The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 532 Zhao Min chases and kills
"Let's go now...this..."

"Isn't it a little too hasty?"

No one dared to question Lin Chaoci face to face.

Just because Lin Chaoci is a genius.

A third-rate master can fight more than ten people against ordinary people who only know how to use two-handed crops.

A second-rate master can defeat dozens of ordinary people who only know how to use two-handed crops.

A first-class master can defeat hundreds of ordinary people who only know how to use two hands.

Experts who are innate or above cannot be killed by the human sea tactic.

If you want to kill them, you can only use the army.

Or a varying number of martial arts masters.

Just like the Great Qin Sword Master Gai Nie, he was able to single-handedly kill three hundred golden fire cavalrymen while protecting a child in the Waning Moon Valley, leaving nothing behind. Although he was injured and stained with blood, he had the reputation of being a master, but... The Golden Fire Cavalry is not a name for nothing. Even if you want to be one of the pawns, you must have a third-rate level, refine your inner strength, and be able to kill more than ten ordinary people without any weapons, let alone one. The captain and commander among them.

Three hundred golden fire cavalry.

According to incomplete statistics.

Four are innate and twenty are first-rate.

There are also second-rate and third-rate masters who have not been counted.

There were too many and there was no time to find out.

It is estimated that only the official responsible for statistics and the First Emperor knew the specific battle losses. Like other countries, they only knew the general battle situation.

Under the military formation.

No army can stop it.

Even Mongolia, which is famous for its "mounted shooting", cannot guarantee that its 20 string control men will be able to stop these three hundred golden fire cavalry.

Therefore, Han Xiaoying and others did not dare to question him face to face.

Return to their respective camps.

While packing things, they whispered.

However, this is an escape, not an outing.

Throw away all the unimportant things and take only the necessary items. If it affects your actions, even the necessary items should be thrown away.

Nothing is more important than life!

property?

status?

Identity?

As long as people are still there, they have the ability to create!
When people are gone, things are meaningless!
Is it possible that he can still take it with him after he dies?

Right?

"Harm, Seventh Sister, don't think so much."

"There is no perfect solution in this world."

"It's not that we don't know about the people brought by the princess of the Yuan Dynasty. Grandma Te's, two grand masters, plus a few quasi-first-class archers, and a varying number of second-rates. We second-rates can't even think of running away. Opportunity, Mr. Lin may have thought of this, so he has to use his troops quickly. If we wait until we are ready, I guess the Mongolian army will also surround us."

"Just because we didn't know about it and were preparing to leave suddenly when it happened, it's even more impossible for those people to know about it, right?"

Zhu Cong was talking as he brought a change of clothes and stuffed them into the package. As soon as he turned around, he saw the short and fat Han Baoju walking in from outside the tent: "The horses are all ready, one person and three horses, Jing Er’s little red horse is good, and Senior Lin’s dark horse is also very good. I took a look at it twice, and it’s better than the sweaty horse.”

"Hearted?"

Han Xiaoying laughed and joked.

Han Baoju couldn't help laughing.

Li Ping is also very measured here.

I only brought one change of clothes.

Bring enough water and dry food in the remaining space.

The package is not big, about [-] centimeters in length and width.

The thickness is more than fifteen centimeters.

Carrying it on your back will not affect your movements. "Now that everything is packed, let's go!"

Lin Chaoci got on his horse and took a look at the Jiangnan Seven Freaks, Li Ping and Guo Jing who were all well-equipped. His words, which were full of youthful heroic spirit, also contained a hint of poise: "I will leave my aunt to you, Guo Jing, to take care of you, Han Nuxia." , please keep an eye on me. My aunt has never practiced martial arts, and her physical fitness is definitely not as good as the rest of us. Ke Daxia is blind and is not suitable to lead the way. As for me, I came from another world and don’t know any routes. , I can only tell the general direction, let’s leave it to Zhu Daxia and others to choose a route, and let’s set off now.”

"Then I will be disrespectful, Mr. Lin."

Zhu Cong got on his horse.

