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Chapter 34 The Lord spares his life...

Mafang Village, looks so small in the wind and snow, covered by white snowflakes all over the sky, everywhere is silver and white, with occasional bright red hidden in it, connected by pieces of bright red, it is a picture of the invaders. A beautiful scroll painted with blood.

At the west entrance of the village, groups of knights stand on horseback. The red cloaks are covered with patches of white snow, and only the bright red tassels on the helmets are exposed. The rows of bright red are particularly conspicuous in the snowstorm.

Zhang Cheng rode his horse and came to a stop at the entrance of the village. Behind him were Chen Zhong and the guard knights. They fanned out behind Zhang Cheng.

"Are there any casualties in each team?" Zhang Cheng asked in a deep voice.

Han, the official of the front-post A and C teams, Li Damu, the back-post A and B team officer, and He Kuan, the back-post A and C team's officer, immediately stepped forward, and Fang Han replied, "Mr. There were no casualties, sixteen heads of the Tartars were captured, one Tartar infantry was captured, three Ahas were wrapped, 21 horses and mules, seven war horses among them, and two wounded horses."

"Well, Fang Han, your department is alerting the entrance of the village. Li Damu goes north and He Kuan goes south. Search house by house. Don't let the people leave behind their carts, horses and mules. Gather here after the search."

"Yes, sir."

The three of them received the order loudly, turned around to greet the sergeant, and parted ways as ordered.

"Huang Daguang, how is the situation over there?" Zhang Cheng turned his head and asked.

At this time, Huang Daguang, the officer of the Left Sentinel A and B Team who was waiting nearby, trotted all the way over and reported: "Reporting to the lord, our team and C team captured eighteen Tartar heads at the stable, and they were all assistants. and coated aha."

Speaking of this, Huang Daguang licked his lips, and continued: "We also captured three auxiliary servants, nine of them were coated with Aha, and most of them were wounded; 110 and nine intact horses and mules were captured, including 21 war horses. Injured four horses and mules."

"Well, the biggest gain in this battle is the horse mule. Are there any casualties in your department?" Zhang Cheng is quite satisfied with the harvest this time.

Up to now, more than 20 heads of Tartars have been captured, and more than [-] people from the Qing army have been captured. Even if most of them are coated with Aha, they are all heads of money rat tails.

It's war time now, whoever cares whether he is a Tartar cavalry or a coat-coated Aha, as long as he has a head with a tail of money, he can be regarded as an elite Tartar cavalry.

There are already more than 70 people alive and dead, and there are still unfinished Tartars. Adding them together, isn't it a great achievement.

Although it is said that he went to the battle without authorization, he now has the first achievement of defending the capital, and it is also an unprecedented achievement.

Huang Daguang replied: "We only hurt three of them, none of them are vital, it's not a problem."

"Well, you go back, gather up the horses and mules, release all the people who were captured by the Tartars, and let them escape for their own lives." Zhang Cheng ordered.

Huang Daguang said with some embarrassment: "Master, let's just deal with this matter, it's difficult for him, those common people will not leave."

"Don't go?" Zhang Cheng pondered for a while, and then said: "You go over and tell them to stay for a while. If there are people who know each other, from the same village, let them get together."

"Take orders." Huang Daguang turned around and ran back, riding his horse to the stables.

Now in Mafang Village, there are heavy troops in both the north and the south. If the news from the sentinel is accurate, the remaining Qing army should not be too strong, just wait for the news here.

At this moment, Wu Zhizhong, the chief of the right whistle, rode his horse and led his troops towards him, shouting from afar: "Master, the north side is finished."

"Old Wu, you go north, Hu Zi and Chen Zheng are there, you need to get to know them quickly." Zhang Cheng waved his hand not to let Wu Zhizhong stay.

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In the north of Mafang Village, white snow is falling.

Zhang Guangda's left post had already arrived at the north entrance, and he didn't dare to stop, so Ce immediately shouted an order: "The two teams of the first team and the first team stay at the village entrance, and the second team dismounts. Gun bows in the back row, watch out for the tartars."

The knights of the two teams of Zong B immediately dismounted and walked into the stable under the leadership of the team officer. Before entering the village, they ran into the infantrymen of the Qing army led by Alha who had fled in a hurry.

Team B team officer He Shihui held a three-eyed blunderbuss and followed Erjia in the second row. In front of him were ten sergeants advancing with shields. He had very good ears. He first heard the neighing sound of a horse on the opposite side, and reminded him softly: "The first armor raises the shield, the second armor prepares the blunderbuss bow, there are tartars in front, and the third armor sticks its wings against the wall and circles up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he vaguely saw a figure on the opposite side in the snowstorm, and He Shihui held the three-eyed gun in front of him.

About 40 people from the Qing army came on horseback from the opposite side, and they also found He Shihui and others flustered for a while, and their voices were very noisy.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Three heavy arrows flew in between the wind and snow, two were blocked by the shields in the first row, and one shot hit the left shoulder of a sergeant in the second row. He endured the arrow wound and retreated. He Shihui A guard filled his place.

There is one person in their row, with six three-eyed guns and five bows.

"Whoo... whoosh... whoosh..."

Although the three-eyed blunderbuss was not within the shooting distance, the bow and arrow were fine. In an instant, arrows from both sides flew across, screaming again and again.

He Shihui could already clearly see the opposite Qing army rushing towards them on horseback. The three-eyed blunderbuss in his hand fired at a Qing army with a flag behind him. There were repeated explosions, and six three-eyed blunderbusses rose and fell one after another. Rising in the white snow all over the sky, drifting with the wind.

