The scout team of the Ming army divided into two groups and entered the position designated by Lu Xiao. They witnessed the bloody battle between Lu Xiao and Tartar throughout the whole process.

On the one hand, they were shocked that there really was someone with such a high force value, who could fight against nearly thirty Tartars with the strength of one person. In addition, they really don't understand why Lu Xiao is working so hard.

But as Lu Xiao's physical strength was exhausted and he began to be injured, this group of Ming army scouts still couldn't help it.

"Captain, we're just watching?"

"I've never served anyone in my life, but this man is a real hero. We can't look at it like that! ”

The words of a few team members made the captain of the scout also a little shaken.

Being a scout to survive until now, he is undoubtedly a veteran oilman. And the characteristic of the veteran oil is that he knows how to save his life. Although there are now less than ten Tartars on the field. But it's still a life-saving job.

But while saving his life, there was another emotion impacting him. Meritorious service, glory and wealth, these are all there. But more of a feeling of blood boiling. An impulse that originates from the depths of the soul.

"Third brother, you take the two brothers to go around and save the two brothers first. Then support us with bows and arrows. The fourth sends a signal to the other side, and we go up together. ”

Lu Xiao began to feel a little struggling. There were seven Tartars left, and these seven were undoubtedly the strongest of the bunch. And the other party had two shield hands, entangled Lu Xiao to the death, preventing him from killing and injuring others. Their tactics were very clear, that is, to consume Lu Xiao's physical energy, and then capture him alive.

Lu Xiao was a little hesitant in his heart, he seemed tired. But in fact, some of the physical fitness is still retained. Mainly for getting out. He now has two options.

One is to burst out with all his might, and he is sure to kill all the Tartars in front of him. But there will be a big price to pay. The other is to turn around and run directly, he believes that these Tartars will not be able to keep themselves.

Just when Lu Xiao was a little entangled, a cold arrow suddenly shot out from the side. Shot a Tartar in the head with precision.

This time, the rest of the Tartars were really panicked. The face of the Tartar leader, who had always remained calm, changed completely. He endured it without signaling. It's because if reinforcements arrive and see his men being cut down by a man. Then his face will be completely lost. Since then, he has never been able to raise his head in the army.

What he originally thought was that as long as he could take down Lu Xiao, after he went back, he would casually make up a story about encountering the Ming army's multi-force scout team. When the time comes, there will be face and credit. It's just that I didn't expect that the other party would have reinforcements.

The leader of the Tartars didn't even think about it, so he took out a rattling arrow and was about to release it. Seeing this, Lu Xiao immediately made a move, directly threw out the knife in his hand, and cut off one of the Tartar's wrists.

The arrow fell to the ground, and Lu Xiao shouted. He drew his last long knife and forced his way into the tartar. The ten surrounding Ming troops also surrounded them. The crossbow and the bow and arrow were fired in a volley, and the Tartar's shield was not enough, and two more people were shot down at once.

Seeing this, the rest of the Tartars finally began to panic. Scattered, trying to escape. But it was already too late. Ten Ming army scouts, plus Lu Xiao rushed up, chopping all the tartars except for the leader into meat sauce.

It wasn't until the last Tartar fell that Lu Xiao took a deep breath.

"Quickly inspect the battlefield and gather everything you can use. Take the wounded and the prisoners, get on their horses, and get out of here at once. ”

In the end, though, the arrow didn't go out. But Lu Xiao knew that this was not safe. The nearest Tartar camp is less than two hills. It is also possible that the sound of the fight was heard. Therefore, it is imperative to leave as soon as possible.

The hilt of the knife slammed into the leader's head, knocking him unconscious. Stop the bleeding indiscriminately to prevent him from bleeding too much and die. Then the group, riding the Tartar horses, quickly left the scene.

Shortly after they left, a team of scout Tartar scouts arrived on the scene. The tragic picture shocked them. Twenty-eight Tartar elites died here without a sound. Could it be that the main force of the Ming army has infiltrated here?

This discovery shocked the Tartars, and they hurriedly went back to report it. And separated two people and traced the past along the tracks.

Lu Xiao and the others ran for nearly two hours in one go. Then stop for rest in a valley. Lu Xiao also felt a little tired. The main thing is that he is not unscathed, and there are three wounds on his body, although they are not deep. But if he didn't deal with it for a long time, he still felt a little empty.

This time, there is no need for Lu Xiao to say. The rest of the Ming army also began to keep watch around on their own. The captain dragged the Tartar captive to the fire and searched him carefully.

Soon, he found a waist card.

"Master Lu, it's a cow."

Niulu was a military establishment during the Manchu Qing Dynasty. The military establishment of the Manchurians is relatively rough, and the lowest is Niu Lu. The command of one Niu Lu was three hundred. commanding 300 people, whether it is in the Ming army or the Manchu Qing Dynasty, this is a real officer.

"Wake him up and give him something to eat. Don't let him die. ”

Lu Xiao didn't mean to torture here. One is that there is no time, and the other is that it is not his job. In case he learns any military aircraft information from this guy, he has no right to know it theoretically. This is a matter of procedure, don't think that modern talent will be procedural.

Actually, modern times don't talk about programs, it's just not easy to mix. In ancient times, some programs were wrong, and they had to lose their heads.

At this time, two other scouts who were caring for the wounded approached.

"Master Lu, there is a brother who didn't survive."

Lu Xiao nodded, he was used to seeing life and death in his previous life. There are no waves in my heart. Those two Ming soldiers had been brutally tortured before. Coupled with running all the way, it's normal to not be able to hold on.

"Try to save the other brother's life. He's important to us. ”

"Lu Ye, don't worry, the other brother is in good spirits, I don't think it's a big problem."

"That's good."

The survival of this wounded man is an important supplement to what Lu Xiao's team has done. In this way, the behavior of Lu Xiao and others added a rationality to rescuing colleagues. Added to the reason why they were so risky.

Half rested, and did a night of vigilance. The Tartars did not chase after him. The group breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. They need to get back to the camp as soon as possible. Calculating the time, the army is still about five days away.

They had to rush back before that. Then try to get as much information as possible from that Niu Lu's mouth, so as to adjust the action strategy of the army.

In the early morning mist, Lu Xiao and his party took the wounded and prisoners. After passing through the mountains and forests, they made rapid progress in the direction of the Ming army camp.

The jungle was silent, as if it were calm before a storm.