Some people are well-off and well-off as soon as they are born, and if they have a beautiful biological sister, they can embark on the road to success. But more people have to fight life and death in difficult situations to win a chance of survival.
Although it was early spring at this time, the wind and snow outside the Great Wall were still flying all over the sky. On both sides of the Yuhe River, there was no green at all. The white patch was snow; the dark patch was mountain rocks.
In a valley by the river, Zhou Dai pulled out his short ax from behind and held it tightly in his hand. When he parted with Meng Lik, he also pulled the ax from the tree. Yang Ying stood beside him.
Behind him, he held a strung bow and stood ready.
Opposite them, along the narrow exit of the valley, there is a circle of Mongolian corpses in a fan shape, all the work of Yang Ying and others.
Zhou Dai's close combat ability is strong, but his archery skills are weak. When the two sides are shooting at each other, the most common thing he does is to quickly find a wooden board to block the arrows. There is heavy snow now, and there are even dead branches in this valley.
There was no place to look for it, so he tied several ski boards together to make a simple wooden shield.
Hundreds of Mongolian cavalry formed a circle around the exit of the valley. They sat quietly on their horses with calm faces. These Mongolians, who were also struggling between life and death, came from hundreds or thousands of miles away for the benefit of the tribe adults.
He came outside and threw his body on the land of Ming Dynasty.
The failure of their exploratory attack just now shows that the commanders in the valley are not stupid and there are still enough arrows. Logically speaking, these descendants of the wolf should retreat, because the wolves will not put themselves in a disadvantageous situation.
of.
The opponent had favorable geographical conditions, weather conditions, heavy snowfall, oncoming strong winds, and the difficult-to-climb cliffs on both sides of the valley. They were all the Mongols' formidable enemies. But they did not retreat, because these battle-hardened Mongolian warriors also saw that
: There are very few people on the other side, maybe only one or twenty people!
A smile slowly crept onto Saihan's weathered old face. As the confidant and loyal hound of Dayan Khan's eldest son, Prince Turubolot, and the personal leader of Prince Bodi, the eldest grandson of the Khan,
He has a prominent reputation among all Mongolian tribes.
Turuborot was sick and did not go south with the army this time. Saihan became his master's military spokesperson. In the selection of the commander of the suspected soldiers in Maoerzhuang, he relied on his fame and strength to win Dayan Khan's favor.
trust.
Calm and calm, he sat on horseback and seemed to blend in with the environment by the river. A battle-hardened veteran, he was bound to defeat the Han murderers in the valley who killed his only son.
Saihan waved his hand, and several Mongolian cavalry quickly ran across the valley entrance. Their horses' hooves kicked up a piece of snow and threw the black objects in their hands into the valley.
"It's Brother Lu!" Yang Ying caught an object and took a closer look. It turned out to be Lu Shaochuan's head!
You don't need to look at the rest to know that they are the brothers who stayed in Mao'erzhuang. Although Zhongye Bushou knew that Lu Shaochuan and others had met with misfortune, seeing their heads with his own eyes made him furious.
"eye for eye!"
Yang Ying put the arrow on the long bow in his hand, ran to a big rock at the exit of the valley, drew the bow like a full moon, and shot out an arrow like a shooting star.
Saihan's skill was equally astonishing. Even though he was older, he still maintained his prowess. With a slash of his long sword, he split the arrow and inserted it into the thigh of a Mongolian warrior beside him. The Mongolian man groaned in pain.
Fall down the horse.
"Surrender, no killing!"
Saihan shouted loudly in Chinese, and hundreds of Mongolians also shouted in unison, but in Mongolian, but the volume was astonishing.
Saihan's tactics of first irritating him with his head and then using his words to dampen his anger are not bad. When Zhou Dai and Yang Ying heard the roar of the Mongols in the valley, they admired the veteran's strategy...
"What should I do?" Zhou Dai is a brave general, but not good at strategy. When he was a student in the martial arts academy, he always followed Qian Zhu's orders. When he arrived in the border army, he always fought with a small group of Mongolian soldiers. What he saw in front of him was
This was the first time we encountered a siege of seven or eight hundred people.
"Just thinking." Yang Ying's thin face became more serious. There were only twenty of them, and they didn't have many arrows left. If they stayed here, they would die sooner or later.
Although this valley is narrow, they don't know what's going on ahead. If it's a dead end, they will die when they run out of arrows. They can only make a decision when the two brothers sent to explore the road come back.
Either run away or go.
In fact, even if there is a way to survive in this valley, the Mongols are equally good at tracking them. If they don't beat them up, they will still follow them. One is on horseback, the other is on foot. When the energy of the night warriors is exhausted, it will still be theirs.
The moment of death.
"It's better to fight and kill each one!" Zhou Dai's idea is very simple. Killing or being killed is not a problem for him. Even if he rushes into the rain of Mongolian arrows, he is sure to catch one or two backs.
of.
"The Mongols won't be so stupid. As soon as you rush out, they will run away, then turn around and shoot you into a hornet's nest." Yang Ying sighed, "If you want to take a back seat, don't dream about it. The Mongols' mounted archery
Prestige is not won by charging into enemy lines."
"Then they just sent people to die?" Zhou Dai asked.
Yang Ying glared at him: "Zhou Baihu, you want to test how many of us there are. If we are easy to chew, we will eat them all. If we are not easy to chew, just eat us up quickly. When we are not careful, you will bite us again."
