The knife in his hand had been broken in two, the wounds on his body were still dripping with blood, and the comrades around him had already died in battle, scattered in all directions, and only three or five people were still close to him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And the enemy, still swooping up in their own direction.

Yang Zhen's eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and after his legs kicked the ground, the whole person rushed straight over like a harrier eagle, and counterattacked the smiling Tatar cavalry head-on.

"Whew!" Relying on his nimble and swift skills, Yang Zhen narrowly avoided the knife from the other party with all his strength, and at the same time, the knife in his hand found the flaw of the person on the opposite side and slashed into his chest. Blood splattered, and the man fell from his horse like a felled tree.

But Yang Zhen didn't have time to rejoice and rejoice at all, and two more enemies were killing him, so he could only roll on the spot, avoiding the two slashes that came diagonally, and at the same time breaking the knife and cutting off the legs of the two war horses that could rush to him. With a mournful roar of the horses, the two Tartars also screamed and fell down. Yang Zhen did not hesitate, taking advantage of the opportunity that they were unable to move for a while after they landed on the ground, the broken knife was swung out again, and the lives of these two people were harvested.

Yang Zhen no longer knew how long he had been fighting and how many people he had killed, but he felt that his arm was almost completely unconscious, and he was afraid that a few more enemies would be killed because of his lack of strength. But the will to survive is constantly inspiring him, making him continue to use all means to kill the enemy and protect himself until the moment when his strength is completely exhausted.

It seemed that they were afraid of his ruthless killing, and those Tartars did not dare to step forward for a while. Yang Zhen took advantage of this opportunity to gasp for breath, hoping to recover some strength as much as possible. At this time, he heard a familiar scream beside him, turned his head to look, but saw Liu Heizi being cut in two by someone, this scene made him stunned, it seemed that something was wrong.

Immediately, several screams sounded one after another, and Yang Zhen swept left and right, but saw that Mo Chong, Huang Bang and other brothers were also slashed and killed by the enemy on the spot. The eyes of several people showed nostalgia for life, but it was a pity that their will could no longer save their lives.

Seeing these brothers being killed one by one, Yang Zhen immediately poured blood into his pupils, and without considering his own physical condition, after a loud shout, he pounced on the enemies on his side with all his strength. And at the moment when he pounced, a scream sounded-

Time seemed to be becoming extremely slow at this moment, Yang Zhen followed the sound and saw Cai Yingyang's sturdy body being split in half by an axe-wielding tartar from the middle, and blood mixed with internal organs burst in the air, like a blooming flower......

Yang Zhen only felt a pain in his heart, he had always regarded Cai Yingyang as his little brother, and now even he was killed in front of him, this impact was too strong, so strong that everything was no longer real-

"That's not right!" Suddenly, a thought turned in Yang Zhen's mind: "Isn't Ying Yang with Zhong Yu?" How could he still be fighting alongside me? Haven't I already fought my way out of the encirclement? Why are there so many enemies? It should be dawn in the morning, why does it still look dark and dreary now? ”

All the questions were quickly answered, and just as he thought of this, everything around him disappeared, leaving only boundless darkness in front of him. It's just a dream, a nightmare that's very similar to what happened before, but even more cruel!

Slowly, Yang Zhen's consciousness returned to his body, and after his eyelids twitched a few times, he was finally able to open his eyes obediently. What he saw was a gray-yellow tent roof, and he found himself lying on a dilapidated sheepskin mattress of the same color.

"Uh......" When he opened his mouth to say something, Yang Zhen found that his throat was so dry that he couldn't make much sound, and at the same time, as his consciousness fully recovered, the pain on his body also hit him, making his brows couldn't help but frown, and the voice to his mouth only turned into a moan.

"Your Excellency, you're finally awake." A concerned face suddenly appeared in front of Yang Zhen, but it was Hu Ge, whose face was abnormally pale. Although he was very happy that Yang Zhen could finally wake up, there was still a thick melancholy between his eyebrows.

Then, he thought of something, and hurriedly brought a stoneware bowl to Yang Zhen, and fed the water inside into Yang Zhen's mouth. After the cool water entered his mouth and flowed down his throat, Yang Zhen's dry throat was much more comfortable, and then he said with difficulty: "Hu Ge, where are we?" ”

"Sir, have you forgotten? We are in a tent of a Mongol tribe......"

After Hu Ge said this, Yang Zhen's memory slowly recovered, and he remembered what happened before he fell into a coma-

After ensuring that Zhong Yu and the others could go back safely, and transferring the Tartars away from Baishan Mountain as much as possible, Yang Zhen and the others were caught up by the Tartar cavalry, who were skilled in horsemanship, and were quickly surrounded by them.

