"kill!"
Zhao Ming's eyes suddenly lit up as he listened to the noise in the other party's crowd, and he suddenly shouted loudly.
The other party spoke Mongolian, but during the day of the fight, Zhao Ming took the time to touch the corpses and learned a lot of minority languages.
There are quite a lot of dialects in Inner Mongolia, and Zhao Ming is already a well-known person at this time.
Following Zhao Ming's instructions, the brothers gritted their teeth and charged for the second time, even before they could take a breath.
Bang bang bang!
A series of volleys were fired, followed by sparse and somewhat chaotic gunfire from the opposite side.
The hand-to-hand combat began again, with Zhao Ming taking the lead, Zhang He on the left, and Monkey on the right.
However, the first moment of the collision was completely Zhang He's one-man show. His Liuhe gun was too long. As soon as the gun tip was released, one of the enemy cavalry was immediately pushed away.
The scene was particularly brutal, as if a javelin directly took the person out from the horse.
Then came the continuous stabbing. When the two sides were fighting each other, it was difficult to swing a spear of this length to sweep. It could only be done like a spear, like a javelin of Western cavalry, with the help of the charge of the horse and the length of the spear. Break defense.
Zhao Ming also used the Knife-Drawing Technique as usual. The Huanshou Sword in his hand was like a wheel that rotated again and again, drawing the enemy under the wheel again and again and crushing it.
The blade dropped so hard that the bones were broken.
Zhao Ming suspected that the power of the Kick-in-Drawing Technique might be greater with that kind of hammer.
The second round of charges lasted for a full three minutes. After three minutes, the damage was once again increased, and the opponent's 300 men were reduced to just over 100.
Not waiting for Zhao Ming and the others to charge again, this group of people actually ran away.
"Okay! Master Zhang did a good job!"
Zhao Ming patted Zhang He on the shoulder. He didn't expect Zhang He to be so accurate. He defeated the one he led in the first round.
Now Zhao Ming can still think that the first person to be picked off should be the leader of the opponent's team.
He also looked very fierce, and his ferocious roar was full of momentum. As a result, he was dismounted by Zhang He in just one move, and the head of his spear directly pierced a big hole.
Zhang He smiled and shook his head, then pointed at the fleeing troops and asked, "Are you still pursuing me?"
"No more chasing! Some brothers can still be saved. Brothers running around for a day is too much for humans, and neither can this horse."
Zhao Ming shook his head and directed his brothers to start cleaning up the mess.
Although they were lucky this time, the losses were still heavy. The two waves of charges resulted in nearly a hundred casualties, but many of them could still be saved.
But there are also some who have their sternums and leg bones trampled by horses' hooves, and most of them cannot be saved.
For those who wanted to die, Zhao Ming always had someone give them a knife to save them from suffering. Those who only suffered leg injuries and were not seriously injured, Zhao Ming also took them with him.
The team's speed was even slower when they returned. Many of the horses were carrying two people on their backs, and the horses were panting even more violently.
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"What? Do you have anything to do with this bad old man like me today?"
In the camp, Beishan was reading casually while holding a book he bought from the city. He glanced at Wang Beibei, who was sitting beside him and was smiling, with some doubts on his face.
"Haha, owner of the village, I think you are right. I am indeed a little too impulsive, and I don't think about some things clearly as you do."
Wang Beibei scratched his head with a modest look on his face.
Seeing this, Bei Shan's furrowed brows and slight doubts disappeared, and a look of instructable approval appeared on his face.
"Oh, I wish you could understand my painstaking efforts.
Things are no longer what they used to be. National reunification is the general trend. Now that Zhao Ming has expressed his stance, let's forget about the past.
We can continue to wait and see, but we must not make any oversteps. Otherwise, if we clean up later, the whole country will suffer, and that will be irreparable losses. "
Seeing that Wang Beibei could understand, Beishan also said this more frequently. I felt that their Maoming Anbu was still very promising.
As long as Wang Beibei, a rising star, can be sensible, understand the overall situation, and know how to advance and retreat, Maoming Anbu will not be too bad in the future.
"Master, you are right, I will definitely listen to you in the future."
Wang Beibei nodded obediently.
Seeing this, Beishan frowned slightly. Wang Beibei answered too simply and agreed too quickly. This was completely inconsistent with his usual behavior.
He turned to stare at Wang Beibei.
"You kid didn't do anything behind my back, did you?"
"No! Master, where did you want to go? I'm right in front of you, what can I do?"
Wang Beibei quickly explained that it was just that Beishan was too familiar with him and it was hard to tell when he said he wasn't lying.
"Tell me, what did you do?!" Beishan's tone suddenly became serious, and his tone was questioning.
Wang Beibei was stunned for a moment, his face was a little stiff, and it turned into an angry look for a moment.
"Old man, what exactly do you mean? Is everything I do wrong in your eyes?"
"Wang Beibei! You are not the owner of the village yet!"
"Yes! I'm not the owner of the village yet, but how long can you continue to do so? Are you going to give me the position of owner in the end?"
Wang Beibei also stood up and sneered.
"Old man, let me tell you the truth, yes I arranged for Wang Meng to kill Zhao Ming! Just wait, the news of Zhao Ming's death will come back later.
At that time, you have done things you shouldn’t have done, let’s see what else you can do! "
"What did you say?!!!"
Hearing this, Beishan stood up with disbelief on his face.
"You...you...you are going to make me mad!"
Beishan covered his chest, feeling tight and short of breath, his eyesight turned black, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
Living in the grassland is full of meat and fish every day, and most of the elderly people have serious problems such as high blood pressure and high blood pressure. At this time, Beishan felt like he was going to die.
Fortunately, he was physically strong enough when he was young, so he finally recovered after taking a few breaths.
But at this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves outside the camp, and then the sound of horse hooves paused, followed by the sound of footsteps rubbing against the grass.
The tent was pushed open, and a young man covered in blood broke in.
"Haha! Bolk, are you back? Just come and tell the old man how Zhao Ming died in your hands!"
Wang Beibei was very happy to see the visitor.
This man is one of the warriors in the tribe, his status is slightly inferior to that of Wang Meng, and he is also one of the candidates for this attack.
But he didn't notice the panic on the young man's face.
"The village...the owner of the village..." The young man first saluted to Beishan, and then saluted to Wang Beibei, "Chief Shepherd!"
"Don't be ridiculous, say it quickly!" Wang Beibei kicked the opponent and scolded him with a smile.
The young man swallowed, took a deep breath, kneeled on the ground with his head buried, and said quickly, "Chief Shepherd! Owner of the village! Wang Meng died in the battle, and more than half of the brothers were killed.
The target was not damaged at all, and within a quarter of an hour of fighting, they were defeated! "
Quiet!
The camp fell into deathly silence, and Wang Beibei stood there in a daze, lost in thought.
