Chapter 7: White Armor
Han Chao looked carefully: "There is a cannon sound, a beam of smoke, it seems that the Tartars are less than 100 people, and there should be no more than 20 people!" ”
Everyone hurriedly looked, and sure enough, there were several puffs of smoke and dust in the northwest direction, which were getting bigger and bigger, and then bursts of howling monsters like wild beasts came, and in the smoke and dust, several Houjin cavalry appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and on the four sides in front of them, there were more than a dozen Ming people running in fright.
These people, men and women, old and young, were all crying out in panic and with desperate expressions on their faces. The Houjin cavalry seemed to be playing a game of cat and mouse, and they were not busy starting, but just roaring back and forth, constantly driving these men and women to the side of Jingbiandun.
Suddenly, Ma Ming cried: "It's Erya, oh my God, oh my God, how could she meet the ...... of the Tartar?"
Everyone looked, and sure enough, the woman who fled in front of the people was not Ma Ming's wife, who was Shi? At this time, her bun was scattered, and the shoes on her feet were missing, crying and fleeing straight to the pier, and the desolate voice faintly came: "Master, save me......"
Ma Ming shouted desperately: "Erya, Erya! ”
He shouted to Zhong Dayong: "Zhongtou, open the door quickly, let Erya come in, it's too late!" ”
Zhong Dayong said angrily: "What are you talking about, what should I do if the Tartars take advantage of the situation to rush in?" Our wives are all here. ”
Ma Ming knelt down and begged Zhong Dayong desperately, but Zhong Dayong just blushed and didn't speak, and everyone in the rest of the pier was silent.
The few Houjin soldiers rushed to the front, around the Jingbian pier could not stop showing off their might, loudly pointing and making fun of the pier, while whipping the people around them with whips, with the momentum of the horses, each of their whips was rolled up a piece of flesh and blood, especially Shi was beaten to the point of blood.
The people outside the pier were crying out in despair and despair, especially Shi's shouting, which was even more painful, and everyone in the pier had ugly faces.
Suddenly, a few terrible screams came, and everyone in the pier hurriedly looked out, but it was those Houjin soldiers who jumped back and forth to slash and kill those people, thinking that these Houjin soldiers had played enough, and they were finally going to start.
Ma Ming jumped up all of a sudden, and shouted outside the pier: "Erya, run, run!" ”
Shi desperately fled towards the pier gate, and suddenly she screamed, brought out a rain of blood, and fell to the ground heavily, and a horse appeared behind her, but it was the knight in gold and silver armor, and the smug face was extremely dazzling.
Ma Ming cried loudly, and hit the wall in front of him with both fists, until the flesh and blood were blurred, and he still didn't know it.
Everyone in the pier was desolate, Qi Tianliang silently patted Ma Ming's shoulder, but he didn't know what to say, only a long sigh remained.
The rear gold-and-silver cavalry wheeled the horse monster and rushed towards the pier gate, howling, and then turned his horse back triumphantly, and so on several times.
Han Zhong said hatefully: "Brother, the Tartar is too rampant, are you sure to shoot him with an arrow?" ”
Han Chao shook his head: "This Tartar soldier always drives around sixty paces away, and the odds are not great!" ”
Wang Dou opened the big bow in his hand without saying a word, slowly pulled up the bowstring, and quietly looked at the white-armored cavalry who rode his horse again. The big Kaiyuan bow in his hand is a hard bow handed down from the ancestors, the ancestor Wang Hu used this bow to fight in the north and south, the bow power reached two stones, and the long arrow on the bowstring was also a special iron arrow.
Wang Dou waited calmly, his thumb lightly pressed on his middle finger, and above his thumb, there was also a copper wrench. Looking at Wang Dou's appearance, everyone on the hanging tower couldn't help but look at him, this Wang ...... What is this Wang Dou going to do? Even the two Han and Chao brothers who didn't accept the night in the dun were not sure to shoot the Tartar, and he Wang Dou was so sure?
Wang Dou's mind was not wavering, and when the white-armored cavalry rushed over, it was closer, closer, one hundred steps, ninety steps, eighty steps, seventy steps, it was now.
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On the ground outside the pier, Ma Ming hugged his wife's body and wept bitterly, and everyone watched silently, and several women comforted him softly from time to time.
Wang Dou was sad, Shi was a good woman, she had always been kind to herself in the dun, she was fine yesterday, but today she became a cold corpse, in this world, human life is as cheap as grass. At this time, he was pregnant with Xie Xiuniang and his mother in Xinzhuang, and they were in the village...... It should be all right, right?
At this time, a few surviving people on the side of the pier cowered and gathered around, a few people threw themselves on the ground and cried bitterly, among which there was an old man in his fifties, his face was full of sad expressions, he led a few people to thank Zhong Dayong: "Thank you for the grace of the military master to save his life, great kindness, the old man will never dare to forget!" ”
Wang Dou saw that these people were all in tattered clothes, their faces were vegetable, and their faces were full of horror for the rest of their lives, but listening to the accent, they didn't seem to be security locals.
Zhong Dayong also heard it at once, he held his fat belly, and asked the old man: "Listen to the accent, the old man, you don't seem to be a local, where did you come from?" ”
The old man wept and said: "We came from Huailai, our hometown suffered a disaster, and was ransacked by the Tartars, I really can't survive, I only have to take refuge with relatives and friends in Ulzhou, I didn't expect to meet the Tartar soldiers today, fortunately there is a military master to rescue, otherwise we would all die here today!" ”
As he spoke, he kowtowed several more times.
Zhong Dayong said "um" casually, he touched his sparse beard, he didn't know what he was thinking, a pair of thin eyes just turned on the old man and a few surviving people, a trace of vicious light flashed in a flash, Yang Tong next to him looked at his face, and also turned around on the old man.
Feeling the strangeness of Zhong Dayong and the others, the old man and a few people became uneasy.