Section 1: Ranger
Cao Zhongqing stood on one side, holding the short knife in his right hand, and stepped forward with his right foot, facing the staggered figure of Old Song, exerting force from right to left.
The short knife flashed across like a meteor, and the mace in Lao Songtou's hand fell to the ground. He covered the wound on his leg and collapsed to the ground.
"Shopkeeper Song, your hands are for diagnosing the pulse and taking medicine, dancing with a gun and wielding a stick, but you don't have the ability! I'll spare your life, but if you come to work for Liu Zhaosun, I won't be able to keep you!"
After saying that, he put away the dagger and walked up quickly, the chainmail leaves making a clicking sound.
Old Songtou struggled to stand up and shouted loudly to the other side of the pontoon:
"North Korean girl, leave quickly! I want to avenge my daughter!"
As soon as he shouted, Cao Zhongqing rushed forward and kicked him to the ground.
"Avenge your mother! I have killed so many people, why don't you see anyone seeking revenge from me?"
The mace was slowly raised and then slammed down.
"Hey! What about you! Bullying an old woman, what kind of skill is that!"
Cao Zhongqing's raised mace stopped in mid-air, the scar on his face was shaking, and he looked back behind him.
I saw a young man surrounded by several companions, his eyes looking at Cao Zhongqing like lightning.
This man is tall and tall, in his twenties, and is dressed in a brocade robe, which makes him look quite luxurious.
He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. There is a rather unruly look between his eyebrows, and he is very powerful when he looks around.
Five or six young men gathered around the young man, each holding Japanese knives and sticks in their hands, looking at Cao Zhongqing with evil intentions.
"Where did you guys get the green onions?!"
Cao Zhongqing put down his mace and turned to look at the group of young men.
He was originally from Fushun, and had seen a lot of the three religions and nine streams. However, these people in front of him were obviously not Qiu Ba, nor servants, nor even Liao people at all. Cao Zhongqing was a little confused.
A man stood behind the young man in brocade robes, carrying a wild goose feather sword that was about the same length as himself, and said angrily to Cao Zhongqing: "Dog Tartar, listen clearly! The seven of us are the Seven Heroes of Miyuan. This one is Our leading brother, Wu Xiao! Brother Wu! The seven of us brothers came all the way from Sanyuan, Shaanxi Province to Liaodong, just to help General Xuanwu kill the Tatars! Today, I will take action on you!"
Cao Zhongqing had been in Houjin for a long time, so of course he had never heard of the storytelling "General Xuanwu vs. Bagala" that was being serialized in Guan Nei, let alone the appeal of that storytelling.
Of course, with his moral integrity, he would never be able to understand the heroic ambition of a Han man who defeated Loulan with a sword and returned with his body wrapped in horse leather.
"What the hell? The Seven Heroes of Miyuan? General Xuanwu? You guys, you guys, your fucking brains are in trouble. You came to Liaodong to die!"
The rumble of hoofbeats could be heard faintly from behind the mountain, and Cao Zhongqing was overjoyed, knowing that his master was coming soon.
He saw that this group of Nikans seemed to be well prepared, so he wanted to find out the details so that he could catch them all. His master would definitely praise him for his achievements.
"My officer is Niu Lu Ezhen of Daijin. My master is Huang Taiji, the leader of the Zhengbai Banner. Ba Beile of Daijin. The three thousand troops of Zhengbai Banner are behind the mountain. You are young and ignorant and were deceived by Liu Zhaosun. I can spare you. If you don't die, just tell me how many of you are there? Where are they all? When the master kills Liu Zhaosun and performs meritorious service for you, I can raise the flag for you!"
When a group of teenagers heard that they could raise the flag, they all laughed.
The young man carrying the Yanling Saber smiled and bent down. He was about to scold Cao Zhongqing when he was stopped by the leading brother.
Wu Xiao raised a nine-cloud red gold spear, pointed it diagonally at Cao Zhongqing, who was dragging a money rat tail more than ten steps away, and said rebelliously:
"Cut off his head and give it to General Xuanwu as a greeting gift!"
Section 2: Heroine
A thin miscellaneous horse carried Jin Yuji slowly across the pontoon.
This miscellaneous horse was usually only used to transport grain and grass. Its power was weak, and coupled with the stimulation of the tragic battlefield environment, it actually felt timid and hesitated to move forward on the bridge.
Jin Yuji had no choice but to pull out the plum blossom dagger and stabbed the horse's back ruthlessly.
The miscellaneous horse's eyes widened, and with a roar, it raised its front hooves and rushed towards the south bank.
The arrow wound was even more painful. Jin Yuji gritted her teeth and whispered. Fortunately, she was skilled in bow and horse. She leaned on the horse's back and loosened the reins. The miscellaneous horse endured the severe pain and ran towards the south bank as fast as the wind and the remaining clouds.
Old Songtou shouted in her ears, asking her to cross the river quickly.
Jin Yuji lay on her horse, remembering that Old Song always said that she had the best medical skills and could save anyone, but at the end of the day, no one could save the old man.
