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Chapter 35 Follow me, give me your life!

Team B team officer He Shihui spat out blood and rushed forward again.

It happened that Alha from the opposite side flew towards him with a spear, and the shield of a sergeant in front of him was pierced, and the tip of the spear penetrated into his left shoulder. Affected by the inertia of the spear, the sergeant retreated sharply, knocking over a soldier. After the sergeant, he still didn't stop.

He Shihui hurriedly stretched out his left hand to support him, and sent him to the side, and the sergeant slid sideways to the side of the street. When He Shihui raised his head again, it was completely dark in front of him, and then there was a "bang".

It turned out that the officer of Team C rushed towards Jin Bao with big strides, and saw an iron bone throwing towards He Shihui, his left hand stretched out his thick long arm, and put his shield across in front of him, blocking the iron bone.

Then he took two big strides, rushed forward, swung the chain hammer in his right hand and smashed it on the left front leg of a war horse, the horse's leg broke immediately due to the force, and fell to the ground with a whine.

Immediately, the Qing soldier was assigned Shiku'erha. At the moment when the horse's leg broke, he took advantage of the forward leaning of the horse and rolled forward. .

He held the throwing spear in his right hand, but he didn't throw it, but used it as a short weapon, stabbing at the team officer Xiang Jinbao.

The Ming army originally held the three-eyed blunderbuss, the moment he was hit by the short axe, he dropped the three-eyed blunderbuss, instinctively hugged the axe tightly with both hands, and Alha couldn't pull it back for a moment.

Here, Xiang Jinbao's shield blocked the thrown spear, and the chain hammer smashed towards Alha. Next to him, He Shihui jumped up behind Jinbao, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss to block a hacked hatchet, and saved Xiang Jinbao.

Zhuang Dada of the Qing Army missed a single blow with his short axe, screamed ferociously, and Tie Guduo hit him again with his left hand. He Shihui didn't react quickly, and rolled backwards to avoid Tie Guduo.

"Boom..."

A javelin was shot, and it was nailed to the dirt street next to He Shihui's ear. He quickly got up, threw the three-eyed blunderbuss vigorously at Dashan's face, turned around and grasped the javelin nailed to the ground with one hand, and pulled it up forcefully.

Another Zhuangda Bai Liba stabbed with a long knife, blocked Xiang Jinbao's chain hammer, and rescued Alha, but the chain hammer wrapped around the long knife, Xiang Jinbao couldn't pull back for a while, and he couldn't take back the long knife .

Here Alha had let go of the short ax that had been cut on the shoulder of the Ming army sergeant, put his left hand on the ground, supported his body steadily, threw the spear with his right hand and rushed towards Jinbao again.

Xiang Jinbao had no choice but to let go of the chain hammer, shield sideways, swung away Alha's throwing spear, and took out a short knife with his right hand, stabbing the waist of a Qing army auxiliary soldier who had just rushed up.

A sergeant of the Ming army rushed over, ran towards Alha's head with a waist knife in his hand, and chopped it off. Alha turned over, blocked the waist knife with his back, and cut it on his back flag. Although he almost lost his breath, he did not It didn't hurt him.

Alha suddenly raised his head, and the spear with his right hand pierced into the Ming army's chest, the point of the spear protruding from his back, and the sergeant died immediately, leaning on the spear like that, standing obliquely on the street.

Over there, Bai Liba's long saber slashed again, he raised it towards Jin Bao's left shield, held the long saber, and jumped forward, the short saber in his right hand stuck out from under the shield, stabbing Bai Liba's chest.

But this Bai Liba was not only physically strong, but also wearing two layers of armor, so the short knife couldn't pierce it. He retracted the long knife, held both ends with both hands, and slammed back hard, the handle of the knife hit Jin Bao's back vigorously.

Over there Dashan threw the Iron Guduo, and he saw the black three-eyed blunderbuss flying towards him. He took a step forward, swung the hatchet, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss away, and with a roar, the Iron Guduo with his left hand ran towards He Shihui and threw it out.

He Shihui didn't dodge or dodge, leaned back slightly, thrust his whole body into his right arm, and threw the spear he had just pulled out at Dashan.

Tieguduo flew over and hit his left chest with a "click" sound, thinking that the ribs might be broken, but his life must be safe.

Dashan on the opposite side was not so lucky. He Shihui's throwing spear flew towards him, piercing his throat and exiting from the back of his neck. Standing there, silently, blood seeped slowly from his neck around the barrel of the gun.

Nafen Shikualha threw his spear into the body of a sergeant and couldn't pull it out for a moment. He held the spear in his backhand and slammed into the sergeant's corpse with his back. At the same time, he grabbed the waist knife that the sergeant had dropped with his right hand.

After the sergeant's body was knocked away by him vigorously, he turned around abruptly and swiped the waist knife with his right hand. Two sergeants were swept by him. Fortunately, they were protected by armor and did not suffer much damage.

Alha turned around, raised the spear with his left hand, and was about to throw it at He Shihui.

"Bang... bang... bang..."

The three sergeants aimed their guns at Alha and opened fire. The powerful impact sent him flying straight to the side of the courtyard wall, and he fell down, sitting on the ground with his buttocks on the ground. On the remaining half, there are two blood holes on the chest.

The officer of Team C, Xiang Jinbao, had dropped his shield. The short knife he held tightly in both hands was still on the chest of the Qing soldier Zhuang Da Bai Liba, and the handle of the long knife hit him hard on the back for the third time. , Spitting out two mouthfuls of blood in a row, Xiang Jinbao finally pierced the outer armor with the force of the knife handle.

