There is an abandoned stable outside Mafang Village in the southwest, where nearly a thousand captive Ming people are being held, most of whom are men and very few women.
A coated slave, waving an extremely ugly rat tail, said to a man who was crying in the stable: "Looking at your appearance, you seem to be a man who studies. Sorry, I, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, value scholars the most.
You follow me obediently, and you won’t be able to mess with him like a rich man..."
"Whew..." sound.
An arrow flew out, hitting the chattering Qing Han man's throat without any bias. It entered from the back of the neck and exited from the front of the neck. The arrow penetrated straight into the high wooden stake of the stable, and the arrow feathers trembled incessantly.
Less than forty steps to the west of the stable, there is a shallow ditch. Among the weeds beside the shallow ditch, a row of red figures appeared. More than thirty arrows flew into the air and went straight to the auxiliary soldiers and coats guarding the stable.
And go.
The auxiliary soldiers and soldiers of the Qing army, who had been leisurely and leisurely at first, suddenly burst out like wolves running into an enemy camp.
Especially those Han soldiers, most of whom had not experienced real battles. Some of them were even good-natured people from Gyeonggi who had been plundered back by the Qing army's cavalry and infantry when they invaded the previous time. If they behaved well, they were taken with them and followed them.
Going into battle.
"Ah...Mom...save...save me..."
There was a chaos around the stables. In an instant, eleven Tartars were wrapped up, and four Qing army auxiliaries were shot. They either lay on the ground and wailed in pain, or ran for their lives in pain.
An auxiliary soldier held a shield in his left hand to protect himself, and held a short ax in his right hand. He deflected three arrows in succession. He squatted down and leaned against the wooden fence of the stable. The shield was erected in front of him and he looked towards the shallow ditch.
Looking in the direction.
Suddenly, a pair of thick, calloused hands stretched out from the gap in the fence and strangled the auxiliary's neck. A dirty and rough face yelled at the man next to him who was swallowing in the fence: "
Shuyaozi, I'm crying, pick up the arrow and stab this bastard."
The slightly thin man next to him had stopped crying, but his face was full of fear. His hands were tightly grasping the wooden fence, his mouth was grinning widely, and his eyes were staring in horror at the long blood-red tongue spit out by the Qing army auxiliary soldier.
It seemed like he couldn't move.
A big dark hand full of veins stretched out next to the strong man with a rough face, grabbed an arrow on the ground that was blocked by the auxiliary soldier, and stabbed him in the face.
While pricking the thorns, he shouted in a somewhat old voice: "Brother Meng, tighten up and call..."
The auxiliary soldier was already choked by the strong man, his eyes were protruding, his long tongue was sticking out, and he was stabbed in the head and face by arrows. He no longer had the strength to struggle and resist, so he was kept being strangled by the strong man's thick arms.
The other dark hand held the arrow tightly and kept stabbing it.
The auxiliary soldier's face was already bloody, and bright red blood spurted out, splattering all over the three men's faces and bodies.
In the distance, an auxiliary soldier wearing cloth armor wielded a short ax and cut off the reins of the mules and horses tied to the big tree. The horses were free of restraints, raised their hooves, and ran towards the west entrance of the village.
The auxiliary soldier chased for two steps, stretched out his right hand, took the remaining part of the horse's reins, and got on the horse. He rode on the horse, turned around, and saw a Ming army knight, with his bow and arrow ready, aiming at a wrapped man.
Aha, he was about to throw the short ax in his hand at the knight.
A short spear flew silently through the air, and he fell off his horse with a cry of "Ah!". The short spear was stuck in his chest, and the handle was still shaking.
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Huang Daguang, the captain of the second team of the Zuo Sentinel A, had a big ax in his left hand and a short spear in his right hand. He had just climbed up from the shallow ditch to the north of the stable when he saw an auxiliary soldier of the Qing army. He grabbed the horse and wanted to escape. He raised his right hand and shot the short spear at him.
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As soon as he launched his short spear, he saw two coated Aha charging toward him with their swords waving and screaming.
"Bang...bang..." Two crisp sounds followed by a puff of white smoke.
Four of Huang Daguang's guards rushed up, and two of them fired three-eyed blunderbuss. A coated Aha was shot in the abdomen by the blunderbuss and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
Although the other coat was not hit by the musket, the explosion of the musket fired at close range and the miserable screams of his companions left him stunned, not knowing what to do.
A guard rushed forward quickly, shouted loudly, and slashed away with an axe. The rat's tail wrapped around Aha's head rolled to the ground together with the melon seeds on his head, and the bright red blood arrow shot straight into the sky.
"Whoosh...whoosh..."
Two auxiliary soldiers of the Qing army shot two heavy arrows straight towards Huang Daguang. He jumped up, waved the ax in his hand, knocked one heavy arrow away, and another heavy arrow passed through the gap under his ribs.
"ah!"
A knight from the team behind Huang Daguang climbed up a shallow ditch and just shot an arrow to kill a Tatar coated Aha. He was hit by an arrow fired by the auxiliary soldiers and fell to the ground with a scream.
He heard the screams of the knights in the team, and he was anxious. He screamed loudly and rushed towards the two Qing auxiliary soldiers.
The two auxiliary soldiers of the Qing army were not in a hurry and took up their bows to shoot arrows again. They quickly dropped their bows, took out their long swords and maces, and rushed towards Huang Daguang. One auxiliary soldier slashed down with his long sword diagonally from the upper left, and the other mace.
He swung it up and hit him from the right side.
Huang Daguang is worthy of being a veteran of the army. In critical moments, he remains calm in the face of danger. I saw him leaning on the ground with a big ax in his hand, taking advantage of the momentum to jump forward, putting his feet together and kicking the head of the Qing army auxiliary soldier who was wielding the mace.
