At this time, the Tatar camp on the battlefield was divided by Yang Bing's people, and there were still hundreds of Tatar soldiers between him and the city wall, but behind him there was an army of 20,000 led by Keti Khan.

Seeing this situation, Yang Bing's heart was not good, he was still too naïve, thinking that with a grenade in his hand, he could successfully repel the enemy army, but after Keti Khan had reorganized the remaining army, he attacked Yang Bing and others again, and the grenade in Yang Bing's hand had already been used up in the first wave of impact.

Keti Khan led the Tatars into the battle again, and the situation was turned around in an instant, and soon the 5,000 elite soldiers led by Yang Bing were forced to retreat to the foot of the city wall.

"Da Da Da ......"

At this time, the city gate opened, and the sound of horses' hooves came, Yang Bing turned his head to look, only to see Wan Qi Keer riding on a war horse, with a spear in his hand, rushing into the enemy's army, like a tiger entering a flock, leaving behind the corpses of Tatars everywhere he passed.

About a thousand Ming soldiers rushed out of the city, and when they saw this, they hurriedly shouted to Wan Qi Ke'er: "Don't hide people now, let them all come out!" ”

Wan Qi Ke'er was stunned: "That's all." ”

"Holy!" Yang Bing really understood the rapid changes of ancient warfare this time, and it seems that even if he has crossed over, it is not possible to completely rely on the tactics of his previous life.

Yang Bing scolded the street, and just as he wanted to speak, a wide-backed machete slashed at him, and he hurriedly put the knife horizontally in front of him to block the blow.

The powerful force cut Yang Bing off his horse, and when he looked up, he saw Keti Khan walking towards him with a big knife with a fierce face.

Wan Qi Ke'er saw that Yang Bing was cut off his horse, and hurriedly brandished his spear to fight with Keti Khan, and Keti Khan's big knife was accompanied by huge power every time it was swung, blocking four or five Wan Qi Ke'er in succession, and the tiger's mouth had burst out, so he had to defend.

Yang Bing eased up, picked up the long knife that fell to the side and joined the battle, although this body was very weak, but relying on the memory of his previous life, Yang Bing also fought back and forth with Keti Khan.

Yang Bing held a long knife and slashed Keti Khan in close quarters, Wan Qi Ke'er kept interfering with Keti Khan with a spear on the side, and the other party couldn't help but scold.

"You Ming people are really despicable, two to one." Ketihan didn't expect that he would be restrained by a female general and a little white face.

"Hmph, for the enemy, you have to do whatever it takes!" Yang Bing caught an oversight on the part of Keti Khan, grabbed the back of Keti Khan's knife with his left hand, Rao was so that the other party's knife was still slashed on Yang Bing's shoulder, Yang Bing gritted his teeth and stabbed the long knife at Keti Khan with his right hand.

Keti Khan tried to dodge the knife, but it was still a few seconds late, and the knife stabbed into Khatihan's thigh, and Wan Qiker followed suit and stabbed Khan in the shoulder.

I have to say that Keti Khan's strength is still very strong, and he can still kick Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er out with a knife and a shot in his body.

Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er fell heavily to the ground, Yang Bing spat out a mouthful of blood, a two-centimeter-deep wound was cut on his shoulder, and when he looked up to see that Keti Khan was also seriously injured, Yang Bing took out a signal flare he made himself from his arms, which was improved with Ming Dynasty fireworks.

Yang Bing sent a signal to the sky, and not far away, a puff of dust was raised on the only road between Beiliu and Jincheng, and Fang Dahai, who was the leader, led the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty behind him.

The tide of battle was reversed again, and the 6,000 men of Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ke'er were now less than 3,000 left, and the Tatar army had also lost nearly 4,000 men, while behind Fang Dahai was Jincheng's 20,000 troops.

Yang Bing breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart Fortunately, he left this hand before he came out, and let Fang Dahai lead 20,000 people to wait for his signal, in fact, before he came, Yang Bing thought that he didn't need this hand, but after he really went to the battlefield, he found that he thought about the ancient war too simply.

