It was Wang Xiaoliu who was brought in by Hu Mazi......

He was hit by an arrow in the forehead, that kind of arrow Yang Bo just got out a lot, very familiar, it is a Tartar step bow, Qi Jiguang's training minutes commented on this kind of foot bow "The arrow is made of steel with a hammer through the armor, the stone is not rolled, the arrow Nobunaga, the shot is deep, the string is two, and the ...... is cut off"

This kind of arrow is difficult to get out after being shot, and it can even be stuck directly in the bones, and when it comes out, the wounded are all dead due to bleeding and severe pain, Xiao Liu's face is pale, and he seems to have fallen into a coma, and the arrow on his forehead is deeply inserted into the skull!

"How so?" Yang Bo grabbed the tail of the arrow with trembling hands, and his heart was miserable.

"The sixth brother was blocking the Tartar in the gap at the time, but I didn't expect a Tartar to hide behind the gap and suddenly shoot an arrow, and the sixth brother ......was caught off guard for a while," a family member stammered.

Yang Bo trembled and touched the tail of the arrow, he didn't dare to use force after trying a few times, the arrow looked at the depth for fear that it would shoot through the skull, seeing that Xiao Liu had less air in and more air out, Yang Bo was sad in his heart, although Xiao Liu was not his descendant, but Xiao Liu had participated in all the battles, but he didn't expect it to be here in Lushun......

At this moment, there was a strange feeling on the arrow shaft that Yang Bo stroked, as if something was engraved on the arrow shaft?

"Bring the torches!"

Yang Bo took the torch and looked at it carefully, and there were tadpole-like words engraved on it

"Go find a few people who know Tatar to come and see what kind of characters are engraved."

The two family members looked at Yang Bo with blank eyes and rubbed their hands in circles, and they didn't know if their sixth brother was still saved.

After a while, Hu Mazi walked over with two sergeants escorting a Han Banner Army, and as soon as the man entered the door, he nodded and said: "My lord, my lord, the small one can understand the Manchu seal characters."

Yang Bo raised his head when he heard this, this Han flag army was about thirty or so, and it looked no different from ordinary Han people, but when he saw his newly shaved money rat tail, Yang Bo said in disgust: "Go and see!" ”

The man took two looks at the torch and said, "This is an arrow from a Tartar named Ullindai, and most of the Tartars like to engrave their names on the shaft, and when the credit is appraised, others will not be able to pay the account." ”

"Ulinday!"

Yang Bo gritted his teeth and said: "Go and check if there is anyone named this Wulindai among the captives, I will break him into ten thousand pieces!" ”

The murderous words scared the Han Banner sergeant half to death, standing aside and trembling involuntarily, Yang Bo stared at him and said, "Do you speak Tartar language?" ”

The man didn't dare to speak, and nodded desperately.

At this moment, Xiao Liu on the door panel suddenly screamed in pain, and Yang Bo waved his hand: "All go out!" ”

"Your Excellency?" Xiao Liu saw Yang Bo with a smile on his face.

"Little Liu, you kid killed a lot of Tartars today!" Yang Bo pulled a chair and sat next to Xiao Liu.

"My lord, is Xiaoliu going to die?" Xiao Liu wanted to reach out and touch the arrow on his forehead, but he moved his fingers and screamed in pain.

"It's coming!"

Yang Bo grabbed Xiao Liu's hand that was shaking in pain, and said warmly: "I won't hide it from you, there is no way to treat this injury."

Xiao Liu took a long breath and fell silent, his distracted eyes looked at the dark sky, not knowing what he was thinking, Yang Bo didn't speak, just quietly held his hand.

After a while, Xiao Liu came back to his senses and said softly: "Xiao Liu followed the adult to kill the Tartars, don't regret it!" ”

Yang Bo nodded, and shook Xiao Liu slightly hard in his hand: "Xiao Liu is good, as long as my people are like Xiao Liu, how can I be afraid of any tartar?" ”

Xiao Liu fainted in pain once, and when he woke up slowly, Yang Bo still held his hand.

"My lord, Xiao Liu has one more thing to worry about...... Xiao Liu's tone was hurried, and his speech was quite difficult.

"Just say," Yang Bo held his hand tightly, as if this would alleviate Xiao Liu's pain.

"My lord, Xiaoliu's mother-in-law died early, leaving a son, in the past few years, Xiaoliu has eaten, drunk and gambled, only caring about his own happiness, and he didn't care about him, that rabbit cub didn't learn well since he was a child, and he followed Anton Wei and a group of idlers all day, except for killing people and setting fires, he did all kinds of bad things, Xiaoliu knew to make adults embarrassed, adults? Adults can, but they can't ...... for Xiao Liu" Xiao Liu didn't finish speaking, and his face was already covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans.

"Your son is my son, don't worry!"

Yang Bo nodded affirmatively, and asked softly, "What's my godson's name?" ”

"I, my name is Wang Xiaoliu, that rabbit cub, seven, called, called Xiaoqi!" When Wang Xiaoliu talked about his son, the tense muscles on his face relaxed

"I'm grass, then what is your Wang Xiaoliu's grandson called?" Yang Bo asked with a smile

"It's all up to the big, the adults are in charge" Wang Xiaoliu was angry, and said intermittently for a long time, and Yang Bo leaned into his mouth to hear what he said clearly.

