The ghost head knife of the ancestral side is comparable to the Guan knife, dancing tiger and tiger, nine big iron rings jingle on the spine of the knife, ordinary people can't block the blow of this heavy weapon at all, in the past, when fighting with the Nanming army and Zhang Xianzhong's soldiers, it is often a knife and people with weapons to split together, extremely powerful.

But now the white-armored Qing soldier who is fighting with him is also five big and three thick, and the wide armor cover on the body seems to be one size smaller, and he is tightened by tight muscles, and his height is a head taller than that of Zubian, making a fine iron long knife, the blade is wide, the blade is sharp, and the two of them have exchanged several knives in a row, and the "bell bell" rings continuously, and the sparks splash everywhere, and there is no difference between victory and defeat.

The Qing soldiers took advantage of the height, condescending, the knife momentum gradually flourished, in the Kuizhou army in the martial arts known for the ancestral side, actually gradually fell behind, in the Qing soldiers a knife faster than a knife in the chopping, from the beginning of the split, into a parry block, step by step retreat, sweat beads full of head.

Wang Huan was beside him, seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly roared, handed out a knife from the oblique stab, and slashed at the waist of the Qing soldiers.

Unexpectedly, in this lightning and flint, the Qing soldiers smiled fiercely on their faces, and with a turn of lightning-like blades, the long knife that was originally holding Wang Huan suddenly fell in a direction, and slanted towards Zu Bian, who was about to take a breath, this time it came down too quickly, Wang Huan and Zu Bian didn't expect that this Qing army could make such a quick move under the two of them, and they were caught off guard.

Seeing that the long knife was about to cut the belly of the ancestor from the bottom up, the right foot of the ancestor suddenly retreated in a hurry, giving way to half of his body, his big face was biased, and he narrowly avoided the blade that crossed his nose, but he avoided the stomach and nose, but the face did not avoid, from the chin to the corner of the eye, a deep wound with blood burst out, and even the eight-petal iron helmet on his head was taken up by the blade and fell far away on a bush of grass.

Zubian screamed and fell to the ground on his back, not knowing life or death.

Wang Huan's soul was scattered, angry and anxious, he shouted, and before the Qing soldiers had time to turn around, he desperately held the long knife high with both hands, and slashed down at the head of the Qing soldiers.

Wang Huan and Zubian fought against the white-armored Qing soldiers, and it was still difficult, now only Wang Huan is left, and it is even more dangerous, Rao is Wang Huan has practiced martial arts and physical fitness every day in recent years, and at this moment he is against the pawns who have really killed countless people on the battlefield, only to feel that what he has done is far from enough, after a few back and forth, Wang Huan's white robe has been cut in several places, and even the rattan armor inside has been broken, and he is embarrassed.

Ma Wannian and others around him had no time to rescue Wang Huan, everyone was entangled with the Qing soldiers, and the corpses that fell to the ground were mostly white-robed soldiers who were ambushed.

Wang Hua was already regretting it in his heart, he knew that the Baijia Baya soldiers were so capable of fighting, he would not hold it up, and only led two hundred guards without spears to eat a hundred Qing guards, if two hundred people were transferred, the spears were surrounded, and the crossbow arrows were fired indiscriminately, where would it be so laborious.

I have remorse in my heart, and my hands are unconsciously three points slower, the veteran of the Qing Soldier battlefield, the veteran of the blood rolling, where can I not see it? Immediately hit the snake with the stick, looked at a Wang Huan's hole, turned it over with one hand, the long knife stretched out like a poisonous snake, and went straight to Wang Huan's chest, Wang Huan's outer door was empty, and he couldn't parry, watching the long knife stab like an electric gallop, his heart was suddenly cold, and at that moment everything was already gone, and only the cold light on the knife edge flashed in his pupils.

