The green-skinned tartar let go, and the arrow was like a meteor, shooting far into the sky, drawing a long rainbow, and I don't know where to go. At the same time, the tartar fell on his back, and a fountain of blood emerged from his thigh.

In other words, the arrow just now, the Tartar actually shot it in a backward posture.

At this time, the sound of gunfire from the rear penetrated Mei Fuxi's ears.

In fact, the gunshot had been heard before this, but in a state of despair and panic, everything that happened in front of him turned into black and white slow motion, which caused him to be deaf.

"Boom", the world recovered, and everything became normal again in Mei Fuxi's eyes.

Mei Dashao, who found that he had not been pierced by a sharp arrow, turned pale with a cold sweat, and after taking a few big breaths on the horse's back, he suddenly turned his head sideways and began to retch, tears and snot flowed.

A large amount of adrenaline secreted in the moment of life and death just now is causing chaos in the rookie's body, and the young man can't control the stress reaction that occurs afterwards.

The sound of hooves sounded, and Chen Erye, who was holding an assault rifle in one hand, slowly drove his horse from the diagonal rear to the recruits.

After raising the gun again and aiming at the tartar in front of him, the second master shook his head and put down the gun again, it seemed that the green-skinned tartar had transformed from a king to bronze, and it was not worth wasting another imported bullet.

At this moment, the green-skinned tartar, his face was still full of ferocity, and he was silent after being injured, covering his bleeding thigh with one hand, supporting the ground with the other, moving on the snow little by little, trying to hide behind the boulder next to him.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves sounded from behind him.

The one-on-two felt hat Mongol just now still didn't have a supergod after all. After being stabbed by the two men, the Mongol's wound went all the way from the chest to the ribs, and the internal organs were falling out of the wound with the horse's jolting.

So the two winning team members are like Hollywood protagonists, who don't look at the opponents who kick by by without mistake, and rush straight to this side.

A rolled horsewhip stretched out next to Mei Fuxi's head and patted him humiliatingly on the face: "Young Master, have you vomited enough?" ”

The young master, who was still retching, vomited twice after hearing the sound, and then wiped his hand on his face before raising his head.

Then Mei Fuxi saw the mocking Chen Erye and the smiling team members.

"Tsk." The second master, who rubbed his chin, let out a series of exclamations from his mouth: "Look at the young master's respectful face, it's enough to go back to Tianjin to hire a flower head." ”

Mei Fuxi knew that his face was covered with snot, and now he must have looked embarrassed, plus these were seen by the two subordinates on the side, he was simply ashamed to death at this time.

With a "snap", Second Master Chen said that he would turn his face, and a whip was whipped on Young Master Mei's thigh: "Carrying a gun has been beaten into such a ghost virtue, what a waste!" Get over and cut down that tartar, and come to me! ”

Young Master Mei, who was taken aback, took the reins of the horse and took two steps back, looking angry and ashamed, and after staring at Chen Huoding helplessly, the young master bit his teeth, and his eyes changed to a thick and fierce color, and he pulled out his saber with a "choking" sound, turned his head and rushed to the direction of the tartar.

In a short period of time, the green-skinned tartar had already hid behind the boulder and completed a series of actions: he tore open the placket jacket, reached out and pulled out a piece of silk lining from his arms, and hastily tied the wound on his leg.

Silk can hang arrows, so in this era, whether it is the Ming army or the Qing army, if possible, they will wear a silk undergarment.

As soon as he pierced the wound, the tartar heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him. After enduring the severe pain and helping the big stone to stand up, Tartar also drew the saber at his waist.

The next moment, the condescending Mei Fuxi slashed down with a knife.

If it is in a healthy state, Mei Fuxi, a blue-skinned tartar with flaws, who has experienced a hundred battles and is accustomed to rushing into battle many times, is sure that he will be cut off from his horse in one round.

However, he is now seriously wounded, the 7.62mm bullet is no joke, the muscles in the Tartar's leg have been torn, the arteries have been broken, the massive blood loss has made him weak, the oxygen supply to his brain is insufficient, his eyes are black, and he simply does not have enough strength and agility to complete the tactical moves.

So after the Tartar barely unloaded the knife, he couldn't help but hold on to the big stone and take two steps back. With this stab, the large crack in his leg burst open again, and the blood rushed out again.

"Damn, I'm careless." Realizing that the green-skinned tartar that was going to be carried here today, he thought about it while holding on to the bluestone and gasping for breath.

Yes, since entering the customs, the Eight Banners army has been invincible, beating the most elite troops of the Ming army to the ground, and the whole army has actually stayed in the imperial city of the Ming Kingdom for several months, grabbing countless children of wealth.

So when they recently retired from the army, the arrogant Eight Banners didn't pay attention to the Ming army on the back road at all. This led to the fact that when the three of them went into the mountain to inspect today, they were perfunctory, and they didn't even wear a piece of leather armor.

That's all for the lessons learned from the Tartar soldiers. Can he block the opponent's sharp fire gun after wearing leather armor, he didn't have time to think about Mei Fuxi, who had adjusted the horse's head, and slashed it again.

After this knife, the tartar who was bleeding from his leg was simply chopped away by Mei Fuxi.

