The pursuers and the pursued in the snow are still chasing.

When the distance between the two sides was reduced to thirty paces, the marksman maintained this distance, and Ding tried to return several times to shorten the distance, but the opponent immediately retreated to keep the distance at this level again. If it is in the jungle, or a solo duel, maybe Ding Yi will not be so embarrassed, he can compare patience with the opponent, compare the ability to adapt to the terrain, grasp the timing of the shot, and so on.

But now if Ding Yi wants to shorten the distance, the marksman will retreat, and this will be farther and farther away from the forward camp of Warat, when it is close enough, Ding Yi knows that this marksman will definitely blow the horn, there is no fool on the battlefield who pays attention to one-on-one or fair duels, and some will die immediately if they do not die. Then the charging war horse group crushed Ding Yi like a hunt.

So it's impossible for Ding Yi to really backflush at all.

In fact, the sharpshooter had already blown the horns when he fired the first arrow from his bow, and if it weren't for the explosion caused by Ding Yi's haode grenade fuse that burned to the end and plunged the forward camp of Warat into chaos, maybe the cavalry team that helped would have been killed.

Ding Yi flashed and hid behind an old tree that had lost all its leaves, gasping sharply.

For the first time, for the first time after coming to Daming, Ding Yi felt fear and the threat of death.

Whether it is the dart head of the dart game at the beginning; two ambush assassinations by numerous killers; Alone in the chaos of the army, the banner is guarded; One person killed Min'an and dozens of elite soldiers on the battlefield; In the dark night, he frightened the Varat pursuers, etc., did not make Ding Sheng feel this way.

Maybe in the eyes of others, these are all things that happen at once, they are all walking on a tightrope, and if something goes wrong, they will be shattered, but as for Ding Yi, he never feels that things are beyond his control. He is the one who handles the most important things in his profession, and completing the impossible is what he relies on to make a living. With hundreds of years of combat knowledge, combat experience, tactical level, and strategic vision, everything is actually under control, not that he will not die, but if he dies, he will definitely die at a certain point that he has determined, and as long as he survives that point, he will definitely be fine.

At least, that's what Ding Yi himself thinks.

But this time it's different. This time it really got out of hand.

Even if he was surrounded and suppressed by hundreds of drug lords with AK assault rifles, he never felt this way.

Even if he single-handedly faced five terrorists with explosives strapped to his body, Ding Yi knew very well where he might die and which point. It's bound to win.

It was only on that occasion that the whole green flat hat in the Golden Triangle did I feel this way. I don't know when I'm going to die. I don't know when I'm going to be a head, and I don't know why I'm going to die. But it was a whole green flat hat armed to the teeth, the most elite special squad in Shijie.

And now the other side only has a primitive reverse straight draw bow that does not even have an arrow stand and mechanical sights, about twenty arrows.

After shooting three arrows and injuring Ding Yi, the sharpshooter did not shoot another arrow. Dante knew that when the other party shot another arrow, even if he didn't die, he was likely to be seriously injured. Because Ding Yi is not a sharpshooter. But he is also a marksman - a sniper.

He understands the opponent's tactical intentions, but he can't help it.

Even now, Ding Yi, who was hiding behind the old tree trunk, could hear that the sharpshooter thirty paces away was also wheezing, but the other party was not in a hurry, he had enough patience to wait, because in the field, it was where the Warat Iron Cavalry was controlled, and with the end of the riot in the forward battalion, Ding Yi's advantage would become less and less, or even disappear.

And when the sharpshooter watched Ding Yi start running away again, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.

Because Ding Yi kept changing direction in the process of running, but always this old tree was between the archer and Ding Yi - not around the tree as the center of the circle, in that case, it would only let Ding Yi go around to the side closer to the Warat forward camp - Ding Yi was running back to the Beijing Division, his purpose was very clear, and Ding Yi did not look back from beginning to end, but as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, he accurately judged the possible trajectory of this archer, and changed the direction in advance, so that the other party missed.

As a sharpshooter who has never missed, he has only faced three such opponents in his twenty years.

All of them are famous heroes of the steppe.

Shuanghuri didn't know who the Akito in front of him was, but he knew that this must be a hero too.

For the two days and many of the Warat soldiers, they only knew one hero of the Ming people: the Akrakshasas.

Thinking of this, his heart became eager, as long as he returned to the camp with the knife of the Akrakshasa, he knew that all his wishes, Nayan would help him fulfill them. So he decided to give Abang Rakshasa a proper ending for a hero, a clean death.

The snow left two lines of zigzag footprints, which were the tracks left by Ding Yi, who was desperately fleeing, and Shuanghuri, who was chasing closely.

From the perspective of distinguishing the footprints of wild beasts, they are not natural enemies, but more like the same kind.

For humans who have no natural enemies, the same kind means that they are the ones who know best how to kill themselves.