At this moment, when the long knife was only a stone's throw away from Wang Huan's breastplate, the Qing soldier's smiling face suddenly showed a painful look, his face jumped, and a wolf-like howl burst out of his throat, and the whole person had a spasm, and he couldn't even hold the knife, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Wang Huan suddenly went from great sorrow to great joy, and was so surprised that he seemed to have gained a second life, and when he was stunned, he saw the tip of a knife coming out of the stomach of his own soldier, and he was bursting out inch by inch, with blood bursting out like a pillar.

The white-armored Qingbing said "hehe" in his mouth, grabbed his hands in the air a few times, his body was crooked, and he fell, and then, the face of the ancestor who seemed to be stained with blood appeared from behind the Qingbing.

He kicked one foot on Qing Bing's body in disgust, pulled out the long knife, and scolded viciously: "Your mother! When Lao Tzu is dead, Lao Tzu's life is hard, and it is not so easy to die! ”

Every time Zu Bian said a word, the bloody scarlet wound on his face twitched, and countless blood beads appeared, which looked shocking.

At this moment, Wang Huan didn't have time to ask him if he was seriously injured, he waved the knife and shouted loudly: "Retreat!" Get out of the way, don't melee with them, get out of the way! ”

He took the lead in retreating, until he retreated more than ten steps, the guards heard his shout, they covered each other and scattered, the Qing soldiers were few, naturally did not dare to pursue, surrounded Marahi, backed by a cliff, formed a semi-circle array, with shields lined up in a row to block the front.

Malahi was unscathed, holding a bow and arrow in the shield wall and thinking nervously, in a melee just now, although the Ming army was defeated and retreated, but they were too many and had few soldiers, it was impossible to turn the tables and kill the retreating Ming army.

He looked around, the road in front of him shouted and killed, the main force of the Ming army must be in front of the siege of the grain truck, there are several puffs of black smoke in the air, that is the smoke from the fire that burned the grain truck, the Ming army did this every time he robbed the grain. On the way back, it was quiet, and there was not a single soldier.

Ma Lashi immediately made up his mind, and was about to give a loud order to rush back with the guards towards the plank road of the coming road, as long as he ran up a section and destroyed a few plank roads, the Ming army had no way to chase, and he would definitely be able to return to Xi'an alive.

Before he opened his mouth, he saw a few arm-thick bamboo tubes thrown over from the Ming army.

The bamboo tubes look a little heavy, they should be filled with something, and each bamboo tube has a lead on it, which is "squeaking" and sparkling.

Malashi was stunned for a moment, and the words he wanted to shout were blocked by a brief moment of surprise, and then a loud popping sound burst his eardrums, and then, he felt himself soar into the air, and his body seemed to be much lighter, and he could slowly fall in the air, and all he could see was a black smoke.

"What's going on?" Marahi thought, and then, she didn't know anything.

Malahi's body was blown up more than a foot high, and by the time he fell again, he was a mutilated corpse.

Wang Huan gritted his teeth and threw out eight extermination bombs, originally the Qing army stood densely, and only three or four were needed to wipe out this group of people who were hiding closely behind the shield, but Wang Huan hated Malashi and others for killing twenty or thirty of his own guards, and even Zubian was injured, and he threw out a killing bomb that could blow up several times that of the Qing soldiers present, and directly blew up Malashi into scum.

"Kill! Kill every Tartar, leave no one alive, not a single one, and surrender! Wang Huan had a dark face and shouted hoarsely, the guards left a hundred people to protect him, and the rest of the people should be killed in front of him.

Wang Huan angrily swung his knife and poked the Qing soldier who was stabbed to death by Zu Bian a few more times, before he gasped and turned around and asked Zu Bian: "How is it?" Are your eyes okay? ”

Zu Bian sat on the ground, grinned his teeth, and sobbed in response: "It's okay, I can't die, my eyes should be fine, it's okay, even if I'm blind, I asked Master Li, his eyepatch is very good-looking, who made it." ”

Wang Huan looked at Zubian's bloody face guiltily, and blamed himself: "I blame me for this, I shouldn't think that I am alone, and I can save a few bullets, but I didn't expect the Tartar white-armored soldiers to be so powerful, and the brothers were killed and wounded." ”

He stood up angrily, looking at the corpses of the white-robed soldiers who were being cleaned up by the guards, his forehead was bruised, and the guilt and remorse in his heart turned into a raging rage, increasing and rising, and in a rage, he picked up the mountain destroying crossbow, pressed down the ancestral side who wanted to stand up with him, and strode forward to the place where the martyrs were fighting.