The next moment, the young master grabbed the reins of the horse, got off the horse with his legs, pulled a knife flower, roared wildly, and strode forward, aiming at the green skin tartar and slashing his head and face.

It is worthy of the elite soldiers of the Eight Banners...... It is said that the ones who can be sent out to spy are bound to be elite. In this case, the green-skinned tartar, whose blood had probably dried up, actually pulled out a short knife and barely blocked it a few times.

However, Young Master Mei finally slashed his opponent's neck on the fourth knife.

After seeing Mei Fuxi, whose eyes were red, the long knife dripping blood, and the head in his hand, walked out from behind the boulder, Chen Huoding couldn't help but nodded: The commander often said that he would "quench" the recruits, and today it seems that he has become another one.

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After a difficult battle, Chen Huoding hurriedly gave an order in place of Young Master Mei, who was still in a state of sublimation: divide one person to go back and call people, and the rest of them quickly threw the three corpses aside, collected the enemy's two horses, and retreated to the valley.

Although Chen Huoding had communication equipment, he could know at any time whether the enemy army would follow him, but he still gathered his troops as soon as possible in accordance with the regulations, and put on a defensive posture that he could retreat at any time. After all, these auxiliaries don't always have someone to tell them about the situation on the battlefield, so everything has to be trained for the worst-case scenario.

After the three of them and five horses retreated to the valley mouth, Chen Huoding turned on the radio to report the situation. After that, he got instant information: there were no new Tartars entering the mountain on the opposite mountain pass for the time being.

Chen Huoding, who was relieved, took out a flat silver wine jug from his arms and threw it to Young Master Mei who was in a daze on the side: "Take the head, go back and repay you." ”

After waiting like this for almost forty minutes, the six remaining members of the detachment arrived with all the spare horses.

With manpower, everything is easy to do.

Immediately people on both sides of the valley walked around and began to take binoculars to observe the path before and after, and then the three Tartar corpses were also pulled back.

After a careful search, sure enough: "White armor soldiers!" ”

An old guard carried the domino found from the waist of the green-skinned tartar and exclaimed loudly: "The captain is so good, he actually cut off the head of the white-armored soldier!" ”

The white-armored soldier is also called Bayala. When Nurhachi sent troops in the eighth year of the Mandate of Heaven, he drew 100 armor per ox, of which 10 were white and 40 were red, and the white armor soldiers were the elite of the soldiers.

The White Armor is equipped with the best equipment. It is usually a three-layer armor, with chain mail inside, cotton armor in the middle, and iron armor outside, and it is a heavy armor elite who specializes in breaking through the enemy.

The white armor soldiers usually carry out super military training, so they are proficient in combat skills. Under normal circumstances, a rookie like Mei Fuxi, three of them will never be able to cut off a white armor.

The white-armored soldiers usually act as the guards of the emperor and the major Baylors, are responsible for the vanguard sentinels when marching, and are responsible for breaking the formation when they are fighting, and they are the core force of the Eight Banners.

However, manpower will eventually run out. No matter how high the white armor soldier's attainment in cold weapons is, after encountering the troops trained by the industrial society, he was still very aggrieved and beheaded by a rookie...... The superb skill was not displayed at all in the face of bullets.

After drinking the white wine treasured by Second Master Chen, Young Master Mei, who had already relieved himself, smiled embarrassedly after hearing someone praise him.

He knows his own family. Although the two team members did not tell the truth at the time, because of his inaccurate marksmanship, the team members were forced to fight hand-to-hand, and he couldn't shake off the pot.

As for the white-armored soldiers, not to mention, the credit must be attributed to the second master Chen who fired the shot, otherwise, he Young Master Mei would already be a corpse.

In addition to the white-armored soldiers, the two felt hat tartars were all from the Eight Banners.

The team members searched not only the identification of the three tartars, but also some gold and silver jewelry wrapped in silk cloth, all with blood on them, undoubtedly snatched from the corpses of the Ming people.

After reporting the identities of the three corpses to the command on the radio, Chen Huoding was instructed to bring them back to Tianjin.

There is a reason for this: since this is the first actual combat training of the Flying Tiger Battalion, if you bring back some complete Tartar corpses, it will be more shocking than just bringing human heads, the reputation of the Flying Tiger Battalion in Tianjin will rise rapidly, and General Cao's work in the local area will be smoother.

Fortunately, the command will not give orders indiscriminately. In the days that the team has been on the expedition, several spare horses have been depleted of supplies, just in time to carry the carcasses. What's more, two Mongolian horses were captured just now, and the transportation capacity is sufficient.

So the team wrapped the three bodies in several tarpaulins and tied them to the horses.

The next step is to continue the ambush. All traces of the battle in the valley were cleared, including the dead horse, which was also transported to the rear to cook horse meat.

Since there are three sentinels who have gone into the mountain and never returned, then according to common sense, at some point after today, the maximum probability is that two days after tomorrow, the Eight Banners Army in the corridor area will definitely send someone to take a look.

Therefore, the detachment needs to set up an ambush in the valley now. If there are few opponents, just continue to eat.

If there are a lot of opponents...... The 90 members of Team A, to which the squad belongs, have slowly assembled here under the mobilization of the radio at this moment.