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Chapter 102

If it was replaced by Tartars at other times, they have developed enough confidence in fighting the Ming army all the year round.

Facing the current situation with his nostrils upturned, he specified that he would act spontaneously without even thinking about it or ordering it.

Along the front of Suifeng Pier, the slope and entrance that were blasted out, rushed in like a tide.

It's different now, obviously as long as you walk along that slope, you can sprint up a few steps; but facing such a victory that seems to be within easy reach, even some of the Tartars who are closest to it dare not act, and they are very hesitant up.

Until now, Hu Biao and others have proved some things with practice.

Among them, what impressed the Tartars the most is:

The Ming army in Suifengdun will definitely not be like Nikan in other places, as long as it is officially engaged in a battle, it will be defeated soon. Instead, it will definitely persist to the last man.

More importantly, they didn't know how many deadly defensive devices Hu Biao and the others still had in their hands.

Thinking of all the lime powder, kerosene, poisonous smoke, explosions and other encounters they faced in the previous time, they unconsciously felt hairy.

God knows how many weird things these Nikans still have in their hands, but the deadly things are waiting for them.

As long as they think of such a point, that kind of respect for the army that almost comes from the soul, it makes their legs feel a little disorganized, and they dare not rush up at all.

And the subsequent changes were the last straw that overwhelmed their hearts.

Amidst the hesitation of these Tartars, a few Ming army swords and shields soon blocked the gap, followed by a few Ming soldiers standing behind them, with sharp spears erected in their hands.

All of a sudden, a flesh and blood line of defense was formed at the gap in this way.

Without exception, the bodies and shields of these people were full of sharp arrows, but the formation remained unchanged.

And that guy, who should be the leader of the defenders, holds a torch in one hand and a cloth bag that they still remember vividly in the other.

He yelled at them frantically: "Come on, come on, keep coming if you have the ability."

Among the Tartars in front of the pier, there are actually not many people who can understand Chinese.

But when it came to such a time, just looking at Hu Biao's posture, they could figure out what the roar in the other party's mouth meant.

When I saw Hu Biao holding a cloth bag in one hand and lighting it towards the torch in the other hand, it was like lighting a two-footed kick.

The huge sense of fear created by the previous explosive package finally crushed the Tartar attackers, their last line of psychological defense.

Yu Ding, the Tartar nearest to Hu Biao, shuddered all over, dropped a long knife in his hand, turned around and ran wildly.

He, who didn't want to be killed by this thing, now has a blank mind, and he doesn't care about all the consequences.

Seeing this, a low-ranking Tartar officer named Bashiku originally wanted to pull out a throwing spear carried on his back and shoot this timid guy to death, so as to prevent subsequent incidents from happening.

But it was too late, that Yu Ding's escaping action quickly aroused the fear of more people.

After that, more Tartars turned around and ran away, among them were not only Yu Ding, but also regular warriors such as Niulu Zhongbujia and even vests.

Now it is tantamount to saying that no matter what he does, it will be too late.

In great desperation, the allocated Bashiku had no choice but to retreat with the flow of people.

At the moment of retreating, he felt a huge relief in his heart; the opponent in front of him was too strong, so strong that his heart was also filled with fear.

It's just that as a well-known strong man in Niu Lu, he endured his last persistence and didn't show his cowardice.

After seeing this scene, Bai Yintu, the commander of the Tartar army, originally wanted to say something.

But when the throat became hot, a mouthful of old blood spit out immediately, and the whole person fell down with his head raised.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a series of anxiously calling 'Master, Master' from my personal guards next to his ears...

At the same time, seeing the Tartars receding like the tide, Hu Biao's vision also went dark, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.

To be honest, at this moment, he is also at the end of his battle.

In the fierce battle, the huge consumption of physical and mental strength, as well as the wounds on his body that were too late to deal with, made him quite weak now.

But he also knew that he absolutely couldn't fall down at such a time, otherwise the morale of the tartar who had just collapsed might rise again.

Once the attack is launched again, the current good situation will be ruined immediately.

So when it was dark in front of his eyes, he insisted on biting his lips with his teeth, and used the severe pain to cheer himself up.

Fortunately, Hu Biao stood up straight again in a blink of an eye, and the Tartars, who were in a panic, did not notice such a small situation that passed by.

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After an unknown amount of time, Bai Yintu, a member of the Tazi clan and the third-class viscount, finally woke up slowly.

After opening his eyes, he could see lying in a tent in front of him, surrounded by Niu Luerzhen, Pashiku, soldiers and others.

Even Fu Chaheng, who was in a coma before, woke up, and looked at him nervously like everyone else.

Remembering what happened to him before he fell into a coma, he immediately asked a question, and after opening his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that even he himself was a little surprised:
"What time is it now, and how long have I passed out?"

"Master, you haven't fainted for long. It's about three quarters in the afternoon." After hearing the words, a soldier immediately replied.

After the question and answer, everyone in the tent fell silent for a long time.

It seems that everyone doesn't know what to say for a while.

After they looked at each other in private and reached some consensus, the subordinates headed by the two surviving Niu Luerzhen suddenly fell to their knees and begged:

"Master, we can't continue the fight, otherwise our Niu Lu's warriors will be finished, what should we do in the future?"

Seeing this, Bai Yintu immediately smiled wryly.

He knew that the hearts of the warriors under him were all beaten by the Ming army in Suifengdun.

If he sent his subordinates to forcefully suppress and stop such a defeat in time before he fainted, and drove them to continue attacking.

I believe that after a few more people die, they will definitely be able to take this place.

Just after hitting it down?There are no more benefits than exhalation.

And during the period of time when I fainted, my subordinates, who clearly felt the number of casualties and saw the plight of other people, were completely unable to fight after they realized it.

I don't think it is necessary, so I will continue to die here.

Among them, such a mind is the most obvious, if Fu Chaheng is really a cow.

After repeated violent attacks to no avail, he had already lost confidence, and now he finally realized that if he really wiped out all the warriors under him here, he would be the sinner of the whole Niulu after returning.

At this moment, the shortcoming of the total population of the Tartar side is clearly displayed.

Seeing this, Bai Yintu could only accept the reality, and thought of some subsequent arrangements of the army; first of all, retreating from Suifengdun was a certain thing.

Losing this battle will definitely become a huge stain on his life.

Secondly, even if you retreat, you can't go back the same way immediately; otherwise, with the low morale of the current army, it might not be able to recover for a long time.

Some other methods must be used to restore morale.

For example, to plunder and kill, brutally slaughter a group of sheep-like Nikan people, and rob them of food, silver, women and everything.

Let the warriors under him cheer up their morale again.

After thinking of this, he began to order one by one:

"Ao Te, your Niu Lu basically has no loss, and now continue to set off along the road with a large army forward; remember for me, the strong city with defenses will be ignored, just leave a few people to watch.

As long as I find some villages with people, I will kill them, and if there are any rebels, I will kill them all.

The population, supplies, and large animals were all taken away, and finally I was given a fire to burn all those villages and forts to let them know how powerful we are.

The others followed with the corpses of the wounded and warriors. As for the corpses under the pier, let's ignore it. "

Under such an order, the eyes of the Tartars present lit up one after another, and even the expressions on their faces were full of cruelty, and their morale immediately improved a lot.

The next action finally returned to the rhythm familiar to them.

(End of this chapter)