Beads of bitter sweat run down the forehead, over the thick eyebrows, through the pores, down the brow bone, and finally slowly seep into the human eye.

Su Le blinked violently, shook his head slightly, tried his best to suppress the urge to reach out and hit his eyes, and fiercely slashed the long knife in his hand at a white-armored soldier.

The white-armored soldiers made the spear, and the advantage was far and not the close, Su Le rubbed his body and bullied the approach, taking the lead, and the white-armored soldiers could not dodge this knife, so they had to raise the gun to block.

The sharp blade slashed at the barrel of the gun, cutting the ash rod into two sections, the knife was castrated, and the strong wind slashed at the shoulder and neck of the white armor soldier, and the cuirass steel plate of the Mingguang armor let out a strange groan, and it was actually cut open by Su Lesheng, and the blade went straight into it, embedded in the collarbone, and a stream of blood soared, obviously breaking the bone.

Su Le violently drew the knife, the narrow blade was pulled out in the human body "Gregrad", the sound of the blade and the collarbone rubbing sounded as harsh as saw, but Su Le's movements were extremely fast, the knife with the afterimage raised a puddle of blood, and the blade was still bright.

He turned around nimbly, and his body shifted to the right, avoiding the assassination of another spear, causing the white armor soldier of the spear to shout "Kill!" The gun quickly retracted, the body of the gun swayed violently with the movement of Sule, and the horizontal hook on the blade slashed at Sule's waist and eye, the move was familiar and effective, and it was the "return gun" in the white pole soldier's spear.

Sole's waist was stiffly retracted a few more points, as if a leather ball had been pinched, and a piece of it was recessed, and the horizontal hook was crossed, and a nail leaf was removed against his armor hook.

The long knife danced over the top of his head, slashed down vigorously, and slashed on the helmet of the white-armored soldier, the helmet was iron, but it could not block the power of this knife, and the blade simply cut the helmet into the air, and there was a piece of skull.

Su Le kicked out and kicked the white-armored soldier who was still standing to the ground, and there was no one around him for the time being, so he stood on the ground with his knife and gasped heavily.

He couldn't remember that this was the first Ming army killed, and he couldn't remember how many knives he had chopped out, all around were the figures of white armor running, the Qing soldiers were fighting, shouting, and screaming in the white shadows, and the formed team was scattered, he couldn't find his own Niu Lu, and he couldn't see the flag of Aobai, and the soldiers who followed him were no longer the group that followed at the beginning, these soldiers were just looking at the yellow shoulders of "Baturu" on his body, and they followed him together.

It's a nightmare! Sule gasped, half-kneeling on the ground, regaining his strength a little, thinking back to the battle, his red eyes under his thick eyebrows still shining with incredible light.

How did you lose? It seemed to collapse suddenly, and the people in front retreated like a tide, so that the Jurchen foot soldiers who were caught off guard were rushed by their own people once, even though Su Le and Ao Bai categorically ordered to kill the rout soldiers who dared to rush into battle, but the dazed defeated soldiers still pressed over like a landslide, and there were even chaotic cavalry, the phalanx could no longer be maintained, Su Le instantly realized the distress of the Ming army in the face of the rout of his own people.

The white-armored soldiers followed behind like a white tsunami, wantonly slashing the defeated soldiers of the Qing army with their backs to them, killing chickens as easily, no one dared to turn back and fight, and the cry was louder, higher than the sound of killing.

Soule and Ao Bai were scattered, and he was like a small flat boat caught in the turbulent current, whirling in the whirlpool.

In this case, the strength of the individual is simply small to the extreme, one person in the army can be called a drop in the ocean, there is no other way but to go with the flow, Souler's brain is very flexible, he can be regarded as a big millet, and he immediately turns around and wants to run.

In the chaos of the army, he slashed and slashed for his life, and for a moment, he seemed to see a familiar figure in a trance, which made his heart suddenly pinched by some hand, which made him refreshed.

