At this time, the Tatar camp on the battlefield was divided by Yang Bing and his men. There were about two hundred Tatar soldiers between him and the city wall, but behind him there was an army of 20,000 people led by Keti Khan. .
Seeing this situation, Yang Bing felt bad. He was still too naive, thinking that he could successfully repel the enemy with a grenade in his hand. However, after Keti Khan organized the remaining troops, he attacked Yang Bing and others again. , the grenades in Yang Bingfang's hand had already been used up during the first wave of impact.
Keti Khan led the Tatars to join the battle again, and the situation was instantly reversed. Soon the five thousand elite soldiers led by Yang Bing were forced to retreat to the foot of the city wall.
"Da da da……"
At this time, the city gate opened, and the sound of horse hooves came. Yang Bing turned around and saw Wan Qi Keer riding on a war horse, with a long spear in his hand, rushing into the enemy army, like a tiger rushing in. They were like a flock of sheep, leaving Tatar corpses wherever they passed.
About a thousand soldiers of the Ming Dynasty rushed out of the city. Upon seeing this, General Xiang shouted to Wan Qi Ke'er: "Stop hiding people now, let them all come out!"
Wan Qike'er was stunned: "That's all."
"Holy shit!" Yang Bing really experienced the rapid changes of ancient wars this time. It seemed that even if he traveled through time, he would not be able to rely solely on the tactics of his previous life.
Yang Bing cursed, and just as he was about to speak, a broad-backed machete came towards him, and he quickly put the knife horizontally in front of him to block the blow.
The powerful force cut Yang Bing off his horse. When he looked up, he saw Ketihan walking towards him with a big knife in his hand and a fierce expression on his face.
Seeing that Yang Bing was cut off, Wan Qike'er quickly waved his spear and fought with Keti Khan. Keti Khan's sword was always swung with great power, blocking Wan Qike's four or five blows in succession. Son, the tiger's mouth has burst open, so we have to defend.
Yang Bing slowed down, picked up the long knife that had fallen aside and joined the battle. Although his body was very weak, relying on the memory of his previous life, Yang Bing was able to fight with Ketihan.
Yang Bing held a long knife and cut Ketihan at close range. Wanqi Keer kept disturbing Ketihan with a long spear, and the other party couldn't help but yell.
"You Ming people are really despicable, two against one." Ketihan did not expect that he would be restrained by a female general and a pretty boy.
"Huh, you have to do whatever it takes to deal with the enemy!" Yang Bing caught Ketihan's negligence and grabbed the back of Ketihan's knife with his left hand. Even so, the opponent's knife still hit Yang Bing's shoulder. Yang Bing Gritting his teeth, he stabbed Ketihan with the long knife with his right hand.
Ketihan wanted to dodge the knife, but it was still a few seconds late. The knife stabbed Ketihan's thigh forcefully. Wanqi Keer also followed closely and stabbed Ketihan in the shoulder. .
It has to be said that Ketihan is still very strong. Even though he was hit by a knife and a gun, he was still able to kick Yang Bing and Wan Qi Ker away.
Yang Bing and Wan Qikeer fell heavily to the ground. Yang Bing spat out a mouthful of blood, and a two-centimeter-deep wound was cut on his shoulder. He looked up and saw that Ketihan was also seriously injured. Yang Bing took out the knife from his arms. A signal flare he made himself, modified from Ming Dynasty fireworks.
Yang Bing sent out a signal to the sky, and not far away there was a burst of dust on the only road between Beiliu and Jincheng. The leader, Fang Dahai, led the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty from behind.
The battle situation was reversed again. Yang Bing and Wan Qike'er's 6,000 men now had less than 3,000 left. The Tatar army also lost nearly 4,000 men, and behind Fang Dahai was Jincheng. of 20,000 troops.
