751 Fight to the Death

[Today's chapter is presented, at the end of the month, I ask for subscription, this month's subscription has dropped dramatically! ] Lao Yun is sad! 】

As his corporal slaughtered forward, blocking the pursuing Qing soldiers, Li Ziwu casually grabbed a henchman.

"Zhang Ling!"

"General."

Zhang Ling, who was originally red-eyed and roaring, ready to rush up and fight for his life with the Qing soldiers, was stopped by Li Ziwu at this time and asked suspiciously.

"You take a few people and fetch a bucket of oil that we left in the two houses in the back, and stay here.

Bring some furniture and wooden planks to block the streets and alleys, and once we find that the Qing soldiers have broken through us, we will kill them.

You immediately pour the oil on the streets and light it to stop the advance of the Qing army and buy the last time.

The same is true for two other streets. I've already sent someone to ask for help, and I must wait until the lord's reinforcements arrive. ”

Li Ziwu said in a deep voice to his subordinates.

Li Ziwu led the last of these soldiers to kill the Qing soldiers this time, and he already had the heart of death, so he simply shortened his last retreat.

Because, their retreat is the way forward for the Qing soldiers.

"General, you leave this task to someone else to do, and your subordinates will kill the Tartars with you."

Zhang Ling argued loudly, the old man with bulging tendons on his neck was emotional.

Syllable!

Hearing Zhang Ling's argument, Li Ziwu slapped him hard and roared angrily: "Zhang Ling, you are still not the general of the White Dragon Army, obeying orders is the first criterion." You forgot! ”

"Yes, obey the command, and never let the Tartars pass."

In the end, Zhang Ling straightened his chest and roared loudly, his face was sad, and his eyes were outflowing.

"What are you crying about, look at you like this, like a, get out of here."

Li Ziwu kicked Zhang Ling and scolded.

"Take care, General."

In the end, Zhang Ling gave Li Ziwu a fist salute, turned around and left with five militiamen.

Watching Zhang Ling leave, Li Ziwu turned around and looked at the White Dragon soldiers and militiamen who were already fighting with the Qing soldiers near the entrance of the street and alley in front of him, and his face turned cold.

"Dog Tartar, your Grandpa Li is here, kill!"

Li Ziwu laughed cruelly, led the horse chopping knife, and also killed it.

Li Ziwu and other more than 500 Bailong soldiers and militiamen blocked thousands of Qing soldiers, but fortunately, this is the streets and alleys of the city, and the numerical advantage of Qing soldiers has been greatly curbed.

This made Li Ziwu, the remnants of the soldiers who had the heart of death, really blocked the imposing Qing soldiers again.

But for this, they paid the price of blood and lives.

At the mouth of the streets and alleys, on the ruins burned by the fire, the white dragon soldiers and militiamen fought with the Qing soldiers one by one, all with red eyes, like crazy demons.

Poof!

A Qing soldier stabbed the spear in his hand into the abdomen of a white dragon sergeant in front of him, stirring it vigorously, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

In the eyes of this Qing soldier, the enemy soldier in front of him will definitely die, and the other party's life will become a merit for him.

"Die."

With a cruel look on his face, this Tartar warrior looked at the white dragon soldier in front of him who was stabbed into his body with a spear, and said in Tartar language.

At the same time, the barrel of the gun he clenched was still twisting vigorously, stirring up the intestines of the white dragon sergeant.

The white dragon soldier let out a scream of pain, but to the ears of this Tartar soldier, it was like a beautiful music, this was the music of his victory, and he enjoyed the moment very much.

"Dog Tartar, even if Lao Tzu is dead, he will pull you on his back."

The white dragon sergeant on the other side gritted his teeth in pain at this time, squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, and his hands clenched the barrel of the gun that stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Ahh

Then, the white dragon sergeant suddenly roared, and his body rushed forward, and the sharp spear head pierced his body directly, piercing him from behind.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, he was able to rush to the Tartar soldier in front of him, and under the frightened gaze of the Tartar soldier, he hugged him at once.

Then, the White Dragon Sergeant grinned and showed a cruel smile, a smile that was like the smile of a hellish demon in the eyes of the Tartar soldier at this time.

"Ahh

Immediately, another terrible scream was heard, but this time it was from the Tartar armour.

Because, at this time, the white dragon soldier was hugging him, lying his head on his neck, and biting the neck of this Tartar soldier with his teeth.

"Damn, let go, let go! Ahh ”

The Tartar soldier yelled in pain, but the white dragon soldier bit his neck and didn't let go.

Poof, poof!

