It would be a lie to say that Liu Jinzhong was not afraid of Qin Liangyu. After all, this old lady is too famous and is deeply loved by the local people in Shizhu and other places. If she attacks Shizhu, it would be like to oppose all the locals, and the difficulty can be imagined.
But after leaving the stone pillar, Liu Jinzhong was no longer afraid. On the contrary, he had to completely eliminate the Baigang Soldier. What he had to do was to test Qin Liangyu's depth and see if this old lady was capable.
Liu Jinzhong jumped into the woods with horses. The wild boars and sika deer that had just been put in fleeing, and there were countless pheasants and hares. However, Liu Jinzhong was not interested in these things, so he took the lead and rushed into the depths of the forest.
As he ran, the war horse suddenly stopped, his little ears stood up, and he listened vigilantly. Liu Jinzhong immediately added ten thousand times more careful, and took a bow and arrow, looking around.
Suddenly, a yellow body flashed among the bushes in front of him, and it was a tiger!
Liu Jinzhong hurriedly fired his bow, and with a whoosh, the feather arrow shot out. However, he was still one step slower. Just before he opened the bow, someone also shot an arrow from the other side. The arrow was impartially shot the tiger's neck.
The wounded tiger screamed in pain, as if it was going crazy, and ran towards the valley. Liu Jinzhong hurriedly urged the horse to chase him. Gradually, he also saw the figure on the opposite side, wearing a lock armor, with a big red battle robe covering the outside, like a bolt of lightning, chasing directly towards the tiger!
Qin Liangyu!
Liu Jinzhong gritted his teeth and said to himself, "Old woman, I didn't expect you to be so powerful!" His eyes turned back and forth, and a conspiracy gradually surged into his heart.
"Mrs. Qin is really a heroine of the world. I admire you very much. This tiger was hunted by you. Let me help you catch it!"
Liu Jinzhong said, urging the horse to quickly chase Qin Liangyu, and the distance between the two became closer and closer. Liu Jinzhong quietly hung the bow on the horse, and he pulled out his waist knife.
The two war horses were getting closer and closer, and Qin Liangyu was still chasing him in front without any awareness. Liu Jinzhong had already chased him and raised his waist knife in his hand.
"Old lady, don't rush to chase the tiger, there are gifts below!"
Liu Jinzhong said, swinging his knife and slashing at Qin Liangyu's neck. At this moment, Qin Liangyu suddenly turned around and the two looked at each other.
ah!
Liu Jinzhong was shocked. The opposite side was an old lady. She was clearly a young girl with clear eyebrows, white teeth, red lips, and her face was flushed because of running, which was particularly attractive.
Being fooled!
Liu Jinzhong felt something was wrong, so he could only grit his teeth and cut it down.
At this moment, Liu Jinzhong suddenly felt a cold light flashing in front of his eyes. He saw that the other party was holding a strange-shaped sword in his hand, which just cut on his knife. Suddenly the knife in his hand lightened and the first half disappeared.
Liu Jinzhong's steel knife was originally worn by a general of the Ming Dynasty. It was extremely sharp and he cared about it very much. How could it be broken easily! Could it be that this witch could not do witchcraft? Those natives were originally very evil. When Liu Jinzhong thought of this, he became more and more scared and turned around and ran away.
He wanted to escape, but Ma Yanran would not let him go. The little girl held the acrystal sword given to her by Gu Zhenhua in her hand, and instantly turned into an angel of justice and slashed towards Liu Jinzhong.
While tying the horses, Liu Jinzhong hurriedly used the remaining half knife to block it, but it was easily cut off. The tip of the sword swept across Liu Jinzhong's shoulder, and the armor was split, leaving a hole more than half a foot long on the shoulder, and blood rushed out.
"Ah!" Liu Jinzhong screamed in pain, turned around and ran away.
While running, his intestines were regretful, making you smart and making you have ulterior motives. He didn't beat the fox and made you slut out!
"Come on, help me!"
Ma Yanran urged the horse to chase after you tightly and sneered: "I still want someone to save you, it's too late! Death!"
She held the Crystal Sword tightly and chased after Liu Jinzhong bit by bit, and was about to launch a fatal blow. At this time, a team of Western Army chased after him. When she saw Liu Jinzhong being chased so miserably, she rushed up.
"Sir, we're here to save you!"
These people rushed up, Ma Yanran waved his sword, cut melons and vegetables, completely ignoring their weapons, and easily breaking out a path of blood.
Liu Jinzhong took advantage of this in the sky and ran out dozens of meters. At this time, the shouts of killing from the woods also sounded. Ma Wanchun led his subordinates to rush up. When he saw Ma Yanran chasing Liu Jinzhong, he hurriedly took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Liu Jinzhong.
Bang!
Liu Jinzhong had just escaped to the edge of the woods and his shoulder was hit, and his arm was interrupted. He was in unbearable pain and fell down the horse.
At this time, Ma Yanran also chased after him. With a wave of the sword in her hand, Liu Jinzhong's head fell to the ground!
...
Hunting turned into a massacre, and both sides were not idle on the other side. Liu Jinzhong's subordinates heard the shouts of killing in the forest and thought that the commander succeeded. They immediately became excited, brave, screamed, and rushed towards An**.
