Hu Shan stripped off his robe in a few seconds, wiped his face with it, then wrapped it around his left arm and stood up with a long knife: "Sir, go back, Hu Shan!" Ding Yi did not say anything to refute, but stabbed an opponent sideways and took a step back and let Hu Shan take his place.

This is what Ding Yi hopes to see. As a squad commander, it was his responsibility, not Ding Yi to play such a role. After Ding Yi retreated, he did not rest, but was looking for equipment of the dead soldiers, the long knives that were strangled, and handed them handed to the sergeants who did not have long soldiers.

So after a moment, nearly a hundred killers heard Hu Shan's howl: "Prepare gun! Prevent the left stab!"

Thin queue, short queue.

Like a dam in front of the sea waves, it cannot be submerged.

Four times, the leader who commanded the killer, that is, the thin green and sad red in the White Lotus Sect, is known as the Red Lotus Karma Fire, and he thought that he could kill Ding Yi and others without taking three breaths. Seven times, Hu Shan felt that he would be unable to breathe in the next moment, and felt that he could no longer hold on; but every time this moment, Ding Yi would take over the most tired sergeant and personally take it on, adding a few wounds to his body, killing several enemies.

Hu Shan changed and became crazy. When he thought he would die again and again in a short period of time, and survived in front of the opponent's blade again and again, people would either be as if Hu Shan had felt before: he would never be spared next time; or he would be as good as Hu Shan now, and he felt that he could not be killed.

So he used all his strength and shouted an extremely correct order: "Go forward! Charge!"

A seven-man team set down the enemy in front of him and started trotting.

Killers are not army.

The casualties reached 30%, and the army that did not collapse was enough to be called elite soldiers.

The killers are not elite soldiers, but there are no less than ten people killed by Ding Yi, and their losses have already exceeded 30%.

If you keep attacking Hu Shan and the others and maintain this suppression, perhaps after half of the incense stick, Hu Shan and the others will die in exhaustion. And these killers who are not elite soldiers will also achieve the final victory.

But when Hu Shan and the others began to charge, the iron law of the battlefield took effect irresistibly, and more than 30% of the teams with casualties would collapse if they were not elite soldiers.

Not only Hu Shan and the others began to go crazy, but even their enemies felt that these people would never be killed. Their companions fell down one by one, and now the other party actually began to counterattack and charge. Seven enemies with naked upper body and blood, like the evil ghosts in the eighteenth level of hell, came with swords!

They collapsed so quickly that Ding Yi shouted: "Those who abandoned the weapon and kneeled down will not kill!" Almost no one paid attention to it. Killers are not elite soldiers, but there is one thing they are probably better at than elite soldiers, so they are just escapes. Especially in the scene where they have a good location, a killer who doesn't even choose a way out in advance is unlikely to be favored by Honglian Jiehuo and participate in this big business.

"Stop chasing!" Ding Yi looked at the killers' escape and stopped Hu Shan and the others from madness. When the seven of them woke up and did not believe that they had been ambushed, Ding Yi frowned and interrupted the cheers they were about to burst out again, "Guarding sentry, clean the battlefield."

Generally speaking, killers will not bring their own money to kill people, but this killer is undoubtedly very professional. Whether it is selling soup cakes or pulling kites, perhaps this is their daily life that they usually hide their identity. At least before they start, even Ding Yi can't see the disguise. Therefore, they have treasure money and broken silver on them, and they have to prepare money for business.

So he actually cleared out about ten or two pieces of broken silver, and these killers adapted to local conditions and used hidden weapons from their families. For example, the candied hawker haws in Ding's hand had three or four guns. As for the various daggers and knives left at the scene, there were even more.

"If the long knife in your hand is unstable, replace it with a long spear." Hu Shan finally got into the role, arranged two people to guard the situation, and then ordered the other soldiers, "Pick up the pot, get some water there, boil it and cook some meat..." The group of people fought almost exhausted. If they didn't eat anything, how could they have the strength to go back? Besides, who stipulated that those killers could not make a comeback?

Ding Yi looked at it, but he nodded secretly. Hu Shan finally looked a little bit. No matter how much he trained this thing, it was always empty, it was not enough to see blood. You have to be in front of you before you can see the truth. Xiang Hu Shan and the others also saw blood when they were ambushing the long street, but that was not considered in front of the battle. They had the intention to make up for the battle, and there were cavalry and combat against infantry battles. This time, he was really in front of the battle. Hu Shan was not practicing together from the beginning, but a few brothers who had kung fu under his command, but a series of new recruits, which were considered elite soldiers trained.

After all, no one dared to touch the flour and spices that sell soup cakes. God knows if there is poison in it? It is hard to say what the killer is. So he could only clean the iron pot with one ear broken as Hu Shan said, cut some meat from the dead horse and cook it. Although Ding Yi asked everyone to bring some salt when he was preparing to play polo, and he could drink it into salt water when he was not strong enough, but the salted meat was cooked and no one really wanted to eat it.

