Chapter 456: Tartar, Don't Run Yet!

"Miss!"

"Urgent!"

"Our Lady is in trouble!"

Suddenly, someone came in a hurry, and due to the urgency of the situation, he didn't report it secretly, and directly told Dong Shuyan to know. As a result, Zhang Zhun and others who were next to him heard it.

It turned out that the troops of the Wenxiang Sect, after being scattered by the Tartars, were divided into several ways to escape. At the beginning, there was a little bit of order, like a retreat. But as they ran, everyone dispersed and completely herded the sheep. The troops that used to be tens of thousands of people have now all turned into scattered groups of dozens or hundreds of people. There are also various directions to escape, and there are people who flee anywhere. Most of the weapons were thrown away.

After the Tartars went out of the city and chased for a while, they stopped chasing, except for one trip. The Tartars, of about three hundred people, chased after the main force of the Smelling Incense Sect. One of the leaders of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, the White Lotus Holy Mother Xu Qingluan, was in this group. Tartar didn't know if he had fallen in love with Xu Qingluan's beauty, and he kept chasing after him. Under the entanglement of the Tartars, the number of people around Xu Qingluan continued to decrease, and he was about to be caught by the Tartars. Xu Qingluan had no choice but to send people around for help, but he happened to find someone to find Dong Shuyan.

Dong Shuyan looked at the people behind her, all of them were frightened, even if she rescued her at this time, I am afraid that she would not have any combat effectiveness. In desperation, she had no choice but to ask Zhang Zhun for help. At this time, there may be only Zhang Zhun's troops who have the ability to engage with the Tartars. After all, Zhang Zhun cleaned up the Tartars of Tianheng Island.

Zhang Zhun did not refuse, and said in a deep voice: "Where is it?" ”

If Xu Qingluan was killed by the Tartars, it would not be in Zhang Zhun's interests. He also happened to capture a few Tartar captives to understand the situation in Dengzhou City in detail. It is obviously not appropriate to rush to the bottom of Dengzhou City to capture the prisoners. This small team's Tartars happened to be a good meal delivered to the door.

Dong Shuyan said: "In the direction of Yang's store! ”

Zhang Zhun said without hesitation: "Let's go, go to Yang's store!" ”

The leopard cavalry camp was immediately ordered to set off.

Dong Shuyan was overjoyed and hurriedly led the way in front.

The group immediately set off. Dong Shuyan also has a war horse, so she immediately turned the horse's head and went neck and neck with Zhang Zhun. The warriors of the leopard cavalry battalion naturally followed quickly. As for those people from the Smelling Fragrance Sect, they naturally continued to flee for their lives.

From Huangxian to Yangjiadian, all the way is at night. Because it is a mountainous and hilly area, the road is not very easy to walk. Fortunately, Dong Shuyan is very familiar with this section of the road, and tries her best to pick a good path. Halfway through, they received another message from the Wenxiang Sect, saying that the Tartars had chased Xu Qingluan past Yangjiadian, and now they were almost near Beiqu Mountain, so they turned to Beiqu Mountain.

When it was about to be early in the morning, Zhang Zhun finally came to Beiqu Mountain with the leopard riding camp. After arriving at the destination, all the nights were not closed, and immediately set out to check the movements of the Tartars. Soon, there was a report that the night did not take it back, saying that it had found traces of the Tartars.

Xu Qingluan's situation is very critical. The Tartars had been chasing her closely, and she had no chance of getting out. After running such a long distance, she and the people around her were indeed tired and couldn't run. Had to retreat to a valley. Now the Tartars are besieging this valley.

The backbone of the Wenxiang Sect who retreated to the valley was about five or six hundred people, all of whom were the elite of the white-clothed divine soldiers, and their combat effectiveness was quite good. The terrain of this valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Tartars cannot take it down for a while. However, the combat effectiveness of the Tartars is indeed strong. If no reinforcements arrived, it was only a matter of time before the Tartars took the valley.

"Let's go!"

"Go to the front!"

Zhang Zhun really regarded Dong Shuyan as a man, and did not hesitate to take her to the front to observe the enemy situation. Dong Shuyan's face seemed to be a little weird, as if she was a little hesitant. However, after hesitating for a moment, she finally followed Zhang Zhun to go.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Sure enough, after approaching the valley, Zhang Zhun heard the sound of arrows and firearms, intertwined with each other, endlessly. From time to time, I could still hear intermittent screams, but I didn't know if it was the screams of the Tartars, or the screams of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, or both.

"Look!"

"Tartar!"

Someone whispered.

