Liang Xiao’s estimates are quite different. One day later, Shan Ling and Mo Yu lead his army to Qijiao Mountain first.

Liang Xiao and others had already rested for a day and the fortifications were ready. Facing the Huns who were rushing to come, they had no sympathy. A rain of arrows shot out, and a dozen Huns suddenly fell to the ground after being arrowed.

Liang Xiao and others have superior archers and are never satisfied with being ordinary archers. They always like to shoot the backbone of the enemy at a fixed location, or important generals, warriors with high martial arts skills, or flag soldiers and commanders. On such narrow mountain roads, those with subtle positions that may cause greater chaos have become their favorite targets.

The dozen or so Huns fell to the ground, their horses lost their balance, and they fell to the ground with a sad and slipped all the way, not knowing how many people they knocked down.

For a moment, the formation of the Huns was disrupted and they looked at each other, but they could not respond.

First, Shan Ling was furious and ordered the soldiers to dismount, find favorable terrain, and fight back on the spot.

The horn soldier was as soon as he raised the horn and was caught with an arrow. Blood gushed and fell off his horse.

Shan Ling raised his head and saw that a hundred steps away, a young man in the Han family stood on a steep hillside, pulled his bow and arrows, and shot one arrow after another. The direction of his shooting was not fixed, but wherever he could see his eyes, every time he slaps his string, he would be shot by an arrow.

Looking at the figure on the hillside, Xian Shan Ling immediately thought of Liang Xiao, and a cool air rushed to the back of his head. He was surprised and happy, and Liang Xiao was on the top of his head, constantly shooting sharp arrows for his life. He was happy that Liang Xiao’s troops are limited now, and as long as he rushed over, he had the opportunity to catch Liang Xiao and solve this Han family man who caused too much trouble to the Huns.

Xian Shan Ling rolled down from the horse's back and ordered the substitute horn soldiers to blow the trumpet again, and asked the guards to gather together tightly to avoid becoming Liang Xiao's target. Several guards squeezed over and surrounded Xian Shan Ling and the trumpet soldiers in the middle, with the shield connected to the shield, like a turtle shell.

Liang Xiao smiled. He put away his bow and hid behind the mountain rock. He looked down from a high place and saw the Huns clearly. On the narrow mountain road, the Huns crowded together and their actions were greatly affected. The people in front could not retreat, and the people in the back could not come, and they could not even use bows and arrows to provide long-range support. They could only wait patiently.

In this way, his goal was achieved.

Xian Shan Ling saw Liang Xiao and ordered the archers around him to shoot. There were also many warriors who were skilled in archery around him, but unfortunately their strength was not enough to suppress Liang Xiao. Liang Xiao had another advantage in height and maintained an absolute suppression advantage in range. The Huns' arrows could shoot to Liang Xiao, but they could not shoot through the shield in Tu Niuer's hand, but instead sent a lot of arrows to Liang Xiao.

Many Huns wanted to climb up and fight with Liang Xiao. Unfortunately, the cliff was covered with ice and snow, which was difficult to climb. After a lot of hardships, they finally arrived in front of Liang Xiao, but could not withstand Tu Niuer's punch and kick, and the bones rolled down from above, or were directly killed by Pang Shuo with a knife.

Liang Xiao, one man and one bow, was suppressed and could not move forward first.

With the support of Liang Xiao and several other archers, the Bison led more than ten mercenaries to guard the favorable terrain and killed dozens of Huns in succession. The terrain was narrow and the Huns could not be used at all. Although the Bison had only more than ten people, they could still be divided into two teams and took turns to fight calmly.

The mountain road was filled with ice and snow, and it was trampled into ice mud by the Huns, which was wet and slippery. The Huns were not good at fighting in the first place. Faced with these mercenaries who made a living by licking blood from the knife, their unstable feet made them more passive, and they could not even exert 50% of their combat power. In addition, they suffered a lot.

After half a day of hard fighting, hundreds of people were lost. Xian Shan Ling finally broke through the bison's position. Standing on the bloody mountain road. Looking at the layers of corpses, Xian Shan Ling finally realized what kind of opponent he was facing.

He felt like he was strangled to his throat.

Xian Shan Ling did not rush to attack. He carefully observed the terrain and asked the Cheshi Wang Mo to discuss countermeasures with his brothers.

“Where is this place?”

Cheshi Wang Moyu told Xian Shanling. "This is Qijiao Mountain, which means that the terrain here is like deer antlers. There are at least six such terrain in the past."

First, Zhan Ling took a breath of cold air. There are six more? One is already troublesome, and there are six more, so whether people can live.

"Is there a way to get around?"

Mo Yu shook his head. "There are other roads, but it's even harder to walk. If it's summer, the ice and snow melt, and you can't walk. Now it's winter, even argali and snow leopards can't get up, so it's even more impossible for people to."

"What should I do?"

"Go around." Mo Yu thought for a long time. "Exit this valley and go around behind them from another place. It's just... it's a bit far away, and it will take about two more days."

Shan Ling was very distressed. In two days, the Right Xianwang himself arrived, so why should he take a detour?

"No, I can only attack hard, even if I drag Liang Xiao down. I will notify the king and ask him to take a detour and encircle Liang Xiao."

