Su Shigao had just knocked down a Tatar. Before he could light the match of the last blunderbuss, he heard a gust of wind, but it was the Tatar holding a tiger gun who chased him.
The tiger spear in his hand stabbed hard. The tiger spear's blade was Gu-shaped and nine inches long. There were ridges on it, and there were several blood grooves. The blade was deep red, and it was obvious that it had been stained with the blood of many Ming soldiers.
Blood.
Hearing the sound of "chi" and the sound of the body armor being broken, the tiger gun was completely gone. The sharp tip of the gun penetrated deeply into Su Shigao's body, until it reached the antlers of the gun holster.
"boom!"
The three-eyed gun in Su Shigao's hand also made an explosive roar at the same time. The Tatar was already close in front of him, but he was hit by the gun and flew several steps away. He fell to the ground and could not get up again.
As the smoke rose, a large amount of blood spurted out from Su Shigao's mouth. At the same time, he let out a shrill howl, in agony, but he was pinned against the trunk of the tree by the Tatar's tiger spear, and he could not move.
"Master Su."
Sun Dongri shouted loudly. He was also faced with several Tatar soldiers who were chasing him. He was even injured. His left arm was hit by a Tatar's iron bone, and it hung down softly.
Seeing another Tatar approaching, he gritted his teeth. The three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand was difficult to release. He grasped the handle of the blunderbuss tightly with his right hand and used it as a hammer. He swung it with great force and hit the Tatar.
The Tatar ducked low and ducked easily. He raised the shield in his left hand to block the three-eyed blunderbuss, but the iron whip in his right hand rushed towards Sun Dongri's waist and swept it across.
Seeing that Sun Dongri had no way to escape, there was another "boom" explosion, and the Tatar froze, followed by a howl like a wild beast.
His left leg was completely broken at the knee by the gun, and his bones and flesh burst apart. He fell to the ground with a wailing cry, and the iron whip in his hand fell off.
It turned out that Qian Yusheng had picked up a three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand at some point. He happened to have some time to shoot and fired the bludgeon, and then he rescued Sun Dongri.
"Get out of here like a donkey!"
Son Dong-il was half-crying and cursed angrily.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound.
He suddenly rushed forward, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss and hit the Tatar's head hard. The helmet was blown away far away. The Tatar soldier stopped wailing, and half of his head was deformed by the blow.
shape.
"Death to the Tatars, die!"
Sun Dongri roared and was about to swing the three-eyed gun and hit it again, but just as he raised the three-eyed gun, there was a "whooshing" sound of wind, and a flying ax was thrown from the hand of a Tatar approaching from behind.
, spinning rapidly, hitting Son Dong-il's right shoulder.
Blood spurted out, Sun Dongri's eyes widened, a trace of blood foam gushed out of his mouth, the three-eyed blunderbuss fell from his right hand and fell to the ground. He couldn't help but scream in pain, and fell down under the tree next to him.
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"Brother Zheng, Brother Qian, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape this time."
Behind a slightly thick cypress tree, Ma Zhenyuan gasped and continued to Zheng Zhitai and Qian Yusheng beside him: "We sent out eighteen brothers, and now there are only three of us left. I was the one who led the brothers into the desperate situation."
, Ma is so ashamed!”
At this time, they were fighting and retreating, and had almost reached the foot of the mountain. However, when they heard those screams and the low neighing of the war horses, they concluded that the three servants staying in the woods at the foot of the mountain had also been attacked and killed.
.
Seeing that they were in danger of being outflanked by the upper and lower Tatars, they did not dare to go down the mountain from the original road, but moved closer to the west where the mountain is steeper.
In the pursuit and fighting that began after being ambushed, fifteen of the sentry knights under Wu Sangui of the Ming Army were injured or killed. They lost their combat effectiveness and almost the entire army was destroyed.
However, the Tatars only suffered six casualties. The remaining eight people had many arrows on their armor, but they did not do much damage and still maintained strong combat power.
At the same time, there should be three or five Tatars who were outflanking and attacking the three servants at the foot of the mountain, and they were also outflanking them at this moment.
Although Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai had been in battle for a long time, they were inevitably injured. Ma Zhenyuan was better, mostly bruised by Tatar arrows, but Zheng Zhitai was a little worse.
He was shot in the left thigh by an arrow. Although the arrow did not penetrate through, it still penetrated the armor and penetrated into the flesh. A bright red oozed from the wound. It was obvious that his movement was restricted and he could not escape no matter what.
Take it off.
The fight just now was too fierce and thrilling, but they didn't think anything of it. After taking a breath, the two of them suddenly felt a burning pain in the wound, as if burned by a flame. As their physical strength dropped rapidly, their movements began to become sluggish.
They have now retreated hundreds of steps to the northwest. Not only has the mountain become steeper, but it may also be because it is rarely visited on weekdays. The trees here are dense, weeds and dead branches are everywhere, and walking is becoming more and more difficult.
difficult.
The three of them hid behind a large rock and took a break with the help of dense trees around them. At this time, Zheng Zhitai made a mark on the arrow shaft inserted in his thigh with a knife, and then broke the arrow shaft with great pains.
Qian Yusheng seemed to be the luckiest among them. He only had his left arm struck by a Tatar crescent arrow and scratched some flesh. Apart from that, he had no other major wounds.
Zheng Zhitai's expression remained calm, and he said: "No wonder Master Ma, I think I was discovered by the Tatars before I even went up the mountain, so I set up an ambush."
Qian Yusheng also said with tears: "I don't blame Mr. Ma, it's all because the Tatars are too treacherous."
Ma Zhenyuan was silent. He nodded, shook his head, and then stretched out his head to scan the southeast direction, where the Tatar's red armor figure faintly appeared again.
He murmured: "If we can't escape, we won't escape. Even if I die, I will still have to bring in a few Tatars to support us."
Zheng Zhitai also laughed and said: "You and I, brothers, will live and die together with the Tatars after all!"
The two looked at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing. They had been fighting together for more than ten years and had already understood each other.
Ma Zhenyuan turned to look at Qian Yusheng and said to him: "Brother Qian, you can escape to the northwest from now on. The mountains over there are dense and dense, so there may not be a way to survive."
Qian Yusheng seemed to be still hesitating, but Ma Zhenyuan shouted loudly: "Go quickly! If you can escape, remember to report it to the general. Ma Zhenyuan can no longer follow and kill slaves."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, which was covered with black marks. He rolled it up and handed it to Qian Yusheng, and said: "If you are lucky enough to escape, you must present this picture to the general."
, remember, remember!”
He then laughed miserably and said: "Meet a saint, meet a saint. It all depends on your destiny and whether it is worthy of your name."
Qian Yusheng had no choice but to say goodbye to them both in tears. Seeing him leaving, Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai were leaning side by side on the rocks, their expressions already dull.
The two of them had been fighting in the army for more than ten years, and they had long lost sight of matters of life and death. It was just one death, and they crawled out from among the dead. They had lived and died several times, and it no longer mattered.
However, this time I really felt unwilling to do so. I felt so damn useless. I originally wanted to outflank the Tatars, but I never thought that I would be outflanked by the Tatars. I have always secretly resented this in my heart.
There was a burst of movement, and several figures in vests with red flags loomed, much closer than before. The two looked at each other, Ma Zhenyuan laughed wildly and said: "Haha... Mr. Zheng, kill the Tatars. Kill one is enough."
Ben, kill two and earn one!"
Zheng Zhitai also laughed and said: "Okay. Mr. Ma, kill the Tatars!"