Wang Yue and Yang Yiqing's situation is not good at all.

They met the enemy in a hurry, although the Ming army of nearly 50,000 formed a formation and would not be defeated in one rush, but under the repeated attacks of the Mongols, the front army was already in tatters.

There were broken limbs everywhere, and the wounded soldiers had no time to be rescued, so they could only lie on the ground, let out a terrible howl, and wait for death in despair.

The north wind was wrapped in gunsmoke and blood, and it was sent to Wang Yue's nostrils. He didn't throw up, because his stomach was already empty. He could only bite his lip hard, bite through the flesh, and the painful stimulation to keep him calm.

In Wang Yue's heart, there was a voice constantly telling him, run! Hurry up and run!

If you don't run, there is only one dead end, don't work hard, you can't!

I've lived two lifetimes, and I can't get along with myself!

Suddenly, Wang Yue's expression was hideous, and he suddenly raised the Son of Heaven sword, he gritted his teeth, and stabbed it hard according to his thigh.

"Humph!"

A muffled grunt came from his nostrils, and the doubling pain made him finally regain his composure, his eyes steadfast and staring at the battle in front of him.

Yang Yiqing, who was not far from Wang Yue, had already changed color when he saw him raise the Son of Heaven Sword. When this kid stabbed himself in the leg, the old man was completely crazy!

That's ruthless!

This kid is a hundred times more terrifying than those six Mongolian households!

Yang Yiqing kept telling himself that although he didn't have a son, he didn't want to be frustrated, so he definitely couldn't offend this kid! As for Yang Tinghe, you are really blind and blinded by lard, you have to go against this pair of monarchs and ministers, do you think you have a long life, and you want to find some stimulation in your old age?

My old man doesn't have this bad hobby, no matter what, he won't fall out with Wang Yue. I have to mention Jin Shang when I go back, so that they can clear their minds a little.

Such a ruthless person, if he wants to control him with 500,000 taels, isn't that wishful thinking? Even the old man can't look at it!

Something is wrong!

Could it be that in the old man's heart, this kid is even more powerful than himself?

No, no!

Yang Yiqing shook his head desperately, the old man has been in the prime minister for fifty years, and his skills are unmatched, Wang Yue, this kid, is far from growing up, far behind!

Yang Yiqing was thinking wildly, and his mind was uncertain, and suddenly, someone ran over and said eagerly: "Lord Ministry, the Tartars have been killed!" ”

Yang Yiqing subconsciously raised his head, and sure enough, there was a Tartar cavalry, which looked like it could have three or five hundred people.

From the gap between the two military formations, he directly inserted it and rushed straight to the middle army, and the target was his old man!

"Rubbish, it's all rubbish!" Yang Yiqing scolded, he couldn't even block this little tartar, and the old man burned you all when he turned around!

Yang Yiqing was angry, but it was useless, after all, he couldn't rely on his anger to burn the tartar to death.

Do you really want to run away?

The Tartars are near!

It's close!

The Ming army, which found the loophole, has rushed over desperately and tried its best to protect the safety of the coach.

They are like moths to a fire, constantly being cut in two pieces by the scimitars of the Tartars, and the corpses are laid on the spot, and human life becomes lighter than a feather, and people die every moment.

The only effect of their sacrifice was to give Yang Yiqing and Wang Yue a little time.

Is it to run, or to die?

That's a big problem!

Yang Yiqing subconsciously looked at Wang Yue.

It stands to reason that such a big matter must be the experienced Yang Yiqing. But at this juncture, the old guy didn't dare to make his own decisions.

"That...... Xiao Wang Qincha, you see? ”

Wang Yue's face was strained, the Tartar was already less than a hundred steps away from him, if the other party had a marksman, it was estimated that he could kill him!

Wang Yue was unprecedentedly nervous, and his throat was already blocked by a hanging heart.

Do you want to give up?

It's too hard to carry it, just don't care about anything, run as far as you can, even if you lose your head, it's better than being tortured here!

Wang Yue didn't dare to deceive himself, he really had the idea of escaping, but looking around, although the Ming army was very difficult, it was still fighting desperately.

The cavalry on both wings fought against the Tartar cavalry, swords and spears clashed, and those who fell off their horses were like dumplings.

Although the battle formation in front was broken through, the remaining soldiers did not run, but actively gathered together and used all means to attack.

