But to kill him at the cost of injury, Ding Yi can do it, because killing people does not need to pay attention to how many kilograms, no need to pay attention to body shape, it is like a stab, as long as you find a flaw, a stab hits, it is a blow to die. But it is impossible for Ding Yi to kill or maim Alecchi, because in this case, it will definitely cause a sensation, and then it is very likely that he will be summoned by Boyan Timur or something, which is really self-defeating!

So this was really a headache for Ding Yi, he didn't expect that this Mongolian's endurance was so good, a round of fast and unfettered heavy punches lasted for at least ten seconds, and after about three or five seconds of adjustment, another round of quick heavy punches.

The choice made by Ding Yi was at the end of the second round of heavy punching of Alechi, when he took the initiative to retreat half a step, he rushed forward and punched Alechi, and then threw the opponent down with a leg, and then followed the kick kicked out by Alechi, and flew forward, Ding bit the inner wall of his mouth as soon as he landed, got up and spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum, looking like he was suffering internal injuries.

"No more fighting." He waved his hand to stop the Alechi who was rushing up, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "If I come out, the Duyin tribe knows that I am here, and they will not let Zalanda go." "Because a master like Alecchi is fighting in person, it can't be a lie, how could he not know that the kick just now was not kicked at all?

But listening to Ding Yi's words, Ale Chi nodded his head, took a step back and said, "You didn't lose, I didn't win, go, go into the tent and drink!" Drink the wine, and the Alecchi will definitely win you! Then he took Ding Yi into the tent. Those Varat elites watching from the sidelines. It is said that Alechi, who is usually a bastard, still looks like a person today, and many people think it. Ding Yi is too poor in size, otherwise with Ding Yi's wrestling skills, he may not necessarily lose to Alechi.

This made Ding Yi meet the challenge of many wrestlers in the next two days, all of which stated that they were not mixed with fists and feet.

It's just that on the morning of this day, Alechi was also called first. I went until the afternoon and didn't come back, drunk.

"It is said that the Rakshasa is this army Mali, and Nayan drew ten teams. They are all good players, and Alecchi is on the second team! So there is good wine to drink! He patted Ding Yi's shoulder proudly, and then took out a wine jug from his arms and stuffed it into Ding Yi. You don't dare to come out. I'm afraid that the Duyin tribe will find out and go back to harm the women and cubs in your tribe, or you will be chosen, and you will have wine to drink...... This is what Alecchi slowly made out for you, try it! ”

In fact, it is not a good wine, even in the Ming Dynasty in this era, this kind of wine is not worth a few dollars. It's just that compared to the mare's milk wine that Alecchi drinks on weekdays, it is really delicious. Watching Ding Yi take two sips. Nodding his head, Alecchi grinned and fell asleep.

When Ding Yi walked outside the tent and looked at the snowstorm, Zhang Mao came over, but asked Ding Yi with a bitter face: "This guy is good for Mr. and good for disciples, it is all righteousness, when the time comes, if he comes to stop me and others, how can I kill him?" ”

Ding nodded and said, "Yes, there is progress, you will think about things, then you can think about it yourself." "What he has a headache now is not the Alechi Gangster, but the ten teams that were also drawn first, and the Alechi Gangster is only in the second team! So in other words, there is a team of people who are stronger than the Alechi gangsters! This is a bit terrifying, although Ding Yi is not afraid, but he really has a headache, the key is that before the sniper, he can't use a gun, as soon as he uses a gun, he is exposed, exposed, in one hundred thousand iron horses, it is one word: death.

Instead of using a gun, if you want to kill a guy like Alecchi, if you face it head-on, you must exchange injuries for your life; Secretly doing it, with one to ten, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape the ending of exchanging injuries for lives, but it is just a matter of how seriously injured. But if the manpower of the first team is stronger than that of Alechi, say that it doesn't have a headache? That's absolutely fake.

Ding Yi is even already thinking about whether to withdraw now and terminate this plan.

Because there are so many unknown factors, and there are too many things that exceed the control, it is difficult to guarantee the tactical feasibility of this operation.

In the early afternoon, Alechu was summoned by the men sent by Boyan Timur, and they began to search for Ding Yi among the 100,000 iron horsemen.

Although Ding Yi's current position, based on the truth that it is dark under the lamp, there is no danger, but in fact, it is a matter of time, and there is such vigilance first, so sooner or later he will think of it, and start to check these guards, to see if Ding Yi has infiltrated these soldiers who are guarding his safety, if Mr. Ye has such a thought, then Ding Yi will really have wings and cannot escape.

At that time, there will not even be a little reaction time, it all depends on when you think of it first.

Ding Yi hated such a loss of initiative, so when Zhang Mao asked him what to do, Ding Yi told him: "Think about it yourself." "Because in addition to thinking, Ding Yi also has to dig out the sniper rifles and two eccentric wheel crossbows stuffed around, and he can't leave such benefits to the Warats.