So having inflicted heavy losses on the two leaders of the Tatars, he released flares and called for reinforcements.

This battle lasted until dark, and finally the Tatars were repulsed, and the opposing army withdrew from Beiliu and did not go to Jincheng, Keti Khan understood that it was difficult for an army of 30,000 people to take Jincheng, let alone the remnants of his own remaining soldiers, and rushed back to the Tatar country with the army.

Although the battle was won, it was a tragic victory, and the corpses under the castle were piled up like a hill.

"Holy! It's a tough battle. Yang Bing took off his armor, looked at the wound on his shoulder, gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound himself.

Wan Qi Ke'er was sitting not far away, and the female guard beside her was also bandaging her wounds, she looked at Yang Bing and recalled Yang Bing's performance on the battlefield during the day, and she couldn't figure it out more and more, and said in her heart, is this really that Yang Bing?

"Oh no! General Wan Qi, the second prince fainted! A soldier came running to report it.

"What!" Wan Qi Keer ignored the wounds on her body and ran over.

Seeing this, Yang Bing covered the wound and followed, and when the two entered the tent, they saw a Lang Zhong looking at the wound of the second prince with an embarrassed face.

At this moment, the wound was already swollen, like a bulge, and it was full of pus, and Lang Zhong took out a knife from a bag he carried with him and was about to open the knife for the second prince.

Yang Bing hurriedly ran over and grabbed Lang Zhong's hand: "Stop!" You're going to kill him. ”

Snatching the knife in Lang Zhong's hand, Yang Bing found an oil lamp, put the knife on it and roasted it, and Lang Zhong on the side said angrily to Wan Qi Keer: "General Wan Qian, is this general your person?" ”

"I'm sorry, Imperial Doctor Guan, Yang Bing hurriedly returned the things to Imperial Doctor Guan, this is not a joke!" The Guan Taiyi in Wan Qi Keer's mouth is the Lang Zhong in front of him.

Guan Taiyi's original name was Guan Shiru, who was specially assigned by the emperor to follow the second prince, so he was naturally a little arrogant, but what he didn't know was that in Yang Bing's eyes, Guan Shiru ignored a fatal problem, that is, disinfection, when he saw Guan Shiru take out a knife and was about to go under the knife directly, Yang Bing understood why the second prince's injury was so serious.

Yang Bing turned his head and didn't look at Guan Shiru at all, but said to Wan Qi Ke'er: "If you want the second prince to die here, then you can do it, if you don't want to, then don't talk nonsense!" ”

Looking at Yang Bing's eyes, Wan Qi Ke'er suddenly felt in her heart that Yang Bing in front of her might really save the second prince.

Seeing that Wan Qi Ke'er didn't stop him, Yang Bing was about to take the red-hot knife and attack, Guan Shiru was anxious: "General Wan Qi!" ”

Wan Qike waved his hand to interrupt: "Don't speak!" ”

It stands to reason that the other party is the second prince, and it is impossible for Wan Qi Keer to let Yang Bing do it, but after seeing Yang Bing's hand very flexibly cut a knife on the wound of the second prince, Wan Qi Keer said in his heart that this knife is so dexterous!

Guan Shiru on the side was also surprised, as a perennial follower of the army, he often had to knife the soldiers, but he thought that he couldn't do Yang Bing's knife, the depth and length of the wound under his knife were just right, and the amount of bleeding was very small, almost no bloodshed.

Yang Bing disagreed, he couldn't remember how many times he had dealt with such a wound in his previous life, and after squeezing out the pus, Yang Bing turned his head and said to Wan Qi Ke'er: "Go find a jar of wine, it needs a high degree." ”

"Power ???" Wan Qian Keer obviously didn't understand what degrees were.

Yang Bing patted his head: "It's going to be big!" ”

Wan Qike agreed, and walked out of the tent to find wine.