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Chapter 206 Wang Erdan and Zhu Yiqi

North of Fengrun, the left-wing camp of the Qing army, inside a wooden fence where exiled Ming people were detained, Zhou Heizi yelled, grabbed the wooden fence with both hands, pushed forward, and then, his body suddenly turned left and right They hit each other vigorously.

"Crack...knock..."

There were two crisp sounds, and the wooden sticks on the left and right sides of the wooden fence that Zhou Heizi kicked broke, snapped under the impact of his solid body.

He shouted: "Come on, kill the Tartars, go home..."

A Qing soldier heard the abnormality here, and just turned his head to look at it, Zhou Heizi grabbed the big wooden fence with both hands and swung it up. There was only a loud noise, and the head of the Qing soldier burst open in all directions like a watermelon .

After Zhou Heizi killed the Qing soldier, he turned his head and shouted, "Old Man Zhu, pick up the Tartar's sword and kill him..."

He didn't slow down at all, I saw him striding forward, and in an instant, he ran to the wooden fence in front, and with the strength of running forward, his body vigorously slammed into the row of wooden fences.

"Crack...Crack..."

The row of wooden fences was immediately smashed by him to break two wooden posts, and Zhou Heizi rushed into the wooden fence, shouting loudly: "The officers and soldiers are stealing the camp, the Tartars are in chaos, everyone is running away!"

At this time, several Qing soldiers heard the movement here and rushed over to check. Zhou Heizi didn't have time to say too much, grabbed the big wooden stake, turned around and rushed over.

Most of the people in the wooden fence earlier rushed out after Zhou Heizi, Zhu Laowu and others.

To be honest, who would be willing to go to the bitter cold land outside the Liaodong Pass to serve as a slave to the murderous Tartars?
If there is a chance to escape, it must be a fight. What is lacking is not only the opportunity, but also a leader.

Today, the Ming army stole the camp, and it seemed that the momentum was extremely large, and those brutal and incomparable Tartar soldiers had never been so chaotic.

What's more, Zhou Heizi, who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, took the lead. Their mentality of following the crowd drove them all to rush out behind Zhu Laowu.

But people are different, some dare to run, some dare not run, most of the people in the wooden fence have run away, but there are still hundreds of people cowering in the middle, or kneeling Corner, dare not move a little.

Among them is the cowardly king's second son, who was the first to observe the movement outside the few people. The slightly thin man dragged him and said, "Second brother, let's go, you really want to leave it to the Tartars to farm the land." ?”

Wang Laoer looked at the thin man timidly, grabbed his hand, and said tremblingly: "Xiao Qi, you and the second brother stay together, you can't run away, the master of the tartar will beheaded, he will die... ..."

The man named Xiaoqi tried his best to break away from Wang Laoer, but although Wang Laoer and Wang Laoer were cowardly, their strength was not small, and he couldn't break away for a while.

Xiaoqi was so anxious that he yelled loudly: "Wang Erdan, let go, let go...I'll bite you..."

As he said that, he really plunged down, and bit hard on Wang Erdan's thick, calloused hand. Bright red blood stains flowed from the corner of Xiaoqi's mouth, along the calloused hand, and flowed to the ground.

Wang Erdan was in pain, and he let go of his hand with a loud cry. Looking at Xiao Qi's figure who had run away, he knelt on the ground, hammered the ground with both hands, and cried miserably, "Zhu Yiqi, will you Dead, come back quickly... Master Tartar has a horse... has a horse... can't escape... will die..."

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That night, Zhang Cheng led all the soldiers under his command to charge northward. He only picked out those places where there was no fire, or where the fire was not strong, and rushed from left to right, and finally rushed out of the Qing army camp.

During this night attack, Zhang Cheng led [-] elite cavalry into the battle. After a conflict, they went straight to the Qing army's Yangwu general Yue Tuo's central army. Zhang Cheng was very surprised.

After a simple count, there were 810 seven riders in the battle, and now there are 750 nine riders left, and 58 riders were killed in the battle. Even the outstanding knights, there are many wounded.

This place is too close to the Qing army camp, Zhang Cheng and others did not dare to stay for long, they made a detour and turned back to the camp, which immediately shocked everyone!

Before Zhang Cheng came back, all the generals were bragging about their prowess and achievements, all of them looked like heroes, and when they heard about Zhang Cheng's achievements, everyone was overshadowed.

Yang Guozhu's heart was agitated. Since the bloody battle with Zhang Cheng in Julu against the Qing army, the friendship between them has become deeper.

At this time, seeing Zhang Cheng make such a great achievement again, his eyes were full of expectations and praise from the elders looking at the younger generation.

He murmured in his heart: "Brother Zhang Yan, you should rest in peace, your good nephew has avenged you, and he will surely make the Zhang family great in the future."

Guo Yingxian, Yang Guozhu's relative, even rushed up, hugged Zhang Cheng, and shouted: "It's amazing, brother Cheng is so powerful, he actually killed the head of a tartar!"

Hu Dawei stood aside, full of admiration for Zhang Cheng, and he said softly to his nephew beside him, Hu Zichen, who was still President Qian: "Zicen, you should walk more with Zhang Cheng in the future, and spend more time with him. It will be good for you if the generals and officers of your subordinates move around."

Hu Zichen looked at Zhang Cheng who was surrounded by everyone, and thoughtfully agreed.

There was a corpse in the middle of the big tent, wearing gold armor, and there was a blood hole in the middle of the chest, the blood had coagulated.

Xuanda Governor Chen Xinjia was kneeling in front of the corpse. He was trembling all over, apparently extremely excited. His trembling hands were gently stroking the corpse's armor.

After a long time, Chen Xinjia asked with trembling voice: "Are you sure it's Yuetuo?"

When he got an affirmative answer, he stood up abruptly, and said in a loud voice, "Quickly, inform Governor Sun that my Xuan army will attack the slave camp at night and kill the slave chieftain Yangwu General Yue Tuo."

A personal guard received the order loudly, and then ran out of the tent, when Chen Xinjia shouted loudly again: "Come back, send him back quickly."

I saw Chen Xinjia ignoring the generals in the tent, and hurried into the inner tent by himself. After a while, he came out of the tent with two more letters in his hand.

He also called a team of personal guards and ordered: "You go to Beijing overnight, here are two letters, one for the Ministry of War, and one for you to personally deliver to the old man Yang Sichang's residence."

Watching the personal guards step out of the military tent, Chen Xinjia's demeanor returned to the original, with a complacent look, he ordered his personal soldiers to tidy up the inside and outside of the military tent, and get ready to welcome Governor Sun Chuanting and generals from Shaanxi and Guanning.

In less than half an hour, Sun Chuanting led all the general soldiers, generals, and guerrillas from Shaanxi to come. His usually stern face showed an expression of excitement, and he rode straight into the camp.

Sun Chuanting, the governor of the world's soldiers and horses, got off his horse in front of the big tent. The first thing he saw was the corpse of a Qing army in fine iron armor. His head was already dilapidated and shattered.

He took a look at the armor and the flag on his back, and guessed that the corpse of the Qing army should be Jialazhangjing with the red flag, and he couldn't help but gasped.

In normal times, beheading a member of the Qing army, Jia Lazhangjing, is already a great honor. Forget about today, the body of this Jialazhangjing decorated with red flags is so casually placed outside.

(End of this chapter)