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Soon, with the complete ignition of the stables and hay piles, in the direction of the post station, the raging flames soared into the sky, and under the instigation of the wind and snow, the fire continued to spread inside, and the whole post station seemed to become a big furnace burning in the heavy snow.

The Tartars inside couldn't sit still, and the fires on all sides made them realize that the opponent had premeditated, and they also gave up the plan to fight the fire, and quickly gathered towards the gate, ready to break through at any time.

At this time, Li Yuanqing had already commanded the soldiers under his command, and used this short time to build a snow wall more than one person high outside the gate, in an arc, surrounding the gate of the post station, completely protecting the official road behind.

This time, even if the Tartar wanted to ride his horse into the official road from the inside, it was no longer possible.

If they want to rush out, they must break through Li Yuanqing's snow wall and human flesh defense line.

More than 150 soldiers had quickly leaned over the snow wall, staring at the movement in the direction of the gate.

And Xu Heizi and Wang Haibu on both sides also quickly leaned towards the snow wall, waiting for the Tartars to break through.

However, even though there was chaos in the inn, these Tartars did not rush to the door, the gate had been opened, and a few people rode horses to observe the door for a while, and then quickly retreated into the door.

They obviously also discovered the situation outside and did not dare to rush it.

"Dog's day Tartar, it's really patient. Do they want to be roast pigs? Junko couldn't help but spit hard.

The soldiers around him were also extremely nervous.

Although they have taken the absolute initiative, the notoriety of the Tartars in Liaodi is not just talking.

Even Li Yuanqing's heart beat a lot faster.

From Guangning all the way to Zhenjiang, and from Zhenjiang to the present, Li Yuanqing has also experienced a lot of battlefield training, but in the real sense, facing real slaves, facing the elite of real slaves, this is the first time.

At this time, although there are few Tartars, but five red armors, three white armors, plus two leaders and one generation, I am afraid that just these eleven people can reach the hundred soldiers on Li Yuanqing's side.

Not to mention, they also have dozens of Han army flag soldiers and post station guards.

At this time, Xu Heizi and Wang Haibu also rushed over, and Xu Heizi saw that Tartar was reluctant to break through, and he was also a little anxious, "My lord, throw them some more firewood sticks." I don't believe they can wait to be cooked. ”

Li Yuanqing pondered for a moment, "You let a few soldiers with strong arms do it and try to keep it hidden." I guess the Tartars don't want to break through, but they are wearing armor. ”

Xu Heizi also understood what Li Yuanqing meant.

Tartars must wear thick armor when fighting, and even in this state at this time, they are not rash, and their discipline can be seen.

However, the matter has come to this point, let alone a few Tartars, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, there is no way out for the sons.

Xu Heizi immediately summoned more than a dozen soldiers with strong arms in his headquarters, ignited some firewood sticks, and threw them in the direction of the post gate.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......"

The flames lit by the firewood sticks could already allow the soldiers on Li Yuanqing's side to clearly see the hideous faces of those Tartars dozens of steps away.

Although they were embarrassed, their expressions were hideous, presumably, this first wave of fire attack had already made them accumulate a lot of resentment.

"Son of a Tartar, go die." A soldier with a long arm violently threw a firewood stick in the direction of the post gate.

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly swept in the direction of the post gate, almost in an instant, a cold light flashed, "poof......" a dull sound, the soldier stood in place, his throat had been pierced by a black feather arrow, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly fell headlong on the snow wall, and there was no more movement.

Only the bright red blood flowing from the neck of the 'Gugu' dyed the snow wall bright red.

Li Yuanqing's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted in a low voice, "Hide behind the snow wall and don't show your head." ”

The soldiers did not dare to slack off, nor did they dare to throw burning sticks anymore, and hid behind the snow wall.

Li Yuanqing was also shocked in his heart.

At this time, the snow wall was almost fifty paces away from the gate of the inn, and although there was firelight, there was no moon tonight, and the visibility was very low.

But even in this state, the Houjin archer on the opposite side was able to accurately hit the soldier's throat with one blow, this, what kind of accurate archery should this be.

At least, there are nearly 10,000 people under Mao Wenlong's command, and Li Yuanqing has never seen anyone with such means.

Even if Chen Jisheng's personal soldier Niu Er, known as the 'marksman', I am afraid it will be difficult to do it.

This person's grasp of opportunities and confidence in his own archery skills are probably at the point of reaching the pinnacle.

Li Yuanqing only hated that his side did not have long-range strike firepower, otherwise, how could he tolerate these dog Tartars being so arrogant?

But this arrow also made Li Yuanqing sober up.

Although it seems that you have an absolute advantage, it is still unknown what will happen next.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners of the Later Jin Dynasty were able to sweep through the Liaodi, but it was by no means as simple as it was said in the history books of later generations.

It's somewhat similar to the national football team and the Brazilian team.

The players of the Brazilian team, almost from their mother's womb, grew up with football, their innate instinct, coupled with their acquired efforts, made them born for football.

And the gods of the national football team, for various reasons, don't understand which one is their main business.

One is instinctive in dealing with war, and the other is forced to leave home halfway, how dare Li Yuanqing slack off half a point?

"Fucking lift Lao Tzu's spirits. What are you panicking about? There are so many of us, and we are still afraid of his dozens of tartars who were burned off the balls? Don't show your head, wait for my orders at any time. ”

Seeing that the soldiers on his side were still palpitating, Li Yuanqing couldn't help but roar in a low voice.

