Jiang Liuer's neighbor fell in front of the prison car, and a drop of human blood spattered into Jiang Liuer's eyes.
Vicious curses were heard from the Qing army's cavalry soldiers beside the bonfire. One of Obai's men, Ba Ya La, walked to the prison car with a knife in his hand. He picked up Uncle Wang who was lying in a pool of blood. He wiped the long knife on Bao Yi's neck, blood spattered, and Ba Ya La stabbed him fiercely. Said: "Slave dog, the master has been watching you for a long time, eating everything inside and outside!"
He cut off the wrapped head and threw it into the Yalu River. There was a splash of water on the river. Jiang Liu'er watched Uncle Wang's head floating in the water and gradually disappearing into the night, and the expression on his face began to turn gloomy.
This Bagara walked past the prison car and pointed a knife at Jiang Liuer's head:
"You are all the master's prisoners. You only deserve to live like dogs. On the way to Shenyang, you don't have anything to eat or drink. If you can't hold on any longer, you will die of thirst and starvation!"
Jiang Liuer shouted through the wooden fence: "I'm going to kill you!"
Bagara looked at him contemptuously, turned around and walked towards the bonfire.
Uncle Alsa in the prison car next door said to himself: "The punishment of the devil may be late, but it will never be absent."
A loud tiger howl resounded through the river bank, and a group of wild boars emerged from the forest in a hurry. Regardless of the bonfire lit in front of them, they plunged into the cold and biting Yalu River. A group of perching birds flew over the forest. The light was dim, and they could see Not really, I could only hear the croaking of the night owl. The cry of the night owl echoed in the night sky for a long time, and it sounded particularly penetrating.
A white-armored soldier covered in blood stood in front of the bonfire. He just ran out of the woods and ran to the river until he was stopped by Obai and the others.
Obai recognized at a glance that this was Bak Yan who had just been sent to chop firewood. The left arm of the white-armored soldier had disappeared. The remaining right arm pointed tremblingly behind him and said in a trembling voice:
"Tiger, tiger, tiger,"
Before the white-armored soldier finished speaking, he died of pain and plunged into the blazing bonfire in front of him. The money rat tail burned into a fiery snake, and soon the stench of barbecued human flesh came.
"There is a tiger in the forest! Everyone who entered the forest just now is dead. Burn up the bonfire on the ground, raise a few more torches, the sword and shield soldiers will gather together, and the archers will disperse!"
Oboi commanded calmly, and more than thirty real barbarians and Bao Yi immediately took action. The Bao Yi raised their torches and looked after the forest. A dozen white sword and shield soldiers held the long cards at the front and lined up to fight. In the formation, the archers raised their bows, looked warily towards the dense forest, and fanned out the two wings.
Everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the forest a dozen steps away. The sun had already set, and a full moon rose. There were shadows in the forest. Suddenly, a black shadow came out of the forest, and more than a dozen heavy arrows immediately shot towards the darkness. Alluding to this, the Bagas shot arrows and shouted loudly, not only to embolden themselves, but also to intimidate their prey - but at this time, the boundary between the prey and the hunter was no longer so clear.
"Stop! Stop!"
Obai shouted loudly several times before the fanatical Qing archers around him stopped shooting. Under the illumination of the bonfire and torches, the black shadow that rushed out of the forest struggled for a few times, then fell to the ground motionless. It seemed that it had already Killed by a deadly arrow.
These Jurchen hunters had just walked out of the woods a few years ago, and they still retained the nature of hunters. Obai whistled, and five or six archers quietly dispersed and ambush on the flanks of the bonfire. The others also held the three weapons in their hands. The heavy-edged arrows were replaced by large crescent shovel arrows. The latter was quite useful against large beasts such as tigers, wild boars, and black bears. Even the thickest wild boar skin could be easily penetrated, causing serious damage to the beasts.
Batulu waved his hand fiercely, and a Qing saber and shield soldier wearing cotton armor and holding a long card cautiously stepped forward and walked step by step towards the black figure lying on the ground.
"Matsushita!"
Jiang Liu'er went crazy and shook the cage, letting out a howl that didn't sound like a human voice.
Several companions looked at the boy who controlled the tiger from a distance. They knew the relationship between Jiang Liu'er and Tiger. They didn't know what to say for a moment. They just stared blankly at the black figure lying on the ground in the distance.
The sword and shield soldier walked carefully to the dead beast. The hand holding the long knife couldn't help but tremble. Dark red blood was flowing on the ground.
"Did you shoot him to death? Cut off the tiger's head!"
Obai shouted, and the four white-armored soldiers slowly approached him holding torches. From a distance, they heard the sword-and-shield soldier exclaim:
"It's not a tiger, it's a bear."
As soon as he finished speaking, a tiger claw came towards him and lifted most of the white-armored soldier's head off. There were screams all around. The four white-armored soldiers walking in front were bitten by the tiger one after another. The scene was extremely tragic.
Obai fired arrows at the black shadow fighting in the distance. The archers around him also followed his master and shot at the violent tiger. The heavy arrows whizzed past and disappeared into the night. The faint sound of arrow clusters breaking through flesh could be heard. Voice.
Obai shot five or six big arrows in succession until his arms were sore and he could no longer draw his bow. The same happened to other archers. At this time, all the screams in the darkness stopped.
Batulu looked at the shocked archers around him and asked hurriedly: "How many people died? Go and see if there is a prison car..."
Before he could finish speaking, a Qing soldier next to him pointed at the forest and shouted: "It's gone!"
The archers looked up one after another and saw an injured tiger quickly crossing the bonfire and disappearing into the dense forest by the river under the dim moonlight.
