A treacherous smile appeared on the face of the leader of the Tibetan soldiers, and he ordered viciously: "Kill her for me, quickly."
Two Tibetan soldiers waved their blades and rode up to Agumodo.
Agumodo was wounded in the right shoulder, so he had to hand over his sword to his left hand and raise his sword to meet the two Tibetan soldiers.
After a few moves, Agumodo couldn't parry, and the cold sweat on his forehead was dripping.
A Tibetan soldier swung his sword and slashed down from top to bottom, and Agumodo raised his sword to block it, only to hear the sound of "bell", and the long sword in her hand was knocked to the ground.
Another Tibetan soldier raised his sword and stabbed Agumodo in the chest.
A crossbow beeped and passed through the wrists of the Tibetan soldiers, reaching into their chests.
The Tibetan soldiers fell crookedly and fell off their horses.
At the same time, another sword crossbow also shot into the chest of the Tibetan soldier who shot down Agumodo's sword.
The rest of the Tibetan soldiers turned their heads in a panic to look in the direction where the crossbows were fired.
Atsomur wasted no time in reinstalling the crossbow in the crossbow machine and fired at the other two Tibetan soldiers.
The Tibetan soldiers fell to the ground.
Athomur took out a nine-link chain steel whip from his backpack and galloped past the Tibetan soldiers while waving the chain steel whip.
When he was about to leap over the crowd, he threw the chain steel whip at the leg of the war horse on which the crowd was riding.
The chain steel whip swirled and hit the legs of the war horses, and with the help of the force of rotation, they wrapped around the legs of three or four war horses one after another.
As soon as Atsomur's chain whip was out of his hand, he sped up his horse and galloped to Agumodo's approach, reaching out to take the reins of her horse: "Sit tight."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two horses galloped towards the depths of the woods like lightning in the air.
The leader of the Tibetan soldiers shouted: "Chase, chase."
As he spoke, he was about to gallop, but the horse's legs were entwined with a chain and a steel whip, and he couldn't move at all.
Several war horses that were wrapped around the legs of the horses stood side by side, constantly spinning in place, but they didn't want the nine-section chain steel whip, the harder they struggled, the tighter the restraint became.
The four war horses were entwined together and twisted together, blocking the small path in the forest that was not very spacious.
The war horse, which had not been entangled, could only stand behind it, helplessly watching as Atsumul and Agumodo drifted away.
Atsomur led the reins of the two horses at great speed.
Agumodo injured his right shoulder and wrapped his left hand tightly around the horse's neck.
In a turn, the horse's speed did not slow down in the slightest, and Agumodo's arm shook and he let go of the horse's neck, and the man fell off the horse's back.
Atsomur hurriedly grabbed the reins of his horse, stopped his horse, turned over and jumped off his horse, and hurried to Agumodo's side, stretching out his hand to help her into his arms: "General, how are you?"
Agumodo's brow furrowed, the bow and arrow on his right shoulder still stuck in his shoulder.
She reluctantly said, "Help me get the arrows out." ” Athomur looked down at the wound on Agumodo's shoulder, and when he saw that the tip of the bow and arrow had passed through the shoulder, and the arrow was faintly exposed on his chest, his brow furrowed slightly: "This arrow has penetrated the shoulder, it will take a lot of effort to take it out, I will cut off the tail of the arrow for you first, you bear with it."
As he spoke, he took the dagger from his waist.
Agumodo turned his head slightly to the left and gritted his teeth.
With the tail of the arrow in one hand and the dagger in the other, Athomur swung the arrow into his shoulder.
Agumodo snorted and passed out in Athomur's arms.
Atsomur reached into his bosom and pulled out the golden elixir and sprinkled it lightly around her wound.
Agumodo gradually regained her senses, and she looked up at Atsumur and asked, "Have we gotten rid of those Tibetan soldiers?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.
Atsomur drew his sword and stood up.
Agumodo stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, and said softly, "Don't be reckless, help me up."
Atsomur reached out and lifted her up from the ground.
Agumodo looked at the dense forest behind him and pointed out, "Bring that branch, and bring my horse." ” Atsomur walked to the woods, picked up a thick branch, and led Agumodo's horse to her.
"Tie the branches to the horse's back."
Agumodo commanded as he took off his robes.
Atsomur tied the branches as he said.
Agumodo put his robe on a branch, then walked up to the horse, put his head against the horse's head, and whispered, "Dai, it will be hard for you to draw the enemy away."
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After speaking, he reached out and struck hard at the wound on the war horse's buttocks.
The horse neighed, and its hooves sped along the path in the woods, disappearing in an instant.
Agumodo turned to look at the dense forest on both sides of the road and said to Atsumur, "Let's go this way. ” Atsomur took his horse, turned it over, and then reached out to take Agumodo's hand.
With the strength of his arm, Agumodo also turned over and sat down behind Atsumur.
The two turned their horses and walked towards the dense forest on both sides of the road.
I don't know how long I walked, but I finally saw a trail in front of me.
Atsomur was overjoyed, turned back to Agumodo and said, "General, there is a way. ” Agumodo lay on Athomur's shoulder, his head dazed, and there was no sparkle in his eyes.
When she heard Athomur's words, she looked up slightly at the path ahead, and a faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly, it was dark in front of him, and he fell off his horse.
Taken aback, Atsomur hurriedly jumped off his horse.
He stretched out his hand to help Agumodo up, felt that her body was slightly hot, stroked her forehead, and his face sank: "I have a fever, how are you doing, General Modo, wake up." ” Agumodo still had his eyes closed, and there was no response.
Atsomur carried Agumodo on his horse, and quickly mounted his horse, encircling her in front of him.
He looked down at Agumodo, his reddish cheeks, curled eyelashes, long loose hair, and a thin profane garment, which was completely different from the unruly and swordsman-like Agumodo of the past.
Atsomur's heart raced and his cheeks burned.
He took off his robe and draped it over Agumodo's body, then shook the reins and galloped toward the path ahead.
Agumodo felt a warm wipe on her head, and she slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing that caught her eye was the caring gaze of Atsumul.
When Agumodo woke up, the corners of his mouth twitched, and a knowing smile appeared.
He gently put the soft cloth in his hand on Agumodo's forehead, and asked softly, "What do you think?"
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