And when Ding quietly dug out the pieces of equipment wrapped in sheepskins, he lost the opportunity to retreat, because the snow began to lighten, and perhaps the sky would clear tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so the horses of Warat began to assemble, and the patrolling squads and guards everywhere began to return to normal. If this is a bad event, then there is an even worse thing for Ding Yi.

That is, when Badama carried Manduhai and led her team of 200 relatives out of the camp, someone had to come to Ding Yi to try his wrestling, and after Ding Yi fell down his opponent cleanly, he heard a whistle, and he turned his head, but saw Badama pluck a bag of mare's milk wine from the saddle and throw it over, and said to him: "Yes, a warrior, do you want to come to my guard?" ”

"No, nobleman, Zalanda prefers to guard Nayan." Ding Yi calmly saluted Badama.

And Badama didn't say anything more, smiled and threw another bag of mare's milk wine, and went away with her guard, but she left a sentence on her horse that made Ding's heart tremble: "It's a pity that my sword has been given to my Anda, otherwise I might have rewarded it to you, warrior of the Immortal Heavens!" ”

For Ding Yi, there is a great chance that Badama will see through his disguise, although he has applied a layer of processed animal fascia to his and Zhang Mao's faces, so that their faces look like grassland people with chilblains, not only reddened but also peeling in some parts, and deepened the eyebrows, as well as the shadows under the eyes, so that his and Zhang Mao's face shapes, purely visually, have a great structural difference from the original face.

But judging from Badama's words, his answer may not be bluffing him.

Otherwise, there would be no need to mention her Damascus scimitar.

However, after Badama left, many people complained that Ding Yi was ignorant: "That's Badama!" Nayan's sister! Apoyrakshasa's answer! Follow her, and there will be many rewards! "She can also survive her life, every time a caravan arrives in Tiliangguti, there are gifts from Apong Rakshasa to her and Manduhai......"

"In the Duyin tribe, they treat us as pariahs." Ding handed out the two bags of mare's milk wine to the surrounding Mongol soldiers, and said to them, "I came here to find my brothers on the steppe!" He shook his head, "What if that nobleman's subordinates treat us the same way as the people of the Duyin tribe?" No, Zalanda is willing to drink with the guys, go into battle together, and die together......"

So the Mongol soldiers comforted him, a capable man, and willing to share the wine rewarded by the nobles for everyone to drink, probably the popularity will not be too bad, and he can also have a tie with the black bear-like Alecchi, and people are willing to accept this man called Zalanda; However, for Zhang Mao, it is a little different, because Ding Yi's propaganda archery horse is excellent, and when he practiced it in his spare time, it attracted a lot of boos: "It's okay to be on time." That's the best comment ever.

Because these military horses guarding the first are all elites, for them, shooting accurately, there is nothing to boast about, just like the front-line field elite troops of modern powers, rifles 100 meters chest ring target, volcanic shooting can hit the target, what praise can be won? How polite and kind can you be, that is, the word "okay"?

"You'll have to use heavier arrows!" Someone proposed to Zhang Mao like this, "Otherwise, you won't be able to shoot through the armor of the Ming people at all, and you won't even be able to shoot through the cotton armor!" Others said, "It's too slow!" Mongolia pays attention to a fast word! "And he doesn't ride a horse, he shoots so closely, and he shoots with a soft bow - anyway, you use light arrows, and my five or six-year-old cubs shoot no worse than you!" ”

Zhang Mao was said that he couldn't lift his head, one is that he is the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty after all, even if he has talent, practice, he is naturally not as desperate as the elite of these grasslands who have survived a hundred battles, now the snow has stopped, the wind is still very strong, the arrow is not as good as a bullet, fifty meters can be on target, to be honest, it is very good; One is that he put part of his energy, which can also be said to be the focus, is on sniper rifles and pistols, after all, after Ding Yi improved the firearms of this era, he can see that it is an inevitable trend for hot firearms to replace cold weapons. Therefore, Zhang Mao can't simply practice with a bow and arrow.

However, being ridiculed by the Mongol soldiers at this time made him feel that his archery skills were really useless, and he couldn't help but be very embarrassed. Fortunately, Ding Yi came over and hugged his shoulders and smiled: "Don't be afraid, you are only fourteen, practice slowly, wait for twenty years old, and see who of them dares to laugh at you!" ”

"Fourteen?" The people on the side were amazed, the physique of Ale Chi or Chen San, in this era, whether inside or outside the Guan, there are always a minority, Zhang Mao's height of one meter seven or less, they sighed very much, and someone couldn't help patting Zhang Mao's shoulder, "Not bad!" It's only fourteen, practice hard! "Zalanda, you cub has grown up, I'm afraid I can catch up with Alechi, that's better than you!" ”

Ding Yi smiled and responded, not showing a trace of worry, although the elite of the ten elites was searching for him in the army; Although it is quite possible that Badama has already seen through him. (To be continued......)

PS: My tooth hurts so much, and I've finally put together a chapter now

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