Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 37: Life and death 1 line
"Woo~~!", the bowstring was noisy, and the sharp arrow left the string with a numb groan, and more than a hundred cold stars shot straight ahead. At this time, it was not clear which soldier's performance was, only the same decision. The flood-like Ming army on the embankment stopped for a while, and a piece of it fell in front of it, but this was the last arrow that Danzi could shoot.
The Ming Army was propelled by a great force to survive. No one beat the drums, and no one issued an order to charge, so the people could no longer stop. The crowd stagnated, and they were driven by the flow of people behind. The ground rushed forward, wave after wave, swallowing the wave like a sea, and slapped forward.
The Taroko stuck in Taniguchi is like a rock standing in the middle of a huge wave. A fierce razor cuts the human body, and the impact of the huge wave sets off waves, but the waves are bright red.
On the hillside, the Tarzi archers can no longer suppress, because the enemy and the enemy are already crowded into a ball, stuck in Taniguchi doing a desperate fight, they can only throw down their bows and arrows, pick up knives and guns from the hillside shelter to rush down from the two wings. Bite into a ball with the Ming army.
Immediately, the soldiers who could only squeeze passively behind, under the leadership of some generals, began to recoil from the bunker, rushing up the hillside and killing them deep along the back. The opening of a gap is like the dominoes falling over, the entire perfect encirclement has lost its function, and the Tartars rushed down.
The two semicircular flat grounds of the Gourd Valley also started hand-to-hand combat at the same time, while the two narrow valley roads were crowded and crowded. Everyone wanted to rush to Taniguchi quickly, but almost It is slowly and turbulently carried forward by people without touching the ground.
The smell of blood spread in the cold air, the heavy snow is still flying, the toothy metal rubbing sound alternately with the heart-shaking metal entering the flesh, blood and flesh are drawn in the snow. Colorful pictures.
There are crowds of people behind, but there are only a hundred soldiers in the front who are able to fight. As soon as there are dead or injured on both sides, there will be a steady stream of fresh troops pounced on them. The place where the two armies are stuck is gradually piled up by dead bodies and blood. Dividing line.
The corpses on the ground are surrounded by soldiers cuddling and rolling, and those who continue to pounce have no time to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, nor time to help them. With their bodies and blood, the new opponent is already vicious. Pounced on the ground.
The magnificent tens of thousands of people fighting began. This is a real big melee. The soldiers will not see the generals, and the soldiers will not be seen. Everyone has their weapons in their hands. All they are looking for are a pair of hateful eyes. Pounced up with a roar.
There are swords, guns, swords and halberds on the front, back, and left, and from time to time there are cold arrows flying. Human lives are absolutely equal at this time. A general who commands a thousand troops may also be stabbed to death by the most humble soldier. No martial arts skills are used anymore, there is no room for dodge and move at all, just hack, hack, kill! The valley is like boiling water, boiling blood-red water, and the only vent is at the Yang Ling's Taniguchi.
So far, Lindada’s subordinates are all sluggish warriors, but the "Flood" eagerly vents too much power, and their lives are being harvested by the other party. It is a matter of time before Taniguchi opens.
The shield hand who protected Ye Yushi and Liu Gonggong had a round shield in one hand and a short knife in the other, and they loyally moved around them like Taniguchi. But the crowd was too crowded, and Ye Yushi just staggered and fell to the ground, and immediately there were countless pairs of feet stepping on it, some of them were Tartarians, and some were very humble soldiers in his eyes.
No one has time to see whether the mass of meat underfoot belongs to a humble soldier or a noble adult. The swords and guns that plunder lives are flying in front of them, and they have only one instinct left, waving for survival The instinct of a weapon.
The two shield players who tried to drag him up just bowed, they were overwhelmed by the irresistible crowd, and countless feet continued to step on, which made the other soldiers hardened their hearts and never looked at them again. , The entire flow of people, whether they are foe or foe, was completely engulfed by a huge force and moved to Taniguchi involuntarily.
Yang Ling is stupid, no one is brave enough in such a chaotic army, not to mention his physical strength is not as good as a small soldier, his instinctive reaction is to flee wherever there are few people. Amidst the swords and shadows and the screaming and fighting, the only responsibility he can remember is to tighten Ma Lian'er's hand. She followed her, and she couldn't escape alone.
Everyone is thinking about rushing out of the valley, and rushing out of the valley is a way to survive. But Yang Ling knew that he had no ability to escape to Taniguchi in this chaos army. Even if he was not killed by Taroko, his thin body would be crowded to the ground by his own people, becoming a mass of trampled flesh.
Yang Ling pulled Liushen Wuzhu's Ma Lian'er and gradually broke away from this torrent and ran up the hillside. As the Ming army counterattacked and the range of fighting expanded, they had to flee to a higher place.
鞑子 noticed the two people standing on the hillside, and someone immediately rushed over with a knife. It was an instinctive reaction that wiped out all hostile lives.