Zhang Zhun quietly squatted down and raised the clairvoyant mirror.

Through the faint morning light, Zhang Zhun saw that there were a lot of Tartars gathered there in front of him, and the number of people was almost two hundred. They are besieging a narrow valley. Probably because of the terrain, these Tartars could not deploy all their forces, so they could only take turns to fight. The intelligence said that there were 300 Tartars, and there were only 200 people outside the valley, and the other 100 people should have invaded the valley.

Most of these Tartars wore thick leather armor and fur hats. A small number of people have silver-white armor on their bodies, and they should be the most elite white-armored soldiers. There are also some Tartars, wearing dark red armor, presumably red armor. This kind of dress, the Tartar on Hetian Hengjima, is still roughly the same.

Behind most of the Tartars, bows and arrows were carried on their backs. If you don't have a bow and arrows behind you, you do so because you have the bow and arrows in your hand. A small part of the Tartars hold spears in their hands. There were also people with machetes. The sound of fighting kept coming from inside the valley, and the Tartars outside were eager to try.

"Your master is in the valley?" Zhang Zhun asked in a low voice.

"It should be ......," Dong Shuyan replied hesitantly.

"What should be?" Zhang Zhun glanced at Dong Shuyan in surprise and found that her expression was quite strange. It's just that what the strangeness is, I can't say it all of a sudden.

"Yes......" Dong Shuyan had to nod and said, her face became more and more strange. In the end, she subconsciously avoided Zhang Zhun's gaze, as if she was afraid that Zhang Zhun would peek into her inner secrets. Zhang Zhun saw such a situation of weakness for the first time.

"Prepare for battle!"

Zhang Zhun no longer paid attention to Dong Shuyan and shouted awe-inspiringly.

Three hundred Tartars, six hundred Tiger Ben, if one Tartar escaped, the battle would be considered a failure. The terrain was also favorable to the Tiger Army, who attacked from the east, just to cut off the Tartars' retreat.

The warriors dismounted one after another, ready for battle. Even after three months of training, the current Leopard Cavalry Battalion is actually an infantry on horseback. Most people shoot at a much worse level on horseback than when they dismount. When they can fight on foot, they still prefer to fight on foot. The stability of infantry shooting is much higher. Now such terrain, of course, is mainly infantry combat.

"Han dog!"

"Hangou's reinforcements!"

"An army of Han dogs has appeared in the east!"

Those Tartars also discovered the existence of the Tiger Ben Army, and hurriedly prepared for battle. Someone immediately shouted. The Tartars were clearly battle-hardened, and the positions they occupied, though not very neat, were sufficient for them to use their bows and arrows. If anyone rushes forward, they will inevitably be killed by their bows and arrows.

"Horses!"

"Horses!"

"Horses!"

However, the formation of the Tartars soon loosened again. The main thing is that the Tartars saw the war horses behind the Tiger Army. When the Tartar saw so many war horses, his eyes immediately turned red. Due to the transportation, they are people coming, and the war horses have not yet come. Tartars are very good at movement on horseback, and if they can grab these war horses and chase others, they will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

Soon, the Tartars found that the number of the Tiger Ben army was small, only about five or six hundred. They shouted, and then rushed towards the Tiger Army. Several of the Tartars ran very fast, and the contact between the two sides, which was originally about sixty or seventy zhang, was soon shortened to within fifty zhang. Even with the naked eye, you can see the green eyes of the tartars.

"Shoot!"

"Shoot them all!"

"Shoot freely!"

Zhang Zhun shouted.

"Bang!"

Lu Yidian was the first to shoot.

"Poof!"

A blood flower erupted from the chest of one of the tartars at the head and fell to the ground.

The bow and arrow in his hand fell to the ground as he fell, bounced a few times, and then fell unwillingly. The arrows behind the tartars, due to inertia, were all scattered and messy in the middle of the road.

"Bang!"

Sun Jiming is also not to be outdone.

"Poof!"

A tartar who rushed up, his body shook, and then fell down.

Sun Jiming was originally a sharpshooter in the Dingzi battalion, and was later selected as a fighter in the sniper detachment. He also served as a gang leader. The sniper detachment beside Zhang Zhun has expanded to fifty people. It just happens to be a squad formation. Dugu Hunt served as the team leader, and Lu Yidian served as the team vice-president. Sun Jiming and others served as the team leader.