In such a situation, it is superfluous to say anything, and the only thing that can be done is to give it a go. So people's thoughts are the same as Yang Zhen's, so even if they suffered losses in terms of troops, the Ming army still fearlessly rushed towards the enemy.

Although their ambition is commendable, after the real fight, the strength of the two sides is still unavoidable. After a few hedges, more than half of the Ming army was damaged, but the Tartars paid only a very small price. It seems that he recognized that this Ming army could not pose a threat to him, and the big brain decided to eat them in one bite during the next attack.

As a result, the previous scene of the two armies hedging and rushing turned into a melee, and the two sides gritted their teeth and fought to the death with a completely disorderly fighting style.

After coming to this era, Yang Zhen always thought that his outstanding martial arts could play a role in turning the tide of the battle at any time. The events he had encountered before also confirmed this view, whether it was against the Japanese or other enemies, he could single-handedly determine the victory. It was only this time, faced with thousands of enemies, that he realized how ignorant he had been thinking before.

When two armies are at war, it is not one or two masters who can change the entire situation of the war. You may be able to fight ten or even twenty or thirty, but when you face fifty or a hundred enemies who are constantly attacking and killing you from all directions, you will understand that the martial arts you have mastered will not make much use in this kind of scene.

So soon, Yang Zhen was injured by the enemies who kept coming up, and the comrades beside him fell one after another. He even saw the scene of Liu Heizi and Lu Siming's two brothers being disembodied and dismembered by the Japanese people.

This made him go crazy, and only thought about killing the enemy in front of him to avenge his brother. Until a few voices sounded in my ears: "Qianhu, we can't fight like this anymore, we must break out, there is still a glimmer of life." ”

"Qianhu, it's nothing for us to die here, you can't die here in vain, otherwise who else is willing to hate our sacrificial brothers?"

"My lord, Xiang Ying's life is yours, and it's nothing if you just want me to die here with you, but I feel that saving my life and making a comeback is the most correct choice." ……

Under the persuasion of Mo Chong, Xiang Ying and others, Yang Zhen finally changed his mind to continue to fight with the enemy's life, and led the army to break through again before the enemy's new round of attacks began. And this time, in order to break through the siege, they paid a greater price, and more than 100 brothers were killed by the Tartars, and only a few people followed Yang Zhen to fight their way out of the siege and ran towards the northwest.

And Tartar obviously refused to let go of these opponents who had been entangled with him for most of the day, and still bit them to the death, until Mo Chong, Huang Bang and others turned around and killed again, and used their own sacrifices to block the enemy's pursuit, so that Yang Zhen and them won a glimmer of life.

In the end, only Yang Zhen, Xiang Ying, Hu Ge, Gehei and Xia Kai were able to truly get rid of the pursuit of the Tartars, and the others did not know whether they were alive or dead. And Yang Zhen was the most seriously injured among these people, because he had the highest martial arts and wore the most special official uniform, so the Tartar naturally bit him tightly. When he passed out and fell off his horse, he saw a stretch of tents......

Everything before quickly flashed through Yang Zhen's mind, and his heart unconsciously tightened again, and he didn't know what the ending would be for those brothers who were desperately fighting to block the enemy in the back in order to help him get out. Unexpectedly, his first failure after coming to this era was so miserable, and it was almost the end of the total annihilation!

"What happened to the other brothers? Your injury ......" Yang Zhen suddenly remembered Xiang Ying and a few of them, and hurriedly asked, and then looked at Hu Ge beside him and asked with concern. As soon as the words came out, his face changed, and he suddenly found that Hu Ge's right arm was gone.

Hu Ge glanced at his right arm with a wry smile, and then said, "Compared to Liu Heizi and them, I am already lucky." I think it's worth it for an arm for a life. Several others were also injured, but they were not life-threatening and are now recuperating in a nearby tent. In the successive battles, he also gritted his teeth and fought to the end, and disability was inevitable.

Hearing him say this, Yang Zhen felt a little relieved, and then he cared about his situation: "What kind of tribe is this?" Is it the tribe of the Tartars? They're not going to do anything to us, are they? Also, How long have I been in a coma? ”

Seeing that Yang Zhen asked so much in one breath, Hu Ge smiled bitterly again, and then said: "My lord, just rest assured, this Gai beggar is not the same as the Tartar who attacked us before, and it will not be unfavorable to us." You've been asleep for three days, and we don't know what to do if you hadn't woken up on your own. ”

"Really? It's been three days? Yang Zhen only said that he had only been in a coma for a long time: "I don't know what happened to Lord Zhong, whether he returned to Datong safely, and what will Liu Yingji and them do?" ”