Above the plank road of the Meridian Valley, a moment later, the black smoke rolled up by the burning grain cart gradually filled a layer of black mist, almost blocking the valley, and the grain cart disappeared, with this smoke, slowly spread in all directions.

…….

"Smack!" Su Le, who had already passed through Chencang Road and came to Fengxian County, was eating with a bowl, and when he heard the news that Ma Lahi had died in the Meridian Valley and tens of thousands of stones of grain and grass were burned in a fire, the porcelain bowl in his hand fell to the ground very simply, and the precious polished rice was scattered all over the ground.

"How is that possible? How did the Ming army know that the real grain convoy was going to the Meridian Valley? Sule's face was pale and solemn, and he muttered to himself, "Is there something wrong?" It shouldn't be, it shouldn't! ”

He stood up and walked back and forth in the room, nearly stepping on the broken porcelain shards on the floor several times.

The Han slave standing by the door, looked at the broken porcelain pieces all over the ground, and in the broken bowl, there was a big lump of rice, secretly swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly took a tray from the outside, put away the fragments on the ground, and the lump of rice was also picked up completely.

This slave already has a family, and this lump of rice is enough for his wife and children who have not seen white rice for a long time at home to relieve their hunger, and while cleaning up, he is already fantasizing about the smiling faces of his wife and children eating white rice, and there is also a simple smile on his face unconsciously.

Unaware of it, Souler had raised his sword and slashed at his neck.

Blood was unkempt and skulls were rolling.

Su Le smiled fiercely, his face like a demon, full of desperate madness, and shouted wildly: "Hahaha, I know, it's a traitor, there must be a traitor!" You damned Han people, revealed my plan, I'll hack you to death, all of them! Let's see if you dare to report the news! Hahaha! ”

……

Two days later, in Guangyuan's Hauge tent, the news that Malahi was buried in the Meridian Valley along with the grain cart was placed on Hauge's table.

Hauge stared at the piece of paper with a gloomy face, not saying a word.

The tent was full of generals, no one dared to speak, and the black clouds of impending disaster shrouded everyone's hearts, and everyone knew what the consequences would be if an army of nearly 100,000 people ran out of food.

"Malahi is incompetent, the loss of soldiers and food, according to the law, should be beheaded, read that he died in battle, can be punished, cut off his position, confiscated property, immediately draft a document, report to the court!" After a long time, Hauge muffled, raised his head, and glared at the people in the tent.

Everyone's hearts were upset, and suddenly the snow brightened, this is to pour the basin on the dead people, the sin of the army under the Jianmen Pass can not be used for more than an inch, and it can be easily shirked to the reason why the grain road was cut off, although this is a fact, but it can indeed reduce Haoge's fault.

But it doesn't seem very authentic......

Ao Bai coughed dryly, breaking the embarrassing silence, and said to Haoge in a loud voice: "Lord Wang, Ma Lahi is careless and stupid and incompetent, so tired that the army is trapped in a lack of food and grass, it is difficult to break the enemy, and it is difficult to escape the capital crime!" And the prince can open up the net and save his family from the doom of being enslaved by people in armor, which is really a merciful act, extrajudicial grace, and the slave admires! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he puffed out his bull's eyes and looked at the rest of the people, and hummed in his nostrils: "What do you think?" ”

Everyone was frightened, and said in unison: "The prince is merciful, and the slaves are admired!" ”

Hearing this unanimous praise, Hauge's face also looked a little better, he squeezed out a smile, which was a response, and then immediately straightened up his face again, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, because the grain road has been cut off, our army is unable to continue, and the weather is getting hotter, my Qing officers and soldiers have lived outside the customs for a long time, and they can't stand this climate, and the epidemic is increasing every day. ”