Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 211 Victory in defeat 2
  Wang Jin and others were already fighting with the Tatars in front. On one side, they wanted to protect the clan leader, and on the other side, they wanted to kill the general and seize the flag. They didn't want to give in to each other, and they all risked their lives to fight.

The arrows rained from behind again.

No matter how many people were chased and shot by the Tatars, it would not be enough to kill them. Jia Cong gritted his teeth and shouted: "Quick, set fire to stop the enemy!"

Everyone didn't care about the consequences of setting fire in the reed swamp. They took out the fire sticks one after another, blew them on fire and threw them behind! There were dozens of riders who took out the remaining cans of kerosene and gunpowder and threw them high into the sky.

Click, click, click! The clay pot was smashed, and with a little spark from the kerosene and gunpowder, it burst into flames, instantly igniting a large area of ​​reeds and weeds.

The north wind whizzes past like a knife. Dozens of fires connected together in an instant, spread quickly, and thick smoke rolled in, covering thousands of Tatars behind them and tens of thousands of Tatar ambush troops blocking the way.

The Tatars were shocked. They obviously did not expect that the other party had the ability to attack with fire. They were in chaos and did not know what to do.

There was a fire ahead, so we didn't dare to pursue them, so we had to split into two groups and weave left and right, trying to get around the line of fire.

However, the Tatars obviously underestimated the speed of the spread of the fire line. The withered grass in winter was easily picked up. Coupled with the strong wind blowing, countless sparks had already drifted everywhere with the wind. Dots of firelight bloomed in all directions on the Liaoze meadow.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Tens of thousands of Tatars chasing Jia Cong and others circled around for a long time, and found in despair that their way out had been completely cut off by the line of fire.

"Retreat quickly, retreat quickly!" the Tatars shouted wildly, not caring whether they would encounter Wu's pursuers if they returned to the direction of Shifang Temple Fort. Even if you meet him, it's better than being burned to death immediately.

Jia Cong, who was in the front, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the pursuers behind him were blocked by the sea of ​​fire. Now there were only a few hundred Tatars left, and it was time to make a contribution. And if you stand upwind, the flames should not be able to burn you for a while.

"Xie Hui, shoot down the big banner for me!" Jia Cong yelled.

"Yes!" Jie Hui took off the three-stone bow on his back, his body rose and fell gently as the horse jolted, and suddenly he shot out an arrow.

The arrow was like lightning, crossing a distance of two hundred steps in an instant and breaking the rope on the big banner.

The white paper fell to the ground with a crash.

"The enemy chief is dead, why don't you surrender!" Jia Cong yelled in Tatar dialect, followed the passage opened by Wang Jin, and killed him fiercely.

"The enemy chief is dead and he still won't surrender!"

All the sergeants shouted in unison, watching the Tatars rush through the formation.

All the Tatars panicked and hurriedly turned around to look. When they saw that the big banner was missing, their fighting spirit suddenly dispersed. When Jia Cong and others charged, they collapsed, leaving one or two hundred corpses and dispersed like birds and beasts.

Jia Cong was very energetic. He looked at the dozen or so horses escaping in front of him. He knew that the big fish was among them. He didn't care about the arrow wounds on his body. He patted his horse and rushed forward.

Sun Chi also wanted to follow, but suddenly he felt dizzy in his mind and his whole body felt weak. He knew that he had lost too much blood and was exhausted. He hurriedly slipped off the horse and said: "Instructor Wang, hurry up and ride my horse..."

"Yes!" Wang Jin nodded, without saying much, flew onto the Hokage and chased Jia Cong.

Su Can, Zhao Lingkong, Xie Hui and others, as well as Jia Cong's personal soldiers, rushed forward on the Dawan horse that still had some strength left.

Jia Cong pushed A Lamp A Thousand Miles to the limit and caught up with Bayin and his party in a dozen breaths.

I saw more than ten riders protecting the old man with gray hair in the middle, who was trying to escape.

Seeing Jia Cong chasing him single-handedly, he separated six or seven cavalry to stop him.

Just as Jia Cong was about to charge for the kill, he suddenly heard a sound breaking through the air behind him.

The four great marksmen Wang Jin, Su Can, Zhao Lingkong, and Jie Hui drew their bows at the same time, and the arrows flew past Jia Cong's ears, killing all the Tatars in an instant.

good! Jia Cong laughed and passed several corpses like the wind, chasing after them.

The last four riders around the old man turned back again and launched a desperate charge towards Jia Cong.

Later, Wang Jin gradually caught up and shouted: "You go and kill the thief chief, I will stop you!" As he said this, he urged the Hokage repeatedly and crossed Jia Cong to greet him.

Jia Cong gently pulled the reins, avoided a few people, and chased the old man.

Hey! Wang Jin shouted angrily, passed by the four knights, and swung his big spear, knocking two of them away in one glance.

The other two riders were inexplicably horrified. They were able to personally protect the clan leader and were well-known heroes on the grassland. How could they have expected that the Han man would kill two people so easily without even seeing them clearly.

Wang Jin didn't give them time to think, he rode up to meet them, and his big gun sprouted pear blossoms, trapping the two of them.

After a few rounds of fighting, Wang Jin made a move with a dragon swinging its tail. With a click, one man's arm bones were broken and he was knocked off his horse.

The other man was already frightened, so he turned his horse and wanted to leave, but Wang Jin stabbed the horse's neck with a spear and fell off the horse.

"Tie him up!" Wang Jin shouted.