Thinking of this, Jin Yuji felt a sense of sadness in her heart, but she didn't dare to stop for a moment. She let her horse go and rushed towards the south bank.
That scar-faced man was ruthless in his attacks, so he must be a practicing master.
She was filled with hatred in her heart. If she had not been injured, she would have fought with this dog Baoyi to avenge everyone!
This dog thief killed many wounded soldiers and auxiliary soldiers, and his attacks were more brutal than the Tatars. She did not expect that there would be such a scum among the Han people in the Ming Dynasty.
After crossing the river, she would ask the officials to avenge everyone and cut this man into pieces.
She suddenly remembered what Bao Yi had just said at the door of the big tent, and thought that the elite soldiers of Zhengbai Banner would soon cross the river. By then, the lives of the officials and herself would probably be in danger.
Thinking of this, her tears started to flow again.
The afternoon sun shone on the river, and there was a sparkling light in front of her eyes, which stung Jin Yuji so much that she couldn't open her eyes.
The image of her hometown Han River came to her mind.
Seoul, like Shenyang, stretches along gentle river valleys.
In October, the golden rice fields on both sides of the Han River are as far as the eye can see, and the fragrance spreads for ten miles.
I wonder if I will have the opportunity to take the official back to his hometown in this life. They went boating on the river together, drank wine and admired the moon. They were drunk, and then fell into a dark and sweet sleep, unaware that the east was white.
The horse galloped and soon approached the south bank. Jin Yuji straightened her back slightly and grabbed the reins. The horse neighed and slowly stopped at the pontoon.
Jin Yuji fell off the horse with difficulty, stroked the horse's mane, loosened the reins and let it go.
Looking up to the south bank, she saw densely packed corpses lying on the ground. She was startled, fearing that she would see her familiar figure.
Fortunately, the dead were all Houjin soldiers, and among the corpses of Baoyi and Jia soldiers there were many Ba Ya La with small blue flags on their backs.
Jin Yuji recognized these men and horses from the Zhenglan Banner and was surprised. She heard that the Zhenglan Banner was powerful and its leader Mang Gurtai was a powerful warrior who built slaves. How could so many people die in one fell swoop? Thinking of this, she I began to worry about the Kaiyuan Army. I don’t know how many casualties there were.
Earth-shattering shouts of killing came from the east. More than five hundred meters away from the floating bridge, on the river bank near the east gate of Shenyang, Kaiyuan soldiers swept through the Houjin formation like a tide.
Jin Yuji pulled out a broken spear from the corpse, leaned on her body, and looked up to the east.
It was discovered that they were the remnants of the Zhenglan Banner. The Zhenlan Banner formation had been completely defeated by the Kaiyuan soldiers. There were no armored soldiers and Baoyi figures visible from the front. Only Ba Yalan in white armor was left, still waving their weapons and resisting. .
This group of Bagala seemed to have no bows, arrows, or firearms, only shields and long soldiers. They were divided and surrounded by Kaiyuan soldiers, and were quickly killed one by one.
"Zhenglan Banner was defeated so quickly. Kaiyuan Army is really powerful!"
Jin Yuji secretly admired her heart. She was about to go to the officials to report the enemy situation on the north bank when she heard a familiar voice not far behind her:
"Why are you here?! Your injury hasn't healed yet. Why are you running around? Are you still dressed like this? Are you going to sing in an opera?"
Her heart jumped wildly, knowing that Liu Zhaosun was coming, she quickly cut off the gun and threw it away, straightened her body, turned around and said with a smile:
"Officer, look, it's okay. I came here on horseback. I'm not allowed to wear this kind of clothes on weekdays. I just put it on today to show it to the officer."
As she spoke, she turned around, and Liu Zhaosun discovered that this red robe was actually what a Ming Dynasty woman wore when she got married.
She looked at Liu Zhaosun, the smile on her face suddenly stopped, and she quickly took two steps forward, stumbling a little.
"Didn't Old Songtou say it was just a skin injury? What is this?"
She reached out to touch the wound on Liu Zhaosun's shoulder and back again, but Liu Zhaosun dodged slightly.
The two looked at each other and laughed like they did on the north bank hillside.
Jin Yuji laughed for a while, then suddenly remembered something and said anxiously:
"Officer, Huang Taiji is here. He is on the north bank. He sent sentries to the camp just now and killed many of us. Old Songtou was also killed in order to save the slave family!"
Jin Yuji had tears in her eyes.
"So you came here?"
Liu Zhaosun was shocked. What was supposed to come had come. He was afraid that he was really going to die in Hunhe today. However, at this time, he still pretended to smile on the outside.
"The slave family doesn't want to live alone. Didn't the officials say that life and death are inseparable?"
Liu Zhaosun felt warm in his heart, and unexpectedly stepped forward to pick up Jin Yuji, shocking everyone around him.
ps: Today's writing state is not suitable for writing tragic scenes. I tried it twice and couldn't do it. I will write the decisive battle tomorrow.
Lewen
