The situation of Qin Biao, the general of the Ming army on the hillside, was very bad at this time, and after the bannermen of the Dege class rushed up, they rushed wildly, and his team was not in formation, and it was already a melee. But fortunately, the Jurchen foot soldiers behind the Derge class broke up part of Liu Shijie's team, inhibiting the rhythm of their attack, and he was able to hold on until now.

But just now the leader of the Tartars had already led his men and horses to jump behind him and rushed straight down the valley, Xu Laosan chased after him, but the troops had been defeated, and Xu Laosan estimated that he was already more than lucky. The enemy troops copied from the back mountain, assembled behind him, and were already besieging the banner of the Chinese army behind him, which made him very confused.

Seeing that although his people fought to the death and did not retreat, the more they fought harder, the less they fought, and the more and more Tartars surged upward, they had to deal with it wholeheartedly, and they couldn't spare time to adjust the deployment.

Finished! That's all I have to say today!

A trace of despair flashed in Qin Biao's mind, and he saw the Jurchen soldiers rushing up surrounded by a general who was obviously the leader, gritting his teeth and biting his heart, ready to fight to the end.

"Dog Tartar, **your ancestor!"

He cursed and stabbed back, blocking the incoming iron spear and sending the knife into the stomach of the sneak attacker. Then his waist twisted, his body suddenly soared in the air, and a two-foot short sword in his waist came out of his sheath, dancing out of a curtain of light, and directly took the enemy general's face.

This is his trick to press the bottom of the box when he broke into the rivers and lakes, and such complicated and fancy tricks are not practical on the battlefield of swords and guns except for the single-handedness of the rivers and lakes, but it is still effective if you want to fight the enemy. As soon as the move came out, the momentum was like a dragon going out to sea, and the people around him didn't even have time to react before he rushed to Du Mubu. However, the opponent was not idle, and the iron broadsword in his hand struck like a violent wind, and it could keep up with his speed.

Seeing that the trick was sealed, Qin Biao's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of demonic brilliance, and in an instant, his face flushed like blood, and his body accelerated suddenly, flashing like a ghost. Dumubu's broadsword struck the air. Before he could be surprised, the Ming general on the opposite side had already deceived him, and the sword came out of his hand and turned into a flash of lightning, hitting his left rib with lightning speed.

Du Mu Buwan didn't expect this person to have such a powerful trick, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, but he also showed real kung fu at the moment of life and death, and twisted his waist desperately, and the big knife was blocked horizontally at an incredible angle like lightning, and a loud bang splashed everywhere!

Du Mubu felt a thunderbolt coming from him, and his wrist was numb, and although he desperately swept away the blow, the electric light still swept behind him, and the iron armor shattered and blood splattered everywhere he passed. Yang Biao only felt a fierce force slamming into his body, he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered back several steps, but he didn't fall to the ground. The flying sword did not change its trend and sank into the body of one of the guards behind him, piercing the body like tofu.

After Qin Biao's figure landed, he also staggered for a moment before standing firmly. Forcibly using the stunt made his body churn with qi and blood, he took a few breaths, but saw that the Tartar leader did not fall, his own killing blow actually missed, and his eyes flashed with a desperate fierce light. He grabbed a waist knife and ran towards Dumubu with a wild scream, the outcome of the battle was no longer important to him, he only wanted to kill the Tartar in front of him.

However, at this time, he was already at the end of his crossbow, and the Ming troops around him were almost either dead or wounded, leaving him alone to resist desperately. Du Mubu's side had already been surrounded by the Guardian Bannermen, and seeing that the other party seemed to be crazy and pounced again, the Bannermen immediately raised their swords to meet them.

Qin Biao didn't run a few steps, the big knife next to him came down, he was shocked, his body turned, and the knife swept past him. Before he could see who the enemy general was, he slashed again, and he carried his knife to parry, "Dang!" With a bang, the qi and blood in the body churned again, and the arm that was shocked was numb, and he retreated several steps in a row.

