Chapter 25: Are these firecrackers for Chinese New Year?
Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai had a life-long friendship. During their more than ten years of military career, I saved your life and you saved my life. They have already developed a very high tacit understanding with each other.
At this moment, Ma Zhenyuan was holding a sign in his left hand and a wrought copper mace in his right hand. He was hiding behind a tree and staring at the Tatar waistcoat coming up. Zheng Zhitai had already pulled a strip of cloth and simply bandaged the injured thigh. At this time, he was also leaning on
He stood on the rocks with his bow and arrow ready.
At his feet was a "Ten Thousand Enemy" grenade as big as a human head. Judging from the shape, it should be a shell made of local yellow clay. It is relatively rough. It is estimated that it was fired by the Ningyuan frontier army themselves. It has a very thick fuse.
exposed.
Although this object is a powerful weapon for defending the city, it is not easy to shoot from a distance due to its large size. It is indeed easy to accidentally injure one's own side in close combat, so it is rarely used.
Even if the eighteen of them went out to scout, only Zheng Zhitai would bring this one. Now they are all gathered together by the thoughtful Zheng Zhitai, with a fire certificate next to them.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of arrows piercing the air was heard. Zheng Zhitai instinctively turned sideways and shrank his head. With a "click" sound, a crotch-picking arrow grazed his helmet and hit the small tree trunk next to him. The arrow feathers and the tree trunk shook at the same time.
He took advantage of turning sideways to fully draw the bowstring, and the wolf-toothed arrow flew away from the string with a "swish" sound, and passed by the sign of Ma Zhenyuan in front of him.
A Tatar wearing a red-flag vest had just taken advantage of his companions' arrows to cover him when he suddenly jumped out, wielding his shield, and was about to strike down at Ma Zhenyuan.
Suddenly he saw a cold star flashing out. He couldn't put away his ax to block it, so he hurriedly stood up and raised his shield to protect his head and chest.
With a "dang" sound, the wolf-fang arrow was blocked by the shield, and the Tatar vest was also shaken back half a step by the force of the arrow. After all, Zheng Zhitai's desperate fight was strong enough, and the distance was so close.
At this moment, Ma Zhenyuan jumped out from behind the invisible tree trunk, and slammed the wrought copper mace on the Tatar shield, causing him to stagger and hit the big tree behind him.
Ma Zhenyuan caught up with him with a swish of his copper mace, and smashed him so hard that the Tatar's waistcoat was shattered on his shoulders and back, and he fell down.
Another vest rushed over quickly, slashing down with the wild goose-wing knife. Ma Zhenyuan raised the card in his left hand, rolled forward with his body close to the ground, and swept the cooked copper mace close to the ground on the calf of the vest.
The Tatar howled and fell to the ground. The wild goose-wing knife in his hand slashed Ma Zhenyuan's waist at the same time. Although the force was not enough, it penetrated through the armor and blood instantly spilled out.
Ma Zhenyuan put aside the cooked copper mace, hugged the Tatar vest tightly, and spattered the vest with a mouthful of blood.
He roared, regardless, he dug the vest's eyes hard, hit his head with his head, tilted his body, and the two hugged each other tightly and rolled down the slope of the mountain.
Zheng Zhitai shot three more arrows, but the Tatars dodged them. He saw his good brother Ma Zhenyun rolling down the hillside with a Tatar in his arms, but he was helpless. He felt anxious and uncomfortable.
He put aside his bow and arrow, leaned over to pick up the fire stick, bit it inside, then pulled off the cover, and with a clever move of his left hand, the flame appeared.
Zheng Zhitai held the hammer upside down with his right hand, and lit the fuse with the fuse in his left hand. He dropped the fuse, grabbed the 10,000-man enemy grenade with his big hand, and threw it forward with all his might.
At the same time, he shouted: "Good brother, Zheng will come down to accompany you!"
He just took two steps forward when an arrow pierced his armor and passed by. The bloody flesh was turned out and exposed. Zheng Zhitai also covered his body while avoiding the arrow.
After planting a big tree.
A loud "bang" sound was heard.
The turbulent smoke quickly filled the air, accompanied by flying weapons, limbs, and blood.
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"Master Ma...Master Zheng!"
Qian Yusheng suddenly stamped his feet, looked back in the direction behind him, and burst into tears.
At this time, he had only escaped less than a hundred steps to the northwest. There were sharp rocks and steep slopes here. He hurried along the edge of the slope, trying to find a place to set foot. He was covered in armor. They are all scratches made by rocks.
When he heard the "boom" of the explosion of ten thousand enemies, he guessed that Master Ma and Master Zheng, who led the sentry, must have...
Out of eighteen brothers who went out on sentry duty, now he is the only one left. What should I do?
He was in a state of confusion, but he also knew that he could not live up to the expectations of Master Ma and others, so he must escape and repay the gains from this investigation to his general!
Seeing a stream not far below the slope, with trees and mountains on the opposite side, I was hesitant to climb down when suddenly I heard movement behind me.
Qian Yusheng's heart trembled. Since the Tatars could catch up so quickly, "Master Ma, Master Zheng" must be in trouble. He thought that even if he died, he would not be able to fall into the hands of the Tatars.
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Mom, Feng'er, I can't help you..."
He jumped into the stream below the slope!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
At this moment, a sparse crackle of firecrackers came from far away in the deep mountains and forests. Unfortunately, he could no longer see whether the person who fired the guns was the Ming army or the Tatars...
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Here, just when Zheng Zhitai ducked behind a tree, a vest with a hatchet roared towards him. He just dodged the black lump flying towards him, and he took advantage of the situation and swung the hatchet to chop at Zheng Zhitai.
A loud "rumbling" sound came from behind him, and he felt like a big wave pushing forward behind him, as if the turf on the ground was torn apart in an instant, dancing with the heat wave.
Staggering, the Tatar vest fell to the ground. Zheng Zhitai was also shocked by the explosion of ten thousand enemies at close range. He felt that his whole person was in a blur and could not tell where he was, southeast, northwest, etc. where!
But he would never forget the Tatar who fell beside him. He used all his strength to swing the hammer and hit it, once... twice... three times... four times...
At first, the body of the vest would twitch and tremble instinctively as the hammer hit it, but then it became motionless, like a puddle of mud.
As he was hitting hard, a bowstring was wrapped around his neck, and a big foot stepped on his back behind him. Zheng Zhitai felt that his breath was instantly blocked.
He couldn't feel the slightest pain in his neck at all. As soon as his vision went dark, he entered a wonderful trance world.
The figures of his mother, wife and son flashed before his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, followed by a look of regret, and he murmured in his heart: "Mother...Manniang...am I right?" I can’t help you… Qing’er… I can’t help you, daddy…”
The figures were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry, and his heart went from satisfaction to regret to relaxation, and he seemed to feel a chaos around him.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
There was a burst of explosions, causing howls all around, and the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly came.
Zheng Zhitai suddenly realized in his heart: "This...is this a New Year firecracker?"