Even if these Tartars are all elites, Li Yuanqing doesn't believe it, he has planned so carefully, can they really put on wings and fly away?

Hearing the shouts of their own adults, the soldiers eased up a little, carefully hiding behind the snow wall, and never dared to show their heads rashly.

Xu Heizi also calmed down and walked quickly to Li Yuanqing's side, "My lord, these dog Tartars are very piercing." ”

Li Yuanqing was relieved at this time.

If the Tartars want to hold on, I'm afraid it will never be so easy.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and after a while, even if the forest is ignited, it is not impossible. They won't fail to see this and will have to rush out sooner or later.

However, Li Yuanqing also admired the patience of the Tartar commander, and at such an extent, he could still be so calm.

But the enemy is getting stronger and stronger, which makes Li Yuanqing's competitive spirit rise up.

Not to mention the Houjin nobles, even the generations, the leaders, and even the white armor are all battlefield heroes, and with their age, they can survive the harsh battlefield, which has already proved their strength.

If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates.

At this time, these soldiers around him are all Li Yuanqing's descendants, but Li Yuanqing is the head of the horse, and he has an unforgettable hatred for the Tartars.

Even if Li Yuanqing asked them to charge the post gate now and die, these soldiers would not hesitate in the slightest.

This obviously doesn't have the problem of being a pig-like teammate.

It's just that the lack of congenital conditions makes them lack sensitivity to war and lack the experience of victory.

And at this time, these Tartars in front of them will become their touchstone, no~~~, they should be stepping stones.

At this time, in the direction of the post station, the Tartar shot this arrow, obviously raising the spirit, and a Han army flag soldier shouted loudly at the door: "The people on the other side, you heard clearly." My master, whether you are a Ming army or a bandit, if you know each other, retreat quickly. Otherwise, my master and son will come out together, and you will surely die without a place to be buried. ”

Junko couldn't help it, and hid behind the snow wall and scolded: "I'm phew." Dog traitor on dog days. If you don't fucking come out, just wait to be roasted into a roast pig inside. Your master is awesome, but he came out? See if Lao Tzu doesn't unscrew his dog's head as a night pot. ”

Xu Heizi also scolded, "Dog traitor." Your ancestral grave has been dug up by the Tartars. If you roll over and kowtow to Ye now, Ye may be in a good mood and can spare your life. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will have to pick your heart and liver and feed the dog. ”

"You lowly dogs. Okay, toast without eating and drinking? Then wait for death. After speaking, the Han army flag soldier quickly disappeared behind the gate.

"This shit, it's running fast." Junko scolded in a low voice, and the knife in her hand was stuck in the snow beneath her feet.

Li Yuanqing was extremely calm at this time, and the Tartars actually let the soldiers of the Han Army Banner shout, which showed that they could no longer sit still.

Ahead, the fire swayed back and forth with the strong wind, and was already faintly blowing in the direction of the gate, and they should soon break through.

"Fucking lift Lao Tzu's spirits. The Tartars are afraid to do it. Li Yuanqing shouted to the surroundings in a low voice, and the steel knife in his hand was already firmly in his hand.

The surrounding soldiers did not dare to slack off, and they clenched their weapons one after another, waiting for Li Yuanqing's next order.

At this moment, the gate of the post station opened again, and in a moment, five or six fast horses rushed towards the snow wall.

Li Yuanqing's eyes lit up, "Duan Xiliang, stop them." ”

Duan Xiliang was impatient to wait, and with a loud shout, he beckoned to the soldiers around him, and rushed to the snow wall.

Fast horses are fast, but the distance from the post gate to the snow wall is too short for them to reach their fastest speed, and it is impossible to cross the snow wall.

Several riders also noticed the problem and tried to turn the horse's head around just as they approached the snow wall.

Unfortunately, the snow layer is too thick, although these Mongolian war horses have long adapted to the cold weather in the northeast, but the thickness of the snow layer, they obviously can't twist freely as if they were on flat ground.

Even the riders who control them are all very skilled.

In an instant, the horse in front of him could not turn around, his body slipped, and he fell to the ground at once, letting out a painful neigh.

Its rider was also unlucky, and was thrown a few steps away, crashing into a wall of snow.

Duan Xiliang's soldiers were willing to let go of this opportunity, rushed up and slashed indiscriminately, and they had already chopped this rider into pulp.

The rest of the horses were a little behind, and when they saw this, they turned around desperately, turned and ran back.

Duan Xiliang still wanted to chase after him, but Li Yuanqing hurriedly shouted the order, shouted this guy back, and asked him and the soldiers to quickly hide back under the snow wall to rest.

Xu Heizi had already probed the rider's body through the snow wall at this time, and quickly came back to report to Li Yuanqing, "My lord, it's the rider of the Han Army Banner. ”

Li Yuanqing nodded, in this case, how could a real slave easily come out and die? It must be the cannon fodder of the Han military flag.

It's really chilling to think about, such a Han rider with superb riding skills actually wants to work for the Jurchens and serve as cannon fodder.

But at this time, Li Yuanqing obviously didn't have time to think about these small details, and whispered to Xu Heizi: "It's almost time, the Tartar is coming for real." ”

Xu Heizi nodded heavily, "I'm afraid that the dog won't come out." ”

As soon as the two finished speaking, there was movement in the direction of the gate of the post station, and more than a dozen Han army flag soldiers wearing several layers of armor, holding round shields and wooden planks in front of them, quickly poured out from inside.

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