Be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, who knows if the Ming army will borrow the light to release dark arrows!

Cherg's Goshha carefully protected their masters, and nervously held their shields in front of them one by one, for fear that the Ming army would suddenly release their guns or shoot a few arrows.

There were corpses of people and horses everywhere in sight, and many people could be vaguely seen.

However, the light brought by the fireworks of the Ming people disappeared in an instant, and soon, the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"You take a team of people to save people, and the rest of the people go with me."

Cherg casually wiped his palms on a corpse, and continued to grope his way forward, holding back the fishy smell. He was joined by a red-armored tooth speaker named Tuhai, who was with Chaohar at the time of the explosion, and although it was dark, he could find the place by his impression.

The crowd continued to groping, and from time to time someone knocked down the carcass of the horse, or made the saddle on the ground wrap around his foot and fell on his head.

Someone kicked the helmet, and the crisp sound was particularly harsh at night.

It's just that the Ming army behind the wooden fence not far away didn't seem to hear the movement here, and they didn't even say a word.

Compared with the indifference of the Ming army, the Jin soldiers who came to save people were like mice, especially when they were crouching, the small pigtails exposed on them looked like rat tails.

Cherge, who was bent on finding his brother, had no intention of thinking about why the Ming army didn't come out to stop them, his heart kept on it, he was very afraid to see his brother's corpse, in that case, he didn't know how to explain to Ama and Eniang.

A pit about two feet wide blocked the passage of Cherge's party, and it was pitch black, but someone could be heard moaning. Recite.

The Ming army's fireworks were not released again, and it was difficult for them to see how many Jurchen sons were alive in the pit, and he wanted to go around first, but a familiar voice suddenly came from the pit, but it was the strong Shiyirtu of the second Jiala and the third Niu Lu.

"Iltu, is that you!"

Cherg asked softly, and an affirmative answer came from below.

"Go down and save someone!"

Cherge hurriedly asked the two Goshkha beside him to go down to save the people, because Irtu's mother was his own sister, and their aunt was the side of the traitor Shulhaqi who had been beheaded by the Khan. Irtu's sister was also given the wife of her youngest brother, Suppilon, although both were young.

The two Goshkha knew the relationship between Irtu and their master, so they both carefully touched it down the slope.

When they landed, the feet of the two people were soft, and the smell of blood was much stronger than above, needless to say, there must be corpses under their feet.

Irtu's injuries weren't serious, but he hurt his right leg, so he couldn't climb on his own.

He was already desperate, and the fate of the wounded soldiers on the battlefield who could not return to his camp in time was terrible. Fortunately, what he was waiting for was not the Ming army who mended the sword, but his own people.

Iertu struggled to his feet, endured the pain in his leg, and moved forward as he called for the comer.

One of the two goshkha tried to lift Irtu in the dark, but when he tentacled it, he subconsciously retracted, and then screamed: "Snake! ”

Hearing that there were snakes, the other Goshha also panicked, and Irtu was even more panicked, and two snakes were already swimming on his body.

It must have been the gunpowder of the Ming army that blew up the snake's nest here!

"Pull me up!"

Irtu shouted, and the two Goshkha calmed down, and quickly picked up Irtu and climbed up the slope, not caring where the snake was.

One person held a hand, and finally pulled the person up.

"Are you alright?"

Cherg inquired about Irtu's injuries with concern, and after knowing that the other party was only injured in the leg, he called the two soldiers who came with him to help him back first.

Hearing that Xiao Thirteen was also here, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and Iertu was also a little worried, but he knew that he couldn't help Cherge, and after telling the other party to be careful, he limped away with the help of the soldiers.

Cherg and the others fumbled for a while, and finally found the approximate location that the red-armored soldier said, judging from the corpses of more than a dozen red-armored soldiers lying on the ground, Chaohar was probably in the middle.

"Little Thirteen, Little Thirteen..."

Cherge called softly, anxious, but no one in the four fields answered him.

"Find, live to see people, dead to see corpses!" Cherg gritted his teeth.

The next group of people turned over the corpses one by one, but dozens of corpses were turned over in a row, and even the people who were pressed down on the horse's belly were dragged out, but they could never find Chaohar.

"Little Thirteen, where are you, where are you! ...”

Cherg sat down on a wooden plank in despair, and although he didn't want to believe it, he had to accept that Little Thirteen might be blown apart. Otherwise, it would be impossible not to find him.

In the distance, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound, followed by an explosion in mid-air, which was a gorgeous firework, emitting a blue glow of smoke, which illuminated the Shura field full of corpses of people and horses.

One after another.

The light source also made the eyes of the searching Jin Bing shine.

"Big... My lord..."

The red-armored soldier Tuhai saw something, pointed to the plank under Cherg's buttocks, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen the most terrible thing.

"What?"

Cherge jumped to his feet, and following Tuhai's gestures, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

He was sitting in a coffin.

Under the coffin was a man pressed down, and two hands stretched out from the side of the coffin.

In one of his hands was a long knife with a Haidongqing pattern engraved on the hilt, which was very famous in the Eight Banners, and almost everyone knew it, because it was the saber of the Khan King when he was young.

Later, this knife was given to his nephew by the Khan King, who was also the youngest Niu Lu Ezhen Chaohar in the Eight Banners.

Well, who is the owner of the hands, the answer is already obvious.

"Little Thirteen!"

Cherg went crazy to lift the coffin, and Tuhai and the others hurried up to help.

After everyone lifted the coffin behind with all their might, the faint blue light brought by the Ming army's flower cannons in mid-air made them see a non-existent head.

The head was indeed gone, the liquid in the head had long since solidified with the dirt, and there was no skull, leaving only a neck full of flesh and cartilage, and a braid soaked in blood.

Below the neck, nothing.

Beside it, the helmet on the spire was pressed like a discus.

"Ahh

The tragic situation of his brother made it difficult for Cherg to suppress the pain and anger in his heart, and he roared loudly.

On the other side, there was a scolding from the Ming army.

"What a howl in the big night! You dogs and Tartars move quickly, hurry up and get your people away, and get it slowly! ”

"Damn, if you don't sleep, I still have to sleep! If it weren't for the general's message to ask Lao Tzu to put a few shots on you to illuminate it, Lao Tzu wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you gang of! ”

"What, what are you doing standing stupidly? Do you want Lao Tzu to light a few bonfires for you! ”

"Bah, according to Lao Tzu, it doesn't matter if you live or die, that is, we are benevolent and righteous..."