Seeing different costumes and dresses, their instinctive reaction is to slaughter. Now the people on both sides have become the most bloodthirsty and craziest creatures. The blood-red eyes have no sense at all. They just instinctively search for life and then destroy it.
Yang Ling murmured secretly, he now has only one instinct left, and that is to escape. The flow of people in the valley is like a rushing river, rolling and impacting each other. As long as the momentum is thrown in, it will immediately be broken into pieces, so he can only escape to a higher place.
, chased by several croaking monsters like a beast, the two fled to the top of the mountain with all their strength. At first, Yang Ling dragged the panicked Ma Lian'er to escape, and Yang Ling, which was more than 20 feet away from the top of the mountain, began to be pulled up by Ma Lian'er.
This body is really lacking in exercise. Yang Ling felt his heart beating like a running horse, his ears roared, and the muscles of his thighs jumped suddenly. The pain of suffocation made him almost give up fleeing for his life, and would rather be severed by a knife. .
But Ma Lian'er obviously doesn’t think so. Although her throat also makes a gasp that doesn’t match her appearance like a fairy, she, who has awakened from the shock of a meat grinder-like massacre, begins to pull with all her strength. Escape with Yang Ling.
If someone is sitting in another space watching them, they must think they are watching a movie. Slow motion, heavy snow is dancing, a man and a woman moving slowly in front, and a few fiercely holding them behind The man with the knife could catch up with him by running a few steps, but he also took the same slow pace, glaring at a pair of devouring eyes and chasing persistently.
The two finally ran to the top of the mountain. When they saw the situation before them, Ma Lian'er couldn't help but gasp, and finally the hope of escape was shattered. The ridge is narrow, and on the other side of the mountain is a steep **** of nearly 70 degrees. There is no way to escape. Desperately, she let go of Yang Ling's hand, looked back at the chasing Tarzi, and ran her hands into her arms, and took out the golden hairpin that she had taken into her arms before she galloped out of the city, and pressed it against her throat.
Yang Ling is panting and pointing at her, he can't even ask a word. Ma Lian'er looked at him sharply with her chest ups and downs, her bright eyes were very complicated. She turned her eyes and saw a few Tarzi smiles and was about to climb to the top of the mountain. She couldn't help but smile, turning her head and looking at Yang Ling deeply. He glanced, then closed his eyes, and slammed the hairpin into his throat.
Yang Ling’s muscles were trembling due to excessive force. He was so tired that he didn’t want to move anymore, but seeing Ma Lian'er’s behavior, he still tried his best to slam up and slap his palm. He slapped Ma Lian'er's arm and scratched Ma Lian'er's cheek with five fingers.
Ma Lian'er was cut with a blood mark on the throat by the tip of the hairpin. The hairpin flew out, leaving the five fingerprints on Qiao's face. She stood there blankly, looking at Yang Ling in amazement. Yang Ling knew that she wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid of being ruined by the tartar. At this moment, she had no power and time to explain. He staggered towards the steep slope. Although there was no road ahead, it seemed that this was the only way to escape.
Turn around and fight with those sturdy Mongolian warriors with bare hands? Don't even think about it, he also knows that the knife is passing through ~ IndoMTL.com~ His good head will be separated from the body immediately. He looked at the almost straight and dazzling hillside, while nervously calculating the possibility of his life, he waved to Ma Lian'er and hissed: "Come on...cough cough...come here! "
Two of the chasing Tarzi have climbed the ridge. They have just hacked and killed in the valley for a long time. They have exhausted their energy. Now they are panting as a cow after catching up to the mountain. Seeing the situation on the top of the mountain, they know The two people in front of them have no way to escape, and the two Tartars are relieved. They are breathing heavily with swords. Now they also need to restore their strength to raise swords.
Two pairs of fierce eyes looked at the man and the woman in front of him. Slowly, the cruel look in the eyes of the two Tarzi gradually faded, and they began to change into an obscene look. Those two pairs of obscene eyes were like knives. The same "pick up" the clothes of Ma Lian'er, and the lost strength began to recover quickly because of the male instinct.
When Ma Lian'er’s father was responsible for collecting information on Jinyiwei outside the Great Wall, he disclosed his identity as a leather goods merchant and often dealt with the tribes of Tatar. Ma Lian'er has heard from an early age that the Tatar tribes have a grassland with abundant water and weeds for zhan, and the tribes are constantly fighting for survival. I have heard of the humiliation of the conquered’s wives and daughters as slaves. Women who fell into the hands of these savages were not worth as much as an animal, and their end was worse than falling into hell.
Ma Lian'er saw the two guys who were almost as thick and savage-looking Tatar flaming up in their eyes, she couldn't help but fought a cold battle cleverly, her body was so cold, her only choice was Running towards Yang Ling, I just thought: "No matter, you can't leave a whole body, just jump down the mountain and wrap your belly in the beasts. How can it be better than being trampled to death."