Xie Yike and the others rushed forward, and the night guards in the front two rows all raised their handcuffs in their left hands when they were thirty steps away from Qingqi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The Zhenghuang Banner Sentinels on the opposite side, the first and second rows in front, most of them were the cavalry soldiers of this Qing cavalry, seeing that the Jingbian Army did not put away their handcuffs neatly at night, many of them were pale, and their Adam's apple was rolling violently, and no one was not afraid of the firearms of the Jingbian Army.

Moreover, firearms are no better than their javelins, iron bones and other throwing weapons, when they are fired, the action is not obvious, it is difficult to predict dodge, and after the trigger is pulled and the gun is over, it may be too late to dodge.

Predicting the distance between the two sides is the business of Ma Ziren, the first row commander, who holds a long knife in one hand and holds his handcuff in his left hand, and the hand holding the gun does not move at all.

His face sank like water, and he saw the hideous expressions of the Tartars on the other side, and it was clear that many of them were holding their javelins and other objects, ready to shoot.

Estimating that the two sides had entered twenty-five steps, he suddenly shouted: "Let's go!" ”

There was a loud bang, and the pungent white smoke rose up, and in an instant it was thrown behind by the galloping horses.

The Jingbian troops in the first and second rows did not collect their guns at night, and the Zhenghuang flag sentry riders on the opposite side had already paid full attention, and after hearing the sound of guns, they subconsciously dodged, wanting to hide in stirrups or something, but how could their actions compare to the guns?

I saw that the yellow flag tartars were bleeding from their bodies, screaming and falling under their horses, and some of the tartar horses were struck, and they jumped up frantically in pain and fright.

In the blink of an eye, there are one or two rows. Even the third row of Tartars. Eight or nine men and horses were shot and killed, and the surging Yellow Banner cavalry was stunned.

But in an instant, the two sides got closer, and the remaining Tartars roared, not to mention the remnants of the first and second rows, but the Bayalas in the third row, as they rode their horses closer, they also desperately threw their javelins, iron bones and other weapons.

With a muffled sound of pain, most of these tartars with yellow flags actually threw weapons with their right hands. It is undeniable that they are very accurate, and in the face of javelins, throwing axes and other objects that are shot over, Ma Ziren and others dodge one after another.

But there are always people who can't react. Beside Ma Ziren, there was a soldier who did not collect at night, and a javelin shot by the lightning pierced directly through his chest, and the huge inertia directly caused him to fall off the horse.

A throwing axe circled over and almost slashed Ma Ziren's neck.

In front of the bench, an iron bone with a cold light shot rapidly towards his face, this iron bone duo is like a miniature version of his sledgehammer. The hammer is full of spikes.

Roar!

There was a low roar in the throat of the bench, and the hammer in his right hand was like nothing, and he flicked it easily, and when it sounded, sparks erupted, and the iron bones flew in no direction.

He didn't have the reflexes of the bench on his left side, and he misjudged the direction of a weapon thrown in front of him, and was slashed in the left neck by an axe.

He rolled off the horse, blood in his neck. It gushes like a fountain. He clutched his neck and struggled desperately on the ground, but the blood kept pouring out of his fingers, and his eyes were wide open, not knowing what he was thinking......

There are also some people who don't collect at night and are shot by Iron Guduo and others. With a muffled snort, they all fell off their horses.

The throwing weapon of the Qing soldiers. The power at close range was very great, and it even caused casualties to seven or eight men and horses in the Jingbian army's nightly retreat.

In particular, the night guards in the front row suffered heavy casualties.

However, at this time, the two iron streams had collided head-on, and the brutal hand-to-hand combat with cold weapons began.

Ma Ziren roared angrily and staggered past a vest soldier. At the moment of passing by, the spur that could avoid the stabbing of this vest flashed, and a knife slashed at the back of the neck of this vest, and in the blood mist brought up, the vest was directly split into the dust.

His splitting method is also an essential technique of riding a knife, slashing from behind the enemy to the front of his body, so that when fighting, he will not lose his balance in the air, and he will not be stuck in the air because of the riding knife and cannot be pulled out. The kind of knife method that slashes people along the speed of the horse is generally to hold the saber directly horizontally. …,

However, against heavily armored enemies, it is obviously not very effective.

Jie Yifeng's equestrian skills have been maximized, and he looked at a vest holding a tiger tooth knife in front of him, and smashed it at him with a heavy hammer in his hand with the horse's momentum.

The tartar was also extremely strong, and under the high, pointed helmet was a face covered with scars, and his expression was fierce, and he tried to swing the tiger tooth knife down.

However, he just threw out an iron bone with his right hand, and then took the tiger tooth knife in his hand, and Jieyi Feng had rushed in front of him.