The Tartar soldier was frightened, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it frantically at the white dragon soldier who was holding him.

This white dragon sergeant didn't know how many more stabs he had been stabbed by the Tartar, he felt that the last bit of strength in his body was drained, and his body was pushed away by the Tartar.

But he had a smile on his face, for as he was pushed away, he also used his teeth to bite down on a large piece of flesh on the Tartar's neck, and felt the fishy smell coming from his mouth, which was the smell of the enemy's blood.

Peng!

The white dragon sergeant fell straight down, lying in a pool of blood, his vision gradually blurred, and finally muttered, "Really...... Delicious! ”

"Ahhh

But his opponent was still screaming at this time.

The Tartar soldier covered his neck with his hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out like a spring, and his main artery was bitten off by the white dragon soldier.

Such an injury is also a mortal injury.

It didn't take long for the Tartar warrior to fall in a pool of blood, right next to the corpse of the white dragon sergeant.

The other half, a badly wounded militiaman, rushed over and hugged a Tartar soldier before he died, and both of them threw themselves into a house that was still burning on the side.

"Ahh

Moments later, a burning man screamed and rushed out of it, leaving a charred corpse inside.

In other directions, there were more White Dragon soldiers and militiamen, who frantically attacked the Qing soldiers, and even gave up the defense altogether.

As long as they can slash an enemy and stab an enemy to death, they don't care whether they are injured or not, they are completely exchanging injuries for injuries, fighting for their lives, and they are not afraid of death.

Those Qing soldiers were equally brave, but they were afraid at this time, and it was strange not to be afraid of these enemies who were fighting to the death.

After all, these Qing soldiers don't want to trade their lives with the defeated enemy in front of them, because it's really not worth it.

These enemies in front of you can slowly grind them to death, so why bother to be tough with them and give them the last chance to fight back to the death.

The Tartars also spare their lives, they are not stupid, and they don't want to die.

Therefore, the Qing soldiers, who had an absolute advantage in numbers, were beaten back by Li Ziwu's counterattack here.

"Kill!"

Li Ziwu covered the wound under his ribs with one hand, raised the long knife with the other, roared, and led a group of remnants behind him to chase after the Qing soldiers.

In fact, Li Ziwu saw that the soldiers around him were basically all wounded, and at this time, they were all fighting to the death with the enemy with one breath.

This anger cannot be discharged, and at this time, they can only move forward and kill the past, and they cannot retreat.

Even if they retreat, their wounded soldiers will soon lose their combat effectiveness, and when the time comes, they will be basically useless in this battle.

Rather than this, it is better to take advantage of the fact that the soldiers are all red-eyed at this time, and with their last breath, chase the enemy and kill them.

In this battle, they didn't want to survive at all, for their own side, this battle does not need living people, let alone wounded soldiers.

They only have one goal, and that is to kill and kill until the last man falls.

"Crazy, these people are crazy."

Duoduo, who was standing behind and watching the battle, was trembling with his hands on his horse and his voice trembling.

In fact, the battle between the white dragon soldiers and the militia in front of him, who were like crazy demons, brought him too much shock, no, it was horror.

Dodor had never seen such an army, an army that fought to the death.

The Ming soldiers they had encountered before were just a joke compared to the mad demon soldiers in front of them.

An army that has given birth to a military soul will have its combat effectiveness soaring exponentially, and this has nothing to do with combat skills, weapons and equipment, but a belief.

In fact, what Duoduo didn't know was that there were actually less than a hundred people in the mad demon army in front of him, who were white dragon soldiers, and the rest were more militiamen.

A few days ago, they were still ordinary people, but at this time, they turned into demons, rushing forward without fear of death, and blocking the Qing soldiers with their flesh and blood.

On the one hand, because of the exemplary role of the soldiers of the White Dragon Army, on the other hand, it is their belief in protecting their families that supports them.

When people are in a desperate situation, they will burst out with shocking energy.

"Don't retreat, rush forward."

The more frightened Duoduo became, the more he refused to allow the Qing soldiers in front of him to withdraw, and roared loudly.

"When have my Qing warriors been afraid, this king will never allow it, they are just a group of wounded soldiers and remnants, they are not allowed to retreat, go up and kill them."

Duoduo roared sharply, allowing the Qing soldiers behind him to rush forward.

"Kill!"

Li Ziwu and other White Dragon soldiers and militiamen, fighting so far, there are less than 300 people left, almost all of them are wounded, but they have pressed the Qing soldiers and repelled them.

It wasn't until more Qing soldiers poured in at the roar of Duoduo that the Tartars' retreat stopped.

