Khurhan was still worried about the Bukui people's conspiracy, but after fighting, he realized that his worries were completely unnecessary. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Not only did the Bukui people not carry short guns and crossbow arrows, but they were really only half as many as they were.

They really dare to fight two by one.

However, after fighting for a long time, Huerhan found that he had been fooled again.

The Bukui people did not fight two by one, but by three against one.

They always work in groups of three, concentrate on one and then immediately go to the other.

Can this be counted as one to two?

Khurhan didn't have much time to settle accounts, and now that he had discovered the secret, it was too late.

can become a commander of thousands of people, naturally because he is more courageous than others.

Today, however, Khurhan finds that his bravery seems to be of little use. So far, he has not even killed a single enemy.

This made Khurhan feel ashamed. If you can't even kill an enemy, how can you give orders to your opponent in the future?

What made him even more depressed was that it was no longer useful for him to give orders now. The warriors under his command no longer obey his command.

He knew that his men were not to blame. It's not that they don't want to listen to their own commands, but that the other party doesn't let their subordinates listen to their commands.

Once again, Khurhan looked at the landing site, where there was no movement. More than 2,000 people there will not all be killed, right? Why don't you rush over and get revenge?

If they had come at this time, there would still have been hope that they would have killed all of them.

Khurhan looked at Morithu again, and it was the same situation as his own, which was also a scuffle.

McKayman, what the hell are you doing there? Why didn't you rush in for reinforcements?

Khurhan looked at the landing site again, and saw a sight that made him desperate.

There were already some people who were moving there, but instead of rushing here, they went down the river and withdrew in the direction of the east of the river.

These shameless villains, they ran away.

We were abandoned by McKayman. Abandoned by the despicable, money-hungry McKay man.

This bastard McKayman, in his eyes, only has his own money!

Since the Bukui people began to ask for tribute, the peaceful days on the steppe have ended.

The Bukui people constantly came to harass them, and whenever they were at their most nervous, they had to throw away their cattle and sheep and organize themselves to fight against the Bukui people.

Spices were embargoed, artisans were taken away, slaves disappeared, and things could not be sold. Everything is expensive.

The livelihood of the people is becoming more and more difficult day by day, but Mackaman and his people are making more and more money.

That's it, when McKayman summoned them to war, they all came. Now, while they were desperate for McKayman, McKayman abandoned them and ran away on his own.

A sense of powerlessness hit him, and Khurhan felt infinite sorrow.

He thought of surrendering, but also of running away, but, the pride and honor of the warriors, did not allow him to do so. If he did, he would never be able to hold his head up again on the steppe in the future.

Once again, Khulhan's eyes fell on the yellow hair.

It turned out that there were three of them, and now there are two left.

However, these two people have been approaching themselves. In just a while, the two of them joined forces and killed three people.

Khurhan knew that their goal was themselves.

It's time for this to end.

The screams of people, the shouts of men, the neighing of horses, the clanging of sabers, were intertwined.

The dust stirred up by the horses' hooves on the ground filled the air.

Ni Er and Huang Mao's two horses were next to each other, as if they were borrowing from each other, so that they would not fall.

Huang Mao's face was slashed, and the flesh was turned over and still bleeding. The left shoulder was slashed, and the arm was no longer so flexible.

Ni Er was stabbed in the shoulder again, and he was also gurgling and bleeding.

"Ni Er, how many have you killed at this time?"

Yellow Fur doesn't seem to remember how many he killed.

"Four."

"How many are you going to do in front?"

"Four."

"If you kill one more, won't you be able to bring out the Black Tower?"

"Yes, one fights three."

"There are five people next to that guy, I can't move anymore, can we still kill the two brothers?"

"Even if it's fifty, you'll have to kill it."

"So what are you waiting for? Walk! ”

"Let's go!"

The two of them drove their horses forward. Collided with the five horsemen beside Hulhan.

Ni Er slashed the face of the guy recently, and when he was about to see how Huang Mao was, he saw a scene that surprised him. 、

Huang Mao is no longer riding on a horse, but squatting on a horse. Just when Ni Er was surprised why he was like this, he saw Huang Mao jump up from his horse, step on the shoulders of a tribal warrior, and pounce on Huerhan, who was in the circle. At once he embraced Hurhan and dragged him off his horse, and the two rolled together on the ground.

Ni Er and several tribal warriors next to him were all stunned, and they all stopped attacking, got out of the way, and watched the two of them rolling around on the ground.

After a while, the two of them stopped moving.

One man got up, it was Khurhan. In his chest, a dagger was inserted, and only one handle was exposed.

"Darba, don't fight down, tell the children to go home. I command you to surrender. ”

"Commander?"

"Surrender!"

Khurhan let out an earth-shattering howl, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He did use all his strength, and as soon as he shouted surrender, he fell to the ground with a bang.

It seemed like it was just a moment, and all the fighting on the field stopped.

The steppe cavalry, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time, some put down their sabers, and some turned their horses to flee the battlefield.

The Darbars threw down their sabers and dismounted.