"Don't worry, Xiaoliu, I will teach him to read and write, I can't lose your face in the future, our Anton Wei Wang Xiaoliu is a good man who kills Tartars! If the rabbit cub refuses to listen, Lao Tzu will whip him with a stick. Hey, I said Xiaoliu, you won't be heartbroken if you beat your son, right? Yang Bo chattered, and leaned over to listen to Wang Xiaoliu's answer.

Wang Xiaoliu smiled, but he was no longer breathing......

When Hu Mazi hurriedly ran over, Yang Boyin hung his head in the dark, not knowing what he was thinking.

"No?" Yang Bo saw Hu Mazi's expression and stood up with some disappointment.

"I didn't call this Ulindai," Hu Mazi shook his head in frustration

Yang Bo sighed, after tonight, I don't know how many soldiers who were as seriously injured as Xiaoliu couldn't survive......

"My lord, the deputy general just now is looking for you everywhere, and the little lady is also looking for you." Hu Mazi remembered the matter and hurriedly reported.

"Let's go, let's go meet Li Weiluan first" Yang Bo finally patted Xiao Liu's gradually cold shoulder, got up and left.

Li Weiluan stood on the city wall and looked out, Yang Bo didn't greet him, and also stood aside and looked out of Lushun City.

On the flat ground outside the city, countless large camp tents were set up densely, the largest one was surrounded in the middle, all kinds of flags flew in the firelight, groups of Tartar sentries went in and out, and discipline was strict, and behind the camp there were still groups of unarmored miscellaneous servants who could be seen cooking and burying the corpses.

"Whose tent is over there?" Yang Bo suddenly pointed to the camp on the left and asked.

"That is the rebel general Kong Youde, with the banner of white soap, directly commanded by the slave chief, I heard that it is very valued by the slave chief." Li Weiluan replied

"Where's the camp on the right?" It was the first time that Yang Bo looked down at the enemy he was directly facing.

"That's the Blue Flag Derge and the Red Flag Yue Tuo Department," Li Weiluan was already very clear about this.

Yang Bo tried his best to recall it in his mind for a long time, and he was sure that he couldn't remember any information about the two banner owners at all......

"It seems that the Tartars will not attack the city tonight," Li Weiluan remembered the defensive Tartars' endless attacks all night.

"I'm afraid they still can't figure out the details of us, right?"

Yang Bo smiled: "Lord Li can sleep peacefully for a moment tonight"

Li Weiluan turned his head to look at Yang Bo, and said: "If you don't give up, just call me Guan, the lives of this family are saved by Zhixian, what will be sent in the future, just command!" ”

Yang Bo smiled slightly: "How does this work?" The court has its own laws, and this is respectful and humble......"

Li Weiluan interrupted Yang Bo's words and said loudly: "Where did Zhixian come from? Lushun also has to rely on the idle Jimo camp to guard, as the saying goes, the order is forbidden, if the order is not clear, how to make the soldiers under the respect? Besides, this deputy general of Dongjiang is not valuable, so Zhixian doesn't need to care about those things. ”

Yang Bo saw that Li Weiluan was cautious, and said with great joy in his heart: "That's good, then I will make friends with the peers of Yueguan." ”

Suddenly there was a noise on the city wall, and a group of sergeants came with torches, led by the old cannon......

"I've seen my lord!" When the old cannon saw Yang Bo, he stepped forward and saluted.

"Why don't you go to the Doctor's Department to take a look?" Yang Bo saw that the old cannon's right shoulder was tied with a strip of cloth indiscriminately, and there were faint traces of blood oozing out.

"A little injury"

The old cannon touched his head and smiled: "We are here to peel off the tartar armor, these dogs say, the armor has been worn three layers, but we are tired." ”

Yang Bo nodded: "Go ahead, kill a few?" ”

The old cannon turned around and said proudly: "Killed several Tartars, and there is one with a black flag on his back, that Wang Ba Lamb is really strong."

Li Weiluan was shocked when he heard this: "What? Memorized black chess? That's the Tartar's share of the Shku, you have made a meritorious service! ”

Hearing this, the old cannon smiled from ear to ear and said, "Really? I look like a little boss, this adult, what's the point? How big is a Tartar officer? ”

Li Weiluan said: "Getting a share of the Tartar is the Tatar language, that is, the best in the Tartar vest, selected to be the leader, just by killing the Tartar leader, this credit is enough for you to be promoted to the third level." ”

The old cannon touched his head: "It's not uncommon for me to be promoted, my lord, can I be rewarded with this heavy armor and this tiger tooth knife?"

His last sentence was to Yang Bo.

Yang Bo shook his head: "Go to the instructor first to register the merits, and give priority to the selection and seizure based on the merit level." ”

The old cannon was overjoyed when he heard this, and he didn't care about the corpses on the ground, so he went to the instructor with a few people.

Li Weiluan's answer to the old cannon was very puzzled, even if he was an ordinary sergeant, he would be at least a hundred households even if he was promoted to the third level, this person didn't want to take credit as long as a pair of heavy armor?

Seeing Li Weiluan's confused appearance, Yang Bo said lightly: "The people in the sin camp turned out to be prisoners, and they followed me to fight, not for promotion."

Oh?

Li Weiluan was amazed, the combat effectiveness of the Sin Military Camp was obvious to all, and he was very curious about how Yang Bo led these prisoners into a strong army.

"There are still nearly 500 German captives in the city, so you have to pick some ...... if you are free."

Yang Bo shook his head: "Let them repair the city wall overnight, and then demolish the houses, and transport the stones and sassalwoods to the city wall to replenish the guarding equipment. ”

Although it was a scorching summer, Li Weiluan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he heard Yang Bo's murderous words......

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