Looking back, he saw Wang Huan, the bald monk of the year, with white armor and red tassels at the moment, riding on a healthy horse, holding a crossbow and aiming at the Qing soldiers under the escort of the soldiers of the brigade, that slippery face, although he pretended to be indifferent at the moment, still made Su Le unforgettable.

It was this Nanban who killed Tuhai, robbed the silver car, and ruined his good future, and now he has become the prince of the Ming army, the lord of thousands of troops over 10,000 people, and led this great battle that took the lifeblood of the Qing Dynasty.

The blood rushed down the veins of his body towards his brain, and Sule forgot that he was in a predicament, forgot to flee and save his life, and a thought flashed through his mind: Kill this person and turn the tide!

So he turned around and swung his sword, like a reef in an independent rapid, and killed in reverse in the chaos of the army, Baturu's martial bravery burst out at this moment, and after killing several people, a large number of fleeing Jurchen soldiers gathered around him, forming a small island-like formation.

Su Le took a breath, stood up and looked around, the crowds around him, the flags were shaking, but there was no banner of the Qing Dynasty, looking around, except for his own piece, the rest of the places were all white-armored soldiers, the Qing soldiers who did not have time to run far were divided into a small handful of round formations, a large number of white-armored soldiers were methodically surrounded and strangled, in the distance on both wings, the Ming cavalry rolling like a dragon and angry waves was galloping on horseback, and the soldiers and horses of the Qing Dynasty were submerged in it, and they couldn't see clearly.

In the distance, the artillery of the Ming army was still roaring, and the iron bullet flew over his head and landed on the ground in the distance, with a "knock" sound.

And Wang Huan, at this time, he is no longer visible, the chaotic army is boiling, where to find him?

Su Le regretted it a little, he was too impulsive just now, where was it so easy to take the rank of general in the 10,000-strong army? Fortunately, now it seems that this life is going to be explained here!

He smiled bitterly, drew his knife and shouted: "Retreat!" Step back! "Take the remnants of the soldiers around you and kill them in the rear.

Swinging the knife, blocking, slashing, dodging, the knife slashed on the enemy's body, the blood splashed red the armor, the white-armored soldiers surrounded him, the knives and guns continued to stretch out, there were fewer and fewer people around him, the sound of shouting and cursing became weaker and weaker, but the Ming Chinese language was getting higher and higher, Su Le felt that the strength of the body gradually became smaller with the swing of the knife, and every time he swung a knife, he brought out a point of strength, several times because of the slowing down of his movements, he was cut out by the Ming army on his body, and the severe pain of the wound stimulated his nerves, how could the Baturu warriors die in the hands of the Ming people? This is absolutely impossible, it must be killed, the regent is still behind, the Qing Dynasty is defeated this time, and next time, next time, Wang Huan's bastard will definitely be slaughtered!

Sule fought desperately, cleaving a bloody path in the sea of people, his outer layer of cotton armor was already in tatters like a flower child, several pieces of armor were missing, revealing the inner layer of stainless steel chain mail, and the thunderbolt-like cherry gun on the helmet was also broken, and only a stake was left in the short one.

At this time, only the obsession of survival supported him, and he could see that the royal banner of Dolgon in the distance was rapidly retreating, and it was obvious that the regent was also retreating, and there could be no chance of counterattack in this battle.

Surle's side, there was no one to follow, everyone dispersed, but the fighting continued, there were shouts everywhere in his ears, white shadows were still ghostly everywhere, and a white-armored soldier stopped in front and slashed the crescent axe in his hand.

Su Le dodged sideways, the knife in his hand wanted to cut it horizontally, wanting to cut the white armor soldier into two sections, and after estimating his remaining strength at that moment, he still turned the knife diagonally upward, wiped the neck of the white armor soldier, and took the life of this Ming army with the most effortless method.

The burly body of the Ming army fell suddenly, and Su Le saw Aobai.

