Vol 10 Chapter 30: Heartbroken

Fang Lang was startled, and quickly took a step back, looking nervous and said: "Don't mess around!"
Hua Zheng still looked at him with firm eyes, and said word by word: "I am your wife. I live in the same bed and die in the same hole!"
Fang Lang was amused, saying that I haven't been in bed with you yet. He tried to find a way to switch, but he heard the whistling sound behind him, it turned out that the Mongols had started the room. Helpless, he could only say: "Hurry up and hide!"
It was not the first day that Huazheng experienced the war, so he turned over and avoided the horses. His eyes stared at Fang Lang for an instant, but he saw Fang Lang lift off his robe and withdraw a piece of cloth, waving his hand.
The arrow fell ruthlessly, overwhelming like heavy rain. The horse in front of Huazheng was full of arrows within a short while, and the horse fell down with a mournful cry. Hua Zheng avoided the road, only to see that Fang Lang's hand was riddled with holes and he seemed to be fine. This was a relief.
Zamuhe saw the two people from a distance. They didn't run away, and Fang Lang was so stupid that he didn't even cut the bridge. He couldn't help being overjoyed, and the big man said in a hurry: "Offensive."
Unexpectedly, her order was too rough, and the soldiers immediately started shooting arrows when they heard the order. Zamuhe was taken aback. If two of them died, Temu would definitely not send troops. He wants to keep Temujin's daughter to humiliate him, and his son-in-law will be a cow and a horse for him. Even if Temujin couldn't send troops in this way, his reputation would be discredited.
As soon as he saw the soldiers throwing arrows, he yelled: "The fool wants to get it!"
The soldiers would realize this, and immediately some Mongolian soldiers drew a scimitar and charged towards the bridge.
After a round of arrows passed, Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at Hua Zheng's okay before he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked to the bridge head. At this time, the Mongolian soldiers rushed on the wooden bridge and galloped with their iron knights, carrying a strong wind. Fang Lang didn't even think about it, he hurriedly slapped the front and joked that the two Mongolian knights in the front were attacked by the wind of his palm, and they were taken away. But this did not stop the Mongols from advancing in the slightest, and more fierce soldiers rushed over. Fang Lang had already escaped the scimitar of a Mongolian warrior. Although he was bloated and didn't take advantage of it, he could still go to Li.
At this time, his six-fold acceleration was already in full play, and the surrounding scenery slowed down a lot for an instant, Fang Lang chopped and chopped, and within a short while, more than a dozen people fell into the water.
Zamuhe couldn't help but his eyes widened from a distance. With so many people besieging him alone, Fang Lang was able to block the bridge tightly. Is there any reason for this? He vaguely remembered that there was once a hero in the Central Plains, and he once blocked thousands of troops alone.
Lin Zihu of the Southern Tang Dynasty resisted one hundred thousand Song army by one person and guaranteed the retreat of the rear army.
Thinking of this, Zhamuhe couldn't help swallowing, saying that there are still many heroes in the Central Plains. He hurriedly said: "Hurry up, go over from both sides!"
Immediately some soldiers drove up driftwood and other things, planning to cross the river. Fang Lang changed and killed him, paying attention to the movement of the river bank for a hundred years. But seeing Mongolian soldiers running into the river like dumping dumplings, I couldn't help but get anxious. Now he can guarantee that Mongolian soldiers will not cross the river, but there will be problems later.
Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate, and forced the two Mongolian soldiers back with a palm, grabbing their bows and bending them in hand. With a click, the bow and arrow broke with too much force. Fang Lang smiled bitterly in his heart, and threw the scimitar as a bow and arrow. This was really effective. The machete broke the driftwood instantly, and several Mongolian soldiers sank into the river.
Fang Lang was overjoyed. The river is so fast that Mongolian soldiers have different water levels. Even if there is backwater, you can't come here to estimate that there is no driftwood! Thinking of this, he quickly avoided the scimitars of the other two people and threw them out.
The soldiers on the bridge here simply couldn't make it through. The taxi driftwood that crossed the river to the south had been cut off, and Zha Muhe looked increasingly anxious. He still doesn't know if Temuzhen will come. If he does come, it's good to say. If he doesn't come, wouldn't it be the chance for Huazheng and Fang Lang to commit suicide?
Thinking of this, he quickly said: "Kill the man first!"
With an order, all arrows were sent. The most unlucky thing is that when the river is halfway through the heat, these bows and arrows fly through love without a precise head. Many bows and arrows hit their own people. The amount of driftwood here was originally limited, and a lot of wood drifted into the river. When Fang Lang heard the sound, he grabbed the clothes of a Mongolian soldier and turned it off. In a moment, the soldier became a hedgehog.
Seeing him so brave, Zamuhe couldn't help feeling guilty. However, the more so, he was about to kill Fang Lang and quickly said: "Fool, shoot arrows from both sides!"
Soldiers outflanked the two wings and started to shoot arrows when they reached Fang Lang's side. However, no matter from which angle, their arrows were like avoiding Fang Lang, but they couldn't shoot him. Several times, the Mongolian soldiers were also a little guilty. At this time, Fang Lang had accumulated hundreds of corpses, not to mention those that fell into the water. As he walked, the corpse had been poisoned to death by the bridge, and he was really a bit higher.
Zhamuhe watched him kill more and more, and his face became extremely ugly. However, as long as he gets through the river, all the problems are not a problem. This strategy will succeed even if it is sacrificed!
Boom boom boom! The sound of horseshoes sounded again, and Zhamuhe's people hadn't passed away yet, suddenly there was a vote from the side. It's a drag!
The mine dragger Fang Lang separated and went across the Nalan River. He was walking in the direction Fang Lang fled. But the grassland was too big, and they missed it. After dragging mine for a while, he couldn't see anyone, so he could only come back temporarily to see if Fang Lang had any results. Sister Tuo Leiying was saved, she would die if she wasn't excited, and she didn't care if these people brought them back and killed them.
He only has less than four thousand people, but the people of Zamuhe are equal to him. He brought a total of 20,000 people, and 7,000 were distributed on the road. Later, nearly four to five thousand people were abandoned, and only Liu Qianren is still there. Just now, after chasing Fang Lang, he killed nearly six or seven hundred people on the bridge.
At this time, Zamuhe was quite lively, and when he saw the drag mine coming, his first thought was to run. So he ran away, leaving behind more than six thousand soldiers. There were more soldiers running away, and Tuoling didn't know where Zamuhe was, so he rushed over. If he could turn his head and look at Fang Lang at this time, that would be a great achievement. Because Fang Lang was desperately pointing in Zhamuhe's direction, he had no choice but to drag the thunder and didn't look at it.
The dragged people joined and turned the whole battle around. The Zhamuhe who had been killed by Fang Lang, who had lost one of them, began to flee for their lives. ..
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