Mo Yuanhai is not a tiger general, but he has no tough background, he can stand out among many soldiers, and his own bravery is naturally indispensable.

Of course, if you have force, you must also have brains, otherwise you will die quickly on the battlefield.

And it just so happens that he is this kind of person.

The force is not superior, but it is sufficient.

The mind is not outstanding, but it is sufficient.

So he's been living well.

This time, for example, he moved forward bravely, and after firing two arrows, he resolutely turned sideways to meet the soft-looking arrow.

Hiss!

It hurts.

This was the first thing he felt after being hit by the arrow, and then he shouted two words as if he was exhausted by the arrow, and then fell to the ground.

And the soldiers who thought he had sacrificed their lives for their country were even more courageous until they fell to the ground one by one under the enemy's butcher's knife.

Run, I ran a lot, but most of them stayed.

And he has never been unconscious, and he endured the pain and fell into the water nest and pretended to be a dead dog.

Fortunately, those dog rebels of the Ming Dynasty were afraid of delaying time, so they left without cleaning up the battlefield at all. Fortunately, just when he couldn't bear it and decided whether to run away on his own, Zheng Tao's troops came.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zheng Tao's order to check if there was any living mouth.

saved.

The next thing was that the soldiers found out that he was still alive, attracted Zheng Tao, and called Lang Zhong.

Originally, he planned to stay in a coma, because although the matter was not revealed, what he did was really not very glorious, and he really didn't know how to face his old superiors.

Eventually, though, he woke up.

Because the method of pulling out the arrow in that *** Lang Zhong is too rough and so painful!

"General! I don't want to go back! I can continue to fight, even if I can't stand up and be carried! I also want to see these rebels of the Ming Dynasty killed, to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Mo Yuanhai decided to perform the play to the end.

But Zheng Tao's attitude was very resolute, and he resolutely ordered the soldiers to carry him to Shenglong, and also assigned him a Langzhong, the one who had just taken the arrow. The words are also very gentle.

"Yuan Hai, you don't have to worry, I will definitely not let go of those traitors who will take revenge, and avenge you and the people who died in vain! Don't worry, go back to recuperate, and wait for me to triumph!"

"General..."

"Needless to say, the sooner they were destroyed, the fewer people died by their swords. We can't delay any longer, it's time to go."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Tao waved his hand and asked people to carry Mo Yuanhai and other soldiers who had hope of being rescued and left.

And he himself led people to continue to embark on the road of chasing and suppressing the source of sand.

After seeing the tragic situation of their own soldiers and civilians, all the soldiers held their breath.

Although in the past they also bullied the people, although there was friction between their companions from time to time. But that doesn't mean you can be killed indiscriminately.

The human heart is like this, and so is human nature.

But for Sha Dingzhou, it's a different story.

After this slaughter of the village, the shackles in Sha Dingzhou's heart seemed to have been opened. Previously, when the Ming Dynasty rebelled, he still had some scruples, but when he went to a foreign country, he didn't care.

Then, every time he passed through a village, he would take people over and slash them. The positive ones are more robbers than the real robbers.

On the other side, in the upper reaches of the Tao River.

Mu Tianbo and the others' troops stopped in a wilderness.

The purpose was to wait for the 25,000 troops of Zheng Kai's army who were chasing after him.

They stopped, which surprised Zheng Kai. He really didn't understand what these Ming troops meant, if they didn't want to invade Jiaozhi, they ran in.

If they wanted to make trouble in the hinterland of Cochin, they stopped again.

With twice as many people on their side as they are, do you really think that you can beat yourself in this open space?

Damn, cross the river and dry

They!

Zheng Kai was ruthless and made a decision. As the host, he knows much more about this place than Mu Tianbo and the others.

The march has always been a battle to defeat the enemy and cross the river, but here, he did not have the slightest worry about it.

As far as he knows, there are as many as five or six bridges to cross the river in the past ten miles, and once the troops are scattered, which part will you fight?

"Brother Xianglin, don't we really have to ambush their soldiers crossing the river?" Mu Tianbo looked at Zheng Jun who was starting to cross the river in the distance and said.

"No, Grandpa, you see, this soldier who is crossing the bridge, even thirty percent of their number, means that the others have gone elsewhere. Rather than surround and guard against an enemy who came out of nowhere, it is better to fight them hard-to-earth here."

"Since Brother Xianglin said so, I will do as you say!"

"Grandpa! His Majesty has given us the lightest and strongest armor, as well as sharp firearms. Compared to these guys, we're armed to the teeth. Even if we are outnumbered, we must have the confidence to win. If you don't win this battle, how can you hide your face to face the fathers of the Ming Dynasty!? The time has come to test us!"

"Brother Xianglin, you're right!" Mu Tianbo nodded emphatically.

He knew that Ma Xianglin was right.

If they can't defeat Zheng Kai's army, they will only gather more and more enemies along the way, and their hope of victory will be even slimmer.

So, in addition to retreating. Frontal combat is the only option at this time.

During this period of time in the management of the army, he looked at everything to the white pole soldiers, although it is still slightly insufficient, but the spirit of the soldiers under his command is very different from the past.

More high-spirited, more united, and sharper.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The two stood silently in place, waiting for the enemy to arrive.

About three quarters later, Zheng Kai's army appeared.

After the first few grapplings, he didn't take the enemy lightly in the slightest. Twenty-five thousand soldiers fanned down on them.

On Mu Tianbo's side, the first to bear the brunt was still a thousand musketeers, and on the side of the musketeers were Ma Xianglin's four thousand white pole soldiers.

This is the result of Ma Xianglin's strong demand, in his words, the white pole soldier should gnaw the hardest bone.

There were a hundred throwers in between.

They made an inventory before the station, and the number of grenades was less than five hundred, and after this battle, I am afraid there will be nothing left.

Behind them, there were the officers and soldiers under Mu Tianbo, which included archers and infantry.

These soldiers in their early 10,000s have a common characteristic, that is, they are all dressed in the standard armor of the same water.

And this armor that does not belong to this era is naturally from Zhu Youzhen's plug-in.

"Upper A!"

Mu Tianbo's slightly immature roar echoed over the wilderness, and then the sound of a uniform pull-down mask sounded on the battlefield.

At the same time, the musketeers in the front row also raised their muskets loaded with ammunition and aimed at Zheng Jun, who was rushing towards them in the distance.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out.