Chapter 1405 Immortal Help!

<"readability-styled"style=":inline;">But he said that the boy, who had no equestrian skills at all, was thrown off by the horse, but he knew that if he fell off the horse, he would not say whether he would fall to his death, but If he chased those Tartars behind him, he would be dead.

Therefore, he held the knife in one hand, and firmly grasped the horse's mane with the other hand, leaving the reins alone, allowing the horse to gallop on its own, only clamping its legs, and lying on the horse's back, until it felt that the horse was running slowly. Then he hit the horse's butt with the back of his knife, and the horse ran like crazy again.

Although the following Tartars were good at riding, they were all big and round, without his lightness, it was difficult to get close in a short time.

The Tartars tried to shoot a few arrows, but due to the distance, they missed the aim, and they all fell to the side, which affected the speed instead, so they put away their bows and arrows and chased after them.

After leaving the village, there is a dirt road stepped on by the villagers for generations. This dirt road leads to the official road several miles away, and the Tartars found it along the dirt road from the official road.

The purpose of the young man surnamed Xin is not the official road, but because the official road is very flat, the opponent's riding skills are superb, and he may be taken down in a few strokes.

His purpose was to go to an old forest two miles away, where the forest was deep and densely covered with mountains, as long as he entered the forest, the Tartar's horse would be useless.

The horse under his crotch was pumped by him and ran very fast, and he reached the old forest in almost a moment, but what the young man didn't expect was that he couldn't stop the horse.

No matter how he pulled the mane or the rein, it was useless, and only then did he realize that the horse was startled.

The young man also became ruthless, first threw the long knife out, and then pulled his feet out of the stirrups, this is what he saw the miserable appearance of the tartar being dragged away by the horse before, and he deliberately had a heart.

Then he gritted his teeth, pressed the horse's back with both hands, and pushed back hard, and the whole person fell directly from the horse's back.

What a speed this horse is. As soon as the young man touched the ground with his feet, he felt a strong force leading him to stagger forward. He covered his head with both hands, and then rolled over for a while. The horse has already run far.

As soon as he came back to his senses, two feathered arrows flew from behind and stuck not far behind him. Looking back, the Tartar's horse was less than a hundred steps away from him.

He was so frightened that he scrambled to his feet, picked up the long knife thrown by him, and then quickly ran into the old forest.

The young man was originally a soldier, his father and uncle were both soldiers. Although his father died in battle, his uncle was wounded by a sword in his early years, his lungs were injured, and he suffered from tuberculosis. superior.

When my uncle was still alive, he told him the story of the Ming army killing Tartars. He once told him that if you encounter a small number of Tartars, you can fight if you can, and run if you can't fight, but you must not leave when you run. The straight line is all because the Tartars are skilled in bowing horses, walking in a straight line is undoubtedly death.

He still remembered that his uncle boasted that when he met a small group of Tartars, he just ran around in a snake, looking for a terrain that could cover him, so he survived a narrow escape.

At the beginning, he had bickered with his uncle, saying, "Didn't you hurt your lungs? What else is there to say..." He said that in the past, but now when he meets a tartar, he immediately chooses the method that his uncle said, He ran towards the old forest in a snaking manner, which really made him dodge a lot of arrows.

Those Tatars galloped on their horses and quickly approached him, but he was not far away from the dense forest, and rushed into the forest after snaking for dozens of steps.

Originally there were four Tartars chasing him, one of them went to rescue the guy who was dragged away by the horse, and the remaining three chased here. Seeing the young man entered the dense forest, they all beat the horse and circled, chattering in the Tartar language. They were discussing something, their expressions were very serious.

Originally, the Tatars came out to grab the autumn food, and it was nothing to run away with a Han boy, and they would not have chased them so far, but a brother from the Tartars was dragged by a horse and seriously injured, and when the boy ran away, he rode very hard. The horses of their companions carried the same long swords as theirs.

This proves that there is still a companion who does not know whether he is alive or dead, which is absolutely not allowed.

