The Soul of the Han Dynasty in the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 239 Chasing down Zhuo Erbi

At this time, Zhuo Erbi mechanically waved the Mongolian scimitar in his hand like a walking dead, the muscles on his face were twitching constantly, and he was muttering silently in his heart:
"It's over, it's all over, the accumulation of more than [-] years has been destroyed, I will fight with you."

A voice shouted: "Master Taiji, the eagles on the prairie are not afraid of wind and rain, and the sons and daughters will protect you and rush out."

Dozens of soldiers yelled: "Master Taiji quickly follow the little ones and rush out, it will be too late."

The centurion of the bodyguard team had three feathered arrows stuck in his body, and he seemed to be seriously injured. Seeing Zhuoerbi's distraught look, he shouted: "Master Taiji, you want to go back alive, and the subordinates will The child will be taken care of by you. Brothers, protect Taiji and go!"

Then the veteran, who had watched Zhuoerbi grow up, roared and ran towards the densely populated Ming army cavalry.

Seeing the most loyal warriors leave, seeing that most of the soldiers under his command did not have the determination to fight to the death, they had already run for more than half, and found that only his direct descendants were playing with the Ming army. The discouraged Zhuo Erbi knew that he would continue Fighting is nothing more than death, it has no meaning.

He yelled a few times: "Boys, the whole army retreats." Then he also started to flee with the personal guards, who knew that the Ming army was chasing after him.

Wang Zhanpeng, who has a broad vision, is more flexible than a fool who likes to slash and chop. He set his sights on Zhuo Erbi from a distance.

There seemed to be quite a few cavalrymen who had a heart-to-heart connection with Wang Zhanpeng, and they all abandoned the other fleeing Tartars, and went straight to Zhuoerbi's guards, and after bursts of "clang" sounds of cold weapons colliding, Zhuoerbi's personal soldiers were killed and injured do.

Wang Zhanpeng didn't want to be entangled, he swung Yang Laoshi's hundred-smelting steel ghost head knife carefully made for him, knocked down the two tartars and still went straight to Zhuo Erbi's position.

Although he is riding an Arabian warhorse, the speed is remarkable, but the warhorse of Karaqin Taiji is also one of the best among Mongolian horses. Fortunately, Zhuo Erbi's warhorse has been running for a long time, and its physical strength is not as good as before. Changed to Wang Zhanpeng's crotch mount for the battle.

On the way to escape, Zhuo Erbi only heard heart-piercing screams behind him, and he knew that it was his own soldiers being beheaded by the Ming army.

He wanted to cry but had no tears and tried not to look back, he still beat his horse and galloped northward.

Zhuoerbi's stomach is full of remorse now, and he hates himself for making Li Lingzhi faint for trying to defeat the "Red Banner Army" cavalry to make a comeback when he has already suffered a loss.

Now he is wholeheartedly thinking about being able to escape back. He knows that only by being alive can he avenge the unjustly killed clansman. He can completely take the rest of the clan to join the Dajin Kingdom, and he can make a comeback with the help of the Dajin master in the future.

After running north for more than [-] miles, it was obvious that the sound of horseshoes behind him gradually faded away. It seemed that there was only one horse behind him. Was it his own soldiers or his pursuers?I wish it was one of my own!

Zhuoerbi looked back, his heart suddenly turned cold, and he saw a knight in red all over riding a tall horse galloping more than a hundred steps away.

He cruelly threw a short knife inlaid with gems that he carried with him on the ground, hoping that the Ming soldier would get off his horse and pick it up to buy him time to escape.

It's a pity that things backfired, and the Ming army who came after them didn't even take a look at the dazzling sword in the setting sun.

Due to the continuous running, Zorbi's chest hurt more and more, and he felt wet. He knew that the wound should be bleeding all the time.

He beat his companions because of Ma Hao, and his guards became the gains of the Ming army without exception. In fact, these people were not meaningless sacrifices. After all, they attracted most of the attacks of the Ming army. Today, only one Ming army is still the same. The bone maggots cannot get rid of.

Seeing that the horse could not run anymore, Zhuo Erbi simply stopped running. After dismounting, he let the horse lie down too, took out his bow and arrow and waited for the Ming army to approach.

Zhuo Erbi has more than ten years of experience in fighting battles. He will improve his power and accuracy when he dismounts and shoots. The horse can also use this precious time to recover some horsepower.

It is not easy to find a bunker in the vast prairie, so war horses often become bunkers to provide protection for their masters hiding behind.

Wang Zhanpeng didn't know that what he was chasing was the leader of the Tartars, and the Tartars didn't have a ridiculous system of civil servants leading the army. Their generals were not only skilled in bows and horses, they should also be smarter than ordinary soldiers.

He was always on guard against the counterattack of the Tartars who were being chased to nowhere, and he was ready to fight when he saw the Tartars dismount from his horse from a distance.

Zhuo Erbi could hold his breath, he patiently waited for Wang Zhanpeng to approach thirty steps before suddenly shooting the armor-piercing cone in a half-squat position.

However, Wang Zhanpeng is a general who was born as a martial artist. He used to be a master of throwing knives, but now his throwing skills are no less than that of a fool.

With this attack, Karaqin Taiji, who was already without energy, was even more disheartened. It seemed that the force value of this chasing soldier was terrifying!

Seeing that he was invincible, Zhuoerbi chose to outsmart him. He stood up from behind the horse, raised his hands and said in blunt Chinese: "Hero, don't fight anymore. My official is Karaqin Taiji Zhuoerbi. I am willing to give the hero gold." In exchange for life."

Wang Zhanpeng was a bold man. He saw Zhuo Erbi stood up with his hands up but did not leave his horse. He also found that the enemy was staring at him with piercing eyes. He knew that his opponent was not someone who would surrender easily.

He yelled: "If you want to survive, you'd better not play tricks, just follow my command and walk ten steps forward."

There was a short ax behind Zhuoerbi. He was also a master thrower, thinking that he could get close to the Ming army and throw a fatal blow from a short distance. He did not resist Wang Zhanpeng's order, and walked ten steps forward to distance himself from the horse.

Seeing that there was no possibility of this Taiji getting on his horse and fleeing again, Wang Zhanpeng, who had been trotting back and forth on his horse, said happily, "You must be unconvinced. What kind of weapon is behind you? Let's see if I can handle it."

After being exposed by the Ming army, Zhuo Erbi had no illusions and decided to fight. He reached out and took off the hatchet, sprinted a dozen steps in the direction of Wang Zhanpeng, and then threw it.

The charge and throw was really fierce, and the sharp ax spun and attacked Wang Zhanpeng, who was less than fifteen steps away, and went straight to his chest.

Wang Zhanpeng, who was on high alert, didn't hold back. Although he was more than [-]% sure that he could catch the flying axe, he didn't reach out to catch it.

Wang Zhanpeng said with a smile: "It's not bad, the accuracy and strength of the ax are good, in line with the throwing standards of the 'Red Banner Army' fighters. Mr. Taiji, if you have any other brilliant moves, let's continue to use them! I haven't played enough yet!"

At this time Zhuoerbi was already unarmed, he turned around with a scream and ran away.

(End of this chapter)