The number of Salars is still increasing, women, old people and half-grown children have also picked up the most primitive weapons and joined the battle against the Xining army, especially after some people found that Han Feng fell to the ground and did not wake up, thinking that it was caused by Ma Youshui and their beating and mutilation, and the offensive became more ferocious, only in terms of numbers, this was a one-sided battle.

The Salar are several times larger than the Xining army, and there is a steady stream of reinforcements, while the Xining army has only a few dozen people, and one less casualty is one.

After a fierce battle for more than half an hour, the Xining army suffered four or five casualties, the original queue gradually became loose, and the Salars almost broke into the Xining army's formation several times, but were all stubbornly killed back by the Xining army.

Once the Salars intervene, the Xining army will be attacked on their backs.

Ma Youshui saw that the situation was not good, and his brain was running at high speed, for today's plan, he had to break through and leave first, even if he was embarrassed, he would go back first, but what about the casualties in the formation? He was in a dilemma for a while, if he wanted to break through, it would be absolutely difficult to take the casualties with his soldiers.

Finding that the Xining army was going to retreat, the Salar people naturally refused to rest, they had killed so many people, if they let the Xining army escape, wouldn't their own people have been killed or injured in vain?

Ma Youshui gritted his teeth, the dead brothers couldn't take care of it for the time being, or rescue the surviving soldiers first, as for the injured brothers, take away as much as possible, he turned the direction of the triangle formation slightly, a vertex facing forward, equivalent to the "arrow" formation in the cavalry charge, and the soldiers on the side behind the triangle mainly bear the task of breaking the back.

Since the Salars can't kill for the time being, they don't aim to kill, and the soldiers on each side, when fighting together, half of the soldiers attack, and half of the soldiers at intervals defend in an all-round way, this balanced tactic, although the enemy is killed less, but their own casualties are also significantly reduced.

The triangular formation of the Xining army slowly moved outside the village in a neat form, but the battle was still stalemate, and the Salars still surrounded them.

After another half an hour, Ma Youshui and they had already come out of the last Zhuangzi, and in front of them was the plain, but the Salar people entangled them to the death, although the casualties were very large, but the Salar people did not seem to be afraid of death, and I don't know if Agre would give them a bereavement pension after their casualties.

It was almost noon, and after a never-ending fierce battle in the middle of the morning, the soldiers of the Xining army were already extremely tired, and if they could not break out of the encirclement again, even if they would not die in battle, they would be exhausted to death under the repeated attacks of the Salars.

Ma Youshui was anxious, he couldn't take care of the wounded soldiers at this time, this was the hardest battle he had ever experienced, and it was also the hardest battle since he entered Xining, these damn Salar people were simply born warriors, they were obviously ordinary people.

Could it be that the soldiers who had worked so hard to train themselves were defeated in the hands of a rabble?

Ma Youshui was unwilling to do so, but the situation did not develop in the direction he hoped for, maybe in another half an hour......

He was scared into a cold sweat, at this moment of life and death, only to fight, it doesn't matter if he dies himself, he can't affect the brothers, they still have parents, wives and children, they must live well.

Under the cover of the two soldiers on the left and right, Ma Youshui cut down the Salar people in front of him with a knife, and while he was panting, he shouted in his mouth: "Brothers, our people are in front, maybe they have already discovered that we are fighting, now we have only one way, get closer to them, rush, kill!" ”

"Rush!"

"Kill!"

……

Although the soldiers were extremely tired, they still struggled to shout slogans under the leadership of Ma Youshui.

Every slogan is not only an encouragement to peers, but also the greatest encouragement to oneself.

Ma Youshui saw that the soldiers were gradually scattering as the runners gradually dispersed, and he was anxious and shouted: "Keep in formation, and don't mess up until you break out of the encirclement!" ”

The Salars who stood in front of them, under the fierce offensive of the Xining army, retreated to both sides, and after attacking for such a long time, they were also extremely tired, their legs and feet were as if they were filled with lead, and their arms were sore, and they just mechanically waved the iron and wooden weapons in their hands to the Xining army.

Ma Youshui saw that the Salars in front of him were loosening, and he was not willing to let go of such an opportunity, he shouted: "Brothers, the Salars are defeated, kill, kill, kill!" ”

After three consecutive "kill" words, Ma Youshui finally spit out a bad breath, and the battle lasted for nearly two hours, and he saw the hope of breaking through for the first time.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers shouted, and suddenly, as if possessed by God, they struck much faster, and the Salars who stood in front of them were cut down to the ground.

There was a huge opening in front, the opportunity could not be lost, the time would not come, Ma Youshui left a few personal soldiers, personally commanded the break, the soldiers took out the strength to eat, only to get rid of the pursuit of the Salars.

Although Ma Youshui escaped, when he was broken, he ate the secret loss of the Salars, and two cuts were made on his right arm, fortunately there was a cotton coat and armor protection, and the wound was not deep, but it had oozed red blood.

