out their iron swords, threw down their spears and rushed towards a hillside on the roadside.

On the hill was a bush, and in the middle was a big tree as thick as a bucket. Arrows flew out of the bushes one by one. Several knights swung their iron swords, but the angle and speed of the bows were too weird and fast. And the closer they rode, the stronger the force of the bows and arrows was shot.

Only then did they realize how stupid it would be to not bring a shield to improve their mobility.

With a scream of "Ah", another knight was shot overturned.

At this time, the distance was only a few dozen meters, and the three remaining knights with the highest rank shouted: "Drop off the horse and shoot arrows!"

The three of them jumped off their horses, untied their longbows from their backs, and shot arrows at the bushes.

When they first shot arrows, there was no rest in the bushes and the bows and arrows were not shot out again.

After shooting half a pot of arrows, the knight raised his hand: "Stop!"

The three of them hid behind the horse and observed for a moment, and the leading knight waved his hand. The three of them carefully touched the hill. No one had more confidence in melee combat than heavy-armored warriors. Not to mention fighting skills, they could just have dozens of kilograms of armor on their bodies withstand most of the attacks.

The bushes were split, and the three knights' movements were clumsy, but they were firm step by step, pushing towards the top of the hill like three small fortresses.

A loud noise suddenly came from above, and then the originally solid and tall tree fell down.

The three of them screamed and dodged to the side, but it was too late. The branches of the trees were lush and pressed down like a small hill. In an instant, the three of them were overwhelmed by the big trees.

A figure appeared behind the broken tree stump, and it was Yang Zheng.

He held a longbow in his hand and threw a few iron swords under his feet that had already been cut and rolled up flowers. It took him an hour to cut the tree until it was broken.

A scream came from under the trunk. Several knights were wearing heavy armor. Although they were crushed, they were not dead. Yang Zheng searched along the trunk, and cut off the knight's head one by one.

Carrying six heads, he walked down the hill, and he hung each head on a horse. For each hanging one, he marked a number on the horse with blood.

“64” “65”… “69”

Yang Zheng drew the last word "9" and stabbed the horse's butt. The horse neighed and headed towards the far away...

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Qiu Yuanshan looked at the heads in front of him with a gloomy face.

Not far away in front of him, Dekun lowered his head and sweated coldly.

"69, only two days ago, 69 people died, and there are 14 heavy knights, haha..." Qiu Yuanshan laughed in anger.

"Sir, I have set up a net of heaven and earth..."

"Shut up!" Qiu Yuanshan swept across the sword with his sword, and several heads rolled to the ground, shouting loudly: "Don't tell me so much useless nonsense. I want to see people and die. I'll give you three days. If you can't catch him again, I'll bury these dead soldiers with you. Get out, get out quickly."

Dekun was so scared that he rolled and crawled and ran out of the army's tent.

Qiu Yuanshan gasped heavily and it took him a long time to calm down. He was not angry about the death of the soldiers, but Yang Zheng. In the past few days and nights, Qiu Yuanshan often woke up from nightmares. He could feel that in the dark night, there were always eyes watching him coldly.

Horses kept bringing their owners' heads back to the military camp, and the number of deaths increased one by one made Qiu Yuanshan feel a little breathless.

Thinking that Zuo Qingzi also died at Yang Zheng's hands, he felt a little trembling.

If Yang Zheng fails to die for a day, he will be uneasy for a day.

He even regretted that he should have waited for two more days before he could return to the military camp and then design to kill him.

I was still too anxious. Even though I knew he was difficult to deal with, I sniped him halfway and lost the best chance to kill him. Qiu Yuanshan slowly closed his eyes, but his fists clenched tighter.

Dekun walked back to his military tent with a gloomy face.

"Sir, how about it?" Wilson came up.

"What's wrong? What the hell are you doing? You can't kill Yang Zheng with so many soldiers." Dekun cursed, and the anger he had just been vented from Qiu Yuanshan was vented on Wilson.

Wilson endured it secretly, and although he was extremely angry, he could only pretend to be a smile.

Dekun cursed, and when he saw Wilson's silent look, he was even more angry and kicked him in the lap: "You said something, the commander gave the death order. If you can't catch Yang Zheng within three days, you and I will die."

Wilson trembled and said, "How is this easy? Yang Zheng is too cunning."

"I'm x your mother, I gave you 1,000 people, but he killed 69 people. You didn't even touch the hair. You still have the face to say that he is cunning. It's more useful to raise a fuck than you." Dekun was so angry that he laughed.

"You lead the team to chase me personally. If you can't catch him, I'll kill you first."
Chapter completed!