Marble tightened his face, and the wind whistled through the sides of the helmet, mingling with the dense sound of horses' hooves. The horseshoe prints on the muddy road already show that the enemy is not far away, and if you work harder, you can catch up and kill them.

It feels so good to chase and kill! Ma Zide was one riding position behind Ma Bao, and he gripped the handle of the saber hard, feeling that it was a little slippery with the rain, and he rubbed his hand on his waist and thigh a few times. Well, it feels much better this time.

The rain is like fog, but it just doesn't stop. But the clouds had faded, and the moonlight was faintly shining through, becoming hazy. The stagnant water on the road reflected a little light, and then it was trampled by the chaotic horse's hooves, splashing countless broken jade fragments.

Liu Zhen, the son of Shu, and Zhang Guoyong, the general, lagged behind Ma Bao, but they were pulled into a horizontal row with Ma Zide, neck and neck. Both of them were a little unhappy about this guy who was obviously here to steal the credit, but because of Ma Bao's face, they didn't have time to talk coldly and tease, but they refused to lag behind him.

Faintly, he could already see the figure in front of him, Ma Bao smiled coldly, grabbed the spear, and slammed forward.

Mazid raised his saber, his upper arm perpendicular to the horizontal, his elbow against his helmet pointing to the sky, and his upper arm was firmly behind him, ready to deliver a full blow.

Liu Zhen and Zhang Guoyong, as well as the cavalry behind them, also raised their weapons, knives or guns, and the excitement of the battle instantly filled their bodies.

The first to be caught up were the Qing soldiers who had entered the jungle to search for the enemy, and these people had started late, leaving them with only tired horses. As a result, they became the first targets of the pursuers.

Seeing that the pursuers had arrived behind them, these Qing soldiers shouted in fear and panic, desperately urging the horses, but none of them dared to turn back to meet the battle.

It's close, it's close, Ma Bao clamped the horse's belly hard, the war horse swooped forward, and the attack distance had been reached, he held the gun with both hands, controlled the horse purely with his legs, and stabbed out with a shot, and the sticky feeling just came along the gun body, and he pulled it out hard. In the scream, the Qing soldiers were bleeding from their left ribs and fell off their horses.

The cavalry of the Ming army used Ma Bao as the arrow, like a frenzy that constantly rolled the waves, ruthlessly drowning the Qing army that fell behind.

Ma Zide leaned forward, and the long-standing saber slashed down, and with the horsepower of the forward rush, the slanted shoulder strap carried the knife, almost cutting the Qing soldiers in half.

"Hey!" Liu Zhen had already risen from the saddle, stepped on the stirrups with both feet, controlled the horse purely with his legs, and stabbed out diagonally with a shot, hitting the back of the enemy soldier.

"Slash!" Zhang Guoyong waved the big knife, a powerful oblique split, blood rain sprayed, and a head flew into the air.

The knives and guns swung continuously, more blood splattered out, and more screams rang out and stopped. The cavalry of the Ming army became more and more excited, and constantly shouted excitedly. And the Qing soldiers who were lucky not to die after falling off their horses only lived a few more seconds, and rows of Ming cavalry galloped by, and they were either killed or trampled into meat by the horses' hooves.

The field of vision in front was wide, and the group of Qing soldiers who were behind had been slaughtered. The sense of obstruction disappeared, and the speed of the Ming cavalry increased again, chasing after the squirting figure in front.

Xian Guoan listened to the rumbling hooves behind him, and when he was frightened, he felt the wheezing of the horses under his seat. Silently, he unfastened his rain-soaked cloak and threw it away, feeling the horse a little faster. and unleash the iron armor, and throw it again.

Since the line Guoan has set an example, other Qing soldiers have also followed suit, armor, quivers, bows and arrows, horse bags...... The more things are thrown, the more they are thrown, and it seems that everything except weapons has become a burden, a burden to delay the escape.

The flag-bearer looked left and right, seeing that there were more and more people who surpassed him, and finally let go and threw away the flag of the line Guoan, lowered his head, and stepped up to urge the horse to flee.

The Ming army chased closer, but as the Qing army lost their armor, the two sides began to maintain a fixed distance again, galloping one after the other.

The Qing army had no extra horses to replace, and although the Ming army was different, after a day of marching and fighting, the physical strength of the horses was also greatly consumed. Both sides of the chase and the escape have their own difficulties, and they are both gritting their teeth and persevering, and no one is willing to give up easily.

Ma Bao suddenly shook off the horse bag, including the dry food inside. Then the cloak, the chain mail, then the wet clothes, and even the helmet at the end of the day. A brave warrior with a shirtless and bald head, glaring angrily, and clutching a big gun, he took the lead, and his fierce nature was fully displayed.

Seeing that Ma Bao had already jumped out of several riding positions, the generals behind him also reduced their burdens, some threw a lot of bare-chested shirts, and some threw less still wearing cloth clothes and helmets. But the speed was indeed a little faster, and it was a little closer to the tail of the Qing army.

"Your Excellency." The captain of the guard galloped neutrally, looked back, and his face showed a look of determination, "Lead the team to block for a while, and keep the adults out of danger safely." After speaking, without waiting for the line Guoan to answer, he waved his knife and shouted: "Brothers, fight with the enemy!" Turn around and rush to kill, and survive in death. With that, he slowed his horse.

The guards are all the henchmen of the line national security, and they have received the most favors and are the most loyal. Hearing the captain's shout, many people responded with the voice, slowed down their horses, and turned around.

There was a look of hesitation on Xian Guoan's face, but then he grabbed the horse's belly and continued to gallop forward. These guards are fighting to the death, buying some time to get themselves out of danger. And their fate was already sealed, and those few men and horses could not stop the cavalry of the Ming army at all. If you stop by yourself, you will not be disappointed by their loyalty.

"Dying and struggling, it's a pity it's late." A light look flashed on Ma Bao's face.

The enemy stopped and was head-on. But the distance is so short, from stopping to speeding up, it is obviously not enough. However, the Ming army always maintained the speed of impact, and this advantage determined that the Qing army's counter-charge was just a mantis arm blocking the car and killing itself.

Cavalry hedging is about speed, whoever is slow will be more likely to be hit, Ma Bao understands this truth, and the Qing army on the opposite side also understands. But despite their desperate efforts to push their horses and bravely meet the outnumbered Ming army, the disadvantage in speed was still unavoidable.

"Kill!" "Kill!" Almost at the same time, the frenzied cries rang out, and the two cavalry slammed into each other, the clashing of weapons, the shouts of men, the screams of men, and the neighing of horses, resounded over this not wide avenue.

The tip of the spear on the opposite side flashed, and it stabbed at Ma Baodang's chest. Ma Bao did not dodge, with the help of horsepower and arm strength, with a sharp knock with the gun, the two horses staggered, he shot the Qing soldiers off the horse with a horizontal handle of the gun. The horse's speed slowed down slightly, but Ma Bao's power did not decrease, and he roared and stabbed out. The Qing soldiers on the opposite side waved their swords to block, and it felt like they had hit a stone, and their strength was unusually great. The body of the gun was only slightly off, and it still pierced the enemy's left rib. Ma Bao picked and pulled, the gun returned to his hand, and then slammed it again, slamming it on the shoulder and neck of another Qing soldier.

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