At this time, everyone caught up, and several sergeants quickly dismounted and tied up the two Tatars.

"Where are you, sir?" Su Can and others asked.

Wang Jin pointed ahead and said, "I'm chasing the enemy chief. Follow him quickly." After saying that, he left, and everyone hurriedly followed. But he said that Jia Cong was chasing farther and farther. The old man's riding skills were much better than Jia Cong's, and his mount was also a rare horse. The distance was only ten to twenty feet, and Jia Cong couldn't catch up for a while.

Oh shit! Jia Cong cursed secretly, hung his gun on Desheng hook and bird's wing ring, took off his bow and arrow and started shooting.

Whoosh! The powerful arrow shot out, missing by a long way.

Bayin looked back and smiled contemptuously. He dared to show off his riding and shooting skills in front of me. He suddenly turned back to look at the moon and shot an arrow straight to the door facing Jia Cong.

Jia Cong lowered his head to dodge, feeling furious but helpless. His shooting skills were average, and he was somewhat accurate at shooting fixed targets at close range. Now both parties were galloping and bumping on horseback, and Bayin cunningly threw himself on the horse. Where could he shoot? .

Suddenly, his heart moved, and he stopped shooting at people, and only shot at the big butt of Bayin's yellow gelding.

After shooting several arrows in succession, one arrow finally pierced the yellow gelding's right hip.

Oh! Jia Cong laughed.

The yellow gelding neighed in pain and rushed out, pulling Jia Cong more than twenty feet away.

Bayin secretly thought something was wrong. He looked back and saw that his beloved horse was injured and bleeding. If he kept going like this, he would be overtaken sooner or later. What a despicable Han!

He hurriedly bent his bow and arrows, and shot at Jia Cong's horse as usual.

They both wanted to shoot the man first and the horse first.

Jia Cong laughed and wanted to learn from Lao Tzu's tricks. He stretched out his right hand and Qingluan gently lifted it to fly the arrow.

Bayin shot several arrows, but they were all blocked by Jia Cong. He felt his horse gradually slowing down, and his heart felt cold and desolate.

Jia Cong didn't rush the horse, he just hung him from a distance. I'll see how long you can run.

Sure enough, after a while, the yellow gelding slowed down obviously, and then he slowly moved closer, approaching within ten feet.

Bayin held the bow and arrow in his hand, secretly accumulating strength, preparing to wait for Jia Cong to get closer and kill him with one arrow.

Suddenly, the war horse screamed again. When he looked back, another arrow was inserted deeply into the horse's butt.

mean!

Bayin cursed loudly, but before he had time to think of a countermeasure, the yellow gelding was injured and tired. His front hooves softened, and he suddenly fell to his knees, throwing him away. There was a clicking sound, and he broke many old bones of Bayin.

When the screams came, Jia Cong smiled, put away his bow and arrows, and controlled his horse to approach slowly.

I saw Bayin lying on the grass, his face covered with blood, unable to move, looking at Jia Cong with hatred in his eyes, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Jia Cong chuckled, enjoying the feeling of being a condescending victor. He raised his foot, took off his spear, and moved his hand away. The fifteen-inch-long triangular spear head was stabbed into Bayin's belly, and then he stirred violently. .

Bayin screamed miserably, but could not die for a moment.

Jia Cong looked at him and said coldly: "I heard that you Tatars like to massacre the city, killing all the old, young, women and children. One day, I will use their methods on you exactly as they are, but you are watching It’s not here anymore.”

Bayin shed tears of pain and cursed loudly.

Jia Cong laughed, cut off his head with a knife, and hung it on his horse. He also found a white towel in the yellow gelding's backpack. When he unfolded it, there were eight streamers. He was very happy. Sure enough, he caught a big fish, Bijiya. Saiyin's Seven-Legged White Banner was one level higher. How could he know that he was eating the two fathers and their sons at the same time?

After putting away the big banner, he suddenly felt that his body felt weak and he could not saddle up the horse. Jia Cong touched up and down, and was hit by several arrows on his back, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen and thighs. Now I feel severe pain all over my body.

Fortunately, like Sun Chi, he wore soft armor on the inside and iron armor on the outside. The arrowheads could only penetrate the skin and flesh without damaging the bones and muscles.

Jia Cong composed himself, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the arrowheads one by one. He took off his armor, took the golden sore medicine from his horse, applied it, and wrapped it hastily with a bandage.

Suddenly they heard the sound of horse hoofbeats. Wang Jin and others had arrived. Seeing that Jia Cong was fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly dismounted to take care of him.

After all, Jia Cong was still young and was exhausted at this moment. With the help of everyone, he put on his mink fur coat, trousers, and crane cloak. He no longer wore armor, got on his horse and returned the same way.

Seeing that everyone was more or less disappointed, but fortunately the main personnel were there, Jia Cong asked, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I have nothing to do with my humble duties."

"Where is Your Highness?" Jia Cong asked hurriedly when he didn't see Sun Chi.

"His Royal Highness was slightly injured. He rested where he was. He ordered us to come and pick him up. He is being guarded by the palace guards. It's okay." Wang Jin said.

Jia Cong breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly pointed to the still bleeding head and said, "I caught a big fish this time. The old man used a big eight-legged fishnet."

Su Can smiled and said: "Clan Chief Bayin of the Barhu Tribe is naturally a big fish." Then he told everyone about the capture of prisoners.

Jia Cong laughed, "I didn't expect that both father and son were killed by me. It was fate."

Everyone laughed: "They don't want such a fate."

(End of this chapter)