"What Ming Army?" Xu Ensheng shouted: "Where did it come from? ”

Before entering this small cottage, Zuo's army sent people to investigate nearby, except for the rout army all over the mountain, no trace of the Ming army was found, and they came after confirming their safety, why didn't they stay long before the Ming army came?

"I don't know where the Ming army is, they came from the other side of the mountain, they are all white-armored soldiers, they are violent, they look white from a distance, there are many people, General Chang has already led the Dragon and Tiger Battalion to fight!" The soldier who reported the news looked anxious, and his eyes were full of surprise.

Zhang Yingxiang and Xu Ensheng drew a knife and a gun, arched their hands to Zuo Mengeng, and said: "Please take the marshal here, and I will go to Changdeng!" ”

Zuo Mengeng sweated and arched his hand: "The two generals should be careful!" ”

The two of them turned around with blue faces, Zuo Mengeng turned around the room twice, listening to the voices outside the door for a while, and some of the generals in the army were shouting: "Formation!" Formation! Hug the Solidarity Formation! Someone else scolded angrily: "Don't run!" Run your mother's legs! ”

He couldn't sit still, got up and lifted his legs, and went out the door.

There are already hundreds of soldiers in the barracks gathered outside the door, protecting this house, seeing them, Zuo Mengeng's heart is relieved, these pro-soldiers are all the seeds of the family left by Zuo Liangyu, all of them are veterans who have run through most of China, and the scars on each person's body can be scareless to death The group of cowardly Bao Ming troops in the south, with them, it is enough to resist thousands of enemy troops.

Standing outside the house, the shouts of killing from all directions were clearer, but if you distinguish them carefully, you can hear that the fighting is mainly coming from a mountain beam in the south.

Zuo Mengeng raised his eyes, his pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes narrowed like a frightened beast, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

As far as the eye can see, on the mountain beam in the distance, a stream of white figures like an avalanche rolling down, the rugged mountain and dense forests, these white figures do not seem to have any obstruction effect, it seems that the mountain beam that the ape does not climb, under their feet like walking on the ground, rushing down like a flood, smashed into the Qing army column halfway up the mountainside.

On the mountain, the battle must take into account the balance under the feet, otherwise it is likely that the enemy has not arrived, and he will fall first, in that case, he will be beheaded before he gets up, the Zuojia army is very reluctant to maintain a loose defensive line, thousands of soldiers of the Dragon and Tiger Battalion hold guns and knives, trembling on the mountainside, tilting their heads to meet the attack, has lost the first hand.

Chang Deng, the commander of the Dragon and Tiger Battalion, danced a mountain-opening axe, commanded in the center, and shouted hoarsely to order his subordinates to attack upward, and there were also hundreds of family members around him, gathering many ordinary soldiers, shouting and cheering, and holding spears to the top.

Zuo Mengeng's guards on the left and right stepped forward and protected him behind him, and the layers of armor made him settle down a little, but the tension in his whole body was still like an invisible hand pinching his heart, becoming more and more intense, at this moment, he saw a scene that he would never forget.

The white figure rushing down from the mountain beam was astonishingly fast, as fast as running on the treetops, and the first one, in a few vertical jumps, came to the front of Changdeng, where dozens of dragon and tiger battalions blocked the way, and spears were raised like a forest.

The white figure kicked under his feet, like a dexterous ape jumped up, and he didn't know what he stepped on, bursting out with such amazing power, this leap, directly jumped over the spear array, and the person was in mid-air, and he reached the top of Chang Deng's head.

Time seemed to stand still from that moment, and in Zuo Menggeng's eyes, the movements of the white armor soldiers were like slow motion, obviously fast as a thunderbolt, but they were all in sight.

The white-armored soldier held a hook and sickle spear in his hand, and swung left and right in the air, and the spears stabbed on both sides were lined up, and the body of the spear was slammed down with a thunderbolt!

Chang Deng roared, not afraid, the sharp axe in his hand drew an arc, and went up from the bottom to the top, the spear and the mountain axe smashed together, making a muffled sound, Chang Deng's figure shook and was a little shorter.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person of the white-armored soldier who fell from the sky stepped on Chang Deng's chest, and the kinetic energy formed during the run was combined with the potential energy formed by jumping from a height, plus the weight, hundreds of catties overwhelmed Chang Deng, even though this person was known for his courage and convincing the crowd with his strength, but at this moment he was kicked to the ground.

