"Yes, I'll kill that fucking bitch from now on!" Qiao Lin cursed bitterly.
cough! cough!
Maybe it was because the sound was too loud and it affected the wound, so I couldn't help but cough.
"Stop talking, be careful of your wounds. I'll send you back for treatment later." The captain of the reinforcements stopped Qiao Lin, who was still about to speak.
This battle was a terrible one.
A squadron of more than a hundred soldiers had less than thirty people left after the battle. Almost all of them were defeated, and a few were seriously injured. It was not known whether they could be saved after they were sent back.
What's more, even if he is rescued, his body will become disabled and he will no longer be able to stay in the army.
"Captain Qiao, Captain Qiao!" Someone not far away suddenly shouted Qiao Lin's name, and a figure stumbled among the corpses.
"Look for me!" Qiao Lin, who was half lying down, heard the sound and said to another soldier captain beside him.
Hearing this, the captain of the reinforcements turned around and shouted to the man who was still looking for Qiao Lin: "He's not dead, he's here!"
As the words fell, the man hurried over.
"Captain Qiao, are you okay?" As he approached, the man looked at the injured Qiao Lin and said, "I almost thought you were dead too."
After hearing this, Qiao Lin tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said: "I'm fine, I can't die. But I'm surprised that you are here. I thought you had escaped like the two Ming soldiers."
When he was fighting with the slave cavalry, he noticed that the Ming soldiers in the team abandoned the squatting tiger cannon and fled.
It's just that the slave knights are already in front of them, and they have no time to take care of the Ming soldiers who escaped.
"Escape? Where to escape? Can two legs run faster than four?" Sergeant Ming curled his lips and then said, "Those two guys ran away after firing their cannons. They were killed by slave thieves before they could get very far. Killed."
Qiao Lin looked at him and asked with a smile: "Then why don't you run? Are you afraid that you won't be able to run?"
"I also wanted to escape at that time!" said the soldier of the Ming Dynasty. "Seeing that you are not running away, if I want to escape, I will die if I don't run. I might as well stay and fight the slave thieves. Killing one will be enough, and killing two will be enough." There’s still money to be made.”
"Haha! Hey young!"
Qiao Lin laughed twice, accidentally touching the wound, and he grinned in pain.
The soldier captain standing guard said hurriedly: "Stop talking! You can't move your wound any more, otherwise the bandage you just tied will bleed again."
"You're seriously injured! If you were a little off, I'd be able to see your neck." Sergeant Ming glanced at Qiao Lin's injured area.
Hearing this, Qiao Lin said disapprovingly: "I'm already good enough, I'm not afraid of death!"
"I really didn't expect that such a small number of us could really drive away more than 200 slaves. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it." Sergeant Ming sighed with emotion.
In the past, when he was in Dongjiang Town, he and other Dongjiang Town soldiers fought against the slave soldiers in the city, or used sneak attacks and poisoning to harm the slave thieves. However, it was rare for the slave soldiers and horses to fight head-on in the wild. .
"What do slave thieves have to be afraid of? We killed a Baile who faked gold on Pi Island before, and his name seemed to be Arag!" Qiao Lin said proudly. ….
The soldier captain guarding him reminded: "It's Azig!"
"Yes, yes, the name is Ajige. The name given by the slave thief is really convoluted. What a bad surname! This surname is really weird!" Qiao Lin said as if complaining, but the proud look on his face was beyond words.
The soldier of the Ming Dynasty nodded and agreed: "Slave thieves are slave thieves, and the names they give are so different. How can they be compared to our ancestors who knew how to name them, and they sound so comfortable."
At this time, soldiers came over carrying a stretcher.
Qiao Lin was placed on a stretcher, and two soldiers lifted the stretcher.
"By the way, I still don't know what your name is! After all, we also killed slave thieves together." Qiao Lin, who was lying on the stretcher, asked the Ming soldier.
The soldier of the Ming Dynasty said: "My name is Zhou Hu!"
"Zhou Hu, do you want to join my squadron?" Qiao Lin looked at the man named Zhou Hu.
the sergeant asked.
Zhou Hu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said hesitantly: "Didn't it say that you have to perform meritorious service to become a soldier of the Tiger Flag?"
"You can stay and fight with us to the death against the slave knights, and you have killed so many slave knights. You are already qualified to become a formal soldier. From now on, you will join my squadron and we will eat from the same horse spoon." Qiao Lin said to Zhou Hu .
Zhou Hu said hurriedly: "As long as I can kill the slave thief, I am willing."
"Okay, it's settled, Lao Gao, you have to take good care of my people. If you leave them to me, I'll finish with you when I come back." Qiao Lin looked at the captain of the soldiers who came to help.
Hearing this, the other party laughed and cursed: "Yes! Yes! Yes! I won't take your people, but I let an old boy like you take advantage again."
"Just understand, my people can only be mine." Qiao Lin laughed twice.
"Carry the person away!" The soldier captain named Lao Gao ordered the two soldiers carrying the stretcher.
Two soldiers left carrying a stretcher.
At this time, Zhou Hu looked at the soldier captain on the side and asked hesitantly: "Captain, do I also want to follow Captain Qiao?"
"Are you injured too?" Lao Gao looked at Zhou Hu hurriedly.
Hearing this, Zhou Hu shook his head and said, "I'm not injured. I'm fine. I just fell down and got some blood on me."
I have to say that he is really lucky.
Among the people who survived, there were only three or five people who were not injured, and he was one of them. Not only that, he also killed several slave riders, of course, all with the Crouching Tiger Cannon.
Seeing that Zhou Hu was not injured, Lao Gao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are not injured, why are you joining in the fun? Go clean the battlefield quickly. After cleaning the battlefield, come back with me."
"But I belong to Captain Qiao!" When Zhou Hu heard that the other party wanted to take him away, he hurriedly showed that he was already a soldier of Qiao Lin's squadron.
After hearing this, Lao Gao said angrily: "I know you are Lao Qiao's people, but those of you who are not injured and can't be taken care of are all temporarily requisitioned. Follow me back to the Baihu Station in front, and wait until the matter is resolved. These slaves will let you go back to the team."
There is only one squadron of soldiers left in each hundred households, and the manpower is already tight. One more person will be more powerful when facing the slave cavalry. Although Qiao Lin has left, the soldiers in the team will naturally stay behind to take precautions. Slave riding.
And he knew very well that the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty who were organized into each squadron were all artillerymen. The infantry had to use artillery when facing the cavalry. One more artilleryman would probably kill several more slave cavalry.
If Qiao Lin's squadron had not suffered too many losses and he was too embarrassed to rob people, otherwise this Ming sergeant named Zhou Hu would have stayed in his own team.
"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. Bring all the cannons and chop off the heads of the slaves and thieves. I will build a temple for them." Lao Gao shouted to the soldiers around him, and immediately looked at where he was standing. Zhou Hu, who was on the side, ordered, "Are you a gunner? Take your cannon and follow me."
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