Kang Mazi looked up at her surroundings in horror. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Everyone was scattering and fleeing like headless flies, the terrifying weapons on the hillside were constantly spraying flames, bullets whizzing over his head, or stirring up a cloud of dust in the dirt, or hitting the fleeing Eight Banners elites, piercing their bodies, taking their lives with the splatters of flesh and blood, and the dead bodies kept falling in his vision, and almost all of them were people he could name, almost all of them were ministers, and he even saw Prince Zhuang Bo Guoduo fall less than two feet away from him, Then he stared at himself with dead eyes.

Kang Mazi buried his head deeply.

He crawled on the ground like a worm, taking off his dragon robe as he crawled, and happened to be next to a dead body of Beizi, he hurriedly lay there and carefully picked it off and put it on himself, the dragon robe is too conspicuous, if you want to escape, you must not wear this, not only the dragon robe, but also the crown and other things are thrown as far as they want.

But he forgot something.

"Your Highness, there's a guy over there with a golden mask on his face."

A soldier in the bunker said to Yang Feng with a telescope, and then pointed his finger at him, because of the angle of the sun, Yang Feng's position just happened to see a golden reflection.

"Brother Ma, where are you!"

Yang Feng said with a sinister smile.

Immediately after that, he moved the muzzle of Makqin's gun slightly, and the stormy bullet immediately shone on Kang Mazi.

Kang Mazi had just finished changing his clothes, he was beaten directly and hugged his head and curled up in the dirt screaming with all his might, the bullet was like a hail of mud splashing around him, the dead body of the shell was even more beaten, the broken flesh kept falling on Kang Mazi's body, and even a bullet almost grazed his scalp and flew over and almost cut off the braid, and then another bullet drilled into his pist, poor chaff tartar emperor is now screaming helplessly like a little sheep besieged by wolves.

"Master, golden noodles, golden noodles!"

Suddenly, a mud-stained head emerged from a dirt pit not far away, shouting at him anxiously.

Kang Mazi immediately came to his senses, hurriedly pulled off his golden mask, and threw it out, who would have thought that the golden mask went straight to the head, Yang Feng, who was aiming at him, saw the golden light flying out, almost subconsciously turned the muzzle, and the dense bullets immediately swept over, the loyal minister screamed, and then the mask fell in front of him, and before he could react, a series of machine gun bullets arrived, and instantly beat him into a sieve.

"Xiong Aiqing!"

Kang Mazi shouted angrily.

Well, that's Xiong Cixu, who has been following him as faithfully as Li Guangdi, but poor Xiong University's generation of famous ministers, masters of science, actually died in a muddy puddle like this.

But his sacrifice was worth it.

After Kang Mazi threw away the golden mask, Yang Feng really couldn't find him, after all, there were too many dead corpses there, and they were almost piled up, and it was not easy to lock on to a target that was crawling on the ground from a distance of a few hundred meters in the midst of so many dead corpses, and at this time, some Qing troops who had woken up from the chaos also began to launch a counterattack, Yang Feng had to temporarily adjust the target and aim his gun at the attacking Qing army.

These warriors can be regarded as saving Kang Mazi and the fleeing Eight Banners refugees.

Although their attack was only to send them to their deaths, although the elite soldiers of these escort battalions were armed with the best short-barreled rifled guns and were considered to be well-trained, they unfortunately had no actual combat experience, especially against machine guns. They still lined up in a dense formation and shouted to kill the flame-spraying Makqin machine guns as they usually practiced, and then fell on the way to attack one by one in a blink of an eye, these Qing warriors still went forward one after another, and kept stubbornly using Yang Feng as a target, and then turned into piles of dead corpses.

Kang Mazi, who finally climbed to a safe distance, lay next to an ownerless war horse, watching this scene with grief and indignation.

"Master, master, the minion finally sees you again!"

Covered in blood, Li Guangdi lay at his feet and wept.

Obviously, Scholar Li also suffered a lot, and he didn't have a single ear, so he wrapped it in a rag, and when he saw Kang Mazi, he was like the dog that was smoked and saw the owner with tears in his eyes, and Kang Mazi couldn't help but feel his loyalty. It's just that his loyalty is useless at this time, because Kang Mazi found that he was about to become a loner, not only his army, his civil and military officials, and even his wife and children didn't know where to run at this time, and there were no more than a hundred people in total who could gather around him, and fortunately, a Niu Lu from the military camp recognized him and came over with a group of routs.

The rest of the camp, whether it was his escort camp or the refugees who followed him, had completely collapsed at this time.

There's no way not to crash.

