Chapter 20: Little Hei Tan ()

Zhao Xu's team deliberately pulled behind, watching his brothers fighting against the robbers from afar.

"These guys are so amazing, young master, I'm afraid those robbers are not their opponents!"

With screams, the wind was sent along the canyon to Zhao Xu's ears. The guard beside him was the little leader who was once beaten by Zhao Fubo and vomited blood.

"I think so, did you see that? The leader of the idiot robber came back to report the message! If you have the chance, you will lead the people you have to help them. You can't let Erlang and Old Martin return to Huangsha City!"

While saying these words, the robber leader was lying on his horse and running towards him. A trace of resentment flashed through Zhao Xu's eyes as he looked at him.

"It's really useless. Dozens of people can't beat those few people!"

At this time, in the canyon, Zhao Fubo, with his four subordinates, and with the assistance of several archers, was still struggling to guard the defense line, waiting for his elder brother to arrive.

"careful……"

The big guns in his hand were swaying, blocking the attacks of the two Mamluk cavalry on the way, but Zhao Fubo no longer had the chance to resist the iron spear that was stabbed later.

After all, he was just a fifteen-year-old child. Even though he was stronger than other children, he felt more and more tired from these powerful robbers.

The big gun in his hand seemed to be getting heavier and heavier at this time. The big gun flower could no longer be shaken easily.

With a "default", Muke, who rushed over from behind, swung his knife to block the attack of an iron spear for Zhao Fubo, and then yelled at him.

"I can't stop it, leave!"

Zhao Fubo looked around at the current situation. Because John was weak and was not suitable for fighting immediately, he had already been driven back to the defensive line by Zhao Fubo.

There he used his longbow to help defend, but he was the only one who could really fight, Muk and the remaining Mamluk.

At this moment, the Mamluk cavalry was also injured.

Looking into the distance, the elder brother's convoy was still far away. Zhao Fubo guessed in his heart that his plan to defeat this bandit with his elder brother might have failed.

"Okay, Muke and I cut off the back, the rest of them left first!"

After shouting, they fought and retreated with Muke, and slowly retreated to the vicinity of the cart formation. At this time, the robbers were afraid of the power of the bow and arrow, and jumped off their horses, covered their bodies with shields and slowly approached.

At this time, without the assistance of the four longbowmen, their defense power was greatly reduced. The robbers' attack on the gaps between the two carriages became more and more powerful, but these robbers were also afraid that the big gun in Zhao Fubo's hand would be sharp.

They had never seen Chinese internal gunshots, and had already broken seven or eight people under this gun. Therefore, they only dared to use the weapons in their hands to collide with Zhao Fubo's gun from afar, hoping to use his strength to capture him in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, this is a time-consuming style of play, but they can't help but defend the gap between Zhao Fubo and Muke.

"Swoosh..."

The sound of a long arrow breaking through the air came, and the sound of "Dangdang" came from Zhao Fubo's ear, but Muke swung his knife and split two long arrows shot.

"There are people on the top of the cliff!"

His loud shouts were not over yet, and the two longbowmen who assisted Martin had already screamed loudly. After a sudden sneak attack of the hidden arrow, they fell to the ground. Seeing that their bodies were twitching, they seemed to have died.

"I'm so fucking unlucky..."

Martin, who was dragged out of the car by them, rolled to the ground at this time. If he had no help from his legs, he would be in danger.

He tried his best to support his body with his arms, tried his best to get up, and cursed loudly in his mouth, like an old horse who was tortured by illness and was already old.

"Muk protects Yu'er, I'll go and save the teacher!"

At this time, Shu Yuer had already jumped on a war horse, and she was actually holding her own two-meter-long white wax spear in her hand.

Little John carried a bow on his back, and several arrows were in the leather bag behind the saddle. He and the other two archers used arrows to seal the gaps in the two large workshops so as to gain some time for them.

"Teacher, grab my hand!"

Zhao Fubo bent down, reached out to pull Martin's arms that were stretched over, and screamed and lifted Martin's body from the ground to his horse.

At this moment, the feather arrows kept rushing towards Zhao Fubo's broad back and approached like lightning.

“Erlang…”

"careful……"

Shu Yuer and Little John shouted together. If it weren't for the critical situation of the war, everyone would have discovered that their voices were actually somewhat similar.

Although little John is heavier, he definitely does not have the voice a man should have.

"when"

A crisp sound rang behind Zhao Fubo. The steel armor in the leather armor that Wei Zhen sent him saved his life. Little John thought Zhao Fubo had been killed by arrows, so he raised the longbow in his hand and shot an arrow towards the top of the cliff.

"ah……"

The screams came from the cliff, and the little John, who was attacking with hatred, was still extremely accurate. At this time, the little black charcoal that was hunching Zhao Fubo was running away and left the range covered by the rain of arrows on the cliff.

"Go away..."

Perhaps the situation is really urgent, Muke spoke a lot today.

Seeing Zhao Fubo and Martin break away from the cliff-top arrow attack, Muke ignited the carriage with the oil on the axle.

