"Woo~~!" , The bowstring was noisy, the sharp arrow from the string made a numb groan, and more than 100 cold stars shot straight ahead, at this time, it was not clear which soldier's performance, only to see the Ming army as a whole like a flood that broke the embankment, and the front was all brushed down, but this was the last arrow that the Tartar could shoot.

The Ming army was pushed by a great force of survival, no one beat the war drums, and no one gave the order to charge, so the people could not stop, the crowd stagnated slightly, and rushed forward without hesitation under the impetus of the flow of people in the rear.

The tartar at the mouth of the valley is like a reef standing in a huge wave, cutting the human body with a fierce blade, and the waves of impact make waves, but the waves are bright red.

On the hillside, the Tartar archers could no longer suppress it, because the enemy and us were already crowded together, stuck in the valley mouth for a desperate fight, they had to throw down their bows and arrows, pick up their knives and guns and rush down from the hillside bunkers, and bite the Ming army from both wings.

Immediately, the soldiers who could only crowd behind and be beaten passively began to recoil the bunker under the leadership of some generals, rushing up the hill and killing the depth of the rear. The opening of a gap was like a domino toppling over, and the whole perfect encirclement was useless, and the Tartars rushed down one after another.

Hand-to-hand combat also began on the two semi-circular flat ground of the gourd valley at the same time, and on the two narrow valley roads, people were crowded and crowded, and everyone wanted to throw off their steps and rush to the mouth of the valley, but they were almost not touching the ground, and they were carried slowly and turbulently by the flow of people.

The smell of blood spreads in the cold air, the snow is still flying, and the sound of tooth-aching metal grinding and the heart-pounding sound of metal entering flesh alternates, and the blood and flesh form a poignant picture in the flying snow.

There were a lot of people in the back, but there were only more than 100 soldiers in front who could fight, and as soon as there were dead and wounded on both sides, there was immediately a steady stream of fresh troops rushing up, and the place where the two armies were stuck began to gradually be piled up by dead bodies and blood to form a dividing line.

There were constantly soldiers in a huddle and rolling in a mass of corpses on the ground, and those who continued to pounce on them did not have time to distinguish between friend and foe, nor did they have time to help them, and with their bodies and blood, the new opponent had already pounced viciously.

The spectacular crowd of 10,000 people began to fight, it was a real melee, the soldiers were nowhere to be seen, the soldiers were nowhere to be seen, everyone had their weapons in their hands, looking for only a pair of hateful eyes, and then swooped down with a loud roar.

There are swords, guns, swords and halberds on the front and back, and cold arrows flying sideways from time to time, at this time, human life is absolutely equal, and a general who commands a thousand troops can also be stabbed to death by the most humble soldier. I can't use any martial arts skills, I don't even have room to dodge and move, just chop, slash, kill, kill! The valley was like boiling water, boiling blood-red water, and the only outlet was at the mouth of the valley where they were in Yangling.

So far, Lin Dada's subordinates are all fierce generals who kill people without blinking, but the power of the "flood" is too large, and their lives are also being harvested by the other party, and it is a matter of time before the valley mouth is opened.

The shield bearer who protected Imperial Envoy Ye and Gonggong Liu held a round shield in one hand and a short knife in the other, dutifully surrounded them and moved around Xianggukou. But the flow of people was too crowded, Imperial Envoy Ye just stumbled and fell to the ground, and immediately countless pairs of feet stepped on, some Tartars, and some of the humble soldiers in his eyes.

No one had time to see if the mass of flesh trampled under their feet belonged to a lowly soldier or a noble lord, and the life-stealing knives and spears flew before their eyes, and they were left with only one instinct, the instinct to wield weapons for survival.

The two shield-bearers who tried to drag him up were just a lump in the waist when they were overwhelmed by the irresistible crowd, and countless pairs of feet continued to step on them, which made several other soldiers harden their hearts and never look at them again, and the whole flow of people, whether they were friends or enemies, was completely enveloped by a huge force and involuntarily moved towards the valley mouth.

Yang Ling was stupid, no matter how brave he was in such a chaotic army, it would be useless, not to mention that his physical strength was not even as good as that of a small soldier, his instinctive reaction was to flee wherever there were few people. In the sound of swords and swords, shouts and fights, the only responsibility he can remember is to tighten Ma Li'er's hand, she came with her, and she can't escape alone.

All the people are thinking about rushing out of the valley, and rushing out of the valley is the way to survive. But Yang Ling knew that he had no ability to escape to the valley mouth in this chaotic army, and even if he was not killed by the Tartars, his thin body would be crowded to the ground by his own people, becoming a mass of flesh that had been trampled on.

Yang Ling pulled Ma Li'er, who had no master of the six gods, gradually broke away from this torrent and ran up the hillside, with the counterattack of the Ming army and the expansion of the scope of the fight, they had to flee to a higher place.

The Tartar noticed the two men standing on the hillside, and immediately someone rushed over with a knife, reacting completely instinctively, destroying all hostile life.