At a glance, these Mongolians are all battle-hardened warriors, not herdsmen or bandits, and their fighting methods are beyond your imagination."
After being scolded by Yang Ying, Zhou Dai had no choice but to bow his head and accept the lesson: "What about now?"
Yang Ying spat, looked at the group of Mongolians who were not running away, and cursed: "Damn it, these people are old fools. They have already sensed our weakness and are just waiting for us to collapse.
Woolen cloth."
"Is there any way?"
Yang Ying smiled bitterly: "Yes, but maybe they will all die."
Tang Siqi continued from the side: "If you die, just die. Brother Yang, just give the order. Brothers will follow you. Your death will not be in vain."
Yang Ying led everyone to the big rock where he had just shot, and pointed to the path in front of him: "This is the only passage into the valley. It is about seventeen or eight feet in front and back. Only two people can walk together. The Mongols want to come in."
, we must move forward in batches. With this big rock as a shield, it is difficult for bows and arrows from outside the valley to shoot here. We only need to hold this place, which is a situation where eighteen people will have an advantage against four or five enemies!"
Everyone was happy all night long. As long as they could guard the entrance to the valley and wait for the two brothers who went to explore the road to come back, everyone could escape.
Zhou Dai and Yang Ying defended the first round. Both of them were the first choice for their martial arts skills. They spent the rest of the night hiding behind to rest in preparation for rotation. Seeing that the brothers had gone far away, Zhou Dai couldn't help but ask softly:
"Why are you still looking so sad?"
Yang Ying sighed lowly and replied in an inaudible voice: "Actually, this is a place of death."
Zhou Dai suddenly realized that, yes, manpower is limited, but there are hundreds of enemies. Even if dozens are killed, when everyone is exhausted, the remaining Mongolians can still cut everyone into pieces.
Bolognese.
But this is the only feasible strategy. There is only such a natural danger in the known place in the valley. If they escape, or rush out stupidly to die, it is not as good as this strategy. At least they can pull a few people before they die.
Ten Mongolians resting on their backs.
Yang Ying used his prestige to give Zhong Ye Bu Shu an illusory prospect, boosting their last bit of courage.
The Ye Bushou people also seem to see hope of survival, or they actually understand that this is a place of death. After all, everyone is a survivor who has been through life and death many times. They need an illusory excuse to cheer themselves up.
Behind Yang and Zhou, their roars could be heard: "Wei! Wei! Wei!"...
This was the last cry on the battlefield when the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty launched their final charge. Saihan had naturally heard it many times. He stretched out his hand, feeling the cold wind passing through his fingertips, and shouted the same: "Eternal Life!"
More than twenty Mongolian soldiers jumped off their horses, holding wooden shields and long knives in their hands, and rushed towards the entrance of the valley. Behind them, there was a deafening roar: "Eternal Life!"
With the same skin and different nationalities, the two groups of people fought together like wild beasts in this narrow valley.
The wily Saihan did not invest all his troops. He used the tactic of adding fuel. After more than 20 Mongolians died in the battle, more than 20 Mongolian soldiers were sent out.
In the narrow mountain path, there are all broken limbs, some from Han people and some from Mongolians. The blood flows together without distinguishing each other, flowing quietly on the white snow.
A short arrow whizzed past Zhou Dai's ear. It was a Mongolian short crossbow. With a "buzz" sound, another short arrow hit his dilapidated makeshift "wooden shield". There were two holding
The ski planks that made up the wooden shield have long been shattered into pieces, and even the ones that exist now are on the verge of damage.
The battle was so fierce that his hands were trembling and his mind went blank. He completely forgot that this was the first Mongol soldier he had killed. Cutting, blocking, splitting, and hitting, these actions had become Zhou Dai's body instinct.
How long can it last? He doesn't dare to think about it, and he can't think about it!
There was a Mongolian soldier howling miserably on the ground. His legs had been cut off, and Zhou Dai had given him a severe blow on the neck, but he was not dead yet. His strong vitality was burning, and he was howling piercingly.
The sound shocked the soldiers on both sides of the Ming and Mongolia.
Tang Siqi has fallen. He killed two Mongolians, but was cut open by the third Mongolian in the belly. His intestines flowed all over the floor. His last words before death were: "Brother Yang,
Take care of my mother!"
Saihan was very satisfied with the results of the battle in front of him. His Mongolian warriors were worthy of being the darlings of the Immortal Heaven. They killed nearly 10 of their opponents, with only more than 30 people dead.
It doesn't take advantage of the right time and place, but it can exchange three people for one person. There is no respect for the enemy in the eyes of the old Mongolian general. They are a bunch of rabble. What a pity for his Balig, his eagle-like
The only son actually died at the hands of these Nanbarbarians!
He raised four fingers and stretched them forward slowly. This was telling the Mongolian warriors that with forty men, they could defeat the opponent in one fell swoop!
At the same moment, Yang Ying shot out the long arrow from his fingers and penetrated the chest of a Mongolian soldier at close range.
The Mongolian stretched out his hands, scratched in the air, and with desperate eyes, slowly turned to the north, where his hometown was. Unfortunately, his wish was not realized.
Zhou Dai swung the ax behind his back, knocking the Mongolian to the ground, and then slashed the ax across the neck of another Mongolian. This was his unique skill. Swinging the ax will definitely take the person's head.
"Ouch!"
Amidst Zhou Dai's roar, the heads of the Mongolian soldiers flew up, bringing a cloud of blood with them, and rolled down on the white snow.
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