The three Tartars said a few words,

They started arguing with serious faces, and seemed to disagree. Suddenly, a burly man with a beard got off his horse, carried a bow and arrow and held a long knife, and strode towards the dense forest in pursuit.

The two Tartars behind him shouted: "Akton, Akton!"

The burly Tatar waved his hand, and strode into the woods. The other two Tatars looked at each other, but dismounted helplessly and tied the three horses to a tree before chasing them in.

The young snake entered the woods, and was covered by trees, so it was not afraid of the Tartars' bows and arrows. It ran like a cat, ran dozens of steps in the woods, and then hid in the bushes and looked out.

Seeing those three Tartars lingering, I thought that the other party would give up, but unexpectedly they got off their horses and chased them in.

The young man turned his head and ran. This forest is close to the village. He has been running around the village since he was five years old. He also comes here often, so he is familiar with it. Run towards the direction of the mountain.

The tartar first shot a few arrows, but the young man cleverly avoided them by using the trees to cover them.

Although the young man was light and quick, but after all he was young and lacked strength, and when he ran, he dodged here and there, exhausting his energy, so the distance between the tartar and him gradually approached.

After running for a quarter of an hour, the young man felt that his breathing was like a bellows, and his lungs were about to blow out, so he thought it would be better to go back and fight. Of course, he also knew that this trip would undoubtedly lead to death, but he also It's better than dying from such a useless gasp.

Before he could make up his mind, he suddenly heard the sound of gold and iron intersecting in the distance ahead.

"Could someone be fighting?" The young man's thoughts turned: "I don't know if it's the Han or the Tartars. I might as well go there. If the Hans will help me, if it's the Tartars, it's about the same as now. At worst, I'll just die!"

With hope, people also regained their energy, and breathing felt less strenuous, so they left a waist-high grass and continued to run forward.

Seeing that the boy had already slowed down, the tartar suddenly started running again, sneered again and again, as if he was dying, he turned his head to greet his two companions, and hurriedly chased after him with big strides.

Xin Han ran more than a hundred steps, finally saw the fighter, and was about to ask for help, but was stunned by what he saw and forgot to call for help.

I saw that the two people in the fight were two Taoist priests, one was older, about fifty or sixty years old, with a yellow and thin face, sparse hair, more white than black, and a small bun.

The other one is slightly younger, around forty years old, wearing a Taoist robe with kudzu silk, which is splendid and luxurious, and a piece of crystal white jade is inlaid on the Taoist crown, which is radiant, and the long sword in his hand is agile, as if he is floating and out of the dust.

At this time, the two Taoist priests were like flying dragons with swords, flying and jumping in the dense forest, fighting with each other, they were more than two feet tall with one vertical step, and five or six feet away with each step, they were really like immortals.

Suddenly, the younger Taoist seemed to have used some means to suffocate the old Taoist, and then the young Taoist turned around and turned behind the old Taoist, stabbing the old Taoist in the middle with his long sword. The heart of a Taoist priest.

Seeing the long sword piercing the back of the old Taoist priest's heart, the young man subconsciously exclaimed, "Be careful!"

Who would have thought that the long sword pierced the back of the old Taoist priest's heart, but it didn't penetrate, but the spine of the sword bent, and it didn't penetrate.

The old Taoist priest, taking this opportunity, slammed his back with a bow and immediately broke the opponent's long sword. Immediately afterwards, he turned back with a sword, but the young Taoist priest calmly dodged it.

"You bastard, where did you learn such evil skills?" The old Taoist cursed bitterly.

The young Taoist sneered and said, "It's a good effort to beat you!" He floated back while speaking, and at the same time glanced towards Xin Han.

That old Taoist priest seemed to know the nature of the other party, fearing that he would hurt the innocent, he dodged his long sword and stood in front of Xin Han: "Go away!"

The young Taoist priest ran out of weapons and didn't want to fight any more, so he sneered twice: "I figured it out, so you're just relying on your precious clothes to protect yourself, and the next time you strike. How can you defend yourself if I stab you in the head and face?"

When the young Taoist figure flickered and left quickly, Xin Han came back to his senses, and quickly shouted to the old Taoist in front of him: "Help me, Immortal!"