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Chapter 670 Fight hard, kill two and earn one!
Su Shigao had just knocked down a Tartar, and before he had time to ignite the matchlock of the last blunderbuss, he heard a gust of wind, but it was the Tartar with the tiger gun chasing him.

He stabbed heavily with the tiger spear in his hand. The blade of this tiger spear is gui-shaped, nine inches long, with ridges on the top, and there are several grooves of blood. blood.

Hearing the sound of "嗤", the sound of the body armor being broken, the tiger gun was completely gone, and the sharp point of the gun pierced deeply into Su Shigao's body, not reaching the antlers on the holster.

"boom!"

The three-eyed blunderbuss in Su Shigao's hand also exploded and roared at the same time, the tartar was already close in front of him, he was hit by this bludgeon and flew upside down a few steps, fell to the ground with a bang, unable to get up again.

As the smoke rose, a large stream of blood spewed out of Su Shigao's mouth. At the same time, he let out a stern howl. He was in pain, but he was pinned firmly on the tree trunk by the Tartar's tiger gun, and he was also generally unable to move.

"Master Su."

Sun Dongri yelled loudly, he was also facing several Tatar soldiers chasing him, and he was injured even more, his left arm was hit by the iron bone of the Tartars, and he fell limply.

Seeing another tartar chasing him, he gritted his teeth. It was inconvenient to release the three-eyed gun in his hand. He grasped the handle of the gun with his right hand and used it as a hammer.

The tartar lowered his head and easily dodged. He held up the shield in his left hand to block the three-eyed blunderbuss, while the iron whip in his right hand rushed towards Sun Dongri's waist and swept across.

Seeing that it was inevitable for Sun Dongri to avoid it, there was another "boom" sound, and the tartar stopped for a moment, followed by a howl like a wild beast.

The knee of his left leg was broken by the blunderbuss, and his flesh and bones burst open. He wailed and fell to the ground, and the iron whip in his hand fell off.

It turned out that it was Qian Yusheng who picked up the three-eyed blunderbuss at some point in his hand. It happened that he had time to spare and fired a blunderbuss, which saved Sun Dongri.

"Go away!"

Sun Dong-il cursed angrily while crying.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

He rushed up suddenly, swung the three-eyed blunderbuss and smashed it hard on the Tartar's head, the helmet was blown away a long way, and the Tartar soldier stopped crying, half of his head was smashed shape.

"Damn Tartar, die!"

Sun Dongri yelled and was about to raise the three-eyed blunderbuss and smash it again, but just as he raised the three-eyed blunderbuss, there was a sound of "huhu", and a throwing ax was thrown from the hand of an approaching tartar behind him. , spinning rapidly, right on Sun Dongil's right shoulder.

The blood sprayed out at once, Sun Dongri stared wide-eyed, a trace of blood froth gushed out of his mouth, the three-eyed gun fell off the ground from his right hand, he couldn't help screaming in pain, and fell under the nearby tree.

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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 panted heavily and continued to Zheng Zhitai and Qian Yusheng who were beside him: "We sent out eighteen brothers, and now there are only three of us waiting. , Ma is ashamed!"

At this time, they were fighting and retreating, and they were about to reach the foot of the mountain, but they had just heard the screams and the deep neighing of the horses, and they judged that the three servants who stayed in the woods at the foot of the mountain had also been attacked and killed .

Seeing that they were in danger of being surrounded by the upper and lower roads of the Tartars, they dared not go down the mountain by the same road, but leaned towards the steep west side of the mountain.

In the pursuit and fight that started after being ambushed, 15 sentry cavalry Ding under Wu Sangui of the Ming army were injured or killed, lost their combat effectiveness, and almost wiped out the entire army.

However, the Tartars only suffered six casualties, and the remaining eight people, although there were many arrows stuck in their armor, did not cause much damage to them, and still retained their strong fighting power.

At the same time, there should be three or five Tartars at the foot of the mountain who outflanked and attacked the three servants who stayed behind, and they are also outflanking at this moment.

Although Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai had battled for a long time, they were inevitably injured. Ma Zhenyuan was better, most of them were scratched by arrows from the Tartars, but Zheng Zhitai was not good.

He was shot in the left thigh by an arrow. Although the arrow didn't go through, it still pierced through the armor and went straight into the flesh. A bright red oozed from the wound. It was obvious that his movement was restricted, and he couldn't escape anyway. Take it off.

Just now, the fight was too fierce and thrilling, but they didn't feel it. Now they took a breath, and the two of them suddenly felt a burning pain in the wound, as if burned by flames. While their physical strength was rapidly declining, their movements also began to become sluggish.

They have now moved to the northwest and retreated hundreds of steps. Not only is the mountain getting steeper, but it may be because there are few people on weekdays. The forests here are dense, weeds and dead branches are everywhere, and walking is becoming more difficult. difficult.

The three of them hid themselves behind a large rock and took advantage of the dense surrounding trees to rest temporarily. At this time, Zheng Zhitai also made a mark on the arrow shaft inserted in his thigh with a knife, and then broke the arrow shaft with pain.

Qian Yusheng seemed to be the luckiest one among them. He only had his left arm cut by a Tartar crescent arrow, and there were no other major wounds.

Zheng Zhitai's expression was still calm, he said: "It's no wonder Ma Ye, I thought that before I went up the mountain, I was discovered by the thieves and tartars, so I set up an ambush."

Qian Yusheng also said with tears in his eyes, "I don't blame Master Ma, it's because the Tartars are too treacherous."

Ma Zhenyuan was silent. He nodded, shook his head again, and then poked his head out to glance in the southeast direction, where the figure of the red armor of the Tartars faintly appeared again.

He murmured: "If you can't escape, don't run away. Even if I die, I have to bring a few Tartars to support us."

Zheng Zhitai also chuckled, and said: "My brother, you will live and die with the Tartars!"

The two looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing. They had been fighting together for more than ten years, and they had already connected with each other.

Ma Zhenyuan turned his head to look at Qian Yusheng, and said to him, "Brother Qian, you fled to the northwest from now on. There are dangerous mountains and dense forests there, so you may not have a way out."

Qian Yusheng seemed to be still hesitating, but Ma Zhenyuan shouted loudly: "Go! If you can escape, remember to tell the general that Ma Zhenyuan can no longer follow the slaves."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of white cloth with black marks all over it, handed it to Qian Yusheng in a mess, and said: "If you can get away by chance, you must present this picture to the general." , remember to remember!"

He then said with a wry smile: "Yusheng, Yusheng. It depends on your fate, whether you are worthy of your name."

Qian Yusheng had no choice but to bid farewell to the two of them with tears in his eyes. Looking at his leaving figure, Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai leaned side by side on the big rock, and their expressions were calm.

The two have been fighting in the army for more than ten years, and the matter of life and death has long been taken lightly, but it is just a death. They crawled out of the dead, and lived and died several times, and it doesn't matter anymore.

It's just that this time I really don't want to be reconciled, I just feel so fucking useless, I wanted to outflank the Tartars, but I never thought that the Tartars would back-outflank me, I have been secretly hating this in my heart.

There was a movement, and several figures in vests embroidered with red flags loomed, much closer than before. The two looked at each other, and Ma Zhenyuan laughed wildly: "Haha...Master Zheng, kill the Tartars. Killing one is enough." Ben, kill two and earn one!"

Zheng Zhitai also laughed and said, "Okay. Lord Ma, kill the Tartars!"

The two shouted in unison: "Kill the Tartars..."

(End of this chapter)