A group of archers were still preparing to unfurl their bows and nock arrows. Oboi waved his hand and said, "There is no need to chase it. It has been hit by an arrow and will definitely die. No one is allowed to take off their armor tonight. They will be on duty in groups of five. We will set off at 10:00 tomorrow."
Jiang Liu'er looked at the dark forest, worried about whether Panasonic was dead or alive.
Seeing that all the prison cars were safe and sound, Obai breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the Qing troops to come forward together, collect the corpses of his companions who had been bitten into pieces by tigers, incinerate them on the bonfire set up, put the ashes into wine jars, and transport them back to Shenyang University. camp.
Ao Bai stayed up all night. Batulu, the most ferocious in the Qing Dynasty, stared at the jumping flames, his thoughts racing. Suddenly he remembered that the tiger he just met, the aura of death exuding from his body, was so familiar. , as if I had seen it somewhere before.
He thought for a long time and suddenly remembered the high-flying black tiger flag of the Kaiyuan Army soldiers who attacked the Khan's Palace in Hetuala on the eve of the fall of the two yellow flags.
"Second Guards Army! Deng Changxiong!"
A bat rushed towards the blazing bonfire by the river. After its wings burned, it fell to the ground and let out a shrill howl. Obai stretched out his numb feet and crushed the bat to death with all his strength, saying viciously in his heart.
"When I go back this time, I will crush Shenyang, avenge Ama, and kill all the Kaiyuan soldiers."
There was no words for a night, and the next day it was dim. The Qing army held the ashes of their companions in their arms and continued to move westward along the Yalu River.
After a bloody battle last night, Ao Bai's more than ten white-armored soldiers and twenty-odd coats were reduced to a total of thirty people. They had not slept all night. The coats had red eyes and were extremely depressed. Fortunately for the Zhenyi masters, hatred supported them to move forward. Now these Jianzhou Jurchens no longer had the arrogance and arrogance of yesterday. They were still three or four days away from Shenyang, and they lost nearly a centaur on the first day. , many of the survivors were injured, and no one could tell what would happen next.
At three quarters of noon, the prison carriage squeaked and rolled over the official road from Kuandian to Shenyang. The post roads were covered with dust, and the shady trees had long been cut down by the Qing army who besieged Shenyang to build ladders for the carriages.
The October noon sun shines directly on the prisoners. They are locked in this cramped prison car. Their bodies are neither squatting nor standing, nor sitting. In less than half an hour, their legs are numb, not to mention that there are no injuries along the way. Eat or drink, don’t mention how much you suffered.
The dazzling sunlight stung Jiang Liu'er and he couldn't open his eyes. He witnessed Panasonic's injury last night. He cried for half the night and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up today, his head was buzzing and his mind was a little confused. From time to time, things appeared in front of his eyes. All kinds of hallucinations.
One moment he was chased by the Rakshasa ghost on Sakhalin Island, and the other moment he returned to Shenyang City to fight Ding Bi.
The carriage passed a pothole, the wheels suddenly sank, and there was a jolt, and the boy who controlled the tiger woke up.
"You Nikans are committing heinous crimes. Damn it, you are wasting my master's food! When we get to Shenyang, we will skin you and feed it to the dogs!"
The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated post station. It was empty inside, and all the soldiers had already run away. A burly man rushed into the post station to search, but couldn't find a grain of rice. He ran out cursing in anger. Holding the riding crop, he walked to the prison car.
"If you want to survive, tell the numbers of the defenders in Shenyang City and the names of the generals of each city gate..."
Baoyi shouted for a long time, but found no one answered, and became angry.
The five prisoners had neither food nor water for the whole day. After all the torture, they only had half a life left. Kang Guangxu, who usually talked endlessly, had long since become mute. He lowered his head in the dim sunlight, probably because he was afraid that he would starve to death. Ao Bai gave the dandy a piece of beef jerky to eat. Kang Guangxu devoured it, took a sip of water, and asked for wine.
The coated slave slapped him in the face, and Kang Guangxu, who finally regained consciousness, passed out again.
Oboi, who was walking at the front, glanced behind him and made sure that Kang Yingqian's son was still alive, so he asked the fierce Bao Yi to deliver food to the carpenter emperor.
"Hey! Water, water,"
Lao Qian curled up in the prison car, his cracked lips squeaked slightly, and whispered to Bao Yi, who was walking towards Zhu Youxiao's prison car.
"Looking for a fight!"
Bao Yi picked up his riding crop and whipped Lao Qian hard. Suddenly there was a whooshing sound from behind. He quickly shrank his neck, and two sharp arrows passed over his bare head and flew forward.
The Qing soldiers who were resting in the inn immediately became alert and looked around with their swords in hand.
"Hey! You bunch of pig-tailed dogs, when the emperor spared your life, you still dared to harm Liaodong. You are really tired of living!"
Fifty steps away, a hundred elite soldiers surrounded a Han general and rode their horses to cover him up. They were extremely fast and surrounded the post station in a fan shape. The military general is tall and tall, in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. He has a rather unruly look between his eyebrows. When he looks around, he is very powerful. Behind him, two Qi soldiers are carrying a black Big flag, move forward slowly.
Faced with this unexpected situation, the more than thirty Baoyi and Zhenyi in the station were at a loss and stared blankly at the enemies in all directions.
"Li Zicheng, you lead a team of soldiers to rescue people. The others, follow me to kill the Tatars!"
A young cavalryman heard the sound and moved, waving the flag in his hand. Five or six cavalrymen immediately ran towards the prison car, throwing light arrows as they ran.
Obai clearly saw a huge tiger head painted on the old black flag with holes all over it.
At the last moment of his life, Baturu murmured:
"The Second Guards Army? Isn't it trapped in Shaanxi?"
