Just as the infantry on the south bank tried their best to cover the situation, the rafts on the river had already traveled back and forth, and another wave of cavalry was transported up. There were still three or four hundred cavalry left on the south bank.

Xiao Yan is in it.

When the second wave of the raft reached the shore, the King of Yan Shishi guarded Xiao Yan tightly. Whether it was Guo Rong, the King of Yan Shishi who could speak, or even the personal guard general who stayed to guard Xiao Yan, was so anxious that he was as ants on the hot pan, and he kept admonishing Xiao Yan in his ear. He asked him to hurry onto the second wave of the raft, but Xiao Yan stopped him with his stern eyes.

Guo Rong pulled Xiao Yan's reins several times, but Xiao Yan pulled them back hard.

Xiao Yan's mount was a selected white-body, black-hoofed Liaodong horse. It was the beloved horse of the king Xiao Gan, who was seized from Yan land and was the place of the gods. The place was no less than Yue Fei's black dragon. When he was brought back to Bianliang, he even hid in the village for a while, for fear that the powerful people of Bianliang would see it, or begged for a high price.

In Bianliang two years, the divine horse was also quite depressed. When Xiao Yan was the king of Yan and led the army to fight, the divine horse screamed and raised his mane and hooves, so excited that it was difficult for him to do so. He did not even look back at the fine material and the good grooves would be kept at Bianliang, which had been close to two years.

Bianliang is light, soft and rich, and prosperous is the best in the world. But even war horses are determined to be poor and poor in the border areas, so they don’t care about it!

The mount, called Baidian by Guo Rong, followed Xiao Yan straight to Hedong, and then came to the defeated army of Fuyan, and fought all the way to this day. At the age of seven, it is still full of energy. The bloody battle between the north and the south is a gang of fighting, which makes Baidian excited. Although he is still steadily carrying his master, he is still sniffing and digging his front hooves. Regardless of the north and south, he wants to join the battlefield.

Guo Rong pulled its reins twice, and Xiao Yan pulled them back. The white light was pulled to the point of being puzzled, just looking at the two masters.

I saw the long-legged mistress who often personally added the manger when she was in Bianliang. Her eyes were full of anger, and she just shouted at the thin and upright owner on her back.

"Why not leave?"

Xiao Yan's eyes were as lightning as a sword under the ghost faced Guo Rong's angry eyes. He just waved his hand and pointed at the Song soldiers who were fighting for a desperate battle on the south bank: "The boys are still fighting to the death, can I leave? If I don't pick them up, can I leave?"

Guo Rong paused, her pretty face turned red. She wanted to pull Xiao Yan's reins again, but was forced back by Xiao Yan's stern gaze. Guo Rong's left hand was just frozen in the air, and suddenly, she pulled out a long knife from her waist: "Do you want me to die in front of you before you are willing to get on the raft?"

Amid the fighting, the girl's voice trembled, as if in the next moment, she would really raise her sword to cut her neck!

The Yan King Zhijia Soldier and the attendant Yang Keshi's personal guards who were extremely anxious around all stopped moving, but just looked here blankly. Lin Baotou and Yang De, who were guarding Xiao Yan, suddenly tense their muscles, and they were about to step forward and grab the long sword in Guo Rong's hand that was like a pool of autumn water and flashed in the cold light.

Xiao Yan looked at Guo Rong strictly, and the sound that was revealed under the ghost face was still not very excited.

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After saying a faint sentence, Xiao Yan turned around and faced the Jurchen Tatar team that was coming from the west frantically. He casually pulled out his sword from his waist.

The sharp blade flashed, and a little cold light shone straight into the eyes of everyone at the Nanban Ferry.

Lin Bao turned around, Yang De turned around. The King of Yan turned his horse and turned around. To the west, he pulled out his sheath with long swords and lances, and lances were placed flat. He was waiting for the order at any time to make a straight forward and take the infantry to retreat!

Guo Rong bit her lip and finally pulled out the short knife from her waist. She held the two swords and rode forward, blocking Xiao Yan's horse. Xiao Yan's eyes that had been cold and hard finally softened for a moment, surpassing from behind, and as she passed by, she just said softly.

"Fight side by side."

The Yang Keshi's personal guard general who had been standing beside him could only turn around helplessly, no longer staring at Xiao Yan, while staring at the raft sailing on the river. He held the weapons in his hand tightly and prepared to fight. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!