Broken! Here's another awesome one! These Tartars............ It's amazing! He didn't let him think too much, the opponent's big knife slashed at him in all directions, he tried his best to resist desperately, but every touch of the weapon made his blood churn even more, and finally after blocking more than a dozen times, he felt that his ribs were swollen, and he couldn't hold back anymore, a mouthful of blood spit out, his legs were weak and half kneeling on the ground, and then he was kicked in the chest and fell on his back.

With a shout to stop the big knife that was about to fall, Qin Biao saw clearly that it was only four ordinary Tartar soldiers who were besieging him. It turns out that I am now running out of oil and lamps, and I can't even win a few small soldiers, Li Shuai, I, Qin Biao, am worthy of you......

"You are a good man, I will descend to the Great Golden Kingdom, but I will spare you from death."

The stiff Liaodong Han dialect stimulated Qin Biao's eardrums. Qin Biao barely got up, holding the fallen military flag in his hand. The cape had a hideous face, glaring at the Tartar leader opposite.

"Heroes? Hahaha, you Tartar also know what a good man is? Then do you know that our good men of the Ming Dynasty would rather die than be animals! Let me tell you, grandpa has killed more Tatar dog breeds and dried Tartar girls than you can count in the past ten years, and it's already enough! Grandpa died here today, and I watched from the sky how you dog breeds were slaughtered by my Great Ming Xiongshi! ”

Du Mubu knew some Chinese, and roughly understood the meaning, and was immediately furious.

"I don't know whether I'm alive or dead! Come! A large group of people rushed forward.

Du Mubu finally took a closer look at the Ming general in front of him, bald without a helmet, his head was full of blood, wearing Tieshan armor, holding the military flag in his hand, although he couldn't even stand steadily, there was no trace of submission and fear in his eyes, some were just unwilling and regarded death as home. Although he hated the stubbornness of the person in front of him, the tenacity of this Ming army also frightened him. He really doesn't understand the Han army, it's incompetent and rotten to the extreme, but it's terrifyingly hard. How many such troops are there in the Ming army? I wish there were fewer of them.

At the same time, Qin Biao also saw the countless Jurchen foot soldiers rushing up behind the Tartar leader and the terrifying strong bows they were holding in their hands.

He struggled to stand up straight, a gust of mountain wind blew, and the blood-stained military flag fluttered and unfurled in the wind.

Du Mubu didn't speak, just raised his hand, and the dozens of archers behind him opened their bows and arrows together to aim at Qin Biao. The palpitating sound of the bowstring tightened made Qin Biao's eyes burn with the last flames, and with the last of his strength, he waved his arm violently, and threw the military flag at the other party like a javelin.

In the piercing sound of gold and iron, the military flag was cut into two sections and fell to the ground, and then was trampled underfoot. Dumubu took two steps back, a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then regained his composure.

Seeing that his last move had not worked, Qin Biao was completely desperate, and at this time, none of his subordinates were standing. He tried to straighten up, looking back as if he wanted to do something, but a burst of arrow shadows blew up like a violent wind, Qin Biao couldn't dodge, and was suddenly shot like a hedgehog, and the corpse was nailed to the ground by random arrows, and blood gushed like a spring of breath.

At this moment, the banner of the Chinese army on the mountainside in the distance behind him was also broken in the sudden smoke, and it collapsed .......

Compared with the rout of the flank detachment, the Ming army at the mouth of the valley also fell into a complete disadvantage, and there was no hope of repelling the enemy, and now it was just struggling to support the fight of the trapped beasts.

Due to the fact that the number was smaller than that of the other party, and the most elite armoured banner troops led by Mang Gurtai himself, under the fierce impact of the Jurchen cavalry, the firearms of the vehicle array that the Ming army relied on to maintain were completely crushed; The artillery had no time to reload, and was abandoned to the ground, and the soldiers drew their swords and spears to resist desperately, and soon more than half of them were killed and wounded under the rain of arrows; The formation had been torn apart and was on the verge of collapse, and some of the Jurchen bannermen had already broken through from here and fought with Liu Shijie's cavalry team behind them; However, the soldiers of the Ming army were really tough, and although they fell into a disadvantage, they still barely managed to maintain several fronts and fought bravely. In the scuffle, blood and mud splattered, dead bodies tumbled, and screamed in the sky.