After escaping more than ten miles away, the soldiers wrapped Ma Youshui's wounds, Ma Youshui raised his distracted eyes, and looked back, in the distance, the Salar people had long since disappeared.

But the soul of Ma Youshui seemed to have been lost in the Salar station, and he stood in place, his eyelids unblinking, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of gloomy coldness, a hundred times colder than the cold wind of the field.

"Adult ......"

The call of the soldiers made Ma Youshui sober up a little, "Tell the brothers, rest on the spot, eat some dry food, drink some water, and set off in half an hour, it is not safe here." ”

"Yes, sir!"

When the personal soldiers went to convey the order, Ma Youshui secretly counted the number of soldiers, twenty-six, including himself, that is, nine soldiers were killed and wounded, and the Salars died so much, even if there were wounded brothers behind, it should be ...... It should have been killed by the Salars, these brothers...... It was because of his own rashness that he lost his life.

Ma Youshui sighed, his heart was panicked, although he was hungry and unbearable in his stomach, he didn't have the slightest appetite, and he didn't even bother to drink water.

This was the biggest casualty since Li Zicheng started the incident in Xining, and even when he attacked Xining, there were not so many casualties.

"My lord, do you want to eat some dry food? Still have a long way to go? The soldiers opened the cloth bag and brought the dry rations.

Ma Youshui shook his head slowly, the brothers who stayed in the Salar garrison lost the opportunity to eat dry food forever, their casualties were entirely due to his own fault, how could he eat? He took the water bag from the hands of his own soldiers, unscrewed the lid, poured the water in the bag on the ground, and silently muttered in his heart: Brothers, I'm sorry, I have replaced wine with water and made amends to you.

The clear water in the bag has long dried up, and there is not a drop left, Ma Youshui is still holding the water bag blankly, as if it is a bag of long flowing water.

"My lord, when the time comes, do you want to move forward?"

"Well," Ma Youshui nodded slightly, raised his head suddenly, his eyes suddenly stared to the limit, and his eyes were about to split, "Go, go back!" ”

When he returned to Sanchuan Mansion, it was already completely dark, and Ma Youshui changed a few heralds: "Set off immediately, notify the garrisons everywhere, except for the watershed, tomorrow at noon, all the soldiers must rush to Sanchuan Mansion, those who are late, kill!" ”

"Yes, sir!"

After the herald left, the personal soldier reminded: "My lord, all the soldiers from all over the country are concentrated in Sanchuan, in case ......"

"There is no contingency, the twenty soldiers on the watershed are still there, it is difficult for the guard post to go north to cross the hole, and the thieves in Shaanxi have no movement, and they will not cross the Yellow River for a while."

"What happened here, do you want to report it to Lord Qianhe?"

"Tomorrow at noon, after my army sets off, I will immediately report to Lord Qianhu," Ma Youshui gritted his teeth and said: "Fighting for the punishment of the lord, I will also take down the Salar people first and avenge the dead brothers!" ”

After Ma Youshui had eaten dinner, he turned off the light and went to bed to rest, and he couldn't sleep for a while, and sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, thinking a lot, until the time of the war, he fell into a deep sleep.

After dawn, the sergeants of Ledu rushed to Sanchuan, and then the soldiers stationed in Zhuanglang also arrived the first time, and all morning, the people in the training ground of Sanchuan County neighed and barked, and Ma Youshui stayed in the barracks and refused to come out.

It wasn't until after lunch that he came to the training ground, ten general flags, standing in ten columns, standing tightly in the breeze, the training ground was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, and the small flag officers of each general flag officer had already known what happened yesterday, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe, lest it touch Ma Youshui's moldy head.

Ma Youshui first glanced at all the queues, and then said fiercely: "Brothers, all the Salar people are soldiers, they raided yesterday and killed our brothers, I only have one request for you: blood debt and blood repayment, the slogan is only one word: kill, whoever is soft-hearted, regardless of officers and soldiers, Lao Tzu slaughtered him first!" ”

"Kill!"

Uniformly, shouting and killing all day, the voices of hundreds of people, converging into a symphony of war and killing, if God hears it, for the righteous slaughter, he will definitely choose to forgive.

With the blood of the brothers, before the war, there was no need for any more operatives, and the anger of the soldiers had long been ignited by yesterday's blood. Ma Youshui's foul mouth just added fuel to the fire, so that the morale that was already in excitement had a thin outlet.

The queue that had not moved at all just now was slightly agitated because the soldiers were gearing up.

Ma Youshui waited for the voice to fall, and simply explained the combat mission to several chief flag officers, and the army began to set off for Jishi County.

The soldiers ran south, for nearly two hours, and when the sun was on the mountainside, they came to the first Agre of the Salars, Baizhuang.

What discouraged Ma Youshui was that near Baizhuang, there were no Salar people to be seen, and compared with yesterday's crowds, today suddenly quieted down, making people suddenly feel that they had lost their opponents.