Although Ni Er didn't throw down the knife, he also dismounted.

"Yellow hair, yellow hair!" Ni Er went to shake Huang Mao's body.

"Ni Er, you lighten up, I'm not dead yet, help me up."

Ni Er helped Huang Mao up, Huang Mao staggered to the ground, and with Ni Er's support, he barely stood still.

He also had a dagger stuck in his chest.

"Is he dead?"

Huang Mao's voice was weak, but it was still audible.

"Dead, they surrendered, we won."

Ni Er unconsciously burst into tears.

Jia Lian brought someone over.

"Ni Er, carry me on the horse, I can't go up by myself."

Jia Yun also came over and helped Ni Er carry Huang Mao on the horse.

As if he had exhausted all his life's strength, Huang Mao straightened up on the horse, and his right hand was slowly raised to his forehead.

"Report to Battalion Commander Jia, Ni Er, Heita, and Huangmao Combat Group, kill nine enemies, kill three at a time, and complete the task. Please tell Chief Min, I didn't disgrace him, I didn't disgrace Jiafu, I didn't disgrace the army of Jiafu, long live my emperor and ....... ”

I couldn't support it anymore, so I lay on my horse and died as a martyr.

Jia Lian's tears burst out of his eyes.

"Battalion Commander Jia."

Darba's voice remembered.

"Darba, is that you? We meet again. ”

Jia Lian has also fought with Darba before.

"We surrendered."

"Alas, if you knew this, why should you be so obsessed. Forget it, take all of you back and live a good life from now on. He's Khurhan, right? Take him back with you, too. ”

The men of Darba lifted Khurhan up and put him on his horse, and led the horse away.

As Darba walked, he muttered in his heart: These Bukui people are not trustworthy at all, and they have said that they will fight two of them. The battle changed again, and the three fought one.

"Jia Qiang."

"Here!"

"Pass my orders, count the casualties, treat the wounded, and clean up the battlefield."

"Yes."

A horse galloped, and Qin Zhong got off the horse.

"Report to Battalion Commander Jia, the battle of the second battalion is over, and the remnants of the enemy have fled. They were heading to the Red Rock Beach landing site. ”

Jia Lian stepped on his horse and raised his saber high.

"Sons of Jiafu, we won, long live my emperor, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

Neat shouts rang out everywhere.

"The first company left the aftermath, the second company and the third company went to Red Rock Beach with me, the second battalion has already gone, McKayman is ours, and they can't be asked to arrest him. Follow me! ”

Two and three companies mounted their horses one after another, howling and killing at the red rock beach.

When Jia Lian arrived, Feng Zijing had just arrived.

However, there was no fighting here, except for the people of the government corps, not a single Mailai person was seen.

"What about people?"

"Second Brother Lian, you're late. However, don't be disappointed, when I came, I didn't see anyone either, and the old boy McKayman had already slipped away. No one has earned this credit, so let's settle it. ”

"Second battalion commander, you don't pay attention to it. The battle over there is over, and you don't go to reinforce me, but you run here to grab credit. ”

"Battalion Commander Jia, I can fight two on my side, but you can't on your side? I'm not worried at all. Save me from going, you can't hold it on your face, and when the time comes, I won't do this thankless job when you say I'm nosy. ”

"Hehe, each other. Hey? That's the chief of staff over there, right? ”

"Probably right? The battle is over, and the theater should be over. ”

"They're going to the baggage team, let's go too."

"Okay, let's go! McKayman, the old boy, told us to run for nothing. ”

Feng Ziying led the thousand-sized commanders and centurions of the Kadeer, Damulo and Khaki tribes, and had already checked the baggage of the first and second battalions.

Long guns, short guns, bows and arrows, and crossbow arrows were thrown on the ground, and dozens of Franc machine guns were neatly arranged in two rows. Next to it, there are stacks of gunpowder packets, flowering bullets, and projectiles.

"To tell you these things is to tell you. Fight with them not because we have no ammunition, but to show you that even if we fight with a saber, we can defeat both of them at once. ”

Looking at Kader and the others again, they were all full of embarrassment.

McKayman rode alone and frantically towards his home.

When Khurhan and Morithu were fighting with the Bukui, he wanted reinforcements, but no one listened to him anymore, and those who were not killed ran away.

In the end, he was the only one left, so he had to go home.

He knew that he had lost this battle completely, but it didn't matter. It's just the poor ghosts who are dead.

Before he came, he had already made two preparations, and asked the family to pack up all the valuable things. As long as the situation is not right, you can immediately flee to the North Ventura. As long as you have money in your hands, you can still enjoy glory and wealth when you get there.

Arriving at the yurt, Mackay dismounted.

"Come out quickly, let's go immediately, the Bukui people will come when it's late."

A man came out of the yurt and walked slowly towards McKayman.

"McKayman, we're already here, introduce myself, I'm ......."

"No introduction."

McKayman didn't want to hear him introduce himself.

Aren't you the damn Wei Ruoshui of the owl detachment? I thought I didn't know you!