Gu Zhenhua is used to big scenes and can still hold on, but Ma Wannian has long been unable to hold on.
"Prince, please fight with humble responsibilities!"
"Well, pay attention to formation and strive for full results!"
"Abide by the order!"
Ma Wannian personally carried the banner of the White Rod Soldier, and opened his mouth and shouted out all the air in his chest.
"Run!"
"Run!"
The white-rod soldiers who were ready to go shouted together, and the soldiers rushed forward in an orderly manner to face the Western Army.
Gu Zhenhua looked at him with a telescope behind his back and nodded frequently.
"The Baigang Soldier is worthy of being a strong soldier in the world. His training is solid. The queue alone is not comparable to other troops in the Ming Dynasty. There should be no suspense in this battle!"
Gu Zhenhua was full of confidence, but Bai Ganbing himself was still a little confused, especially when Zhang Xianzhong entered Sichuan, they were defeated by Zhang Xianzhong. Can they wash away the shame this time?
Especially those newly selected musketeers abandoned the familiar spear and replaced the smoked guy, and it didn't work!
Peng Xiaoye held the cold muzzle tightly and looked ahead with a firm look.
During the training these days, the instructor's sticks were slapped on Peng Xiaoye for many times, and the green and red marks were the best proof.
Practicing aiming day and night, the ten-pound musket was held in his hand, motionless, and poked on the ground like a wooden stake for two or three hours!
Peng Xiaoye gritted his teeth and survived the hardships of these trainings. In addition to the courage and perseverance in the bones of the natives, he also had hatred!
It is the power of hatred that forces him to become stronger, become a real powerhouse, sweep the world, and clear away the shame of his ancestors.
"I want to defeat the Tartars. You are just practicing!"
Peng Xiaoye kept encouraging himself. Finally, the team of the Western Army rushed up, and Ma Wannian's loud roar came.
"Standing attentively, out of the line!"
Peng Xiaoye almost subconsciously took a step and lifted the musket in his hand.
"shooting!"
A gunshot, the Daxi Army, who was rushing in the front, was hit, with a distance of more than 100 steps!
Just as Peng Xiaoye retreated back, he glanced at him. A ball of blood was splattering on his chest, which was particularly dazzling. His whole body was shocked by the powerful force and fell two or three meters away!
"Cool!"
Peng Xiaoye was holding the musket tightly in his hand, as if this was the whole world!
Yes, unprecedented sharp weapons can not only easily eliminate the enemies in front of you, but also the hateful Tartars are no problem. Not only Peng Xiaoye, but all the white-rod soldiers burst out with strong confidence in an instant.
The reason why the White-Spike soldiers suffered a loss in field battles is that they lacked firearms and had no long-range lethality, so they could only be beaten. On the contrary, they lacked the maneuverability of war horses, and the enemy fled and could not pursue them. However, even so, the White-Spike soldiers could still fight a considerable number of Tartars, which shows how brave the heroic battles were.
Now that Gu Zhenhua made up for the shortcomings of the White Rod soldiers, their combat power burst out instantly. The sound of gunfire, the Daxi Army rushing up kept falling down, and the pieces of wheat grass were easily cut off by the farmers. The people behind were stunned, but everything seemed to be too sudden. They had not yet noticed the terrible danger and continued to rush forward.
The two sides are getting closer and closer, and Ma Wannian took the lead in grabbing the white pole. His ancestors have passed for generations. This is their magic weapon to defeat the enemy. Today we will show our power again!
"kill!"
One person drinks, thousands of people sing!
Hundreds of white wax poles more than ten feet long were neatly pierced out. After being trained by consultant An**, the white wax pole soldiers became more and more aware of the weapons in their hands. What they needed in the battle formation was not the strength of one person, but the inseparableness of the whole.
The spear was like a forest, and the Western Army that collided with was like moths throwing lights and destroying themselves.
The sharp spear penetrated their bodies and made a heart-warming sound. The waves hit the reefs and were filled with blood.
Ma Wannian used his arms to lift a big Western army up, and threw his arms out with force.
"kill!"
Ma Wannian rushed towards a leader with a gun. He was about to attack when a gunshot suddenly sounded, and half of the head of the officer in front was knocked out. It was Peng Xiaoye who fired the gun. After they retreated into the formation, they quickly jumped out of the middle and specifically picked the officers to attack.
"Good boy, you're so accurate!"
Ma Wannian was not angry and hurriedly looked for the next target. Anyway, there were countless Daxi Army, so I was not afraid of them running away!
The two sides fought hard, and the bloody courage of the Daxi Army gradually weakened. The heavy sacrifice made them look at the white-rod soldiers in front of them with admiration.
At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves from the woods. The brothers and sisters Ma Yanran and Ma Wanchun rushed in front. Ma Yanran was holding a bloody head in his hand, with ferocious facial features and particularly terrifying!
"Listen to the thief Xian, Liu Jinzhong is dead. Do you still want to repeat the same mistakes?"
Ma Wanchun also shouted loudly: "Liu Jinzhong is here, you can surrender quickly!"
ah!
What an adult!
The Western Army who saw this scene were all frightened. In an instant, someone turned around in a hurry, threw down his weapons, ran away!
Chapter completed!