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Chapter 22 The official road first defeats the captive horse

Suddenly, the Qing Army Zhuang Da's body tilted, and he fell from his horse to the left. The horse was already running to the right, but because the Qing Army Zhuang Da's left hand was still holding on to the horse's rein, the horse was also caught by the body of this Zhuang Da at this moment. With Yu Li, he suddenly turned to the left direction, and after swaying back and forth like this, the Zhuangda corpse could no longer sit firmly on the saddle.

With a sound of "Boom...", he immediately fell off the horse.

At the same time, the Qing army vest that Zhang Cheng pierced through the mouth from the mouth to the back of the head also fell off the horse at this time, his body leaned to the right, and suddenly hit a big willow tree beside the official road, " With a bang, the head of the Qing army vest was smashed to pieces, but the body was dragged on the ground by the horse because one foot was still hanging on the stirrup.

The remaining three Qing army vests didn't know until this moment that the leader Zhuang Da had died. Opposite them were more than two hundred Ming army cavalry who were not afraid of death, and the two wings were surrounded by Ming army fine cavalry.

Not only were they at a disadvantage in numbers, but they were also surrounded. Although they were the experienced Tartar sentry cavalry, they were helpless at this time, but they were vicious and would not be caught without a fight.

The Qing army vest on the right immediately turned its horse's head around, intending to pass through the gap between Zhang Cheng and the Ming army cavalry intercepted in the north. At the same time, the two Qing army vests on the left were also unwilling to fight. With the same thought in mind, he also turned his horse's head and ran southward.

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Zhang Cheng saw that the remaining three Qing army vest riders had the intention of fleeing, so he ran towards the two Qing army vests in the south from the beginning, and Chen Zhong followed Zhang Cheng closely. The meritorious deeds of slaves are second to none, and protecting Zhang Cheng's safety is his top priority.

After all, the vest guards of the Qing army were not prepared in advance. They were turning temporarily. The horse under the crotch slowed down a little before it could turn around and was about to rush out of the official road slanting towards the southwest.

Zhang Cheng had already chased after their horses, one of the captives raised the throwing ax in his hand, and threw it at Zhang Cheng in return.

Zhang Cheng watched the flying ax come spinning, and instantly lowered his body, sticking tightly to the horse's back. Beside him, Chen Zhong also dodged to the right, just dodging the flying axe.

There was a miserable howl behind him, and a sentinel cavalry who had just rushed up was cut on the neck by the throwing axe.

There was a rope wrapped around the flying axe. It seemed that the rope was pulled at the moment of projection, and the flying ax spun further. When it cut on the cavalryman's neck, it caused a huge wound. After the side rope was stressed, he pulled again inertially, and the throwing ax left him, and a stream of blood spurted out from the cavalryman's neck.

"Wow..." Zhang Cheng suddenly yelled again, and split another iron bone in the Qing army vest flying towards his door, and his legs vigorously urged the horse to chase forward.

Although the flying ax and Tie Guduo slowed down Zhang Cheng's speed, Chen Zhong had already caught up with the two Qing army vests at this time, and he swung the mace in his hand and threw it at the captive rider on the left.

With a sound of "bang", the machete in the captive rider's hand turned sideways to block back, and took advantage of the momentum to cut across Chen Zhong's head from the front. This knife.

Zhang Cheng just caught up with him at this moment, stabbing towards the front right with the knife and stick. With the handle of the knife, the right hand pulled back forcefully, and the tip of the knife violently lifted upwards.

At this moment, the captive cavalry missed Chen Zhong in one blow, and just as he retracted the machete in his hand, he turned around and chopped the machete horizontally towards Zhang Cheng's neck, but unexpectedly Zhang Cheng picked up the machete with his stick and went straight to the place. The captive rider's throat was blocked by the one-piece neck on the captive rider's pocket.

Even so, this saber also suffocated the breath of the captive cavalry, and he couldn't help leaning back, and Zhang Cheng dodged the saber that was slashing towards Zhang Cheng.

"Puff..." A bloody arrow shot Zhang Cheng's face.

Although the captive cavalry was protected by a nape around his neck, which blocked Zhang Cheng's knife-clamping stick, he was hit hard on the back by Chen Zhong's wolf-toothed stick, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Fall down.