This is for the need to protect Zhang Zhun and also for the need to communicate. Because, this sniper detachment has multiple roles. They are snipers who shoot enemies from a distance on the battlefield. They are also guards, responsible for the security of surrounding Zhang Zhun. They are also messengers, delivering orders at all times. In addition, they are also members of Zhang Zhun's study class and often receive Zhang Zhun's teachings. If you perform well, you will soon be transferred to other units as officers.

"Bang!"

Dugu Hunt also shot calmly.

"Poof!"

A tartar white-armored soldier snorted, staggered two steps forward, and then fell headlong to the ground. The silver-white armor on his chest did not stop the shot of Mini's bullets. After being hit by Minnie's bullet, the bow and arrow in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"Shoot the white armor first!"

"Next shoot the red armor!"

Zhang Zhun shouted to the fighters of the sniper detachment.

The whites and reds are the elite of the Tartars, and of course they must be killed first. The experience of fighting the Tartars in the past shows that as long as the white and red armor soldiers of the Tartars are killed first, the combat effectiveness and morale of the Tartars will be severely damaged. After killing all the elites of these Tartars, the next battle will be much easier.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Other snipers opened fire.

Minnie whistled away, bringing up flowers of blood.

In an instant, another white-armored soldier fell in a pool of blood, and the scimitar in his hand was unwillingly thrown into the grass on the side of the road. Due to the large movement of his fall, a tartar who followed him tripped over him. As a result, the two people overlapped each other as if they were rolling gourds.

The hapless tartar hurriedly struggled to get up. As a result, he had just stood up when a Mini bullet flew and hit him directly in the heart. So, his body went limp, and then he fell down again, just in the same position as before. Before he died, the Tartar's thought was: "I knew I was going to lie down...... Why am I getting up......

The Tartars have very high requirements for the white-armored soldiers, and the number of white-armored soldiers in a bull record is generally only a dozen people. Some are even less than 10 people. In the past, the Tatars of Tian Heng Island were completely exceptional. Now the number of Tartars and white-armored soldiers that the Tiger Ben Army is dealing with is exactly ten. In the blink of an eye, two white-armored soldiers were killed, and the impact on them was indeed great.

However, the Tartars still rushed forward without fear of death.

There was a white-armored soldier who was running fast. He was in a low posture, with a cat hunched over his waist and an arrow in his hand. As soon as he comes within range of the arrow, he will immediately release the arrow. However, the Tiger Army did not give him a chance to get into the range of the arrows at all.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

I don't know who shot him and threw him to the ground.

However, this shot did not hit the vital point of this Tartar white armor soldier. Someone may have done it on purpose. Mini struck him in the right leg, right in the knee. As a result, the running Tartar, whose body lost its balance, suddenly rolled on its side in the grass next to it. He was unwilling to support himself to get up, dragging one leg, and continuing to come up.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

The other leg of the Tartar soldier was hit, and the knee was immediately stained red.

"Poof!"

The Tartar white-armored soldiers finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell completely into the grass.

"Fan Zhihui!"

Zhang Zhun frowned and shouted.

He saw it. These two shots were fired by Fan Zhihui, who was newly enlisted. Because of his talent in shooting, and Zhang Zhun wanted to understand the situation of Da Songwei anytime and anywhere, Brigadier Zhang transferred Fan Zhihui to the sniper detachment. Fan Zhihui's shooting level is not bad, but sometimes he is not doing his job, which makes people laugh and cry.

No, in such a fierce battle, he still has to joke about this Tartar's white-armored soldier. Can't a well-behaved shot hit the opponent's vital point? You have to shoot two shots and break two knees of someone. Are you deliberately torturing that tartar? One Fan Zhihui and one Huang Xian are all different. Zhang Zhun still hasn't heard Huang Xian shoot. This guy is probably going to be the last to come out.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

At the same time as the sniper fighters opened fire, the fighters of the leopard cavalry battalion also opened fire.

Nearly 600 tiger guns, constantly firing, a series of mini bombs whistling away, like a sudden pouring of raindrops, constantly falling in the middle of the tartars, bringing up blood flowers. Unlike the sniper detachment, their shooting is the most basic that does not require precise aiming, as long as they shoot at the tartars.

"Puff puff!"

"Puff puff!"

"Puff puff!"

The Tartars who rushed up suddenly fell in pieces. There were intermittent screams and moans in between. Mini bullets are soft bullets that burst open when fired into the human body, causing great trauma. If you hit the vital point of the human body, you will naturally be killed on the spot. If you don't hit the vital point, the pain from the wound is absolutely fatal. Even the fiercest of Tartars could not bear such pain unless they fainted.

