Su Shigao had just knocked down a Tatar. Before he could light the match of the last blunderbuss, he heard a gust of wind, but it was the Tatar holding a tiger gun who chased him.
The tiger spear in his hand stabbed hard. The tiger spear's blade was Gu-shaped and nine inches long. It had ridges on it and several blood grooves. The blade was deep red. It was obvious that it had been stained by the blood of many Ming soldiers. blood.
Hearing the sound of "chi" and the sound of the body armor being broken, the tiger spear was completely gone. The sharp spear tip penetrated deeply into Su Shigao's body until it reached the antlers of the holster.
"boom!"
The three-eyed gun in Su Shigao's hand also made an explosive roar at the same time. The Tatar was already close in front of him, but was hit by the gun and flew several steps away. He fell to the ground and could not get up again.
As the smoke rose, a large amount of blood spurted out from Su Shigao's mouth. At the same time, he let out a shrill howl, in agony, but he was pinned against the tree trunk by the Tatar's tiger spear, and he could not move.
"Master Su."
Sun Dongri shouted loudly. He was also faced with several Tatar soldiers who were pursuing him. He was even injured. His left arm was hit by the Tatar's iron bone, and it hung down softly.
Seeing another Tatar approaching, he gritted his teeth. The three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand was inconvenient to fire. He grasped the handle of the blunderbuss tightly with his right hand and used it as a hammer. He swung it with great force and hit the Tatar.
The Tatar ducked low and ducked easily. He held up the shield in his left hand to block the three-eyed blunderbuss, but the iron whip in his right hand rushed towards Sun Dongri's waist and swept it across.
Seeing that Sun Dongri was unable to escape, there was another "boom" explosion, and the Tatar froze, followed by a howl like a wild beast.
The knee of his left leg was completely broken by the gun, and his bones and flesh burst apart. He fell to the ground with a wailing cry, and the iron whip in his hand fell off.
It turned out that Qian Yusheng had picked up a three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand at some point. He happened to have time to fire the bludgeon, and then he rescued Sun Dongri.
"Get out of here like a donkey!"
Son Dong-il was half-crying and cursed angrily.
"Boom!" There was a loud sound.
He suddenly rushed forward, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss and hit the Tatar's head hard, and the helmet was blown away. The Tatar soldier stopped wailing, and half of his head was deformed by the blow. shape.
"Death to the Tatars, die!"
Sun Dongri roared and was about to swing the three-eyed gun and hit it again, but he had just raised the three-eyed gun when a "whirring" sound of wind came, and a flying ax was thrown from the hand of a Tatar approaching from behind. , spinning rapidly, hitting Sun Dongri's right shoulder.
Blood sprayed out all at once. Sun Dongri's eyes widened, and a trace of blood foam came out of his mouth. The three-eyed blunderbuss fell from his right hand and fell to the ground. He couldn't help but roar in pain, and fell down under the tree next to him.
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"Brother Zheng, Brother Qian, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape this time."
Behind a slightly thick cypress tree, Ma Zhenyuan gasped and said to Zheng Zhitai and Qian Yusheng beside him: "We sent out eighteen brothers, and now there are only three of us left. I was the one who led the brothers into the desperate situation." , Ma is so ashamed!”
At this time, they were fighting and retreating, and had almost reached the foot of the mountain. However, when they heard those screams and the low neighing of the war horses, they concluded that the three servants staying in the woods at the foot of the mountain had also been attacked and killed. .
Seeing that they were in danger of being outflanked by the Tatars on both sides, they did not dare to go down the mountain from the original route, but moved towards the steeper mountain to the west.
In the pursuit and fighting that began after being ambushed, fifteen of the sentry knights under Wu Sangui of the Ming Army were injured or killed. They lost their combat effectiveness and almost the entire army was destroyed.
However, the Tatars only suffered six casualties, and the remaining eight people, although there were many arrows on their armor, did not do much damage to them and still maintained strong combat power.
At the same time, there should be three or five Tatars who were outflanking and attacking the three servants left behind at the foot of the mountain, and they were also outflanking them at this moment.
Although Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai had been in battle for a long time, they were inevitably injured. Ma Zhenyuan was better, mostly bruised by Tatar arrows, but Zheng Zhitai was a little worse.
He was shot in the left thigh by an arrow. Although the arrow did not penetrate through, it still penetrated the armor and penetrated into the flesh. A bright red oozed from the wound. It was obvious that his movement was restricted and he could not escape no matter what. Take it off.
The fight just now was too fierce and thrilling, but they didn't think anything of it. After taking a breath, the two of them suddenly felt a burning pain in the wound, as if burned by a flame. As their physical strength dropped rapidly, their movements began to become sluggish.
They have now retreated hundreds of steps to the northwest. Not only is the mountain getting steeper, but it may be because it is rarely visited on weekdays. The trees here are dense, weeds and dead branches are everywhere, and walking is becoming more difficult. difficult.
The three of them hid behind a large rock and took a break with the help of dense trees around them. At this time, Zheng Zhitai made a mark on the arrow shaft inserted in his thigh with a knife, and then broke the arrow shaft with great pains.
Qian Yusheng seemed to be the luckiest of the few. He only had his left arm struck by a Tatar crescent arrow, which scratched some flesh, but other than that there were no other major wounds.
Zheng Zhitai's expression remained calm, and he said: "No wonder Master Ma, I think before I even went up the mountain, I was discovered by the Tatars and set up an ambush."
Qian Yusheng also said with tears: "I don't blame Mr. Ma, it's all because the Tatars are too treacherous."
Ma Zhenyuan was silent. He nodded, shook his head, and then stuck his head out and glanced in the southeast direction, where the Tatar's red armor figure faintly appeared again.
He murmured: "If we can't escape, we won't escape. Even if I die, I will still have to bring in a few Tatars to support us."
Zheng Zhitai also laughed and said: "Brothers, you and I will eventually live and die together with the Tatars!"
The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. They had been fighting together for more than ten years and had long been connected.
Ma Zhenyuan turned to look at Qian Yusheng and said to him: "Brother Qian, you can escape to the northwest from now on. The mountains and forests over there are dangerous and there may not be a way to survive."
Qian Yusheng seemed to be still hesitating, but Ma Zhenyuan shouted loudly: "Quickly! If you can escape, remember to report to the general. Ma Zhenyuan can no longer follow and kill slaves."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of white cloth from his arms, which was covered with black marks. He balled it up and handed it to Qian Yusheng, and said: "If you are lucky enough to escape, you must present this picture to the general." , remember, remember!”
He then laughed miserably and said: "Meet a saint, meet a saint. It depends on your destiny, whether it is worthy of your name."
Qian Yusheng had no choice but to say goodbye to the two of them in tears. Seeing him leaving, Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai were leaning side by side on the rocks, their expressions already dull.
The two of them had been fighting in the army for more than ten years, and they had long lost sight of matters of life and death. It was just one death. They crawled out from among the dead and lived and died several times. It no longer mattered.
However, this time I really felt unwilling to do so. I felt so damn useless. I originally wanted to outflank the Tatars, but I never expected that they would be outflanked by the Tatars. I always secretly resented this in my heart.
There was a burst of movement, and several figures in vests with red flags loomed, much closer than before. The two looked at each other, Ma Zhenyuan laughed wildly and said: "Haha... Mr. Zheng, kill the Tatars. Kill one is enough." Ben, kill two and earn one!"
Zheng Zhitai also laughed and said: "Okay. Mr. Ma, kill the Tatars!"
The two shouted in unison: "Kill the Tatars..."