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There was a "bang" sound.
Huang Daguang's big ax was knocked away by the mace, but with all his strength, Huang Daguang's feet kicked the auxiliary soldier's head hard, and they both fell to the ground.
Another auxiliary soldier slashed the air with his long sword. Seeing that Huang Daguang had also fallen to the ground, he twisted his body with all his strength, trying to swing the long sword in his hand in a circle and chop Huang Daguang hard.
"Bang!" There was a roar, and white mist rose ten steps away.
A Huang Daguang guard rushed up, raised his hand and aimed his three-eyed gun at him. With a blast, the projectile hit the auxiliary soldier's head with a rat tail with a powerful force. Immediately, blood splattered on the brain, and the shape was like
It was so tragic that he tilted his body and fell to the ground, motionless.
After Huang Daguang kicked the auxiliary soldier of the Qing army, he pushed hard on the ground with both hands, and he rolled forward. He took out the hand knife from his boot with his left hand and thrust it into the neck of the auxiliary soldier who was kicked down.
among.
He pulled out the knife with force, and a stream of blood gushed out from the auxiliary soldier's neck. He stretched out a weak hand to cover the knife edge desperately, but could not stop the blood from gushing out. He wanted to shout for help, but just struggled
He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The man was struggling feebly on the ground.
Huang Daguang stood up and saw not far away, beside the simple fence of the stable, two black hands tightly wrapped around the neck of an auxiliary soldier, and a dirty hand grasped an arrow, stabbing the auxiliary soldier in the face.
Next to him was a thin, frightened man.
The auxiliary soldier of the Qing army was motionless, his feet were standing there helplessly, his hands were naturally drooping, and his face was riddled with holes.
Huang Daguang walked over and shouted loudly: "Hey, stop it, I want this brain in exchange for silver."
Only then did the three people react. They held the auxiliary's dark, thick hands and slowly let go. The auxiliary fell to the ground with a "gudong" sound.
The three of them were breathing heavily, and the strong man with a rough face muttered: "Revenge, revenge... revenge..."
The dirty hand was still holding the half of the arrow tightly, but he didn't know how to let go. The thin man next to him seemed to have just woken up at this moment. He burst into tears with a cry of "Wow..." and burst into tears for a while.
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Huang Daguang was too lazy to pay attention to them anymore. He turned around and looked around. Aha, the auxiliary soldier of the Qing army, suffered heavy casualties. Team C to the south of the stable also suffered a lot of casualties, and it seemed that they even captured a few survivors.
Yu Jin, the officer of Team C, came over with a knife and a stick, and his body was also stained with a lot of blood red. He said loudly from a distance: "It's all auxiliary soldiers, not even a bitch's dog Tatar infantry."
have to."
Huang Daguang grinned and said: "The boss wants us to rescue these village elders, just follow the boss's military order."
After speaking, he waved his hand to call the guards and said to them: "Count the casualties. All the living Tatars will be tied up. Those who cannot survive will have their heads chopped off with melon seeds."
Several guards agreed and turned around.
"I want to kill the Tatars with you." came a deep, irritating voice.
Yu Jin was stunned, and turned to look at Huang Daguang. Huang Daguang grinned, nuzzled his lips in the direction of the wooden fence, and said: "Here, the black guy is not bad."
Yu Jin turned his head and looked into the stable. The three people were also looking at him.
A thin man, who looks young, with a look of fear that has not subsided on his face, he should not be the black man Huang Daguang talks about.
A slightly stout old man, with dirty black and red hands holding half of an arrow tightly, with some minced meat juice hanging on the arrowhead. He looked a bit older, unlike the man who spoke just now.
Looking at the third one, the dark face is very rough, but it is covered with dark red minced meat and unknown juice, and the shoulders are big and round, and the waist is very strong.
A pair of big hands could not be seen to be black or red, and the arms were covered with veins that had not receded. Two big eyes were staring at him, and the deep and angry voice came again: "I want to kill the Tatars with you."
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Yu Jin was really frightened by the black man. After calming down, he smiled and cursed: "You dog Tatar is not a good killer. You should go home and farm."
In normal times, he would really be able to recruit this sturdy black man into the team, but now he is on the frontline battlefield. To recruit him into the army is to kill him. Just having a good body is not enough. Fighting on the battlefield takes only a few months.
It's easy to practice, but going up there will only cost you your life.
Huang Daguang turned around and whispered to Jin: "This guy is not bad. It is a pity to kill a Tatar auxiliary."
Yu Jin didn't speak. He turned around and glanced at the strong black man again. He couldn't help but shook his head, sighed, and walked away with Huang Daguang.
"I want to kill the Tatars with you." The low, irritating voice came from behind them again.
At this time, the guards had returned and reported the results of the battlefield statistics to Huang Daguang and Yu Jin.
In this battle, seven Tatar auxiliary soldiers were killed and three were captured, all of whom were wounded; eleven Akhas were killed and nine were captured, five of whom were wounded; one hundred and eighty intact horses and mules were captured
Nine, including four injured horses and mules.
We injured three people, all of them were minor injuries and no serious injuries.
Huang Daguang and Yu Jin stood next to the stables, looking up at the entrance of the horse farm not far to the north. Rows of great knights in red cloaks were rushing into the horse farm with their horses.
They faced the late autumn sunset, and the yellow sunlight shone on the knights, like a dazzling red cloud coming in golden light, about to harvest the heads of the invaders.
"It's snowing!" Huang Daguang suddenly stretched out his palm, raised his head and stared at the sky, murmuring.