The clearing outside the entire valley instantly became messy. There were fallen Tartar corpses everywhere, and there were scattered bows and arrows, spears, waist knives, and fur hats thrown everywhere. The blood continued to flow, forming messages that gathered in the low-lying places. The wounded with tartars writhed in pain in pools of blood. Someone couldn't bear the pain, so he took out a horn knife, stabbed it in his chest, and committed suicide.

In the intensive shooting just now, at least hundreds of Tartars fell. The number of fallen white-armored soldiers was at least five. As for the number of fallen redarmies, it was even more. However, the Tartar continued to rush upward. At the same time, the Tartars who were besieging the Wenxiang Sect in the valley also withdrew from the valley and joined the battlefield. The fighting in the valley has subsided for the time being.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Tartar's Niu Lu Zhangjing kept waving his scimitar in the back.

The three hundred Tartar soldiers happened to be a Niu Lu unit, commanded by a Niu Lu Zhangjing. This group of Tartars' Niu Lu Zhangjing is a very fierce guy, burly, covered in black hair, and looks like a wild man. In fact, most of the Tartars are similar to the Savages. He kept shouting behind him, drinking so that the tartars around him rushed up desperately.

It may be that his brain is not very good, and until this time, he has not realized that he is not the opponent of the Tiger Ben Army at all. Finding that the companion in front of him was knocked down, this Niu Lu Zhangjing immediately rushed up by himself. His weapons were two large sharp axes. The swing of the axe is indeed quite scary. The Tartar, who had been a little recoiling, became full of courage again because of his appearance, and continued to rush up.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a peculiar gunshot.

Zhang Zhun couldn't help frowning, and then shook his head gently.

This yellow string is finally willing to shoot! I thought he would wait until the last Tartar was left before he would be willing to move his precious fingers! In a fight, this guy may just shoot a shot, what a personality!

"Poof!"

With the sound of Huang Xian's gun, a blood flower gently erupted from the head of that Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing. When the blood flower dispersed, there was a small blood hole in the center of the Tartar's eyebrows. Just like the plum blossom makeup of a woman in the Tang Dynasty, it is beautiful and charming.

Huang Xian's shot just hit the front door of the Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing. That Niu Lu Zhangjing shook slightly, as if he felt that nothing was wrong, and then continued to rush upward. However, his eyes began to gradually become sluggish. The two axes in his hand are also swaying from side to side in a controlled manner. When the Tartar next to him saw it, he looked very surprised, but no one could speak.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Tartar's Niu Lu Zhangjing fell down heavily.

His body was so tall that when he fell, he smashed up a layer of gray dirt. The two axes in his hand, each weighing more than thirty pounds. As a result, when the axe fell, it plunged heavily into the dirt and did not move.

Zhang Zhun saw this scene from the clairvoyant mirror, and couldn't help but sigh secretly. It's no wonder that the people of the Wenxiang Sect want to be beaten to the ground by the Tartars, they are really some fierce people in the Tartars. It's like the Tartar just now, if you don't use a powerful firebolt, shoot him from a long distance, or directly bombard him with a cannon. If you want to defeat him in hand-to-hand combat, I'm afraid it's very difficult.

The axe in his hand flew up and down, and the people around him couldn't get close at all. Even if Zhang Zhun goes up to fight him alone, he may not win. The Tartar was killed by a Aobai, and another came out. I don't know how many worships there are in Dengzhou City? How many worships did the entire Tartar army have?

When this Tartar as brave as Ao Bai fell, it alarmed the other Tartars. The remaining Tartars noticed that something was wrong and hurried back, trying to escape from the other side of the road. Zhang Zhun roughly estimated that there should be thirty or forty surviving Tartars. They fled quickly. In the blink of an eye, he ran out of twenty or thirty feet.

"Feng Wei!"

"Get on the horse and chase it!"

Zhang Zhun shouted.

"Understood!"

Feng Wei agreed, and hurriedly beckoned the soldiers of his squad to get on their horses and chase after the fleeing Tartars. As for the other Tiger Ben soldiers, they searched steadily forward.

Dong Shuyan was completely stunned. From the beginning of the battle to the present, she has not realized what is really happening. The Wenxiang Sect was chased by these Tartars, and it was defeated, and even the elites around Xu Qingluan couldn't resist these Tartars. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhun defeated them so easily!

"Catch a few alive!"

"Interrogation!"

Zhang Zhun shouted at Dugu Hunt.

Dugu Hunt sent the order.