Sitting on horseback, he cupped his hands.

Then, with a flick of the riding whip, the horse felt pain under its crotch and let out a cry of "叏崏崏". Immediately, he kicked off his horse and ran wildly into the distance, stepping on a small piece of dust.

"set off!"

Lin Chaoci smiled and pointed forward.

He rarely used the riding crop.

Because the dark horse he trained can understand human speech.

……

When the group of people left, Zhao Min, who had been a guest in the Mongolian tent, didn't know. By the time she found out, it was already too late.

"What do you all eat?"

"Eight are almost first-rate!"

"Eight!"

"Even if the eight of you are only good at archery, there are only six of the Jiangnan Seven Monsters now, and one of them is a blind man who cannot see. Tell me how you managed to kill half of you by these six people, and the remaining How many of them came back in despair?"

"Shooting on horseback, shooting on horseback, shooting on horseback!"

"Even if Guo Jing is a master archer, if eight of you master archers draw their bows and shoot arrows at one of him, he will still have to dodge eight arrows!"

Zhao Min is not old.

Judging from the appearance, it looks like the [-]th Five-Year Plan.

He stretched out his hand and gestured with the word "eight".

It seems that he wants to confirm this fact.

The Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow knelt on the ground.

Oh no.

half dead.

They should be called the Four Heroes of the Divine Arrow.

Under Zhao Min's angry scolding, he was sweating coldly, but Zhao Yishang, the eldest brother among the eight, stood up and said after careful consideration: "I don't know when there was another sharp archer in Guo Jing's team. Using a short blue sapphire bow, there is no arrow. Raising your hand is the innate energy, which is compressed into an arrow. It is just a face-to-face encounter. The first round of arrow rain we shot was completely broken. This person Guo Jing is good at defense, and Guo Jing is good at attack. After shooting four rounds of arrows, not only did our side fail to achieve any results, Guo Jing also shot down four of us with his own hands. We really didn’t dare to pursue him anymore, so we came back to report Princess, the casualties are too great!"

A duel between archers has always been like this.

Just like snipers in later generations sniping at each other.

Or have excellent body skills.

Or have excellent marksmanship.

But on the grassland, there is no body technique to speak of.

All the arrows shot by one's side are blocked, which means that the opponent has infinite output space. Not to mention that Guo Jing is an expert archer, even the child who has just played with bow and arrow has infinite space for him to try. wrong.

I can make countless mistakes.

But you can only make one mistake.

"It looks like he is a genius."

Among the many minions behind Zhao Min, an old man with an extremely livid upper face stood up, holding a twisted iron staff, and pleaded for the remaining four of the Eight Heroes of the Arrow: "Princess Princess Please calm down. It is true that a congenital master cannot be defeated by eight first-rate masters. Even those eight first-class masters may not be able to survive half a stick of incense under the hands of an innate master, let alone a congenital master. If the princess insists on this, I will use the strength of the four innate masters of me, my junior brother, Ah Da and Ah Er, supplemented by the support of the eight divine archers, and Ah San. , we can be sure to keep Guo Jing and his party. If an innate master fights for his life, only two or more innate masters can't stop him. Therefore, this defeat is not the fault of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, let alone the fault of the princess. However, it is true that God is not as good as man, and no one could have imagined that an innate master would suddenly appear."

"Let's go then!"

"Guo Jing cannot be allowed to grow any longer!"

Zhao Min's face tightened, and he strode out of the tent. A slightly distorted voice came from outside the door, but the decisive meaning did not change at all: "I don't have the belly of my ancestors. He thinks , Don’t keep those who should go, just let nature take its course. The iron hoof of our Mongolian people cannot be stopped by Guo Jing alone. History has exactly proved this. However, I think that we must eradicate the roots and attack Xiangyang. We, the Mongolians, How many soldiers died? These sacrifices could have been avoided. If Guo Jing stayed, I could still turn a blind eye. If Guo Jing wanted to leave, even if I died, I would not be able to let the tiger go back to the mountain!"

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