Wu Sangui, who killed two enemies in a row, felt proud, and had a stance that Zhao Zilong had seven in and seven out on Changban slope.

But before he could experience this feeling for a long time, he saw a cold light flying towards his neck in the corner of his eyes. Wu Sangui lowered his head quickly without thinking. Although his neck had avoided, his helmet could not avoid it. He could only hear a light sound, and his helmet was swept into the air.

"Bang……"

Wu Sangui, who escaped the danger of being decapitated, had not had time to stand up straight, so the other party kicked him. This time, Wu Sangui could no longer avoid it and was kicked hard into his stomach. He knelt on the ground like a male shrimp.

Although he was so painful that he couldn't speak, Wu Sangui could still see the man opposite him with a ferocious face, and he waved the long sword in his hand and slashed at him.

At this time, several of Wu Sangui's servants were seven hundred steps away from him, and there was no time to rescue him.

In this situation, Wu Sangui is not only blocked, but it is too late to hide. He can only close his eyes helplessly, with a hint of bitterness on his face. Could it be that the most dazzling star of his Liaodong Army will die here today?

"Dou!"

Just as Wu Sangui closed his eyes and waited for death, a crisp and harsh metal hit sounded, and the long knife that slashed at him was blocked.

The expected head moving did not happen, and a black shadow came to him and stretched out a round shield to block the knife.

It turned out that it was no one who saved Wu Sangui's life. It was Zhao Laohei. After saving Wu Sangui, Zhao Laohei immediately fought with this person.

In the flash of lightning, Zhao Laohei and the man-made shoveled each other several times. After the two fought a few moves, the man-made shoveled sword was blocked by the round shield. He was too late to defend and was slashed hard from his neck to his chest by Zhao Laohei.

The divine piao Shiku let out a shrill scream, and used all his strength to lift the long sword and slashed heavily on Zhao Laohei's chest, who had no time to pull out the sword. However, he did not feel the knife like a bone as he expected. Instead, it made a crisp sound. It turned out that the sword was blocked by the armor on Zhao Laohei's chest.

The armor worn by Zhao Laohei is something produced by Minghu Steel Factory in modern society. Although it is incomparable to high-strength alloys such as titanium alloys, its quality is definitely excellent in this era. The Tartars couldn't even cut it into it.

Since Zhao Laohei could not kill him with this knife, the Tartars would be in trouble. Zhao Laohei swept his right leg across, and the sharp wind passed by, and a crisp "click" sound was heard. The head of the Tartar, who was so digging Shiku, twisted around at a strange angle. At this time, the Tartar could no longer stand and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Laohei, who was so serious that he could only take a breath, heard a roar from beside him, and another Tartar rushed towards him. The Tartar was carrying a small blue flag on his back. Zhao Laohei, who was familiar with the Tartar military system, changed his face. This Tartar was actually a Niulu.

The Niu Lu who came was the highest commander of the camp. Seeing that the camp was rushed in by the Ming army, the number of the other party was twice that of the one, the Ming army actually dared to attack them on their own initiative.

Well, there are not many Ming troops who have dared to take the initiative to attack the Qing army over the years, but only the Jiangning army dares to do this. When will the Liaodong army dare to do this?

What made him even more angry was that the two Ming soldiers actually killed two of his capable subordinates one after another. You should know that although the Tatars' division of Shiku and Junda were not high-ranking official positions, they were definitely one of the most brave warriors in Niulu. Now they were killed by two people like this.

He had a premonition that the camp where he was responsible for defense was very likely to be killed. This Niu Lu was anxious and angry. He had a desire to die for a moment and rushed towards Zhao Laohei. The tiger-headed spear in his hand slashed heavily at Zhao Laohei.

Seeing the tiger-headed spear slashing at him, Zhao Laohei subconsciously raised the long knife in his hand to block it.

With a loud bang, Zhao Laohei's tiger's mouth broke, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground. The tiger-headed spear hit hard again. The plate armor on Zhao Laohei's chest was actually scattered in. A muffled sound came, and Zhao Laohei's mouth spurted out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that two ribs on his chest were broken by the tiger-headed spear.

Unexpectedly, Niu Lu was so strong that he injured him in just two shots.

He looked at him and saw Niu Lu raise the tiger-headed spear in his hand high and slash it at him.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zhao Laohei took out the three-eyed pistol hanging around his waist and pulled the trigger at the man without hesitation.

"Bang!"

Only a loud noise was heard, Niu Lu, who was holding a tiger-headed spear weighing more than ten pounds, was about to end Zhao Laohei's life, his strong body stiffened. He was stunned for a long time before he slowly lowered his head and found that there was a small hole in his chest at some point, and a bright red blood was spurting out from the hole.

Zhao Laohei was afraid that the other party would not die, so a tiger pounced Niu Lu to the ground, grabbed Niu Lu's collar armor, and punched him hard on his head with one punch and one punch. He wore a finger guard on his right hand and punched him a few times. Niu Lu's face was covered with blood and flesh on his head, and Zhao Laohei was still striking hard.

"Okay, don't beat him anymore, this Tartar is dead!"

It was not until Wu Sangui's voice sounded beside Zhao Laohei that he stopped. Niu Lu's face had already been deformed by him, and he could not see his original appearance.

At this time, the battle came to an end. Under the attack of the Ming army, which had the advantage of numerical advantage, the Tartars, which had lost favorable terrain, suffered heavy losses under the attack of the Ming army. After less than three quarters of an hour of fighting, most of the Tartars were killed, and only a small number of people were still fighting stubbornly.

Half an hour later, Wu Sangui walked in the camp surrounded by several servants. There were many bodies of Qing soldiers lying around. The smell of blood drifted around the cold air, which was disgusting.

He walked to Zhao Laohei, who was slightly pale under a big tree, and said gratefully: "Mr. Zhao Bai, you are a good person. If you hadn't saved him, I would have died long ago. Don't worry, when I go back, I will report your merits to the supervisor for you to ask for me!"

"Thank you, Mr. Qian!"

Zhao Laohei bowed to Wu Sangui, but there was not much joy on his face, because in the battle just now, he lost two subordinates.
Chapter completed!