The infantrymen of the Qing army who rushed in front turned their backs on their horses, and their corpses were lying across. In an instant, six or seven Qing soldiers fell to the ground, and three of their war horses also fell to the ground, kicking and kicking wildly, neighing and wailing constantly.

Two frightened war horses rushed forward, and the three sergeants in the first class were knocked over before they could dodge, and the four soldiers in the second class were also knocked down.

The dirt street became a mess in an instant, shouting and cursing and killing together. As the casualties of Team B increased, Team C caught up in time to fill the gap, and the streets were still tightly blocked by the left whistle.

After He Shihui hit the three-eyed blunderbuss, he roared angrily, "Kill the motherfucker..."

He rushed up, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss and aimed it at the head of a Qing Army infantry, and the infantry fell to the ground, a long machete beside him swept across at him, and a big ax swung from behind him, He set up the long machete.

But was stretched out by an iron rod in front of He Shihui's chest, he couldn't help but backed up a few steps, he didn't stop until he pressed the three-eyed gun on the ground, and the corner of his mouth was bright red.

He stuck out his tongue, licked the corner of his mouth, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, raised his three-eyed gun, and rushed into the battle group howling again.

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The Qing army named Alha thought he had a plan, and used a group of women and twenty coated Ahha to block the pursuit of the Ming army, so that he could use this gap to pull the remaining infantry and auxiliary soldiers to the village. In the Beihai field, the whole team will fight again, and it may be possible to turn defeat into victory.

What surprised him was that there was also a brigade of elite Ming troops at the entrance of Beicun. Judging from this situation, he concluded that he was already surrounded, and if he could not counterattack in time, he would be in danger of being wiped out in World War I.

He rode his horse in the second row, took out his bow and arrow, and shouted loudly: "Ming Gouzi, warriors of the Qing Dynasty, shoot Ming Gouzi in front."

Alha pulled his bow fully, shot a heavy arrow, took another arrow in his hand, and shouted to a Qing army armored man next to him: "Duta, bring your people to charge up, and put Ming Gouzi Throw it back."

Suddenly, there was a burst of explosions, bullets and arrows flew all over the sky, and the four Qing infantrymen who rushed in front all fell down.

A bullet flew past Duta's right cheek, knocking off half of his ear, leaving only a little piece of skin and flesh hanging there that kept swinging back and forth.

Instead, he aroused his ferocity and shouted: "Warriors of the Qing Dynasty, kill Ming Gouzi..."

Pushing the horse vigorously on his feet, he galloped forward. Immediately, seven or eight Qing army infantry followed him, roaring and galloping on the horse.

Seeing that he was about to rush to the front of the Ming army, Duta yelled: "Kill the Ming dog..."

He flew up the iron bones in his hand against the wind, and threw them vigorously at the Ming army in front. At once, four or five armored flying axes and spears flew up one after another.

"Bang... bang bang..."

There was another burst of explosions, Duta's body left the horse, and was shot into the air by the bullets, and fell heavily on the dirt street without making a sound.

Alha was just about to ride his horse to charge, when he heard some confusion behind him, and when he looked back, it was Dashan who had run back with five auxiliary soldiers.

Dashan walked quickly to Alha, and said in a low voice: "Master Alha, there are so many Ming Gouzi, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it, I will protect you and kill you."

Alha knew that the Ming army at the west entrance was about to come, and he could only be surrounded by the Ming army if he stayed here, and the only way to go now was to fight to the death.

He put the bow back into the bow bag, held the ax in his left hand, and took out a throwing spear from his backpack in his right hand, his eyes were wide open, red as red.He roared angrily: "Go out, Bai Liba, Dashan, whether you survive or not depends on this battle."

The remaining ten or so infantry auxiliary soldiers of the Qing army, like Alha and others, rushed forward with long and short weapons in their hands, roaring.

Alha rode his horse over the corpses of the Qing army on the ground. During the vertical leap, he twisted his waist and used his horsepower to throw the spear vigorously, and then drew another shot back.

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Just as Alha launched the final charge, the wrapped Ahha behind him became confused.

"Murder, run away..."

There were five coated Ahas who had been used as cannon fodder, running all the way empty-handed, leaving Chen Zheng and the others behind, screaming and rushing into the team of coated Ahas behind Alha, causing bursts of screams.

After all, Chen Zheng and the others were wearing armor, unlike them who were light without armor and could run fast.

Their arrival disrupted the formation of the coated Ahhas. They were all mules and horses, and they had not gone through any battle formations, so they were not easy to control. At this time, they were even more crowded together, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Even a few mules and horses kicked hard, and several coated Ahas were overturned on the ground. Suddenly they heard a strong and rapid sound of horseshoes.

Wu Zhizhong's right sentry galloped across the front sentry, and chased after him first, swiping the long machete in the air, rolled up pieces of silver and white snowflakes, across the neck of a wrapped Ahha, bringing up a rain of blood.

"Plop" and fell off the horse.

These coated ahas were originally ordinary peasants who were captured by the Qing army and became slaves. They followed their masters into the capital of Daming, and they were mostly foxes pretending to be tigers and acting as minions for tigers.

Today, I was frightened for half a day, and my heart was broken. Seeing this scene again, several people fell off their horses, or knelt down, or prostrated themselves, screaming: "Master, please forgive me..."

　Thanks to Papa Xiong and Bao Xiong, the innocent, cute and invincible me, Qingyun Wuyan's father, Lonely Star, Xue Shao, lb123, Gentlemener, Duzui Qingsi, Boss Deng and other book friends for their recommendation votes and support.

　　


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