The name of "receiving" should be just for the sake of being nice...

But unexpectedly, Jia Qiang really stayed to support the rear.

You know, there are more than a hundred people behind?

Once entangled, it is absolutely unfortunate.

"Ninghou, go quickly!!"

Dong Chuan gasped and shouted loudly.

Shang Zhuo was also anxious and shouted: "Ninghou, go first! Go quickly!"

Jia Qiang ignored the two and looked for the pursuit team not far away.

The Mongols who have been in bitter and cold places all year round have grown up eating meat and drinking milk, and their physical strength is obviously much better than that of the Han people in the Central Plains.

Even Shang Zhuo rushed to the middle of the night and turned over the ridge, and his physical strength was basically exhausted at this moment, and he was getting slower and slower.

But although these Mongolians were all panting, they obviously still had the strength to watch Jia Qiang and his group smiled fiercely.

Jia Qiang observed these people calmly and soon discovered that the strong middle-aged man who ran the fastest should be their leader.

It is obvious that not only did he wear gold and silver clothes, but others kept persuading him to slow down, and some wanted to run to him to protect him...

This person has no identity, but he is definitely the core figure of this group of pursuers.

This guy is even more reckless than him...

Jia Qiang stood with a knife and took a stance to fight to the death. Shang Zhuo shouted sternly at Dong Chuan who wanted to turn around and fight to the death: "Don't be smart. I already have a plan. I will never forgive me for my big business! Go back quickly!"

Hearing this, Dong Chuan and Shang Zhuo could not do so, so they could only continue to move forward.

After all his energy, he finally returned to Jia Qiang and was already breathless.

At this moment, the enemy was less than twenty steps away from them. If it weren't for the bow and arrow, a rain of arrows would have been falling, Jia Qiang and others would not be able to escape their lives.

Of course, Jia Qiang and others did not bring bows and arrows, otherwise they might not have dared to go up.

However, at this time, Jia Qiang, who had been holding a knife to fight to death, suddenly inserted the knife to the ground, took out his portable firearm from deep into his arms, and aimed at the Mongolian who was running in front of him and screaming with a grim cry!

"Bang!"

"run!!"

After Jia Qiang shot the person who was hit, he didn't even want to take a knife. He carried Dong Chuan's head and ran away without turning around.

Huaan carried Shang Zhuo on his back, and the other brothers had recovered some of their strength and ran away.

Behind me, there was a terrified ghost cry of Mongolia: "Hehan! Hehan!!"

On Jia Qiang's back, Dong Chuan, who was roughly speaking Mongolian, suddenly stiffened...

In Mongolian, Hesan means Khan!!
Chapter completed!