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On the other side, the Greek villagers who fled on the hillside rushed to their lives, and the sound of horseshoes coming from far behind had scared most people. Obviously, the Venetians should have noticed that they had escaped from the temporarily dug tunnel. come out. Even more desperate, they just want to escape this dangerous place as soon as possible. Before, the Greek villagers had heard that the surrounding places were suffering from seedlings, but they didn't expect that they would also encounter this group of wicked people.

However, behind these frightened villagers, a little boy couldn't help but looked back to the top of the mountain, with tears in his eyes. He knew that since the Venetian had reacted, it meant that Vibius had been adopting himself. Grandpa should have been so bad now. And he didn't even see it at the last glance, so he could only endure the heart-piercing pain and escape from the village. This was the old man's last trust to him. Little Peter wiped his tears and shook his lips severely to encourage him to stay firm. What he said he must lead everyone out of here alive!

But just as they were getting closer and closer to the entrance of the village, the Greek villagers who fled suddenly saw a few Venetians riding war horses guarding here at some unknown time. They were so scared that everyone stopped on the spot. After the footsteps, the trembling eyes were filled with despair.

But just when everyone thought that the last way out was cut off and there was no place for burial, the immature voice behind him suddenly rang.

"Run, they haven't reacted yet, only a few people can't stop us!" The thin figure rushed out suddenly, although he was terrified, but the boy with gritted teeth turned towards Venice, which was full of consternation. The man threw a stone and hit the horse's head. The frightened horse immediately jumped up, and at this opportunity, little Peter rushed out of the village, facing the danger of being trampled on by the horse's hoof. This scene undoubtedly greatly inspired other grown-up Greeks who had been terrified before. The villagers who flocked to the village immediately shocked the Venetian who was in charge of watching the wind at the entrance of the village. Seeing the crowds on the other side, these light cavalry could only watch the Greeks flee and couldn't stop them. And the big troops on the mountain were too late to stop at this time!

"Damn it! Stop them!" Moebius shouted with a low expression. Although he didn't roar like Qiqiao before, he couldn't tolerate the Greeks running away like this.

"But Master Moebius, they are already running away!" Hesitantly said his subordinates, after all, their primary goal is to grab some food and leave, not to kill and set people on fire. If they continue to chase, I'm afraid that some of the gains outweigh the gains.

But Moebius directly interrupted the persuasion of his subordinates and snorted coldly: "How can we escape no matter how far away? Can these old, weak, sick, and disabled legs be faster than our four legs? Chopping grass and roots, so many people If we escape, our whereabouts will be exposed." Now killing these Greeks is not only to avoid hidden dangers, for this man, it is more to cover up his fault. Master Venier gave him the task he said he couldn't mess up!

Biting the bullet, the Venetian riders had no choice but to chase after them, but the Greeks in sight scattered and fled in different directions as soon as they exited the village, making it even more difficult for them to pursue them.

Unwilling to watch this scene, Mobis knew that if this continues, I’m afraid it’s really to watch them disappear under his nose. After thinking for a while, the man yelled at his subordinates: "Use that, hurry up. Get rid of these maggots!"

"Yes!" The knowing men immediately understood the leader's intentions, then nodded and stretched their hands behind the saddle.

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On the other hand, as a little boy, Peter has done his best to flee towards the forest as far as possible-there can block the pursuit of the line of sight, but he is obviously not the only one with this thought, although he has been said before. Disperse as much as possible, but many people also fled towards the forest.

As long as you escape into the forest, you can escape! Trying to comfort himself, even though he was exhausted, the boy who was gritting his teeth still persisted, and immediately he could hide to safety. But at this moment, only a "swish--" came from behind, something seemed to tear the air, and the next scream made Peter's heart suddenly tense.

Looking back subconsciously, I saw a short crossbow arrow inserted into the calf of a villager behind him, and the villager holding his leg painfully fell to the ground, not understanding what had just happened, and waited until he recovered a little. , I saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and the Venetian rider who caught up with his sword fell to the ground, and blood flowed ~www.ltnovel.com~No——"Looking at this scene in horror, all the Greeks They felt cold in their hearts. And they saw that they did not know when the Venetians had a small short crossbow in their hands. Unlike the crossbows that are difficult to load and the hand crossbows are poor in range, the short crossbows used by these people are obvious. The performance was even better. After a while, it was convenient to use the advantage of long-range weapons to shoot a large number of unprepared villagers, and then the heads were reaped in the wilderness. The **** scenes are as if they can only be seen in hell, while watching Little Peter could do nothing about all of this, and even if he didn't leave, he would risk dying here. But just as he was about to turn around and flee, a weak cry for help came from behind.

"Help...help me!"

A middle-aged man with an arrow in his back was so angry that he was still struggling. He didn't want to just die here. It was obvious that the forest was right in front of his eyes.

After looking at the front and then at the back, the boy was also struggling in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth and broke back to run away from the injured man on his back. All this happened today has made him unable to tolerate his continued desperation! But when Peter just put the injured man's hand on his shoulder, the rush of horseshoes from behind had already been heard.

Am I going to die here? ! Although he was blocked from sight, he still trembled subconsciously, and finally the big boy had to close his eyes and wait for the end of his life.

However, what Peter greeted was not the Venetian rider's cold broadsword. A strong wind swept over his head, engulfed in strong penetrating power, and a Turkic arrow passed through the cloud and cracked stone at an almost unattainable speed and directly pierced the point. The front door of the Venetian rider killed by the great sword. With a plop, the dead body rolled over from the horse, and the lone horse galloped past the Greek man hurriedly.