These Tartars with a yellow flag thought that the Jingbian Army was the Ming Army of other departments, and dared to throw weapons with their right hands at close range? In this breath of life and death, because he was just holding the weapon in his right hand, whether it was strength or prediction, he was a big step short of his peak state.

Even if he reacted quickly, his body couldn't cooperate, his tiger tooth knife had just been wheeled, and the big hammer that revealed Yifeng had already swept heavily on his blade.

In the loud noise, the Tartar tiger's mouth broke, and the tiger tooth knife came out of his hand, and in his frightened gaze, the hammer of Yifeng swept over his head.

Great head!

A big good head, like a rotten watermelon in an instant, was torn apart, and blood was raining.

Even if Jie Yifeng's horse flashed quickly, there were still some flesh and brains, splashed on Jie Yifeng's head, face, and even some into his mouth.

A salty, sweet taste.

A thought subconsciously flashed through Jie Yifeng's mind, Lao Tzu had never eaten human flesh, it turned out to be this taste.

It seems that the thinking can't keep up with the instinct, and a tiger gun comes head-on, and the Tartar in front of him is dressed in shining armor, with a carved feather inserted in the helmet, and his eyes are fierce and cruel, it is actually a Tartar of the forward battalion.

This Tartar is worthy of a hundred battle sergeants, and both the timing and the gun's momentum seem to be wonderful. However, the only mistake he made was that he should not throw the weapon with his right hand, so that his strength and prediction were the same as those of a tartar in front of him.

The two horses were wrong, and at the moment of lightning and fire, Jieyifeng's body shape was slightly wrong, and the long tiger spear blade picked off the felt hat on Jieyifeng's head, but he swept his right hand at the same time.

It's just a sweep, though. But with the help of horses. But the power is incomparably strong.

Rumble!

His sledgehammer slammed down on his right shoulder, and the sound of bones and bones shattering was loud, and the forward battalion tartar spurted blood from his mouth, and after running a few steps on his horse, he still fell headlong.

I don't know if he will regret it before he dies, he shouldn't have thrown his iron bones with his right hand in front of the Jingbian army.

Crazy shouts, weapons clashing. The screams of the soldiers on both sides before they died were incessant.

The battle of this cold weapon is so cruel, and the harvest of life is so fast. But because the Tartar sentry rode forward. The reason why most of them used their right hands to throw weapons, in the battle at this time, on the contrary, the Jingbian army did not gain the upper hand at night.

Xie Yike held his own horse lance, and the horses moving at high speed were as steady as Mount Tai, and he was facing him, and he was a Baya Lazhuangda with a yellow flag.

He was not tall but extremely strong, with his mouth open, showing yellow canine teeth, and a low roar coming from his mouth. It feels like a wolf. He wielded a long sword, and had just slashed off a night of unrelenting armor, and the flesh of the warrior was still stained on his shining armor.

Seeing Xie Yike's horse lance pointed directly at his throat, he didn't show the slightest horror, his eyes were instantly blood-red, and his throat roared like a beast again, and as soon as his hands were raised, the knife was about to slash at Xie Yike!

"Die!"

Xie Yike's delicate face was all distorted. The two horses were staggered, and the well-made horse lance in his hand stabbed the throat of this Baya Lazhuangda along the mysterious trajectory.

With a snort, the horse's long and shiny blade. Breaking through the resistance of the larynx bone, it appears to tear the tissues and muscles of the larynx of the tartar. Several strands of blood shot out. …,

A force passed into Xie Yike's hands, and in an instant, Xie Yike's fingers shook strangely, unloading that power, and at the same time, the lance of his horse lance arched slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the corpse of this bara was bounced away.

At the same time, the slender blade of this Zhuangda's bloodstained knife was not far from Xie Yike's head, and then it was powerless to fall into the dust.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Yike's eyes were empty, and the two sides had already rushed past each other.

At this time, the battle situation was not closed for thirty nights, and there were seventeen people on the horse, and only thirteen people remained on the Tartar side.

When they went out into battle, there were thirty-four of them, and they were killed and wounded by Ye Bushu and others, but only eight or nine men and horses, and most of the rest were killed and wounded, but they were caused by hand-to-hand combat.

They chose the wrong target, chose the wrong tactics, and in the face of the rest of the tofu scum Ming army, they could throw weapons with their right hands at close range, and in the face of the Jingbian army, there was only a dead end.

Looking at the remaining brothers beside him, many of them were still injured, Xie Yike bit his lower lip and roared again: "Kill all the Tartars!" ”

When he returned to the horse first, the rest of the people roared one after another, and the horses also followed, revealing Yifeng and Ma Ziren, still running close to Xie Yike.