The soldiers of the Tiger Ben Army slowly stepped forward and carefully searched the bloody battlefield. With Zhang Zhun's order to catch alive, the soldiers tried their best to identify the tartars who had not yet died. Of course, if the Tartars still try to resist stubbornly, then they will have to be given a bayonet. Many of the Tartars refused to surrender even if they died, and the warriors of the Tiger Army had no choice but to fulfill their wishes and send him on his way.

Huang Xian appeared like a ghost beside that Tartar Niu Lu Zhangjing. He slowly squatted down and looked at Niu Lu Zhangjing's face carefully, and there was no expression on his face. Then, from the waist of the tartar, he took out a short knife inlaid with gold, and prepared to take it for himself. Tartars with status like to inlay gold on their weapons, and this Tartar's Niu Lu Zhangjing is no exception.

Dugu Hunt passed by him, glanced at the golden short knife intentionally or unintentionally, and said coldly: "Huang Xian, pay attention to discipline." ”

Huang Xian nodded, and said with a calm expression: "I'll play for three days, and then turn it in." ”

Dugu Hunt continued to walk forward, and saw Fan Zhihui standing next to the white-armored soldier who fell to the ground, so he walked over by the way. The white-armored soldier who was broken by Fan Zhihui had his legs broken, and after realizing the defeat, he had already committed suicide with a short knife. Almost every Tartar has a short knife on their body, and if it doesn't feel good, this short knife is the tool they use to commit suicide.

Fan Zhihui said obscurely: "I originally wanted to catch a living person, damn, I actually committed suicide!" ”

He suddenly lost control of his emotions, raised his tiger gun, and stabbed the Tartar white-armored soldier several times with a bayonet. He was about to raise his bayonet and stab the Tartar in the face, but was stopped by Dugu Hunt.

Dugu Hunt frowned and said, "He's dead." ”

Fan Zhihui was stunned for a while, then squatted down a little distracted, and said a little sadly: "My father died in the hands of the Tartars, and my father participated in the Battle of Salhu...... My dad ...... I said I was going to avenge my father...... I want people to be crushed to pieces...... I'm going to make them suffer the most horrible pain before they die......"

Dugu Hunt was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Lord Dudu's father also died at the hands of the Tartars...... Abusing the corpses of your enemies will make you lose your mind. ”

Fan Zhihui was slightly stunned, and then subconsciously asked, "Really?" ”

Dugu Hunt nodded and turned around.

Fan Zhihui looked at the tartar on the ground blankly, suddenly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then grabbed the tiger and followed Dugu Hunting.

At this time, Feng Wei and his team also returned. All the Tartars were shot by them. In other words, it's this small group of Tartars, and no one has slipped through the net. In the end, the battlefield was counted, and a total of 267 Tartars were killed and three were captured alive. When the three Tartars were captured alive, they were already in a coma. When I woke up, I found that I was tied up by five flowers.

As for the language of the Tatars, many soldiers in the Tiger Ben Army understand it. Zhang Zhun immediately ordered someone to be interrogated. The three Tartars were interrogated in turn, and then combined to verify the situation. In the end, the general situation basically came out.

These tartars are mainly white flags. Most of the Tartars stationed in Dengzhou City this time were with white flags, and some were inlaid with white flags. The owner of the white flag is Dorgon. The owner of the white flag is Duoduo. Now, the two are indeed in Dengzhou City. As far as they knew, about half of the bulls with the white flag and the inlaid white flag had come to Dengzhou City.

"Push it out!"

"Beheaded!"

After asking about the situation, Zhang Zhun said coldly.

The three Tartars were pushed out and beheaded in public.

At this time, the people of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, who were surrounded by the Tartars in the valley, also came out of the valley. In this group of people, there are several gorgeous women. The first of them was a woman, about thirty years old, and she was very elegant. I saw that her teeth were white and her lips were red, her eyebrows were curved and her cheeks were plump, her skin was white and delicate, her attitude was beautiful, her charm was graceful, her hair was beautiful, and her beauty was in her bones. Tall, slender and plump, moderate in length, delicate and fit, cloudy and misty sideburns, floating like a fairy.

Her figure is extremely well-proportioned, round and jade, her measurements are also very standard, her waist is very thin, and she probably has never given birth. Her temperament is not as charming and charming as Dong Shuyan, delicate and moving, but quiet and graceful, elegant and gorgeous, and she makes people awe when she meets, and she really looks like a virgin.

If you are not mistaken, this woman is one of the leaders of the Smelling Fragrance Sect, Xu Qingluan, known as the Holy Mother of the White Lotus. No wonder the Tartar was desperately chasing her. She is indeed an excellent prey for men!