Mo Yu had no other way, so he could only obey the order. Xian Shan Ling refused to let the Huns die, and ordered Mo Yu and Mo An to lead the remaining soldiers of the Cheshi who accompanied him to attack. Mo Yu was helpless, and the man was under the low eaves and had to bow his head, not to mention that his family was still in Liang Xiao's hands, so who wouldn't go up to him?

Mo An took more than a hundred soldiers of the chariots and soldiers, held their shields, and walked carefully to the next valley.

Liang Xiao and others had retreated to the position guarded by Feng Lisha. Feng Lisha was energetic and ambitious. He wanted to win a big victory and tried to behead more than the wild bison. Liang Xiao grabbed countless treasures from the Cheshi Palace, and this time he returned with a full load. If he wanted to make more contributions, he had to make more contributions.

Seeing the Cheshi people slowly approaching, Liang Xiao asked someone to bring Cheshi Prince Cheshi over.

Seeing Che Yi in thin clothes and a embarrassed expression, Mo An was stunned and did not dare to step forward easily. He immediately reported to Mo Yu to know. Mo Yu arrived after hearing the news. Looking at his son who was trembling with cold, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Let me go!" Mo Yu was furious. If Mo An hadn't grabbed him, he might have rushed over.

Liang Xiao laughed loudly and said loudly: "Che Yi, how much do you think you can be worth in your father's heart?"

Che Yi was cold and afraid, his lips were purple and he couldn't speak. Liang Xiao asked loudly again, "Don't you want to get your son back?"

"You let my son go!" Mo Yusheng burst into tears. "As long as you let my son go, I will give you whatever you want."

Liang Xiao laughed loudly. "Give me everything? Think about it first, what else do you have? Your palace was set on fire by me, you have nothing left, only your Yanshi, your prince, by the way, your sister and the child in her belly."

When he thought of the burned palace, the wealth accumulated by the previous kings of Cheshi was robbed by Liang Xiao, Mo Yu felt a dizzy moment, angry and spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fainted.

"Father" Che Yi finally started to scream and wanted to run over. A mercenary snatched up and kicked Che Yi down and stepped on him. Che Yi struggled and cursed, but the mercenary was unmoved, but instead laughed proudly.

Mo Yu roared, broke free from Mo An's hug and rushed over. Mo An ordered urgently to stop him again. Mo An's eyes were red with anxiety. "Brother Wang, what's the use of your past? You will only be caught by him."

Mo Yu burst into tears, crying in a daze. "The palace was destroyed, the prince and the prince were arrested, and the sister Wang was arrested. What's the point of my life?"

Mo An was helpless. "Brother Wang, because of this, we have to grab Liang Xiao and cut him into pieces to relieve the hatred in our hearts."

"Even the Huns can't catch him, do we still want to catch him?" Mo Yu smiled slutty: "He is a demon sent by God, and he is here to punish us..."

Liang Xiao signaled the mercenary to drag Che Yi to the back. He said to Mo Yu, "Looking at you, I will give you ten horses, and I will return your prince to you." Mo Yu agreed regardless of Mo An's obstruction. Just as he was about to hand over the ten horses to Liang Xiao, Xian Shan Ling heard the news and rushed over and stopped Mo Yu.

"You're confused? Who is Liang Xiao? He just robbed your palace and snatched hundreds of horses. Will you care about your ten horses?"

Don’t beg me hard. “Marquis Gudu, I cannot help but save my son. That is my only son, that is the prince of my Cheshi Kingdom.”

Shan Ling heard it first, and was anxious and angry. "Are you afraid that your son will still not come back if you hand over the ten horses?"

"Even so, I'll give it a try."

"Then let it go." Xian Shan Ling had no choice. "You can find a way yourself, I won't give you a horse."

Mo Yu ignored him and immediately picked up ten war horses and sent them to the front of the formation. Liang Xiao asked a mercenary to come forward, deliberately picking up all four, forcing Mo Yu to exchange. Just when Mo Yu was about to despair, he let go, took over ten fat and strong war horses, fulfilled his promise, and let Che Yi go.

Holding his lost son, Che Shi Wang Moyu was ecstatic and burst into tears. Che Yi was living in a desperate situation, and he cried with joy. The father and son hugged each other and cried together.

Xian Shan Ling was stunned for a while when he heard the news. He always thought that Liang Xiao was just making fun of Mo Yu, but he didn't expect that Liang Xiao really let Che Yi go just for ten horses? Could it be that Liang Xiao stopped here and didn't leave? Because there was no horse and he couldn't leave?

The mercenaries were also very puzzled. In their opinion, Che Yi was the prince of Cheshi and was worth at least 100 good horses. How could he be released so cheaply?

Liang Xiao smiled but said nothing. He told Mo Yu, do you want to return your Yanshi and Wang Mei?

Before Mo Yu could speak, Che Yi became anxious first. "Father, please exchange your mother and aunt back quickly. They are cold and hungry, and their aunt is still pregnant. If you don't save them, they will die."

Don't nodded repeatedly. "Okay, how many horses do you want?"

"I don't want a horse, I want another person."

"who?"

"Dongfang Shuo." Liang Xiao said, "I will give you two days. You bring Dongfang Shuo here and I will return them to you. Within two days, I will not see Dongfang Shuo, so I will kill them. If you attack, I will treat them as shields."—

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!