Zhao Ming took the lead, and Zhang He and Monkey on the left and right were like two guards guarding the two wings.
The three people formed an awl shape and began to quickly strangle all obstacles in front, creating opportunities for the following teams to tear apart the opponent's formation.
Even though it was Zhang He's spear and Monkey's two swords that were wielded so airtight, someone still came in and killed them.
An arrow shot straight towards Zhao Ming from behind the opponent's camp.
boom!
There was a muffled sound, and Zhao Ming swayed slightly, but he kept moving his hands and continued to slash.
The arrow penetrated into the chest, and was finally blocked by the plate armor inside.
Someone also shot an arrow from the flank, and the arrow sank into his right arm, but Zhao Ming only shook his body slightly and his hand movements were not affected at all.
Since it was a wave of attacks with fewer people hitting more, how could they not be fully prepared?
It was also because they knew the power of Manchu bows in advance that each brother not only had plate armor on his chest, but also had several layers of dry cowhide wrapped around his arms.
If the cowhide is not enough, a piece of air-dried beef is tied inside. This thing is no weaker than cowhide. The dried beef is like a brick.
Clang!
One person wanted to block, but Zhao Ming's blow to the head was so easy to block. The weak spot in the middle of the opponent's blade couldn't withstand the impact and broke immediately. The blade tore his flesh and blood without hesitation.
With a wail, Zhao Ming quickly passed this person and continued to rush forward, his eyes under the mask staring at the suspected leader of the Waiman officer behind the crowd directly in front.
boom! boom!
Several muskets fired smoke and shot out projectiles, and two projectiles were shot directly into Zhao Ming's chest and abdomen.
But sharp weapons like the Manchurian bow could not break through the defense, and the bullets could only get stuck in the inner layer of the cotton armor.
"What's going on outside?"
The leader of the Ba'alin flag in the rear frowned and looked away from the besieged camp.
"Back to the flag master! It seems that there is another group of grassland herdsmen attacking us, but now the leader is leading the warriors to fight back, and it is expected to be calmed down soon." A subordinate responded quickly.
"Yeah! It should be the group that escaped just now." Ba'alin Geer, the leader of the Ba'alin flag, nodded.
"Tell the brothers to move faster. Many flag owners in the rear are watching. Don't let others see the joke."
"yes!"
After giving instructions to his subordinates, the flag leader Baalin Geer turned his eyes to Wang Beibei and his group who were still resisting.
These two parts are still a bit difficult to digest, but the Maoming'an tribe is easy to talk about, but it is even more difficult to deal with the Darhan tribe. That Darhan seems to be very bloody.
Now we can only clean up the Maoming'an Department as soon as possible and then take advantage of the Darkhan Department.
"The owner of the village! The chief shepherd! The brothers can't stand it any longer. There's no way to escape now, people! There are people everywhere. As long as the brothers rush out, they will be shot into a sieve immediately. It's over! We're done!"
A warrior from Maoming'anbu cried, his voice was as shrill as despair.
Listening to the other party's cries, Wang Beibei would have definitely kicked him at this time, but now he no longer has the strength.
Several good archers in the tribe had already been sniped by the opponent. They stood close to him to guard against the enemy approaching step by step. They frequently pulled the bowstring with both hands as if they were about to become useless, and every muscle was twitching.
He turned to look at the old man with dull eyes, his head drooped and he was very downcast.
For the first time, a guy with strong limbs and a simple mind felt guilty.
The old man has never said that the Outer Mongolians are also a pack of wolves, and they are also seeking skin from tigers.
Originally, if I had followed the old man's approach before, I might not have encountered this kind of thing.
"Oh, Wang Beibei, do you know now? It's a pity it's too late."
Seemingly sensing Wang Beibei's thoughts at this time, the old village owner Beishan let out a long sigh.
When he looked at Wang Beibei, there was no longer the disappointment in his eyes, but only plainness and calmness.
"When this person lives in this world, he must bow his head at some point. If he doesn't bow his head, he can't survive in this world.
It’s just that the price this time is a bit high, and our entire tribe has to pay the bill. "
Beishan looked into the distance with some pity. Through the firelight and the chaotic figures, he saw the young men of the tribe falling to the ground amidst the miserable howls.
I saw women being carried on horseback by the Mongols who were laughing ferociously, and they were spanking their buttocks with their palms as big as palms as if they were goods.
The elders in the tribe tried to resist, but were met with merciless blade slashes.
Blood splattered and screams continued.
Perhaps from this moment on, Momei Anbe, who has existed for hundreds of years, will cease to exist.
Beishan thought secretly in his heart, and his eyes were gradually becoming desperate.
However, at this moment, he suddenly trembled, his ears moved, and he couldn't help but look sideways.
"Wang Beibei, look if something happened outside?"
Beishan frowned and ordered. He vaguely felt that the sounds around him were a bit chaotic, and there seemed to be other exclamations and noises coming from the distance.
Those places farther away are all Outer Mongols. What happened to the Outer Mongols?
Hearing this, Wang Beibei nodded. At the moment, they could only huddle around a few tents and cargo piles, with limited vision.
Brother Chang looked around and was likely to be shot to death by an arrow. He cautiously approached the side, first took out an arrow and stretched it out.
Immediately, he quickly lowered his body and leaned out to look outside.
With just one glance, he was stunned. It took a full second or two before he retracted his head under Beishan's strong pull.
"You're crazy!" Beishan yelled angrily. This guy was quite clever before, but he didn't know how many shooters were around him?
"Old... old man... it seems... it seems..."
Wang Beibei gradually recovered from his daze, and then he stumbled a little and said, "It seems that many Outer Mongolians surrounding us have dispersed."
"Dispersed?"
Beishan was suspicious, and after thinking about it, he exchanged positions with Wang Beibei, and then cautiously and quickly reached out.
I wanted to retract quickly, but after taking a look, I was also stunned.
Because there were indeed a lot fewer Outer Mongolian cavalry on the periphery, with only seven or eight left wandering around, and the eyes of these Outer Mongolians were a little uncertain, and they all looked towards the south.
You know, there were at least four to five hundred Mongolians surrounding them before. Why did they disperse now?
"Old man, what do you think is going on?" Wang Beibei was a little puzzled, "How about I lead someone to kill him?"
Hearing this, Beishan did not reply immediately, but frowned and pondered carefully.
"South! They look at the south...what's on the south?"
Beishan was muttering in his mouth, and kept stroking his beard with his hands, and several of his beards were almost torn off by him.
"Look to the right again and look carefully. If it doesn't work, climb up and see if something happened over there?" Beishan ordered.
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At the same time, on the other side, in the Pingqian Tunbu station, a bonfire had been set up on the roadside. Fortunately, some remaining dry firewood and cow dung were found in the house.
But at this time, there were only a few dozen people warming themselves by the bonfire, while the remaining people all mounted their horses again and stood outside Pingqian Tun, looking towards the north.