At the same time, Ma Ziren's chest, blood oozed from time to time, and he slashed a Tartar off the horse, and at the same time, the chest was also slashed by the Tartar, although the chain mail was worn inside, but it still left a deep scar.

……

The incomparable resentment in Dasu's heart, such a result, he didn't expect.

In the battle, he didn't throw weapons, and he was skilled in combat, so he stabbed two Ming soldiers to death with a tiger spear and didn't collect it at night.

However, his martial arts and courage alone can't change the overall situation, after all, the Jingbian Army does not collect at night, and they are also excellent soldiers.

The superior forces at the time of the battle have achieved such results, and now there are thirteen people left on their side. Of the five Gebush warriors who went out with him, there was only one left, and the remaining Bayala was also few, how could he not be angry in his heart?

Look at the warriors beside them, they are all extremely frightened, and they have no heart to fight, such a battle is a great blow to them. However, the Ming army rushed up quickly, and if they turned around and fled like this, I was afraid that none of the people and horses around them would survive.

He raised his tiger spear and roared: "My warriors of the Qing Dynasty will not be afraid of these southern barbarians, kill!" ”

The rest of the Zhenghuang Banner Tartars also rose up bravely, roared and shouted one after another, and rushed back to their horses with weapons to kill, at this time there was no way to retreat, and they burst out with beast-like instincts.

There was no queue to talk about, and the two sides rushed back to kill, dozens of steps apart, and they were all rushing with a swarm of roars.

Xie Yike screamed wildly and rushed to the front, but Jieyifeng and Ma Ziren, driving the horses, suddenly rushed to the front of Xie Yike, and the same was true for the rest of the night. When the two sides approached, the front of the night did not withdraw their handcuffs and bombarded, and the Qing cavalry on the opposite side also threw a large handful of iron bones and other objects.

But they learned. Don't dare to throw a weapon with your right hand anymore. Changed to the left hand, but it has no strength to say, and the accuracy is too poor.

After a bang, three or four more Qing soldiers and horses fell, and only one horse was smashed in the night.

At this time, Xie Yike and the others had obvious advantages, almost two besieging one. However, at this time, the two sides were fighting, and they lost their horse speed, but they were crowded together, and it was difficult to solve the killing. Even many people dismounted to fight.

Xie Yikece watched the battle on his horse, and Ma Ziren was wielding his long knife and was fighting with the Tartars of a forward battalion, and they had already ridden their horses to fight each other for several rounds. Still a dead end.

However, this tartar is indeed fierce, and Ma Ziren was injured, and his physical strength was a little weak, and he saw that he was down. Seeing that the tartar rushed forward again, wielding a huge long-handled axe, and was about to slash at Ma Ziren's head, Xie Yike suddenly pulled out his handcuff from the saddle. …,

Bang!

A burst of fire burst out, and the forward battalion Tartar was bleeding from his chest, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and fell straight out. The big axe in his hand, I don't know where it went.

At this time, in the field, sporadic guns sounded from time to time, and the soldiers who fought at night did not collect them, and from time to time took the time to give the Tartar beside him a shot, such a melee situation was the time for the handcuffs to show their skills.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer Tartars in the field, and victory was in sight, suddenly Xie Yike heard the roar, but his expression was gloomy. A middle-aged tartar with red and thick skin rode his horse towards him. This Tartar is dressed as a forward battalion general, with an otter's tail on the top of his helmet and a black tassel hanging from the helmet, which is very likely. He is the leader of this group of yellow flag spies.

Xie Yike's eyes lit up and he roared. It was also the horse that galloped away to the tartar.

The horses on both sides are getting faster and faster, and when the wrong horses intersect, a horse lance and a tiger spear burst out with terrifying explosive power in an instant.

When the weapons of both sides clashed, the sound of air tearing between the eardrums of the two seemed to be heard.

With a loud bang, the horse lance and the tiger spear flew into the sky, and the tiger's mouth of the two broke and blood oozed out.

The tremendous force also made both of them roll off their horses.

Like a cheetah, Xie Yike's nerve reflex speed reached the fastest, and he immediately jumped up when he turned over, looking at the forward battalion Tartar opposite, the same is true.

At this moment, the horses of the two of them fled far away with the sound of neighing, and the remaining weapons of the two were on their horses.

With a brush, Xie Yike pulled out the first knife on his body, and Da Su also pulled out his own knife.

Both are daggers, small weapons used by soldiers on both sides of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

The two sides were staring at each other, Xie Yike calculated the best attack distance, and was about to pounce, when suddenly he heard a roar coming from the right rear, and then a heavy wind came to his rear, Xie Yike subconsciously flashed, and an iron bone hit him the back of his left shoulder.

