There is the Tang River in the north of Dingzhou, and there is a forest on the other side of the river. To the east of the forest, there are more than ten Qing army captives chasing the two Ming army sentries in front.
Liu Jinhai was jumping back and forth on the two galloping horses, and sometimes he was hiding under his feet. His figure was very flexible. The sharp arrows fired by the Qing army sentries chasing him could never reach him. on the body.
In the blink of an eye, Liu Jinhai galloped for more than a mile, and the horse under his crotch was already breathing hard. Fortunately, some war horses were captured in Gaoyang, so that they, the servants on sentry duty, could have two horses each.
When they went out on guard, the horses they selected were strong and able to withstand long-term galloping. Looking back at the Qing army's sentry cavalry, their pursuit seemed to have weakened.
Suddenly he heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him. Liu Jinhai quickly turned around and saw a Qing army cavalryman chasing after him. He saw that this cavalry soldier was already far away from the other Qing army sentries. Some distance away, I secretly cried out in my heart: "Well done!"
He took the bow in his hand, quickly nocked the arrow, and stood on the horse's back. The moment the horse's legs leaped into the air, he suddenly turned around.
Liu Jinhai's body seemed to have been completely twisted, "Whoosh!", he shot out an arrow, hitting the Qing army's cavalry soldier in the face.
The horse-armored soldier screamed, rolled off his saddle and fell off his horse, lying forever on the Jinan plain that should have been extremely peaceful.
Okay, killed one!
"call out!"
Looking for an opportunity, Liu Jinhai turned around and shot another arrow. A Qing army sentry rider who was chasing him was hit by an arrow in the eye. He fell backwards and flew away, leaving only the horse under his crotch, running forward.
"Whizzing……"
Liu Jinhai watched as he galloped towards the woods, and suddenly a shower of arrows shot out from the woods. Four or five of the Qing army sentries who struggled to catch up immediately fell off their horses, and a powerful crossbow returned. Penetrated the head of a Qing army sentry.
In the woods, several Ming army elite riders roared out on horseback. The remaining three Qing army sentry riders saw that the situation was not good. They immediately turned their horses' heads, turned around and whipped their horses with all their strength, trying to escape.
"Suddenly!"
A noose flew like a ghost and was accurately placed around the neck of the last Qing army sentry rider. The noose tightened in an instant. The Qing army sentry rider suddenly fell backwards and was torn off his horse. Down.
The war horse under his crotch neighed and fled far away. The remaining two Qing army sentries dared to pay attention to him. They didn't even look back and galloped away.
Like the two fleeing Qing army sentries, Niu Sheng and others did not stop much after they succeeded. They roared and galloped towards the west on horseback. This forest had been exposed and they could not stay for a long time.
The captured Qing army sentry was dragged by a rope on the cold ground. When they stopped in an unknown forest, the Qing army's sentry was already a mess of flesh and blood and was no longer human.
His helmet had fallen off at some point, and his bald head was covered with dust and blood, but there was a small braid like a rat's tail hanging weakly on the back of his head.
The Qing military sentry was lying on the ground in a daze, struggling to look around. There were eight people in front of him, all of whom were dressed like ordinary Ming people.
However, looking at the horses and equipment they ride on, they must be Ye Bushou, the most elite of the Ming army.
Seeing these people looking at him with fierce eyes, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Just as he was about to struggle to get up, he heard a loud shout, and a thick fist that had not been withdrawn all night hit him hard on the lower abdomen. This Qing army The sentry rider's eyes protrude, and he makes a "hehe" sound in his mouth.
A Ming army strode over. His body was thick and strong, his face was full of flesh, and his voice was as unpleasant as nails scraping against an iron plate.
He smiled ferociously and said to the Qing army sentry in Tatar language: "Dog Tatar, tell me everything you know, and I will give you a good time, grandpa!"
After saying that, he stretched out his hand, grabbed his rat-tail-like braid, and lifted him up forcefully. This Qing army sentry cavalry was also quite strong, and his heavy body was supported entirely by a braid, which was distinctive. The ground explains what a critical moment is.
This Qing military sentry was riding behind a horse and had been dragged for an unknown number of miles. His mouth and nose had already been bleeding and his face was covered with dust. Now that he was being pulled up like this, he felt as if his scalp was about to be torn off and he was wailing fiercely. Screaming.
Niu Sheng said in a deep voice with a cold face: "Big monkey, I will leave this dead Tatar to you for interrogation. Remember, you should be gentle and kill him after you have finished interrogating him."
Ye Bushou, who had a sinister face, said extremely excitedly: "Nutou, don't worry, I won't miss you this time, and I will greet him well. I promise, this damn Tatar even stole a few men from his mother." It will all pour out.”
A cruel taste flashed across the big monkey's face. He took out a rusty knife, picked up the rat tail of the Qing army sentry, and pulled it deep into the woods.
Soon, the long and mournful howls of the Qing army's sentry cavalry were heard over there, interspersed with the angry curses of the big monkey's deadly voice.
Liu Jinhai glanced at the prostitute over there and said in his heart: "Good guy, these brothers from Xuanzhen tortured the Tatars much more harshly than their brothers who supervise Biaoying."
Only then did Niu Sheng take the time to ask Liu Jinhai: "Brother Liu, are you out of the way? Are you hurt?"
Liu Jinhai just sat down to take a rest, but he didn't get up. He just sat and shook his head, and then cursed angrily: "Tie Duzi, brother missed, five brothers came out, and three were lost."
"Why……"
He sighed with a sad look on his face, and then said: "Two were killed on the spot, and one brother was captured by the Tatars. I'm afraid..."
As he spoke, Liu Jinhai punched a big tree in front of him with such force that the dry trunk shook, and he was so shocked that the tiger's mouth cracked, but he still didn't know it.
This is a sturdy middle-aged man. He is not tall but very strong. He wears a fur hat on his head and a thick cotton jacket. He is dressed like a household in Liaodong.
Although he has been fighting in various places with the army all year round, he still retains a hint of Liaodong accent. However, he stayed in Xuanda University with Lu Xiangsheng for more than two years, and his words have a bit of Xuanda University accent, so everyone can communicate with each other without any problems.
Liu Jinhai's face was covered with the pain of wind and frost, with holes blown open by the icy cold wind. His eyes always seemed to be beating with raging anger. He was carrying a huge rifle quiver on his back, and a horse bow was hung on the saddle of the horse beside him. And a sword for riding and fighting.
Not far from him, Chen Huzi, the supervisor of the Biao camp who went out with him, was also resting against a tree. He was a very ordinary-looking man, the kind of person who would just look like you if you were thrown into the crowd. A type that can no longer be found.
He was also wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and an old fur hat that had lost its lint. His hands were casually inserted into the sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket, and he was leaning against a tree, closing his eyes and concentrating, just like a shrinking old farmer who was indifferent to the world. generally.