The white-armored soldier wore an eye patch, it turned out to be a one-eyed, a beard with a fierce face, as violent as a ghost, he stepped on Chang Deng with both feet, and actually took the time to smile, and then reversed the body of the gun, and smashed the big iron ring at the end of the gun on Chang Deng's head.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes around him, Zuo Liangyu was called Chang Deng, one of the thirteen Taibao in the army before he died, and his brain burst and blood splattered five steps!

Li Tingyu laughed, although he was in the midst of the army, he seemed to be strolling leisurely, his white armor was splashed with blood, and his beard was also sticky a lot, he didn't shake it off, and with a swing of his spear, he roared and drew a circle, and swept away the crowd of people who came up.

The white-armored soldiers who jumped down from the mountain beam one after another, running among the trees and jumping down by the mountain, like athletes lining up to dive, and like a beating wall, surging towards the dragon and tiger camp below.

The long knife slashed from the air, slicing through the iron armor, severing the arm, and spewing blood mist; The spear stabbed out of the air, piercing through the flesh and blood, and skewered the bodies of the Qing soldiers into a gourd in the screams, and there were also white-armored soldiers who were stabbed by the spears of the Qing soldiers, picked up and raised to the top of their heads, they spurted blood from their mouths, and firmly grasped the barrel of the gun with both hands, shouting that they would not let go, and a pair of red eyes were almost spurting blood.

The dragon and tiger camp of 5,000 people is just a short photo, just like a flooded embankment, and it has been eaten to the point that there is not even any dregs left.

Zuo Mengeng's position, there is still a small mountain col from the mountain beam, but it is only a few hundred steps away, he wears gold armor wrapped in red, and he is particularly eye-catching among the soldiers in yellow armor, Li Tingyu pulled the horizontal hook on the spear from the neck of a Qing soldier, and when he turned around, he saw him.

The blood on the neck of the Qing soldiers around him was still soaring, shooting at himself like a pillar, Li Tingyu ignored it, pointed the spear forward, pointed the sharp blade in the direction of Zuo Mengeng, and laughed weirdly.

"Zuo family child, leave away!" He laughed and shouted, "Wait for Grandpa to come and cut off your head!" ”

At that moment, Zuo Mengeng had an illusion, the spear seemed to penetrate hundreds of steps of time and space, flying in front of his eyes, Chang Deng's fleshy body was no longer visible, and the people on the mountain didn't know whose feet they were stepping on, just when the iron ring was smashed, he seemed to hear the crisp sound of "touching".

The white figures had already flooded the Dragon and Tiger Camp and were rushing towards the mountain pass, and the voices of Xu Ensheng and Zhang Yingxiang sounded like thunder, they were shouting and scolding, organizing to resist.

Perhaps, it's not a good thing to run so fast. Zuo Mengeng thought, he wanted to retreat.

He took another step back and stepped on the soldier behind him who was holding the flag of the Chinese army.

"Kill!"

"Chop the tartars!"

The sudden shouting and slashing sound suddenly sounded not far from the right side of the side, and a group of Liu Zeqing's rout soldiers who were placed there suddenly picked up their weapons and injured people, and the Zuo family army was concentrating on defending the white armor soldiers on the left, who would have thought that this group of people would defect.

"What are you doing? Do you want to rebel? There is a general of the Zuo family who shouted angrily.

"Hahaha, open your dog's eyes and see clearly, grandpa is a Ming official, how can he be confused with your group of dogs? Die before you tie your hands! The rout shouted, and without stopping for a moment, slashed at the questioner.

It was too sudden, the Zuo soldiers were killed almost at the first moment, and the team of routs and hundreds of people was at the core of the defense.

Zuo Mengeng's psychological defense line was crushed, the position of the defeated soldiers was only a hundred steps away from him, they were used to carry the corpses on the mountain, and at this moment, except for a few hundred personal guards, the other soldiers did not have time to come.

"Retreat!" The leader of the guards shouted at him: "It's urgent, please go quickly!" ”

Zuo Mengeng nodded, his pale face turned over, and he left quickly, followed by the flag bearer.

As soon as the banner moved, the morale of the army collapsed.

(End of chapter)