Bai Liba held both ends of the long knife tightly with both hands again, and pulled back forcefully. The handle of the knife was hit hard, and Xiang Jinbao's chest was pressed against the back end of the handle. Both hands were still holding the handle tightly. Hit, use all your strength on the dagger.

"puff"

The dagger finally broke through the inner armor, pierced the demon's flesh, and pierced Aliba's heart.

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About a hundred meters to the southwest of Mafang Village, there is a simple stable surrounded by a wooden fence. There is a small square outside the stable.

Nearly a thousand captives were divided into three groups and stood in the wind and snow. Some of them were from the same village as security for each other, and those who had family members identified each other as one group. gang.

Their meaning was very clear, they wanted to follow Zhang Cheng and his group of Ming troops, and they believed that this group of Ming troops could protect them.

A few of them were kneeling in the ice and snow just now, crying and begging Zhang Cheng to give them a way to survive, and those who took the lead in proofing must be followers like clouds, and all of them knelt down in a moment, all crying and begging .

It was not until Zhang Cheng ordered Huang Daguang and others to classify and screen them that they stopped begging.

Zhang Cheng stood there like stars holding the moon, with Chen Zhong and a group of guards behind him.

He can fully understand their thoughts.

Now in this land of Gyeonggi, the Tartars are raging, even if they are given a certain amount of money, food and rice today, how long can they survive?

Maybe they were kidnapped by the Tartars that day. It would be better if everyone gathered together. There are more people and more strength. Even if you die, it is better than dying alone. At least someone will accompany you to share the fear before death.

Zhang Cheng welcomes these people very much. These are honest and responsible poor people. Their ability to work and produce may not be very strong, but it must not be too bad, otherwise it would be difficult to survive until now.

It's just that they came too early. Zhang Cheng has no territory of his own now, and he only has some influence in Xuanfu Town. In this important place in the capital, he is also blind and unaccompanied.

"I will follow you to kill the Tartars."

A deep, muffled voice came, not loud, but extremely penetrating.

His surroundings fell silent for an instant, and then everyone fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. A thick man with a big arm and a round waist, his dark face was stained with patches of dark red, which made him look even rougher, and his arms were striped. The veins are exposed.

"I will follow you to kill the Tartars."

He said it again in that muffled voice, staring at Zhang Cheng with staring eyes, and walked towards where he was.

Chen Zhong stepped forward to stop him, but Zhang Cheng waved his hand to stop him, and only looked at the man with his eyes.

The man walked step by step, but he didn't dare to look directly at Zhang Cheng anymore, but gradually looked at Zhang Cheng's feet, not daring to lift up, and when he walked two steps away from Zhang Cheng, suddenly there was a "plop", Kneel there.

"Please, General, please accept me, I want to kill the Tartars." The urn's voice was crying, begging.

Zhang Cheng was expressionless, staring at him like a torch, but said nothing. An invisible pressure made the man's sturdy body tremble.

Huang Daguang, the officer of the left sentry team A and B, trotted over quickly, and said to Zhang Cheng in a low voice: "My lord, this guy is not bad, he also killed a tartar."

Zhang Cheng still said "Oh" expressionlessly, his gaze was still fixed on the man in front of him for a long time...

"You really want to follow me to kill Tartars?" Zhang Cheng asked the man in a majestic voice.

The man suddenly raised his head, stared at Zhang Cheng with teary eyes, looked up at Zhang Cheng, and said with a sob: "I think, take me with you."

"Follow me, you have to listen to me!"

"I listen, I listen to the general."

"What if I want your life?"

Zhang Cheng asked in a deep voice, still staring at him with a very dignified gaze.

The man was taken aback, stood up, and looked at Zhang Cheng stupidly. He didn't want to understand, he just wanted to kill the Tartars, why did this general want his own life?

Zhang Cheng ignored him, turned his eyes away from him, and slowly scanned everyone present with great majesty, like a murderous weapon. Wherever he looked, people there would bow their heads, and no one dared to fight with him. He looked at each other.

"Follow me, give me your life!" Zhang Cheng shouted loudly.

The man's body trembled, as if he understood something.

Zhang Cheng continued to say loudly and dignifiedly: "If you want to follow me, you have to listen to me and give me your life. You can't look forward and backward, and you can't betray me."

This time the man understood, he knelt down with a "plop", kowtowed his head and shouted loudly: "I want to follow the general, my life belongs to the general, I obey the general, and I will never betray the general. "

Zhang Cheng ignored him, and with his hands behind his back, he glanced at the three groups of captives.

The old man who killed the Tartar with this man earlier knelt down and shouted: "I entrust my life to the general, and let the general handle it."

The sound of "Putong...Putong..." sounded together, and more than 870 people who were captured by the Qing army knelt down one after another, shouting in their mouths:

"...listen to the general...the order is the general's...to be dealt with by the general..."

Zhang Cheng was still standing there without expression or speaking. He raised his head slightly, looking up at the flakes of white snow falling from the sky.

"puff"

Chen Zhong, who was behind Zhang Cheng, knelt down abruptly, and shouted loudly: "I swear to follow the master to the death, and I am willing to be sent by the master."

With a swipe, first the guards behind him, then Chen Zheng, Hu Dake and others, from the stable to the entrance of the west village of the Mafang, knelt down in a dense mass.

"...follow the master...follow the master's order..." The voice resounded through the sky.

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