Ding Yi in front of him stumbled and stepped on a dead branch, and when the sound of the dead branch breaking sounded, suddenly Ding Yi's whole person suddenly fell into the snow. Shuanghuri stopped, he narrowed his eyes, and did not continue to move forward, even if Ding Yi really stepped into the air and fell into a trap set up to catch an animal like a blind bear, Shuanghuri did not intend to pick up this bargain.

Because it's an Aporakshasa.

If Ding Yi crawls out, the moonlight reflected in the snow can give Shuangyu the time and certainty to prepare and shoot a deadly arrow; If Ding Yi does not get up, then wait for the dawn, after which it will be easier for the two days to hunt, and the cavalry of the Warats will arrive.

The five disciples who were responsible for placing grenades in various stables and big tents and causing riots, although they set off later than the refugees led by Du Ziteng and Ding Yi after the break, they were the first to return to the outside of the Jingshi city wall, and the rockets set fire to the haystacks preset by the Jingshi city wall, and then the five put away their blades and slowly walked from darkness to light.

On this section of the city wall of dozens of meters, there are more than one hundred and fifty arrows aimed at the five of them, but this was originally a plan formulated by Ding Yi, and it did not make these five disciples feel shocked, they used the torches in their hands to shake according to the agreed code, and a few ropes hung down on the city wall, and when they were pulled halfway, it was just like waiting to be slaughtered, Liu Tie held the torch and stuck out his head to distinguish, when he must have been the five senior brothers who followed Ding Yi out before, they were pulled up.

The second group arrived with the thirty slightly armed captives led by Du Ziteng.

When Du Ziteng asked them to put down their weapons, more than half of them hesitated, only those who lost their freedom would understand the value of freedom; When you spend these times of being abused by captives and experiencing the days when you have a knife in the hands of others, you will understand the stability of holding a knife in your hand.

But Du Ziteng didn't give them any chance to speak, he directly raised the torch in his hand and shook it, and when the five fellow men who arrived first on the city wall accurately shot the five crossbow arrows in front of Du Ziteng's feet, he said: "Ten breaths and people don't put down their weapons, and five hundred arrows will cover all of you with me." Now there are only five breaths, one! ”

Without waiting for him to count to two, the people who were reluctant to put down their blades at the beginning were all put down, and a few who were still holding swords and soldiers were immediately filled with old fists by their companions, and no one wanted to be killed here by Daming's arrows after returning to the city walls of the Ming Dynasty. What they didn't know, of course, was that there were no 500 arrows, only 200, and most of them were far less accurate than the five bolts in front of them.

They were bound to the city, registered their original residences, guards, superiors, and the names of their colleagues, and then more than a dozen doctors from the Ding family's house began to examine the wounds on their bodies, regardless of whether they had been injured in the civil fort before, and during their captivity, almost no one could escape the abuse of the Warats.

Then a bucket of hot porridge filled with the smell of meat and green onions was carried to the city, and even the two hundred officers and soldiers who borrowed it from Shi Heng swallowed saliva when they smelled it, Liu Tie hurriedly said to those officers and soldiers: "Don't worry, my husband has explained that all the strong men are in armor, and they have to eat meat, and they will be sent up for supper in a while; They have been hungry for a long time, they can't eat and are greasy, and they are afraid of bursting their intestines, so they teach them to drink porridge first. ”

When those officers and soldiers heard this, they couldn't help but sigh, Ding Rongcheng is really a hero in the world! Someone couldn't help but ask Liu Tie in a low voice: "Steward Liu, under whom is it not food to be a soldier?" Can you let the little one also work under Ding Rongcheng? "Yes, yes! In these years, he is not afraid of his mother's death, but he is afraid of meeting a black-hearted Shangguan ......", "Ding Daxia shoulders morality with iron shoulders, and he is righteous Bo Yuntian, just follow him to death!" ”

However, some knowledgeable old soldiers among the two hundred officers and soldiers secretly pulled their acquaintances and brothers, and said in a low voice: "Your mother, your family is a lone seedling, do you want to cut off the incense?" "It is said in the play that the general sucks pus for the soldiers, and the soldiers die for the generals, do you really want to go? "Listen to my brother, don't make a fuss! With such a peak, if you want to make a mistake, you have to cut off your head! "This is the insight of a veteran who has eaten military rations for a long time.

After about a quarter of an hour, the other two disciples returned with two teams of more than 700 people, three of whom were on the road asking to rest and not move forward; Two of the first team wanted to escape on the road without following the team, so they directly let the two disciples raise their knives and kill them, without even persuading them, let alone giving them any chance to defend themselves.

This is the battlefield, this is the march.

It is precisely this bloodthirsty effect that achieves the effect that the so-called soldier is more afraid of discipline than the enemy. All the other captives returned to the Jingshi wall with all their tails. (To be continued......)