There was a sharp pain, all the internal organs seemed to be displaced, and Xie Yike spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He was furious in his heart, how many years ago he was the same Tartar bow and arrow, and now he should be wounded?

His thoughts floated far away, but the reaction of the movements in his hands was not slow at all, the sword in his hand was raised, the knife flashed, and behind him was a Tartar who was drenched in blood and rushed forward, with an unbelievable look in his eyes, clutching his throat and kneeling on the ground to struggle.

And at this time, Da Su saw the opportunity, like an agile money leopard, and pounced on Xie Yike.

The strong wind sound and sharp shadows made Xie Yike subconsciously squint his eyes.

Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist, several sharp curved claws popped out from the two bracers, and these curved claws were made of steel, shining with a penetrating cold light. If Xie Yike had watched a movie in the future, he would have known that the weapon in his hand was quite similar to the wrist and claw of an alien.

Of course, Xie Yike would not agree with this, and he gave his wrist claw a resounding name: "Soul Chasing Claw!" ”

With a bang, the wrist claw of Xie Yike's left hand blocked Da Su's inevitable knife, and his right hand thrust upward, and the sharp steel claw was inserted from Da Su's throat, and then pierced out of his entire face.

In just an instant, there were multiple large holes in Dasu's face.

Dasu's body shook violently, and his eyes bulged out deeply, staring at Xie Yike deadly.

A large stream of blood gushed out of his mouth, as if he didn't expect that he would die here after a hundred battles.

Xie Yike looked at him coldly and ruthlessly, his right hand slowly twisted, and Dasu's body shook even more violently, until his entire head and face were stirred into rotten flesh by Xie Yike's soul chasing claws, and then he remained still, only occasionally twitching.

"You dead tartar, fight me!" …,

Xie Yike coughed and threw Dasu's body to the ground like a broken bag.

Looking at the situation in the field again, because the big girl and others rushed out when they saw the situation, the five new forces joined, and the rest of the Tartars were killed one by one in a panic.

A Tartar tried his best to run away, but was shot down by the play, and all the Tartars died, and the war was over.

……

However, although his side won a big victory, Xie Yike was not happy.

Thirty-three people were dispatched to fight, and although they collected those brothers who were injured by their horses and fell under their horses, the final casualties were as high as twenty, many of whom were killed or seriously injured in battle, and most of the rest were injured like Xie Yike.

The bodies were intact, and only the five eldest girls who had originally guarded the bodies of the wounded were left.

Looking at the blood and corpses on the ground, both sides and enemies, everywhere, Xie Yike bit his lower lip.

Ma Ziren walked over with his chest clutched, and the bench was also stuffy, limping when he walked. When he was fighting, he was hit by a mace, and although he lost most of his strength, he was still injured a lot with the remaining strength.

Looking at the brothers who surrounded him, Xie Yike's eyes turned red, and he couldn't hold back his tears, and said in a low voice: "Clean up, let's get out of here quickly." ”

Everyone nodded silently, and many brothers who got along day and night went like this, and everyone felt uncomfortable.

And now this area is still in danger, and if there is a large number of Tartar sentry riders passing by, the situation will not be good.

They moved quickly, gathered the bodies of their fallen brothers, carefully helped the wounded to their horses, and tied them tightly to those who could not ride horses.

Some of the Tartar horses that could be retracted were also retracted, and at this time, there were many horses beside Xie Yike and the others, but the number of wounded also increased.

Xie Yike's horses have been recovered, and the horses at the head of the forward camp are also fat horses. Xie Yikece got on the war horse, cracked his mouth, and felt a burning pain in the back of his left shoulder, and he didn't know if the bone would be broken.

Seeing Xie Yike's sad expression, Ma Ziren said in a deep voice: "Master Xie doesn't have to be sad, the brothers expected this day as early as the day they joined the night." Their heroic souls will enter the Baozhong Temple to worship, and the incense will not be extinguished. ”

Xie Yike nodded fiercely, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Let's go, go back to the camp!" ”

Suddenly, Ma Ziren's face changed greatly, and he shouted: "On the other side of the daughter river, there are Tartars coming." ”

For a while, the night guards who had clairvoyance mirrors all took out their clairvoyant mirrors to look at that direction, and sure enough, on the other side of the daughter river, there was faint smoke and dust.

Xie Yike gritted his teeth: "Indeed, looking at their armor, they are Tartars' soldiers and horses. ”

Then the bench shouted, "There's smoke and dust ahead too." ”

Xie Yike hurriedly looked at it, and after a long time, a smile appeared on his face: "It's the brother of the sentry camp, there are still a lot of people, could it be that Master Wen has arrived." ”

He shouted, "Sound the trumpet, pass the direction to the brother who has come." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )