The leader recognized him as the little Khan of the Duyin tribe near Lake Baikal, and some of the tribes there had thrown themselves under the command of the Great Khan, who brought four teams of 100 people to Maoerzhuang to join the Taishi Yexian, and he was very happy first, and rewarded him with a hundred sheep at that time.

"This weather, you brag, you are here, what are you doing?" The little Khan asked Shuanghuri like this, his accent was a little weird, maybe it was the native accent of the eastern grassland, he rode on a horse and raised his chin and asked Shuanghuri, "In the camp ahead, the Ming dog mixed in and set fire, the cattle and sheep ran away from the fence, and killed many of us, you don't go to help put out the fire, search for the Ming dog, squat here, and brag about the horns, are you crazy?" ”

Shuanghuri didn't care about the tone of this little sweat at all, because he knew that the next words would definitely interest the other party: "Ah Pong Rakshasa, I trapped him, and he was in the black hole in front of him. Looking at the little Khan of the Duyin tribe, he looked like he was bragging, and he became angry, "It's not a Rakshasa Apo, it's also a hero among the Ming people!" ”

"Okay, I'll believe you once." The little sweat waved his hand, causing one of his men to step forward with a knife to check.

Shuanghuri knew that this little Khan was afraid of the curse of Apong Rakshasa, but it didn't matter, even if Apong Rakshasa killed the person who went to check and robbed his horse, Shuanghuri was absolutely sure that he would shoot him with an arrow before Apong Rakshasa got on his horse. But soon he froze.

For the man who had gone to check on horseback soon rode his horse and reported to the little Khan, "There is a dead chicken, and there are no dead or alive people besides it." ”

Shuanghuri screamed and jumped: "No! Immortality! The demon is trapped by me! Obviously I trapped him! ”

He shouted, and ran forward with his bow in hand.

This is impossible, unless Apunrakshasa can actually run back to hell!

Because of his excitement, Shuanghuri didn't notice the little Khan of the Duyin tribe behind him. It was only when he heard that there was no trace of the Rakshasa that his hand was released from the hilt. He only cared about all the good dreams he had been dreaming of, but they came to naught in an instant. Shuanghuri even ran to the trap faster than Khan on horseback.

It was a trap for hunting large animals, either black blind or tigers and wolves, and there were seven or eight sharpened stakes underneath. But following this trap, Shuang Yuri's heart was half cold, he picked up a wooden sign with Chinese characters written on it, turned to the little sweat of the Naduyin tribe and asked urgently, "What is written on it?" Noble, tell the Sun! ”

The little sweat looked sideways and said to him, "The words of the Ming people." I don't recognize a few of them, it seems to be 'there is a trap', right? I don't know much either. He said this, but in his heart he admired his husband so much, a trap, with a trap to trap the archer on the grassland who never missed. This kind of thing was only done by his husband.

Shuanghuri muttered, "He won." He won. When the snow fell again, he won. The fluttering snowflakes and dirt were not the bait that Ding Yi threw to attract him to shoot arrows, but the mud that Ding Yi was slowly and steadily digging the ditch and throwing away.

On the east and west walls of the trap, there are hollows dug out for footrest, and on the south wall. There are two recesses that can be held against the knees. He even climbed down carefully on his own, trying to be a mature man, using his knees and soles to fix himself in the depression.

Even with these four depressions, Shuangyu was barely able to pull the bow in half. This was enough for Ding Yi to exert his strength to dig this hiding way.

How Ding Yi escaped from under his nose was already understood.

It was by taking advantage of this trap that he was in a slightly southerly inclined terrain, that is, the north of the trap was higher than the south, and then Ding Yi carried out earthwork on the southern edge of the deep pit, and dug a trench about a foot deep and a foot wide about a foot below the surface, about ten paces long, not always three feet deep, but shallower and shallower, and the proportional section was like a right-angled triangle.

Because with the decline of the terrain, especially when it is ten steps away, there is no need to dig, lying low on the ground, which is enough to make thirty steps, that is, sixty meters away, unable to see the human figure. He just ran away, and the simplest things are often the most useful things.

"How did he do it?" After Shuanghuri crawled out of the trap, he muttered to himself in confusion, "This is not a pit that can be dug with a knife, obviously he doesn't have a shovel on him!" "Not only these four depressions, but also the shallow ditch to the south of the trap is incredible, and the frozen ground at this time of year is extremely hard, and it is absolutely impossible to make such a hole with a knife.

Shuanghuri climbed up and down on the edge of the trap, and took the scimitar on his waist to simulate Ding Yi's possible movements, but he couldn't figure out how the other party did it? Growing up on the grasslands, they didn't know much about the earthwork, and they were better at field warfare than fighting in the city.

