Zhu Cijiong stood in the northernmost part of the road, he had already spoken, and he would listen to his command when the time came.

When the time comes, and he says attack, everyone will be able to do it!

Zhang Da held the bamboo gun and snorted secretly:

Your mother, let you be a laughing ghost, it's really cheap for you!

The sound of "rumbling" horses' hooves, from far and near, soon reached Zhu Cijiong's rightful face.

I saw that the knight at the head was wearing a suit of armor inlaid with copper nails, and it was obvious that this was a dark armor lined with iron leaves!

Just when the strong stench rushed into Zhu Cijiong's nose, he suddenly roared:

"Aim, do it!"

As soon as he let go of his hands, four or five bamboo poles with only one bare rod left, carrying two catties of stones, roared away!

"Whew! Shout! The bamboo pole brought a burst of sound breaking through the air......

"They're in the bamboo forest! Hurry up and ......"

Before the knight at the head could finish his words, he was smashed on the head with a bamboo pole.

The pebbles the size of the soles of the feet shattered in response, red and white, like broken watermelons, bursting open......

With Zhu Cijiong's words, the righteous men who had been aiming for a long time released the bamboo poles in their hands one after another.

Each of them grabbed a few bamboos, and nearly a hundred bamboo poles swept away, directly sweeping off more than half of the Qing soldiers.

Several people were stoned to death on the spot!

The sudden change frightened the war horse, spread its hooves and began to gallop......

"Thorn!"

Zhu Cijiong roared!

Ten bamboo spears suddenly stretched out from the bamboo forest and stabbed at the surviving Qing soldiers.

Zhang Da, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately stabbed the bamboo gun in his hand towards a Qing soldier who was sitting on horseback, controlling a panicked war horse, and had not yet reacted.

"Kill!"

Zhu Cijiong picked up the bamboo spear on the ground, followed Zhang Da, and stabbed at the Qing soldier on horseback.

"Brothers, kill!"

Yang Qilong roared, and a shot pierced the mouth of a Qing soldier, stabbing him off the horse!

"Kill!"

The Qing soldiers were flustered for a while, but they also saw the situation clearly, and the anti-thieves hiding in the bamboo forest only had some bamboo guns as weapons.

Dressed in cotton armor, as long as they protect the important parts, they are not afraid.

Don't look at the fact that there were only five or six people left on the horseback at this time, but they still brandished their waist knives and cut the bamboo poles in half!

"Brothers, if you can't pierce their armor, smash me!"

Zhu Shangxian, as the head of the courtyard, is also very brave, he directly took a bamboo pole, strode out of the bamboo forest, and smashed it on the head of a Qing soldier.

"Click!"

The bamboo pole in his hand was split in two by the Qing soldiers.

"Die!"

Next to Zhu Shangxian was an emaciated man, who brandished a bamboo pole as if he were using a stick, and smashed a stick on the neck of the Qing soldier, directly smashing the guy off the horse.

And the three or four people who were in charge of attracting the enemy to pursue at the front also ran back, they picked up the Qing soldiers weapons that fell on the ground, and slashed at the figures on the ground.

……

The battle lasted only for a short moment, and there was not even half a cup of tea.

When the last Qing soldier broke his neck after being smashed by a dozen bamboo poles, the battle was over.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

Zhu Cijiong gasped.

He swam for several miles tonight, and then after this brief ambush, he felt that all the strength in his body had disappeared.

"Rip off their armor, these are Qing soldier vests, their armor is the most complete armor, let's divide it, each person wears a few pieces!"

Zhu Cijiong sat on the corpse of a war horse and commanded.

This war horse was also an unlucky egg, and he was directly smashed in the head by a bamboo pole.

The stones on the bamboo poles have even been embedded in the horse's head......

Zhang Da handed a bamboo tube to Zhu Cijiong:

"Master, this is the water cylinder that the dog tartar sticks under the horse's belly, and it's still warm inside, so drink it quickly."

Zhu Cijiong took the bamboo tube, and suddenly felt a smell of horse-sao coming to his nose.

He endured the discomfort and drank most of the barrel before handing the bamboo tube to Zhang Da.

"Da Lang, have you anything to eat, I haven't eaten for a day, and my hands and feet will be tired."

"Ah, why didn't you say it earlier!"

Zhang Da hurriedly touched his body, and was embarrassed to find that he didn't bring dry food.

"Which of you brought food?"

Zhang Da hurriedly began to ask.

"Huang Ji, what did you want to prepare?"

Only then did Yang Qilong remember that he handed over the purchase of dry food to Huang Ji.

"I'm a day long!"

Huang Ji "snapped" and slapped on his head, and under the swaying torch, he could see that his head was red.

"I forgot about the ship!"

Huang Ji blamed himself, he forgot such an important thing!

Zhu Cijiong couldn't cry or laugh, he picked up a waist knife on the ground, aimed directly at the neck of the dead horse under his buttocks, and stabbed it in.

The crimson blood flowed out, and it was still steaming hot, and the stench was terrible......

He lay on his stomach at the wound, just took a small sip, and before he could swallow it, the fishy smell made him vomit uncontrollably.

"Vomit ......"

Zhu Cijiong barely swallowed, but almost vomited out all the overnight meal.

"Son, why don't you bear with it for a while, and wait until we go to the town in front of us, and then we will pad our stomachs, or, now, roast a piece of horse meat first?"

Zhang Da's face was full of guilt, it was all because he was not good, and he forgot to bring food for the third prince!

He should have thought that the third prince who was captured by the dog Tartar could have eaten and drunk enough!

"There's no time!"

Zhu Cijiong bit the tip of his tongue vigorously, numbing his sense of taste, and then lay down on the wound again, endured the discomfort, and poured a stomach of horse blood.

"Hungry people are coming to drink, I tell you, we may not even have time to eat in the future!"

Zhu Cijiong pointed to the fire dragon in the distance and said to everyone.

Just at the end of the field of vision, a fiery dragon was heading this way.

"So fast?" Yang Qilong was stunned.

"It's a flame!" Zhu Shangxian sighed: "These dog tartars have lit the reeds, and the flames have attracted all the searching tartars. ”

After the two finished speaking, they really followed Zhu Cijiong's method, lay on the wound of the dead horse, and drank the horse's blood.

Everyone saw that several bosses had drunk, and they followed their movements one by one, pouring a belly of horse blood.

Jiao San led people to cut off the legs of the dead horse, removed the bones, and hung them on the buttocks of the war horse.

This thing, if you have time to bake it, is a good thing to satisfy your hunger.

As for not digesting – just chew some grass roots.

Even chickens know that after eating grain, they peck at some sand to help digest it!

Not to mention people!

Zhu Cijiong opened his mouth and said, "Tell me about what we have now." ”