A Jurchen cavalry was galloping at the same time as he was driving a bow and arrow. When Li Laoer was still twenty steps away from close range, his fingers were loosened and a feather arrow roared.

Li Lao Er put a small wooden shield on his left arm, and set in the direction of the arrow flying, and the feather arrows stuck heavily on the wooden shield.

"Kill!" Li Laoer raised his horse's spear with his right hand, grabbed his feet, and the spur pierced into the horse's belly. The horse began to accelerate and rushed towards the Jurchen cavalry rushing towards him.

Twenty steps away, but in just a short moment, the opponent's war horse galloped at high speed, while Li Laoer's war horse speed had not yet increased. This situation was obviously a big loss in cavalry battles. However, the horse spear that Li Laoer won in his hand was equivalent to being a spearman riding a horse.

The Jurchen cavalry had already hit him. Seeing the horse spear that was erecting towards him, the Jurchen cavalry swung his sword to chop. However, the two war horses were facing each other. No matter how powerful the Jurchen cavalry was, they could not resist the huge rush of the war horses on both sides. His saber hit the horse spear, and the horse spear was bent so that it seemed to be about to break, but the sharp head of the horse spear did not diminish. Under the strong elastic force of the curved spear rod, the tip of the spear like a sharp sword slashed on the Jurchen cavalry's arms with a sound. The sharp blade immediately removed the Jurchen cavalry's arms from the shoulders, and blood was sprayed on Li Lao Er's face. A strong smell of blood hit the face, making Li Lao Er feel that he was about to suffocate.

Li Laoer took advantage of the situation and stabbed the Jurchen cavalry into the throat.

At this moment, a Fan family guard rushed from the left to swing his sword. After Li Lao Er killed a white-armed Bayala, he killed another Jurchen cavalry, which had drained all his physical strength. Although the Jurchen cavalry himself hit the horse spear, the impact was extremely powerful, and Li Lao Er was able to hold on to the impact was very exhausted. Seeing the Fan family guard slashing with a knife, Li Lao Er had nowhere to dodge, and he didn't have time to lift the horse spear to stand up and could only carry it with a shield.

But the shield cannot resist the impact of the cavalry. If it is hit, it will definitely be hit and flew out of the horse's back.

Just as the Fan family guard was about to kill him, a feather arrow broke through the air and pierced into the neck of the Fan family guard from the right side. The sharp arrow came out from the left with a blood arrow and minced flesh. The Fan family guard opened his mouth wide and let out a muffled groan, like a huge rock falling heavily from the horse's back.

Another Fan family guard came over. Li Laoer lifted up the horse spear again. He held the horse spear in one hand, clamped the horse's belly with both legs, and the horse's belly was running forward. The horse spear gently hit the Fan family guard who was rushing over, pierced from his chest, smashed the heart protection mirror, and his whole feet left the stirrups, soared into the air, screamed and flew backwards for five or six steps before falling on the grassland.

Li Hong shot arrows in succession and shot five Fan family guards in succession. When a Jurchen guard avoided Li Hong's bead arrow with his unique skill hidden in the stirrup and appeared in front of him, Li Hong discarded the bow and arrow, drew his sword, and rushed towards the Jurchens. The moment the two war horses crossed, Li Hong slashed away with a knife. The Jurchens couldn't resist it. The knife in his hand flew out, and then the head was chopped away by Li Hong.

A head with a rat tail with money flew into the sky. The blood in the chest was sprayed several feet high from the broken neck under the compression of the heart, like a fountain, giving Li Hong a blood bath, making his whole body turn red, and even the white war horse dyed blood red.

At this time, Li Lao Er was not much better. He was riding a white Hequ horse. At this time, all the war horses were dyed blood red, and the white helmet and armor on his body also turned into red helmet and red armor. The whole grassland was filled with a pungent smell of blood, which made people feel stomach-blooding.

"Second Young Master, run away! The servants do their best to help you block the thief!" Several guards pulled the duck's voice and shouted at Fan Yongdou, signaling him to escape quickly.

Fan Yongdou understood that the horse thief on the opposite side was not just a simple horse thief. They not only wanted to rob their caravans, but also the other party must be Han people who had their own background. They wanted their own lives.

Thinking of this, Fan Yongdou whipped hard and beat the red horse under his crotch. The red horse was in pain. He screamed and tear open his four hooves and ran wildly towards the northeast regardless of everything.

"Don't let Fan Yongdou go!" Li Laoer shouted anxiously when he saw Fan Yongdou who was running away.

If Fan Yongdou is let go, this unscrupulous businessman will definitely attract the Jurchen cavalry to wipe out him, and the consequences will be unimaginable. Moreover, Fan Yongdou's escape direction is to the northeast, which means he is preparing to go to the Manchu Jurchens.

Li Laoer galloped on his horse and rushed over.

The remaining eight guards rushed towards Li Laoer and the others, hoping to exchange their sacrifice for the head of the family to escape.

Li Hong led eleven cavalrymen and lined up in a dense charge formation and rushed directly. Eight Fan family guards were knocked off their horses one after another, or were cut off with one knife. The galloping war horses trampled past the Fan family guards, their belly was rotten and they were trampled into a pile of rotten meat on the grassland.

Although the entire Fan family guards were wiped out, Fan Yongdou's war horse was also a top-notch horse. If you delay a little, you can run away without a trace.

Li Laoer was anxious, took off his cotton armor, threw down his shield and a huge horse spear, and even lost his saber. He was shirtless and chased after him with only a bow.

The white Hequ horse reduced its weight by dozens of kilograms, and the war horse was much easier, and its speed increased suddenly, and it chased Fan Yongdou's back as he walked away.

"Don't go for Fan Yongdou! Take me an arrow!" Li Laoer chased after Fan Yongdou less than a hundred steps away. He took off his riding bow, put on a jade ring, and put the arrow on the back of Fan Yongdou. He loosened his fingers and a light arrow flew into the sky at a forty-five degrees, thrusting down towards Fan Yongdou's back.

Li Laoer was originally an archer who was not inferior to Li Hong. Unfortunately, his previous fighting and pursuit almost exhausted his physical strength. The arrow shot from a hundred steps away failed to catch up with Fan Yongdou and landed on the grass behind Fan Yongdou's butt.

"Traitor Fan! Don't leave!" Li Laoer rode his horse and chased him reluctantly despite his fatigue.

Seeing the horse thief behind him who was determined to be his life getting closer and closer, he knew when he heard the shouts that the horse thief was definitely not as simple as robbing property. He just wanted to break the line of trade with the Jurchens. Fan Yongdou was in danger and was anxious. He took off the fur cloak on his body, whipped the war horse hard, squeezed out the last physical strength of the jujube horse, and drove the war horse desperately to run northeast.

A team of Mongolian cavalry appeared in front of him. Fan Yongdou recognized the banner. They were the cavalry of the Mongols of Korchin!

The Korqin Mongols were allies of the Jurchen Later Jin. Huang Taiji's beloved concubines Da Yuer and Hailanzhu were both from the Korqin tribe. Seeing the Korqin Mongols, Fan Yongdou was happy: I was saved today!

"Save me quickly! I am Fan Yongdou, a friend of Khan!" Fan Yongdou opened his arms and shouted at the group of Mongolians.

At this moment, a thin Jurchen man with a fair face and a very elegant look galloped out and shouted at Fan Yongdou: "Mr. Fan, don't be afraid, I'll save you!"
Chapter completed!