Follow him south in order to take the meridian road to Hanzhong, but now Yang Feng blocked the meridian pass and can't enter the meridian road, unless he goes over the mountains and mountains from both sides of the mountains, but the problem is that so many people are carrying large bags of luggage, especially food, and the meridian road can not provide more than 100,000 people with food along the way.

The best choice left is to go west, to Fengyukou along the Feng River upstream, to feed Ziping and then turn the meridian road, but that road is not very good, at least don't expect to catch a carriage, especially now that the summer is still the time of flash floods, as for the rest of the carriage, that is, you can only go to the south of Zhou to take Fu Luo Road, but the problem is that no one in the Ming army knows when to kill it, so that no one cares about others, everyone cares about each person, who likes to go how to go.

What's more, everyone knows that Kang Mazi is a disaster star, and if he follows him, he will definitely become the target of the Ming army, if he doesn't follow him, the Ming army will not chase a group of old and weak women and children, so that no one will come here, even if there is someone who recognizes the emperor, they all pretend not to see it and walk away.

Of course, Kang Mazi doesn't care about these anymore, and the most important thing now is to escape.

But how can you escape?

"Master, this meridian road can't go, the thief guards the meridian pass, we can't get through, go to Fengyukou with the master's body can't stand it, only go west as soon as possible Fu Luo Road, the thief cavalry from Tongguan to here will take almost a day, let's go fast enough to rush into the front of the mountain, as long as we enter the mountain, we burn the plank road while walking, the thief can't catch up no matter what."

Li Guangdi said.

"Just Yi Aiqing!"

Kang Mazi said.

But at this time, he couldn't ride a horse, but the carriage was too slow, after all, it was difficult for them to find a suitable road now, so they finally found two horses, made a soft pocket in the middle, and then let Kang Mazi lie inside, he now has a wound on his leg, a wound on his pi thigh, and there is no other position to choose except lying on his stomach, so he hurriedly started a new round of escape, and there was only one minister beside him, a Qing army Niu Lu and seventy soldiers.

Nothing else is gone.

Yang Feng didn't know that his brother Ma had already run away, and at this time he had completely annihilated the hundreds of Qing troops attacking, and then raised the muzzle of his gun, and began to strafe the hardcore crops that were scattered and fleeing outside the meridian, and then watched them fall one by one under the bullets.

In this collapse of more than 100,000 people, there are too many small groups of refugees like Kang Mazi, after taking off the dragon robe and taking off the golden mask, Kang Mazi is no different from other fleeing dignitaries except for the ugliness, and it is not difficult to escape from Yang Feng's sight. Besides, Yang Feng's goal of blocking the meridian mouth was not to kill Kang Mazi, his goal was just to block the nearest road and buy time for the pursuing Ming army.

At this time, the pursuing survival battalion had reached Xi'an.

"Quick, open the gates!"

Outside the Changle Gate, a cavalryman galloped with two deputy horses, and the dragon holding the sun and moon flag in his hand was flying.

In front of him, the green battalion soldiers hurriedly opened the city gate as fast as possible, and then waited to welcome Wang Shi with a flattering smile, but Wang Shi obviously didn't have time to talk nonsense with them, this cavalry rushed into Changle Gate like a gust of wind, and almost at the same time, countless war horses behind him rolled like a torrent and crashed directly into Changle Gate, while the cavalry in front of him, as a leader, kept shooting into the sky, shouting and dispersing the crowd on the streets of the city to clear the way for the army.

Immediately after that, in a field of chickens, flying dogs, jumping in the torrent of this iron horse, they passed through Xi'an City and rushed out of Andingmen in the same way and went straight to Zhouzhi.

More than ten miles south of them, Kang Mazi's team is also running west in an almost parallel route, their destination is Luoyukou in the southwest of Zhouzhi County, and then from there go south to take the Fu Luo Road, this ancient plank road is the most difficult of the Qinling Mountains, but Kang Mazi has no other choice, if he continues to go west to the Bao Slope Road, it is likely to be caught up by the Ming army, this road is at least closer. In addition to his team, in fact, there are many fleeing banner people who also choose this road, and behind him a scattered fleeing army is also following, and this fleeing army is followed by a large number of bandits, local militias, green camp defenders, and even ordinary people carrying farm tools.

They certainly don't follow the light.

Who doesn't love this opportunity to beat the water dogs? Even if there is no money, those poor villagers are happy to drag a grid or something home to hot kang, but this poor army of refugees is like a wildebeest migrating from Africa, surrounded by countless lions, with a bunch of crocodiles in front of them, and then people are constantly pounced, torn apart, and dragged away, leaving behind a long road of blood and tears. (To be continued.) )