Poor family mother and son

Chapter 685 Out of Control ([-])

At this time, Xiaobao could no longer control the situation, so he could only fight along with him, so that his own people would suffer less damage.

He ordered his guards to break out of the siege forward, only to rush to the middle, where many Daxuan people fell to the ground, and he had to drag them out.

More than 2000 people fought in a group, and the killing sound was loud, but from time to time, injured people fell to the ground. As long as they fell to the ground, they would be trampled, and more people fell down.

Even if they fell down, they would catch each other and fight each other. They rolled and grabbed each other's neck; they hit each other's eyes with fists and elbows.

There was a Voss man riding on the back of the Daxuan man, grabbing the hair of the Daxuan man and smashing it to the ground with all his might. Blood, blood gushed out of his mouth, but even with his last breath, he still cursed indistinctly: You bastard!
Even if a Daxuan man was tripped, he still held the broken shovel head and slashed desperately at the head and neck of the Voss man who also fell to the ground until the other party stopped moving.

There was a Daxuan who was trampled and couldn't turn over, hugging the calf of another Voss and biting it down desperately. Even if he was trampled to death, he would create opportunities for his companions to kill a few more Voss, and the bitten Voss The man had to bend down and punch the opponent's head, trying to open him.

The moment the Kevos man bent down, three spade picks hit the back of his head and back at the same time, and he had no chance to get up again.

With such a hand-to-hand combat, Sun Yong and the men in the boat gang no longer had time to drag people into the water, so they could only rush to the most powerful Voss with all their strength and kill them one by one first.

The Voss are losing ground. The shovel makes it difficult for them to approach and quickly kill their opponents. Instead, they need to be injured before they can approach the opponent. The wrestling skills they have cultivated since childhood are blocked by the shovel and cannot give any advantage.

There are not many backups, so it is clear that the thirty people have given the people of Voss a lot of shock.

Chu Qing drew his bow and set his arrows in a rage, and fired five arrows at the two clusters of bushes until he saw the person with the arrow rolling down the short slope.

"Hoo!" Another arrow shot into his mouth, and the arrow still pierced through the back of his neck.

The wind sent a slogan, and Chu Qing wanted to identify the direction of the sound, but saw an arrow shot from each of the two bushes on the opposite half slope.

The voice was sharp and anxious, even against the wind, it penetrated the entire crowd.

"Xu Lv Lv..." Amid the rapid and high-pitched neighing of the horse, Zhuo Yao's horse's hooves raised high, trampling on the back of a peripheral Vossman, Zhuo Yao jumped up from the horse's back and brandished his spear Step on the head or shoulders of the people below to kill in the middle of the crowd.

The arrow pierced into the same point in the crowd at an extremely fast speed.

Those who still dare to speak when the crowd is suppressed, with a scimitar in their hand, must be people of status, so when will they not kill others to make an example? !
"Kill her!" Another Voss soldier shouted angrily.

"Mother, have you eaten yet?" Xiaobao was a little flustered when he saw his mother coming. He was injured, so he couldn't let his mother see him.

The twenty arrows were quickly shot, and the quiver at the waist was empty. From time to time in the crowd, there were people from Voss who fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow, and finally let everyone know that the Daxuan people had come for backup.

Chu Qing took out the arrows from the spare quiver on the horse's back. The spare quiver was small, and there were only ten arrows in it. Chu Qing raised the bow again to aim.

"What are you... ah!" a Voss soldier asked Chu Qinghe, but before he finished speaking, Chu Qing's arrow had already shot into his mouth, and the arrow pierced out from the back of his neck.

"one!"

In an instant, Chu Qing's eyes were bloodshot, he clamped his horse's belly and rushed towards the crowd, and the guards followed immediately.The distance of less than [-] meters, and less than [-] horses, exude the momentum of thousands of troops.

"What kind of grandson are you pretending to be!" A big Xuan boy slapped the face of the Voss man who was talking next to him. The Voss man was about to go crazy when he stared at him, but he didn't dare to look at the surrounding atmosphere.

"Boom!" Chu Qing's heart suddenly felt like being hit by a boulder, and it ached, died, and was so painful that he couldn't breathe—"Xiaobao!"

The scene in front of him made Chu’s eyes clear: the black and white crowd was mixed together, the wind blowing head-on was full of bloody smell, blood was everywhere on the river beach, seeping into the river little by little, almost everyone’s head and face were covered with blood. Blood can't tell who's who.

This is venting anger.

The crowd gradually calmed down.

The crowd was commotion, the people from Voss and Daxuan separated, and the boys from the Federation made way for an aisle, clearly seeing Xiaobao in Zhuo Yao's arms.

Chu Qing shouted wildly: "Little Treasure~~~~~~~~~~"

There was blood foam spilling from between the teeth.

"Really!"

Zhuo Yao and Xiao Bao's guards who had entered the siege had already embraced Xiao Bao: "Xiao Bao, hold on! Your mother is here!"

Tried to sit upright in Zhuo Yao's arms, but lost his bloody lips and erratic voice, betraying the fact that he was seriously injured.

"Uh!" Xiaobao was hit by an arrow in the back, and the strong impact of the arrow brought Xiaobao's body forward.

"That child turned out to be the son of Chu?"

"Little Treasure!!!" Zhuo Yao shouted and galloped his horse into the crowd, completely ignoring whether it was Daxuan or Voss in front of him.

Xiaobao's eyelids were heavy, but he tried his best to open his eyes wide and breath calmly, and said with a smile: "Ah yes, I got into trouble, you have to say something nice for me..."

"Da Xuan Chuqing is here, let Kailidi come and see me!" Chu Qing growled.

Yes, pretending to be a grandson!
Many people have seen that child, even if they haven't seen it, they have heard of it. If it has nothing to do with Chu Qing, how could the Daxuan people listen to that child?
The Voss clearly had a judgment in their hearts, but no one said it, so they pretended not to know.

Rushing to the front, Chu Qing jumped off the horse, raised a dart and shot it into the throat of the Voss man with the knife near her, and before the man fell to the ground, Chu Qing strode over to grab his collar, and dragged on like that. He walked towards Xiaobao.

Before Chu Qing reached the corner, she heard the sound of fighting, the sound made her heart tremble, she clamped the horse's belly tightly, and gave the horse another hard whip.

Zhuo Yao and the guards had already loaded their spears. With the gun in one hand and the rein in the other, they quickly turned around the curve.

"Little Treasure! Hold on, it's okay, huh? Your mother won't blame you!" Zhuo Yao comforted with a trembling voice.

Two Voss soldiers shouted out the last number at the same time, and two arrows shot towards Xiaobao from two directions at the same time.

Like Chu Qing, he couldn't see Xiaobao, but in his intuition, the two arrows shot at the same point, and the target must be Xiaobao.

Some Voss exclaimed in a low voice.

It's like there are soldiers among them, but the Daxuan people can't pierce them without the clothes of soldiers.

"Call Kelly over here!" Chu Qing roared again.

Chu Qing didn't know who was instigating the large-scale fighting in front of her. She thought it was the fourth prince Kailidi who provoked him. Even if the fourth prince was not there, at least Ge Jingtai would be there.

Moreover, most of the people in Vos were unarmed, but there were also many people holding standard scimitars, and some people shot and killed Xiaobao from a long distance. It should be their soldiers, and it should not be a small conflict.

(End of this chapter)