In a dense jungle of Canglong Mountain, a burly man with a height of 1.9 meters, holding a horizontal sword in his right hand and covering his abdomen that was oozing blood with his left hand, looked coldly at the dozen or so swordsmen who surrounded him.
The dozen or so swordsmen were all of burly build. From their appearance, it could be seen that they were all Caucasian, and the injured burly man was from the Liang tribe.
One of the white swordsmen spoke in fluent Liang dialect, "Xie Dongkui, I'm asking you one last time: are you willing to submit to our Mosha sect?"
The burly man called Xie Dongkui laughed coldly, "Stop talking nonsense! If you want my life, come on and try!"
The white knifeman who had just spoken said again: "Xie Dongkui, if you were not injured, a dozen of us might not be able to take you down.
But now you are probably at the end of your rope. If you still don't appreciate my kindness, then you will only end up dead."
Xie Dongkui curled his lips slightly, "You Mosha bastards, you still want to surrender me, Xie Dongkui? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourselves!"
Just as Xie Dongkui finished speaking, his left hand, which was originally covering the wound on his abdomen, suddenly appeared with a crossbow as if by magic, and he shot a crossbow arrow directly at the white knifeman who was speaking.
Because Xie Dongkui's movements were too fast and the distance between the two sides was close, even though the white knifeman reacted very quickly, he was unable to completely avoid the crossbow arrow.
However, he dodged subconsciously, and the crossbow arrow that was originally shot at his heart only hit his left shoulder.
Seeing this, Xie Dongkui couldn't help but say it was a pity.
It seems that before he dies, he will not have the chance to drag another Mosha sect scum down with him.
In fact, Xie Dongkui's injuries were much more serious than what the white knifemen saw.
As the wound in his abdomen continued to bleed, Xie Dongkui found that the scenery in front of him had become a little blurry, and his strength was getting weaker and weaker. Even his right hand, which was holding the horizontal sword, was about to lose its grip on the hilt.
Xie Dongkui knew very well that what awaited him next was either being hacked to death or being captured alive by the enemy, but Xie Dongkui resolutely chose the former.
The wounded white knifeman roared angrily: "If you don't accept the toast, you will have to drink the penalty drink!
Xie Dongkui, since you want to die, you can't blame us!
Brothers, let’s go together!
Don't hold back, life or death!"
However, at this moment, a rain of arrows suddenly appeared in the jungle, covering a dozen white swordsmen.
By the time the white knifemen discovered they were being attacked, only five of them were still standing, and the fallen white knifemen were all shot in the vitals and were obviously not going to survive.
The five surviving white swordsmen only had time to turn around and face the enemies that suddenly appeared, and then another rain of arrows covered them.
The five white swordsmen then tried their best to swing the long swords in their hands, creating a flower of swords in front of them to try to block the arrows. Unfortunately, there were still sharp arrows that passed through the flower of swords and pierced into their throats or hearts.
After the last white knifeman fell, the seriously injured Xie Dongkui could no longer hold on. He swayed a few times and then fainted.
Before Xie Dongkui lost consciousness, he vaguely saw a group of armored men walking out of the jungle not far away.
When Xie Dongkui woke up again, he found himself lying on a shaking stretcher hung between two horses.
Xie Dongkui struggled to sit up when a rough voice suddenly rang out, "Brother, don't move. If the wound is torn open, you will have to suffer again."
The person who spoke was Xu Chu, and the people who shot and killed the dozen or so white swordsmen were Huang Zhong and the eighteen Yanyun riders.
It has been the eighth day since Sun Hao and his party entered Canglong Mountain. When they were camping yesterday evening, two Tiger and Leopard Cavalry commanders who were on guard in the surrounding area discovered Xie Dongkui who was being chased by a dozen swordsmen.
Although the dozen or so knifemen and Xie Dongkui were strangers to Sun Hao and his men, since the dozen or so knifemen were white and Xie Dongkui was a member of the Liang tribe, Sun Hao and his men naturally chose to help people of their own tribe.
So, under Sun Hao's instructions, Huang Zhong led the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and quietly approached, thus rescuing Xie Dongkui.
Xie Dongkui was in a coma for almost a day and a night. Shortly after Xie Dongkui woke up, Sun Hao and his team stopped and prepared to camp in a valley.
Xie Dongkui didn't expect that he would meet an acquaintance in this team.
"Shi An, why are you here?" Xie Dongkui asked the Jinyiwei captain Xiao Qiang in surprise.
Xiao Qiang said with some emotion: "Thank you, Master. It's been a few years since we last met. I didn't expect to meet you here."
Xiao Qiang then introduced Sun Hao beside him, "Master Sun, this is Xie Dongkui, the leader of the Green Flag Hall of the Seven Flags Sect of the Western Regions."
Due to several large-scale migrations in history, there are tens of millions of Liang people living in the Western Regions.
In terms of total population, the Liang people are not even inferior to the native white people in the Western Regions.
However, in almost all countries in the Western Regions, the status of the Liang people was very low, and they were often oppressed, robbed, humiliated, and even massacred by the white people in the Western Regions.
The Seven Flags Gate was established by the Liang people in the Western Regions. Its original intention was to resist the atrocities of the white people in the Western Regions. It has a history of more than 400 years.
In other words, the Seven Banners Sect was born in the Western Regions before the establishment of the Liang State.
However, since the establishment of the Seven Flags Sect, it has become a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of the countries in the Western Regions. As long as an uprising organized by the Seven Flags Sect breaks out in any country in the Western Regions, it will inevitably encounter a joint attack from multiple countries in the Western Regions.
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