Weapons are broken, bodies are bleeding, and even arms are cut off, as long as there is a breath left, fight hard!

As a qualified soldier, you must not retreat first when the commander is standing.

In the same way, the manager can't run either!

This is not your battle alone, on the battlefield, there are tens of thousands of brothers in Paoze, and behind you, there are millions of fathers and elders!

Wang Yue felt that the two shoulders were heavy, and something called responsibility was pressing him!

"Kill!"

He pointed at the Son of Heaven's sword, "Rush up for me and block the Tartar!" ”

Feng Han was the first to step forward, as a guard, he shouldn't have thrown his master aside, but as a warrior, he knew what he had to do!

"Kill! Kill the Tartars! ”

Feng Han and dozens of guards rushed forward, they withstood the momentum of the Tartars, the weapons collided, the limbs were broken, blood splashed, and the sky in front of them turned a terrible blood red!

"Kill!"

From behind Yang Yiqing, a voice suddenly came out, which scared the old man a lot, and before he could turn back, his nephew Yang Yuanbin had already rushed up with Yang Yiqing's family!

"Uncle, let's watch the little nephew kill the enemy!" The two goods rushed up together regardless of it.

"Bastard!"

Yang Yiqing almost wanted to kill someone.

Now that Wang Yue has no one around him, and there is no one around him, just rush over a Tartar, and the two of them will be finished.

"Stinky boy, when you go back, the old man will have to beat your ass! Get out of here for me, be your herding baby! ”

Yang Yiqing was in a hurry, and Wang Yue at this moment was unprecedentedly relaxed.

He clutched the sword tightly in his hand, and it was his last thing to rely on.

"Yang Butang, your old man has been a great official all his life, and he has enjoyed all kinds of blessings, even if he dies, he will be unhappy. I'm miserable, this life hasn't started yet, and I'm going to finish it in advance! ”

Kill?

What do you mean?

"Boy, you want to kill the old man, right?"

Wang Yue gave him a roll of the eyes, "Lord Ministry, I haven't lost my mind!" ”

Yang Yiqing snorted coldly, "You kid is not crazy, but you are even crazier than a madman now!" The old man's life will be cheated by you sooner or later! ”

Wang Yue was disdainful, "You steal the fun!" If you meet me, you can still keep the evening, otherwise, you won't be sure what will happen! ”

They complained frantically, and they were not polite at all.

It seems that this is the only way to avoid being crushed.

Feng Han and Yang Yuanbin, who led the guards, blocked the Tartar twenty steps away.

Corpses and blood, covered the ground.

At this moment, a Tartar suddenly threw out two short axes, Feng Han subconsciously dodged, he violently urged the war horse, and rushed straight towards the Chinese army.

The scarlet eyes of the Tartar locked on Wang Yue and Yang Yiqing!

Closer, closer!

It's less than ten paces away!

Touch!

Feng Han threw the knife in his hand and stabbed him in the back, and the knife sank into it very deeply, but this tartar turned out to be like a wounded beast, and rushed towards Wang Yue and Yang Yiqing even more desperately!

Oh my God, what the hell is this?

Wang Yue's heart became blank, the other party raised his scimitar and slashed at him, Wang Yue had nowhere to dodge, and he didn't know how to dodge!

Die to die, fight!

Wang Yue didn't think about it, and handed over the sword in his hand.

He only felt that he had encountered an obstacle, and he moved forward hard, and a beam of blood sprayed him all over his body, but the opponent's knife did not fall.

Wang Yue opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that this guy's throat was nailed with a sword. Not far away, Yang Yiqing was holding his waist with one hand and watching proudly.

Wang Yue was instantly overjoyed, he used both hands hard, and the sharp sword of the Son of Heaven penetrated the opponent's chest, and his huge body fell down with a bang.

Wang Yue wiped a handful of blood from his face, and roared loudly, "Old soldier Yang Yiqing, recruit Wang Yue, work together to kill one person!" “

"Wang Yue, Yang Yiqing killed one person!"

"Kill one!"

First Feng Han and Yang Yuanbin shouted, followed by all the guards, and then spread to the whole army!

The old governor personally killed the enemy, and the Lord Chincha also took action.

What are we compared to them?

In an instant, the Ming army seemed to be possessed by a killing god, and his spirit was ten thousand times! They all screamed and attacked wildly...... Almost at the same time, Zhang Yong led the men and horses and also launched a charge from the outside.