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Chapter 674

The night wind is blowing, the frogs are constantly singing, and the singing of birds is heard from time to time in the trees.

In the mountains to the west of Xingshan Fort, where the Xuanbei Army hides, there are towering trees all around, a ruined temple that has been abandoned for a long time, it can shelter from the wind and rain, and the surrounding trees are flourishing, it is really an excellent hiding place .

When Chang Zhengbiao and the others discovered that two Tartar soldiers had escaped, it was nearly dusk, and Ma Zhenyuan, Zheng Zhitai, and Sun Dongri were seriously injured, so it was difficult for them to travel in a hurry.

Chang Zhengbiao improvised some brackets, carried one man on two horses, and hurriedly buried the bodies of the dead soldiers. He took the severed heads of the Tartars and the captured Tartars Pashiku, and went forward. Go to the secret camp.

It is less than five miles away from Daxing Fort, less than fifteen miles away from Xingshan Fort, and about ten miles away from where Shicai fought.

Chang Zhengcheng led Er Shi's knights to rush back first. They built several fire pits on the main hall, with charcoal fires burning inside, and several iron pots and kettles were set up on the fire pits.

When Chang Zhengbiao waited to protect Ma Zhenyuan and the others to rush back, the soup in the pot was simmering, broth and rice, and strong wine was boiling in the iron pot, and the warmth and strong fragrance lingered Everyone around.

Chang Zhengbiao arranged for Sanshi's knights to stand guard outside the ruined temple. Eleven of them set up secret guards on high places and trees two miles away. There were also clear guards around the ruined temple, and two mobile guards.

And everyone in the ruined temple attached great importance to these rescued Ming army sentries, and it wasn't until this time that they had time to inquire about the details of their attack.

Qian Yusheng was the least injured, and he was a participant from the beginning to the end, so he was the one to tell everyone how he was ambushed in detail.

Starting from the discovery of the Tartar sentry, he focused on the process of fighting in the middle ambush, and Ma Zhenyuan, who was lying on the side, also made up for the deficiencies in the middle.

The Tartars were indeed brave, with strong fighting skills, thick armor, and sharp bows and arrows. Ma Zhenyuan and the others suddenly approached the enemy, and it was really rare to be able to fight the same number of Tartar Sentinels to such an extent.

It was also their fate, and they happened to meet Chang Zhengbiao leading a team in ambush near here. Otherwise, the whole army would be wiped out, and even one of them would not survive.

Chang Zhengbiao sighed and said: "Master Ma and Master Zheng are both good men, their troops are already smaller than the Tartars, it's really not easy to kill nine of the Tartars' horse-coated sentry cavalry when they suddenly meet the enemy!"

Ma Zhenyuan propped himself up and sat up. He leaned against the broken wall, clasped his fists with difficulty and said, "Thank you warriors for saving me, otherwise I would never have survived."

"Cough...ah...cough...cough..."

Zheng Zhitai also wanted to say something, but there was a deep blood mark on his neck, and he was really speechless, lying on the ground and reluctantly clasped his fists to signal.

Chang Zhengbiao hurriedly waved his hands to signal him not to move, and said: "My general master and Marshal Wu are too late to meet each other, we are like a family, why bother to be polite, it's because we have seen each other!"

Qian Yusheng had just put down a bowl of broth he was drinking and was about to salute, but after hearing what he said, he froze in place, not knowing what to do.

Chang Zhengfei came over and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, drink the broth well and get healthy, then let's kill the Tartars."

"Kill the Tartars, and kill the Tartars!"

With tears in his eyes, Qian Yusheng picked up the bowl of broth and drank it vigorously.

Chang Zhengfei came to Sun Dongri again and began to feed him. Both Sun Dongri's arms were injured by arrows and axes, and the injuries were not clear. He couldn't eat by himself at this moment.

On the other side, Ershi Chang Zhengcheng was very interested in the head of the Tartar. He held a braided human head in one hand and was watching carefully.

Chang Zhengbiao turned his head and saw it. When he was flustered just now, he didn't think much of it, but now he just glanced at it and became interested. He smiled and said, "Let us have a look at that tartar's head too."

Chang Zhengcheng smiled and said, "Third brother, let's go!"

As he spoke, he threw a Tartar head over. Chang Zhengbiao raised his hand to copy it, but instead of taking the Tartar head in his hand, he grabbed the braid with his backhand.

The blood had solidified, and the head looked a little shriveled, not as bright as it was when it was first cut off. He turned it over and over in his hand to look at it carefully.

Then he opened his mouth and said: "Tarzi's head is like this, and there is nothing unusually bubbling. How can we be so aggressive about our Daming?"

He handed the head of the tartar to the brothers in the team next to him, and everyone passed on the look, all of them were amazed, and they all said: "It turns out that the tartar looks like this."

They learned about the appearance, characteristics and fighting methods of the Tartars from the mouths of the veterans who participated in the Battle of King Qin. It was not until Yu Province came back from the rescue of the intruders and Zhang Cheng established the Military Hall that they learned about the Tartars. Systematic explanation.

But it was not as intuitive as today, maybe this time the battle was too smooth, they Xuanbei outposts felt that the Tartars were nothing more than that, and they didn't take them seriously at all.

Chang Zhengcheng even lifted the money mouse tail, shook the head constantly, and said, "Look at this pig tail, it's really interesting!"

At this moment, Ma Zhenyuan drank some broth and ate some rice, and his physical strength and spirit recovered a little. He leaned on the remnant wall, looking at the group of young soldiers from Xuanbei in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart!

They are so young, playing with the heads of the Tartars casually, talking and laughing happily is so fascinating.

On the other hand, looking at the soldiers in the towns of Liaodong, all of them changed their faces, and their fear of the Tartars had already been deeply rooted in their bones. It seemed that this was the first time I had seen the demeanor and morale of the soldiers in front of them.

Panting heavily, he explained to everyone: "The Tatars are indeed different from us Han people. Their eyes are small and long, with slanted eye tails, and their upper and lower lips are thick.

Slaves are even more uneducated, and are used to shaving and braiding their hair. There are also differences in the thickness of the hair pores and the color of the scalp. Moreover, the food eaten by the slaves is also different from that of us Han people, and the wear of their teeth is quite different. "

He paused to catch his breath, and then continued: "In the past, when the head of a Tartar was captured, the Shangguan would distinguish between a real Tartar and a fake one. In addition to checking the appearance, he would also throw it into the water to identify it, with his face facing upwards. is the man.

These are all to prevent us from killing good men and pretending to be meritorious, or someone using a woman's head to pretend to be a man. "

Although Chang Zhengbiao and others were outstanding in skill, bold and careful, they were indeed qualified sergeants, but what Ma Zhenyuan said really opened everyone's eyes.

It turns out that there is so much knowledge in killing a Tartar and beheading a level!
Seeing that they all liked to hear these old news, Ma Zhenyuan was in a good mood, and told everyone about it, many of which were his experiences when he was in the army at the beginning of the year.

Zheng Zhitai also regained some energy, and the blood on his neck was also covered with ointment and bandaged to make it less seeping.

He was sitting beside Qian Yusheng, but his eyes were fixed on the short pistols stuck in the holsters around Chang Zhengbiao and others' waists.

He interrupted a little timidly and asked: "Dare to ask Changtou, can you lend us a look at the sharp weapon in your waist?"

Chang Zhengbiao slapped his waist with a big hand, and asked in a deep voice, "You want to see this?"

(End of this chapter)