Although this captive cavalry is wearing two layers of armor, which is to prevent long-range shooting from bows and crossbows or slashing and stabbing with knives, if he is hit hard by this mace, he will lose half of his life if he does not die. If the saber and stick were to slash him vigorously at close range, it would kill him half as well.

With a sound of "boom", the captive rider on the left front had already escaped and ran for more than 30 steps. At this time, in order to save his companion who was pinched by Zhang Cheng and Chen Zhong, he turned around and shot an arrow, which hit Zhang Cheng's chest guard. mind mirror.

It just so happened that Zhang Cheng happened to be sideways at this time, and the arrow didn't hit directly from the front, otherwise even if he was protected by a heart guard, he would be pierced by the armor-piercing arrow.

At this moment, the arrow just hit the breastplate obliquely, so it didn't enter the body, but drew a deep arrow mark on the breastplate.

Even so, Zhang Cheng's chest was filled with qi and blood, and he almost vomited blood and passed out. This is also thanks to the cavalry who didn't use all his strength to shoot the arrow in a panic.

"Whoosh..." But Chen Zheng, the outpost chief who caught up behind him, took advantage of the gap between the captive's turn and shot Zhang Cheng's arrow, and shot an arrow across Zhang Cheng's body, hitting the captive's right cheek on the face. With a scream, he fell off the horse.

At this time, Chen Zhong drove his horse to Zhang Cheng's side, stretched out his hand to support Zhang Cheng, saw that his face was donating blood, even his chest was bright red, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, but he didn't pant or shout.

Chen Zhong was startled, very nervous, and hurriedly asked: "Master, where is the injury? Master..."

Zhang Cheng still opened his mouth wide, with his left hand tightly grasping the horse's reins, and his right hand holding the handle of the saber stick, with the tip of the saber thrusting downwards into the ground, trying to keep his body from falling off the horse, but he still couldn't speak for a while. In other words, the body is also a little stiff.

This is Chen Zheng who has also caught up to him. Seeing Zhang Cheng's behavior, he hurriedly drove his horse to join Zhang Cheng, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Cheng's left hand holding the horse's rein, and hurriedly called: "Master, Mr. Grandpa can't die..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Although I still felt the qi and blood in my chest was churning, it was much better than before, and I couldn't help but secretly startled, "Ge Laozi, I almost died before I got out of my teacher!"

He took a few more breaths, regained his breath a little, and glared at Chen Zheng first, cursing, "Your old man, are you so looking forward to your death?"

Seeing that Zhang Cheng was fine, Chen Zheng felt relieved, and said with a smile: "I don't expect the master to die, I'm afraid the master will not take me with me!"

Zhang Cheng ignored him, and said to Chen Zhong: "I'm fine, there is another Tartar soldier?"

When Chen Zhong saw that Zhang Cheng's speech had returned to normal and his complexion had recovered a little, he felt relieved. Hearing Zhang Cheng's question, he hurriedly looked to the northeast.

I saw hundreds of fine horses galloping, and from a distance, billowing smoke and dust, a cloud of red.

At this time, Chen Zheng replied for Chen Zhong: "Don't worry, sir, Hu Dake killed the tartar with the rear sentry, and will bring the thief's brains to the master in a while. Hehe..."

After finishing speaking, he got off the horse with Chen Zhong, helped Zhang Cheng to get off the horse together, and Chen Zhong quickly untied his own saddle, laid it on the ground, and helped Zhang Cheng sit down together with Chen Zheng.

The other guards also gathered around and rode their horses to guard the surroundings, leaving an open space of ten paces in the middle for Zhang Cheng to rest.

　Zhang Cheng's official path ended with a battle of bullying the few, followed by an even more tragic ambush in the willow forest in the northern suburbs of Mafang.

　　Thanks to Lanhuo, tccl, Beibei, Suifeng Niulang, Shuyan, Ji GAY, Xueshaxin, Fengguo Nanchuan, Lone Star, Xue Shao, Gentlemener, me:), Sanchi, life is like coffee, etc. Supported by recommendation tickets from book friends.

　　Thanks to Suidehou and Kneeling for their support
　　
　
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