In the rolling smoke, the flames kept rushing up, completely covering the way for the pursuers to advance. Even the careful Muke untied the horses pulling the carts and pulled the reins together, and then he took the horses away.

The group ran desperately along the canyon to the distance. At this time, the Mamluk next to Zhao Xu, who was hiding on the top of the cliff, appeared. He looked at the person leaving, and showed a complicated expression.

Not long after, Zhao Xu rode his white horse and came to the fire. Looking at the dead bodies underground, he opened the fan with a "whistle" sound, covering his mouth and nose, as if the smell of blood had already made him unbearable.

On his carriage, faces with pretty faces with very few clothes were exposed.

Among them is the water snake's waist, which was wearing a veil and could not see her face clearly. However, in her deep and concave eyes, Wu Tongtong's eyes were filled with surprise at the corpses of many robbers underground.

When her eyes collided with the leader of Mamluk beside Zhao Xu, she seemed to have exchanged some information. Then the two of them quickly turned their eyes, as if nothing had happened just now.

However, Zhao Xu looked at the dead bodies on the ground and sighed a little unbearable.

"Erlang is really a brave man. Just because they have blocked the attacks of these Mamluk cavalry. If they weren't too powerful, you Mamluk cavalry would be useless!"

When he said these words, a hint of sadness and anger flashed through the gaze of the guards beside him and the robber leader. Zhao Xu, who was so proud, did not notice at all, and he waved a folding fan.

"You guys are about to put out the fire and then open the road. Master, I am still in a hurry to rush on the road! Alas, it's a pity. This time, I can't tell when and when will I be able to capture it again!"

Let’s talk about Zhao Fubo, who relied on the flames to get rid of the pursuers, hurriedly fled from the canyon. Soon after, the terrain became suddenly brighter.

The canyon is the last barrier between the Zhao family and the outside world. After passing this hill, it is a coastal plain with abundant grass and beautiful water.

Due to the nourishment of the marine climate, large areas of grass grow on the sand here. After dozens of miles away, there is the Zhao family's horse herding horses and cattle and sheep.

When Zhao Fubo's father built Jifengzhuang here, he naturally had the intention of relying on hills to resist attacks. The tall walls meant that this was a castle like a military fortress.

Outside the castle are some tangy houses built with soil. Except for the shepherds' residence, most of them are buildings such as cattle galleries and horse circles.

But when these buildings could be seen from afar, Zhao Fubo's little black charcoal was suddenly crossing. He threw Zhao Fubo and Martin on its back and rolled on the road.

There was grass growing on the side of the road, and there was a soft sandy land below, so the two of them were not injured. Xiao Heichang, who was lying on the ground, never stood up again.

"Little Black Charcoal...Little Black Charcoal..."

Zhao Fubo, who had been climbing up from the ground, grabbed the horse. It was not until this time that he discovered that a long arrow from Xiao Heitan's abdomen had penetrated deeply.

The little black charcoal that fell to the ground also showed up in the horse's mouth, and blood foam that kept flowing outward.

The spiritual big eyes looked at Zhao Fubo, and a drop of clear tears flowed down its long face, as if he couldn't bear to part with Zhao Fubo.

A gentle and long hissing sound came from his throat, and he spoke to Zhao Fubo.

"My stupid brother, what can you do if you don't have me..."

Zhao Fubo stared at Xiao Heitan's injury in a daze. When he realized that this was a fatal injury, a huge sadness grabbed him tightly in an instant.

He sat on the ground with his legs soft and his butt, and burst into tears with a "wow". He reached out to wrap his hand around Xiao Hei Tan's thick neck and pressed his face against its sweaty neck.

As long as he can remember, he had lived in the deserted garden of the horse farm. Apart from this foal that was as black as black as charcoal, he had no friends or friends.

They went down the river together when it was hot, and when it was cold, they squeezed together to keep warm.

If Shu Yuer was not sent to Liuyuan by his father later, Zhao Fubo would probably still be the lonely Zhao Fubo.

But at this moment, Xiao Hei Tan, who was with him day and night, fell in front of him dyingly, and he was completely powerless.

Zhao Fubo, who was crying loudly with his horse's head in his arms, shouting in a vague manner, looking at the people around him with tears in his eyes.

"Little Hei Tan, you can't die. If you die, I'll be the only one left..."

At this moment, Zhao Fubo could no longer imagine how lonely he would be if he had returned to the wasteland and never seen Xiao Hei Tan again!

His crying not only shocked people like Martin and Little John, but even Shu Yuer was extremely surprised.

She could hardly believe that the crying Erlang in front of her was Zhao Fubo, who had seven orifices open to the six orifices and had completely unfamiliar with his affection.

Shu Yuer, who was infected by Zhao Fubo, had tears in her eyes and she silently cried with him. However, little John, although his blue eyes also looked a little wet.

But after experiencing the war for a long time, he still stared at the direction the robbers might come with the other two longbowmen.

At this time, it was already dusk when the sun was about to set, and a few birds slowly flew into the distance beside the fire-like clouds.

Zhao Fubo's cry brought some wind. They swayed the fine yellow sand and turned in the wilderness, making the dusk appear more desolate and sad.
Chapter completed!