Ao Bai is nine feet tall, strong and powerful, it is rumored that he can resist the bull and force the ox to retreat, the strength of the gold is unsurpassed, experienced in a hundred battles, countless military achievements, has served under a number of princes, accumulated merit for the yellow flag to protect the commander.

But at this moment, Ao Bai did not have the demeanor of the past at all, his whole body was covered with blood, he was holding a broken knife in his hand, the armor of his upper body was cut to pieces, he was bare on one shoulder, a piece of meat was cut off, and two feather arrows were trembling and inserted into the chain mail keyhole on his back, and he was frowning angrily, and he was facing a red-faced short Ming army.

The red-faced Ming army general used a ghost-headed knife, and the nine iron rings shook "bang", and a big hole was broken on the blade, and half a blade was embedded on one shoulder.

"Happy!" The red-faced Ming Jun raised his head and laughed: "It's really your mother's pleasure!" This tartar is hard enough, Lao Tzu likes to kill such beasts! ”

Ao Bai Leopard's eyes were wide, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and he threw the broken knife as a hidden weapon, and the red-faced Ming army avoided it, and Ao Bai took huge strides and rushed over. 、

A white-armored soldier rushed out of the oblique stab, holding a spear to Aobai, the tip of the spear pierced the chain mail between the waist and ribs, inserted in the keyhole, was grabbed by Aobai, the body of the gun was suddenly bent into a bow, Aobai smiled and pulled the blade out of the body, the tip of the spear was bloody, and then with a wave of his hand, the extremely tough ash rod was swept on the head of the white-armored soldier like a slingshot, and the white-armored soldier was swept in, and flew out like a kite with blood in his mouth.

The red-faced Ming army shouted, the ghost head knife was slashed with the strong wind, Ao Bai turned his head sharply, the spear was used as a stick, and swept the waist of the red-faced Ming army, the face of the Ming army did not change, and the knife momentum remained unchanged.

"Tom!"

"Click!"

The red-faced Ming army was swept up, and his body of more than 100 catties fell off in the air and fell far into the soil.

The ghost head knife took off his hand and slashed on the shoulder of Youjia on the other side of Aobai, slashed the chain mail, and cut into the flesh, and there was no flesh for three points.

The nine hoops were still "buzzing" and trembling.

Fighting for his life, Souler almost stopped breathing, and stood far away, unable to move.

Swap life for life, don't leave a back hand, no matter how you fight, I don't hide or dodge, I'll cut you!

No wonder Ao Hui is so embarrassed, this Ming army is a madman!

He grabbed the ghost head knife on his shoulder with one hand, and pulled it out as if he didn't feel pain, his mouth was like a beast, his eyes were full of blood, he looked at the ancestral side that had not yet gotten up, and strode forward.

Zubian was lying on the ground, his nose and mouth were full of blood, he raised his head with great effort, and laughed cheekily: "Your mother! It's really, so fucking hard! Lao Tzu can't fight, can't beat! ”

After a pause, he roared: "Old Yan, your mother! What are you waiting for? I want to watch Lao Tzu die! ”

Before the words could be spoken, a gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

A cloud of blood burst out of Aobai's head, and his whole head was smashed like a jar by lead bullets, and the nine-foot-tall man fell like a mountain, shaking the ground.

Yan Mingde stood close, holding a bird's gun, and the mouth of the gun was full of green smoke.

Zu Bian took a long breath and wanted to get up, but he didn't succeed in his efforts, and he also involved the sore spot in his internal organs, and his smile was hideous: "Your mother!" Do you really think Lao Tzu is stupid? Lao Tzu has a helper! ”

Sule's eyes narrowed, and he turned around and ran, a few points faster than just now.

The ugly group retreated and spread into the distance.

In the Ming army's formation, Wang Huan shot indiscriminately with a mountain-destroying crossbow, and ordered in a deep voice: "Don't rush to kill the cavalry, go up, block the retreat of the Tartars, and leave Dolgon here!" ”

(End of chapter)