Seeing different costumes and dresses, their instinctive reaction was to slaughter. Now that both men have become the most bloodthirsty and crazy creatures, those blood-red eyes have no sense left, they just instinctively seek out life and then destroy it.

Yang Ling secretly complained, he only had one instinct left now, and that was to run for his life. The flow of people in the valley was like a rushing river, rolling and impacting each other, and if the momentum was thrown into it, it would immediately be smashed into pieces, so he could only flee to higher places.

Chased by several beastly howling Tartars, the two men fled to the top of the mountain with all their might. At first, it was Yang Ling who dragged the panicked Ma Li'er to escape, and Yang Ling, who was exhausted when he was still more than 20 zhang away from the top of the mountain, began to be pulled up by Ma Li'er.

This body was really lacking in exercise, Yang Ling felt his heartbeat like a galloping horse, his ears roared, the muscles of his thighs were beating suddenly, and the pain of suffocation made him almost give up running for his life, and would rather be cut off by a Tartar.

But Ma Li'er obviously didn't think so, although her throat also made a gasp that did not match the fairy-like appearance, but she had already woken up from the shock of the meat grinder's massacre, and began to pull Yang Ling to escape with all her strength.

If someone is sitting in another space and watching them now, they must think that they are watching a movie in slow motion, the snow is fluttering, a man and a woman in front of them are moving slowly, and a few fierce people with knives behind them can obviously catch up with them by running a few steps, but they are also taking the same slow steps, staring at a pair of devouring eyes and chasing persistently.

The two of them finally ran to the top of the mountain, and when they saw the situation in front of them, Ma Li'er couldn't help but gasp, and the last hope of escape was shattered. The ridge is narrow, and on the other side of the mountain is a steep slope of nearly seventy degrees, and there is no way to escape. She let go of Yang Ling's hand in despair, looked back at the tartar who was chasing after her, and suddenly reached into her arms, and felt the golden hairpin that she had put into her arms before galloping out of the city, and pressed it against her throat.

Yang Ling panted and pointed at her, he was so panting that he couldn't even ask a word. Ma Li'er looked at him with a sharp rise and fall in her chest, her bright eyes were very complicated, her eyes turned around, and she saw a few Tartars smiling and were about to climb to the top of the mountain, she couldn't help but smile sadly, turned her head and looked at Yang Ling deeply, and then closed her eyes, clenched the hairpin and stabbed her throat violently.

Yang Ling's muscles were trembling due to overexertion, he was so tired that he didn't want to move, but when he saw Ma Li'er's actions, he still swooped up with all his strength and raised his palm, "snapping" and slapping Ma Li'er's arm, and his five fingers scraped Ma Li'er's cheek.

Ma Li'er was cut by the tip of the hairpin on her throat, and the golden hairpin flew out of her hand, and the five fingerprints on her pretty face were like them. She stood there stunned, looking at Yang Ling in astonishment. Yang Ling knew that she wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid of being spoiled by the Tartars, and at this time she had neither the strength nor the time to explain. He staggered to the steep slope, and although there was no road ahead, it seemed that this was the only way to escape.

Turn around and fight those fierce Mongol warriors with your bare hands? Don't think about it, he also knows that the sword light is over, and his good head will be separated from the body immediately. He looked at the almost straight, dizzying hillside, and while nervously calculating the possibility of survival, he beckoned to Ma Li'er and hissed, "Come here!" ”

Two of the pursuing Tartars had climbed the ridge, they had just been slashing in the valley for half a day, and they had exhausted their physical strength, and now they were so tired that they were panting like cattle all the way up the mountain, and when they saw the situation on the top of the mountain, they knew that there was no way to escape from the two men in front of them, and the two Tartars were relieved, and they were panting with their knives, and now they also needed to recover the strength to raise their knives and cut people.

Two pairs of fierce eyes looked at the man and woman in front of them, and slowly, the fierce color in the eyes of the two Tartars gradually disappeared, and began to be replaced by a silver evil look, the two pairs of silver evil eyes were like knives "ripping" Ma Li'er's clothes, and the lost strength began to recover quickly because of the instinct of the male surname.

When Ma Li'er's father was in charge of intelligence gathering for Jinyiwei outside the Saiwai, he openly identified himself as a fur merchant and often dealt with various Tatar tribes. Since she was a child, she had heard of the constant wars between the Tatar tribes for the sake of the steppes with abundant water and grass, and the constant outbreak of wars between the tribes for survival. I have heard of the wives and daughters of the vanquished who became slaves and suffered all kinds of humiliations. A woman in the hands of these barbarians is worth less than an animal, and the end is worse than falling into hell.

Ma Li'er saw the two Tatar men with almost as thick and wild bodies as thick and as wild men lying horizontally, and her eyes were full of lust, and she couldn't help but shiver smartly, and her whole body was cold, her only choice was to run towards Yang Ling, and she only thought in her heart: "That's it, you can't leave a whole corpse, so you can jump down the mountain together to wrap the belly of the beast, it's better than being trampled to death."