"Brothers, give me !!" Liu Yang held a blood-stained horse chopping knife and a military flag in one hand, shouting hoarsely. His standard-bearer had been shot into a hedgehog, and the banner was littered with arrows.

There are too many people in the Tartars, and they are too fierce. Although the soldiers under him did not want to use the body group ** wall to resist, but for every time they put down a Tartar, four or five people fell on their side, and there were Tartars who kept sprinting all the way and knocking down several people to break through the block. Now that his sword players and pikemen are dying, the firearms have thrown their firearms and picked up their swords and guns to join the warband. There are fewer and fewer people on his side, but there are more and more opponents.

There were also showers of arrows falling overhead, and the hills on the flanks were afraid of being lost. Looking at the dense Tartar foot soldiers on the hill who had already swooped down condescendingly, he could no longer care about the few Tartar cavalry who wanted to bypass the phalanx. He slashed down a Tartar foot soldier who had squeezed through a human crack, splattering his face with blood.

He wiped his face, looked ahead, the front was densely packed with people, he stepped onto an overturned broken car, just stepped up and looked ahead, he saw the crowd in front of him separated left and right like a tide, the black cavalry rushed over with earth-shattering momentum, and then the terrible rain of arrows splashed with a desperate roar.

Not good! Not again! He was so shocked that he almost fell out of the car. He was born and raised in Liaodong, worked as a horse thief, and later joined the army, and saw a lot of winds and waves. He had seen the Mongol horse team before, and he felt that the momentum of the horse team was really overwhelming. He also followed Li Rusong to fight the Japanese in North Korea, and he also had personal experience of the stoic stubbornness of the Japanese invaders, but today when he saw the crazy momentum of the Jurchen cavalry charging in groups, he was frightened.

What a military appearance! What a majesty! The Jurchen soldiers and horses are too powerful! The Mongols really can't be compared with it. Neither can the Wakos. If you really want to compare, it combines the wild and fierce of the Mongols and the stoic tenacity of the Japanese pirates. Such a formidable opponent was completely different from the enemies that the Ming Dynasty had faced before.

Such an enemy may really be able to shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty in Liaodong.

"Quick... Fast!!! Liu Yang's voice changed tone, and he held the flag and shook it desperately. But now no one cares about his banner at all, and before he has time to raise his shield, he was shot down a bunch of people, and even a dozen Jurchen bannermen who were in the middle of the melee were covered with random arrows. The remaining Jurchen soldiers took the opportunity to push forward and broke through the formation.

With a loud shout, a high-speed sprinting shadow flew up with momentum in front of the crowded crowd, jumped over the swords and guns in the air, and smashed straight into the crowd behind, the momentum was like a tiger descending the mountain! Immediately afterwards, a group of Jurchen bannermen in blue clothes and blue armor also leaped on horseback, and some did not succeed, and were overturned by spears and spears in the air, and fell into the crowd to cause chaos. More screamed and flew past the Ming army's defenses, and rushed to kill with swords.

Liu Yang was stupid, he had never seen such a brave knight, and his soldiers and horses were once known as elite and strong soldiers, but now they were trampled by the enemy like a flock of sheep. Resistance is futile, and the onslaught of the other side cannot be stopped at all. The figures of countless cavalry rushed past him at high speed, and the left and right in front of him were already full of enemies! He woke up suddenly, and just as he was about to make a move, a black shadow swept by, and then he was hit hard in the abdomen!

Liu Yang's body flew up from the chariot and fell straight out more than two feet.

He fell to the ground on all fours, blood pouring out of his mouth and nose uncontrollably, and he turned his head with the last of his strength to look, only to see a vague shadow monster screaming and lunging at him, and a shining iron sickle followed the rider's leaning down to hook between his legs, directly into his crotch.

The hot flesh and blood gutted out, Liu Yang's body was split in two pieces from the crotch of his pants, and the entire thigh and the small half of his body were thrown aside, and the remaining half just squirmed a little, and then there was no sound.

"Oops!!" Seeing Liu Yang die, Liu Shijie's heart also had an awakening. Originally, he didn't expect to be able to stop it, but he just hoped that the front could consume more of the enemy's combat power. After all, there are hundreds of people in front, how can they hold on for an hour. But I didn't expect it to collapse so quickly, the cavalry of the other side was so brave that it didn't look like a human being, and it didn't seem to take his life seriously at all.

The main general of the Tartars personally went out on horse?! it! Lao Tzu is also out of the way!

Liu Shijie knew that this was a critical moment, and he was waiting for this moment. It's a sure thing that you will die here, and if you can pull the master of the Tartars to die together, it will be worth it.

He shouted, "Brothers, victory or defeat is here!" Those who can kill the main general of the Tartars will be rewarded with 10,000 taels of silver!! After speaking, his feet kicked the stirrups, and the war horse screamed violently, and the iron hooves kicked the ground and galloped up. More than 100 elite horsemen of the Ming army behind him let out terrifying strange screams from their mouths, and rushed towards the enemy.

Mang Gurtai saw a group of people rushing from the opposite side, with a swing of the iron rod in his hand, more than 100 bannermen opened their bows and arrows, aimed at Liu Shijie's location, and a rain of arrows flew straight over. But almost at the same time, there was a burst of explosions in the enemy formation on the opposite side, the smoke was connected, and the flames were flashing, which was the three-eyed gun in the hands of the Ming cavalry, and a rain of bullets roared into the air.

Mang Gurtai roared like a demon god, urging the horse to rush violently, but he didn't hit a single shot like a divine help. But there were more than a dozen people around him screaming and rolling to the ground on their backs, apparently hit. Similarly, the Ming army on the opposite side was also in a state of confusion, rolling over twenty or thirty people.

After the Ming army finished fighting the three-eyed gun, he threw it without hesitation, and then shot with a bow and arrow. The two sides got closer and closer in the exchange of bows and arrows, and in the process of falling down, most of the soldiers had abandoned their bows and arrows, and drew their long knives and horses. Finally, two high-speed galloping iron horses collided, and in an instant, people rushed into the horses, swords and swords. Shouts, screams, metal clashes, neighing horses rang out.

Mang Gurtai swung his clubs and struck in the crowd, rampage, swords and spears flew everywhere he passed, and no one was his commander. Suddenly, he saw the main general of the Ming army, a middle-aged man with an iron spear, in the chaotic army. He shouted, like a thunderbolt in mid-air, urging the horse to rush straight over, and the iron rod was raised above his head and aimed at Liu Shijie's head and smashed down.

Liu Shijie had already prepared, he ran his arms together, and the Taihu iron pen and gun were full of ten successes, and one by one he raised fire and burned the sky and violently went out. The knives and sticks hit each other with a loud sound of gold and iron, and Liu Shijie felt that this time it was like smashing into the mountain, and the big gun almost got out of his hand. The war horse took several steps backwards to stop the momentum, and then the tiger's mouth was cracked, and one hand was bloody.

Mang Gurtai was also taken aback, this was the first time he had met an opponent who could catch his own move, which showed that this person was not an idle person, and it seemed that this Ming General was a guy with real skills. But it also aroused his ferocity, and he turned his horse's head and pounced again with his iron rod.

Liu Shijie took the reins back with the reins, and summoned up the courage and iron spear to slam the door of Mang Gurtai, and his movements were fast and sharp. As the chief general of this army, his martial arts are also the strongest among them, and the Ming army may be at a disadvantage in the battle of the army, but when it comes to heads-up, he Liu Shijie has never been afraid of anyone.

Mang Gurtai laughed wildly and said that it was very good, Liu Shijie suddenly changed his trick halfway, and when he retreated, the other party was empty. Zhou Yunping pushed the gun, and the tip of the bright gun was lightning straight at the enemy general's chest. Mang Gurtai was not in a hurry, and the iron rod that had been raised by inertia suddenly pressed down at high speed on the way up, accurately sealing the tip of the attacking gun......

The two horses circled and fought fiercely.

At this time, a large group of Jurchen bannermen had surrounded them from all directions, and although the Ming soldiers resisted desperately, the scale was getting smaller and smaller, and the dead bodies were piled up on the ground, most of which were the corpses of the Ming army. In addition, a large number of Jurchen bannermen shouted and rushed through the battlefield to the back. Smoke and fire lit up at the banner of the Chinese army behind the mountain, and I don't know what happened.

Liu Shijie fought fiercely for more than 20 rounds, and his tired arm was sore. The other party is so brave that every impact of the weapon shocks him as if his arm is about to break, and the martial arts of this Tartar general are also amazing, the iron rod in his hand dances like a black mist, and he has no power to fight back at all.

This Tartar is so powerful in martial arts, it is hard to imagine that such a barbarian has such a martial arts master.

Manggutai also didn't want to delay his work any longer, and the enemy's tenacity was beyond his imagination, and he could still hold out for so long under the impact of his superior forces. But when he saw the smoke in the back mountain, an inexplicable excitement filled his nerves, could it be that they had succeeded in moral character?! His eyes were suddenly bloodshot, and he suddenly screamed, the green tendons on his head burst out, the bones of his body exploded, and the muscles of his two arms thickened out of thin air, and the sleeves of his clothes were full at once.

The iron rod turned into a vague shadow that flashed quickly, and smashed it towards the enemy general, the speed was suddenly twice as fast as just now, and the sound of wind and thunder was hidden in the wind it brought up.

Liu Shijie didn't expect the enemy general to become so powerful all of a sudden, and he was caught off guard, just when the two horses took a look at each other, it was too late to hide, and the gun was crossed, and the iron rod was smashing on the barrel of the gun.

Liu Shijie's gun barrel was iron-cladned, and the smashed sparks shot in all directions, and then with a click, it was broken into two from the middle. He opened the door wide, and he almost fell off his horse in shock, but fortunately, the war horse was human, and he turned around and ran out for more than twenty steps before he could stand on his feet. He couldn't lift either of his arms, and he barely believed his eyes when he looked at the enemy general. At this time, Mang Gurtai had a hideous face, and his eyes were blood-red, as if a god had descended into the world.

He just saved his strength?! Could this be his true power?

However, he didn't have time to think about it, Mang Gurtai's body was long, and he actually flew up from the saddle more than a zhang high, and the armor covered with dozens of catties on his body seemed to have no effect on him at all, he flew like a tiger pounced on food and flew from the sky at a distance of more than ten steps, and the iron rod fell head-on.

As soon as Liu Shijie looked up, he already felt the strong wind pressure. I didn't expect a strong man with a tiger's back to become so athletic, and it was too late to flash...... He gritted his teeth, put the tip of his tongue on his teeth, lifted his breath violently, and the strength of his whole body penetrated his arms, and the two severed guns in his hands crossed to meet him.

Then there was the neighing of a war horse and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and Liu Shijie's two arms were shattered and collapsed to the ground like mud. He gulped out blood, and was obviously only one step away from the ghost gate.

"You're a man, but it's a pity that you voted for the wrong master. Look at it, your Jingluo surnamed Yang has no way out. Mang Gurtai pointed to the back mountain, Liu Shijie glanced back with difficulty, and a trace of indescribable bitterness and relief flashed on his face, as if he knew that his limit had come and he was open to everything......

The battle lasted until dark, and there were more than 200 casualties in the Blue Banner; The more than 1,000 soldiers and horses of the Ming army were all wiped out, none of them surrendered or fled, and all of them died on the battlefield......

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