Yang Bing breathed a sigh of relief and thought that fortunately he had saved this hand before he came out, letting Fang Dahai lead 20,000 people to wait for his signal. In fact, before coming, Yang Bing thought that this hand would not be used, but after he actually went to the battlefield, he I found that I thought of ancient wars too simply.
So after severely damaging the two Tatar leaders, he released a signal flare and called for backup.
This battle lasted until dark, and finally the Tatars were repulsed. The opposing army withdrew from Beiliu and did not go to Jincheng. Ketihan knew that it would be difficult for an army of 30,000 people to capture Jincheng, so he even more Don't talk about the remaining remnants of his army, and rushed back to the Tatar country with the army.
Although the battle was won, it was a tragic victory. The corpses under Beiliu City were piled up like a hill.
"Damn it! This battle is really hard to fight." Yang Bing took off his armor, looked at the wound on his shoulder, gritted his teeth and bandaged the wound himself.
Wan Qi Ke'er was sitting not far away, and the female guard beside her was also bandaging her wounds. She looked at Yang Bing and recalled Yang Bing's performance on the battlefield during the day. She became increasingly confused and confused. Is this really Yang Bing?
"It's not good! General Wanqi, the second prince fainted!" A soldier ran over to report.
"What!" Wan Qike'er ran over regardless of the wounds on his body.
Seeing this, Yang Bing covered the wound and followed him. When the two entered the tent, they saw a doctor looking at the second prince's wound with a look of confusion.
The wound was now swollen, like a bulge, filled with pus. The doctor took out a small knife from a bag he carried with him and was about to operate on the second prince.
Yang Bing quickly ran over and grabbed the doctor's hand: "Stop! You will kill him if you do this."
Grabbing the knife from the doctor's hand, Yang Bing found an oil lamp and put the knife on it to roast. The doctor on the side said angrily to Wan Qi Kerer: "General Wan Qi, is this general yours? "
"I'm sorry, Imperial Doctor Guan, Yang Bing quickly returns the things to Imperial Doctor Guan, this is no joke!" The Imperial Doctor Guan that Wan Qi Keer mentioned was the doctor in front of him.
The original name of Imperial Doctor Guan was Guan Shiru. He was specially assigned by the emperor to follow the second prince. Naturally, he was a little arrogant. But what he didn't know was that in Yang Bing's eyes, Guan Shiru had ignored a fatal issue, that is, disinfection. After seeing When Guan Shiru took out his knife and was about to strike, Yang Bing understood why the second prince's injury was so serious.
Yang Bing turned around and didn't look at Guan Shiru at all, but said to Wan Qi Ke'er: "If you want the second prince to die here, then please do so. If you don't want to, then don't talk nonsense!"
Looking at Yang Bing's eyes, Wan Qike'er suddenly felt that Yang Bing in front of him might really save the second prince.
Seeing that Wan Qi Ke'er did not stop him, Yang Bing was about to attack with a red-hot knife. Guan Shiru became anxious: "General Wan Qi Ke'er!"
Wan Qike'er waved her hand to interrupt: "Don't talk!"
Logically speaking, the other party was the second prince, and it was impossible for Wan Qi Ke'er to let Yang Bing take action. However, after seeing Yang Bing's very flexible hand cut the second prince's wound, Wan Qi Ke'er thought to himself. One knife is so clever!
Guan Shiru on the side was also surprised. As a man who marched with the army all year round, he often had to operate on soldiers, but he thought he could not do Yang Bing's knife. The depth and length of the wound he cut were just right, and the blood flowed. The amount was also very small and there was almost no bleeding.
Yang Bing disagreed. He couldn't remember how many times he had dealt with such wounds in his previous life. After squeezing out the pus, Yang Bing turned to Wan Qi Ker and said, "Go find a jar of wine." , it needs to be of high degree.”
"Degrees???" Wan Qike'er obviously didn't understand what degrees were.
Yang Bing slapped his head: "Be strong!"
Wan Qi Ke'er agreed and walked out of the tent to find some wine.