And he could not imagine that thousands of years later, there would be an army that would become obsessed with the earthwork industry: even if his country was already full of satellites; Even if the cavalry of the world is almost extinct; Even when assassination is no longer a common subject, the field troops are still required to conduct training in the excavation of cat's ear holes.

So he couldn't understand that someone would go to battle with a shovel.

Although Ding Yi's sapper shovel hung on his waist, for Shuang Yuri, he subconsciously thought it was a knife or an axe.

Several knights of the Duyin tribe looked at their little Khan.

The latter shook his head, raised his horsewhip and struck at Shuang Yuri, and scolded in his mouth: "You don't look like a prairie man at all!" When the camp was attacked and the brothers were defending against the dogs, you were scared and ran away! When the camp is on fire and everyone is busy going to corral the cattle and sheep, you shamefully hide here, blow the horns, and wait for someone to come to your rescue! You guy who will bleed to death sooner or later, go back and accept Nayan's punishment! Then this little Khan, that is, Chen San, a disciple of Ding Yi, gave a whistle and ran back with his subordinates. These dozen or so people are the first batch of young people recovered by Ding Yi of the Duyin tribe, and they are also the henchmen cultivated by Chen San, who are determined to naturalize the Ming Dynasty. Compared to others, they are more like Chen San's family members, only obeying his orders.

Shuang Huri, who was covered with whip marks, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, he didn't continue to chase south, because he knew that he couldn't catch up, and even if he caught up, he would lose the certainty that he would definitely be able to kill Ding Yi. Master duel, in fact, you know whether you win or lose. When he was pulled a hundred steps away by Ding, or shrunk to within ten steps, he knew that he would not be able to win, and his absolute control range was within fifteen steps and eighty steps. And now, even if he can find the traces of Ding Yi's escape, it is meaningless, because Ding Yi's speed is faster than him, and Shuang Yuri is not a barbarian.

He will wait for opportunities, there is never a shortage of opportunities on the battlefield, just like a high-ranking figure like Akin Rakshasa who knows that he will definitely have a chance, he is not in a hurry, a haode hunter, always has enough patience.

Ding Yi didn't know all this, otherwise with his character, he would definitely stay and kill Shuanghuri or capture him alive.

He didn't know that it was Chen San.

Never taking risks lightly is the first creed to preserve yourself.

Ding Yi didn't stop to observe how the archers behind him reacted, this was not a duel, nor was it a competition.

On the battlefield, there is only life and death.

Then Ding Yi met a team that didn't collect at night.

The night of being hunted down is not collected.

Not all the Ming troops are bloodless, at least Ding Yiyujian's team is very fierce and brave if they don't collect it at night.

There were only three of them, and the Waratians who pursued them carried seven torches.

"Let's go!" The fat night leader roared and whipped his companion's horse, while he himself circled his horse's head and threw away the torch, for he no longer needed to light the way, for the enemy was galloping, and he put a spear in his hand and laughed: "Come on, Tartar!" Look at the fuck God if you don't accept your fat man! ”

The horse's hooves sounded rapidly in this dark night, it was the drums of war that urged life, and it was the journey to death.

The north wind in the dark night pulled the flames on the torches very low, and the snowflakes blurred their vision, except for the uncertain one archer in ten thousand people like Shuangyuri, normally speaking, ordinary people would not be able to shoot their bows and shoot targets on such horses, so the fight became more cruel.

There is no "night battle", and there is nothing to return to the "immortal to show the way." "Riding horses, hedging, and handing out the knives and guns in your hands are the simplest and most direct to the unique violent beauty on the battlefield. The sound of the collision of knives and guns was drowned out by the howling of the wind and snow, and neither the white blade of the spear head nor the light of the scimitar was whiter than the snowflakes. There is only blood, and the red blood is splashed paint, which is so eye-catching in this black and white world.

The two sides passed by, and turned the horse's head.

There were only six torches left of the Warats, and one of them shook his horse and finally fell.

The fat leader of the Ming army who didn't accept it at night was also swaying on his horse, but he finally stabilized his body and shouted at those Warats: "Come on! Sassy Tartars! Come and have another fight with your fat man! ”

Those Varat Tartars looked at the two cavalry Ming soldiers who fled before, and they couldn't catch up at this time, and they couldn't help but grit their teeth at the end of the Ming army, but this fat Ming army didn't collect it at night, and the hard work under his hands was extremely tough, and he actually made three people under one combination, which made those Vara Tartars a little hesitant, because if they fought with this guy again, maybe they would have to fold one or two more.

"They can't do it with you again." As the war horse neighed, Ding Yi's voice came from the darkness. (To be continued......)

PS: Come on, smash the tickets again to encourage it, the monthly pass, for me, can really return to the blue......