Dangdang, poof, poof!

In the streets and alleys of the city, or in the people's rooms where the fire has been extinguished, more Qing soldiers and Bailong soldiers and militiamen are fighting together, and even scuffling together.

Because many of the surrounding houses and houses were burned down, it became faster and more spacious, and the area where soldiers on both sides could fight became larger.

"Rush up, kill them all, leave not one behind, kill!"

Duoduo roared from behind, trying to hide his fear with his roar.

Just now, Duoduo looked at the white dragon soldiers and militiamen in front of him who were like mad demons, begging for the death to fight, and his heart was really trembling and frightened.

Duoduo thought that if every officer or soldier or common man of the Ming court would resist them like this.

With their entire clan, which is only about 200,000 people, how can they eat the entire Ming Dynasty.

However, when they thought that when they met the officers and soldiers of the Ming Court or the people, they were not like this at all, and the officers and soldiers or the people of the Ming Court at that time were completely like a flock of sheep.

They will only kneel and beg for mercy, even if they put a knife on their necks, there are not many who really dare to resist.

After thinking about it, Duoduo still blamed Li Zixiao and the White Dragon Army for the great changes in the White Dragon Army and the militia.

Therefore, at this time, Dolgon finally understood why Dolgon was so jealous of Li Zixiao and wanted to kill Li Zixiao so much.

In the past, Duoduo wanted to kill Li Zixiao completely because Li Zixiao had captured him and hated Li Zixiao, which was different from Dorgon's overall considerations.

And at this moment, Duoduo was frightened by Li Ziwu's group of White Dragon soldiers and the militia's death-seeking battle, which also woke him up and made him figure it out.

"Li Zixiao must die, and the White Snake Army must be destroyed. Otherwise, it will be difficult for me to have a chance to enter the Central Plains! ”

At this moment, Duoduo did not consider personal vendetta, and he really stood from the perspective of the overall situation of the Tartar clan, and was even more convinced that Li Zixiao must be killed this time.

"If you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid it will be difficult to kill Li Zixiao in the future." Duoduo thought to himself.

"Listen to the king, kill an enemy, reward three slaves, ten taels of silver, and kill them all for the king."

At this time, in order to solve the remnant enemy of Li Ziwu in front of him as soon as possible, Duoduo also made a bloody effort and shouted loudly.

"Prince Chitose, kill, kill, kill!"

Sure enough, Duoduo's shouts and rich rewards immediately stimulated the Tartar soldiers in front, and one by one their morale was high, and they roared angrily.

"The prince of the dog tartars? Hey, let Lao Tzu find you. ”

Li Ziwu also heard Duoduo's shouting, and immediately found Duoduo's location, and on his bloodstained face, he showed a cruel smile and whispered.

"Dakou, Scar, take someone with Ben in the future, let's kill the Tartar prince."

Li Ziwu slashed over a Tartar soldier with a knife, and shouted loudly at the few White Dragon Army soldiers closest to him.

Immediately, Li Ziwu grabbed the handle of the horse chopping knife with both hands and slashed towards Duoduo's side.

"Kill!"

A Tartar soldier in front tried to block him, but the spear stabbed over, but Li Ziwu dodged with a nimble turn, and slashed down with a knife in both hands.

A knife first cut off the spear shaft in the Tartar's hand, and then cut it with a close-range slashing knife, and the sharp blade cut a crack in the Tartar's head.

After killing the Tartar soldier who was blocking the way, Li Ziwu didn't say a word and continued to kill towards Duoduo.

"Go with the general to kill the dog Tartar prince, brothers, go!"

And following behind Li Ziwu, five or six soldiers of the White Dragon Army also heard Li Ziwu's shout, and after each of them eliminated their opponents, they greeted and followed Li Ziwu to kill him.

Poof, poof!

Li Ziwu and the others, a total of seven people, were like a bamboo, and they killed more than a dozen Tartar soldiers in a row, and they actually fought more than ten meters forward, getting closer and closer to Duoduo's side.

At this time, Duoduo finally discovered Li Ziwu, an elite White Dragon Army, from the battlefield where battles were taking place everywhere in front of him.

"Coming for this king?"

Moreover, when Duoduo found that these people seemed to be coming for him, he couldn't help but sneer on his lips.

"Habayi, take your people, go and kill those enemy soldiers, remember to capture the general in silver and white armor alive."

Duoduo recognized Li Ziwu as the commander of the White Dragon Army through the fine armor he was wearing, and ordered to a Tartar behind him.

"Wow, the slave obeys."

The tartar got his share of the knees and answered.

(End of chapter)