The whole place in front of me was full of scattered internal organs, intestines, corpses, and blood, although most of the black color, made the scene just now vivid in my mind. As for the smell of blood, there was no need to mention the scabs that filled the air. Just the body of everyone, either their own blood or other people's blood, the smell was choked. Who could eat the meat in the pot?

Sun Wei stood by the pot, gritted his teeth and wanted to eat something, but suddenly ran out a few steps, vomiting out a bunch of breakfast leftovers in his stomach.

The smell of vomiting is mixed with the bloody smell, which makes people feel nauseous and nauseous.

"So disciplined?" Ding Yi found his dagger, wiped it clean and walked over, and said with a smile: "You don't have to line up to sing when you are fighting, hurry up and start." As he said that, he picked up a piece of meat and threw it on the bamboo shell, cut it with a dagger, and ate it with a delicious meal. "This meat is just stewed at this time, not too bad, but the horse meat is really rough, so everyone can just get some to deal with the stomach..." He said, eating it slowly, and soon the piece of meat on the bamboo shell that was afraid of being more than pounds had eaten one-third of the meat. This scene was really nothing for Ding Yi. As a sniper, he tried to eat in a more harsh environment while lurking.

Hu Shan took a deep breath and suppressed his nausea. He also learned from Ding Yi to grab a piece of meat and gritted his teeth and started eating: "It's all a miserable family. You can't eat meat during the Chinese New Year. How can you pretend to be gentle? Eat them all! Who can't eat it? Make some branches and weave a broom in a while, and sweep the place..."

Now even Sun Wei, who had just vomited, hurriedly ran to grab the meat and ate it. Come on, scan it? Scan the remaining limbs on the ground? It would be better to grit your teeth and eat the meat!

As Hu Shan said, they are all children from poor families, young and strong, not that delicate, but they are just psychological disorders. After the first bite, a large pot of meat cooked on the horse's leg was gone in a short while. Sun Wei vomited before eating, and actually took a wrist-relieving knife and wanted to cut some more meat to cook. Fortunately, Ding Yi stopped him: "You can't eat too much when eating in the battlefield, just eight cents." Sun Wei gave up.

After sorting it out, Ding Yi nodded at Hu Shan, and the latter began to prepare to return to the city. As for who arranged this killing game and how to settle it, that was the incident that Ding Yi considered and it was also the matter that he decided after returning to the city.

But things often don't follow people's plans.

The sound of horse hooves sounded from afar. Hu Shan lay down and heard it, turned up and said to Ding Yi: "Only one rider."

After a while, the knight came into view. Hu Shan had already ordered the six soldiers to let go of the wounded. The seven men held the sword and gun array in front of them. Ding Yi found a few short-handled weapons, preparing to use them as throwing weapons to deal with the cavalry. But when he ran closer, Chen San, who had burned half of his face, rode his horse that also burned half of his face. The knife on his hand was still dripping blood, and two heads were tied between his saddle.

Seeing Ding Yi, Hu Shan, Chen San rolled off his horse and reported: "Sir, Senior Brother, I ran five or six miles when I controlled this beast. I grabbed a few passers-by and gave them the broken silver on them, and asked them to go to Jinyu Hutong to report the news, saying that there would be rewards when I went there, and I think one or two people would go..."

Ding nodded. Chen San had a brain and rushed back without relying on his passion.

But it seemed that good news and bad news were always like a pair of unyielding one-piece babies. Chen San said again: "There were more than a dozen horsemen coming out at the city gate, and the Hu people were dressed in costumes. They all came to this place from afar, carrying bows, not knowing whether they were enemies or friends. When I rushed back, I encountered those who were planted, chopped a few, but I only picked up two heads to come back... They seemed to have collided with those Hu people again, and I dared not delay, but I could only hear screams and shouts from Hu people... "

It was like a heavy hammer hitting Ding Yixin.

Is it because of my arrival that the battle between the Ming Dynasty and the Oirat will happen early?

"Sir!" Hu Shan helped Ding Yi and asked nervously, "How do you feel? Is it too much blood?"

The word excessive blood loss was learned from Ding Yi. But Ding Yi heard something was wrong, so why did he say it was like when he was greeting his compatriot Tian Kui... He stood up with force and shook his head and said, "It's okay. Although it is natural disadvantage to stepping against riding, he can't keep us here!"

"Fight!", "Fight!" These seven or eight people just defeated nearly a hundred killers with few enemies. They were so powerful that they responded to Ding Yi's words, but no one retreated.

Ding Yi shook his head and quickly overturned his judgment. It was impossible. Even if the Ming Dynasty and Oirat started a war early, those Hu people should go north, not southeast. However, more than a dozen cavalry were still a problem for these seven or eight remaining soldiers.
Chapter completed!