Jin Liangyu

Chapter 23 Working together
  what to do? He couldn't just watch his brothers fold here.

While Chen Liuyun was waving his spear, he looked around furtively and saw the mountains not far away and got an idea.

"Everyone should retreat to the foot of the mountain." One by one, he made up his mind and led his men to run to the foot of the mountain.

The leader of the Tatar side saw his intention and laughed wildly with contempt: "Haha, everyone in Daqi is a fucking softie. If I chase you, we won't let anyone go."

"Haha, chase."

"kill!"

Shen Liuyun was behind the palace, protecting his men and telling them to run quickly. But two legs couldn't outrun four legs. Even if Shen Liuyun's spear flew up and down, almost turning into a hot wheel, seven or eight soldiers still fell to the Tatar soldiers' swords.

"I will fight with you." Seeing that his eldest brother was chopped down by the Tatars, Chen Erhu rushed out of the area protected by Shen Baihu with scarlet eyes.

"Chen Erhu is back."

Chen Liuyun saw that Chen Erhu was about to be chopped down by the Tatars. His eyes were about to burst, but he was beyond the reach of his whip and could not stop him.

Just when they were resigned to their fate, a sharp stone came through the air and slapped the Tatar who was wielding the knife firmly on the face. Immediately, bright red blood flowed down the Tatar's rough old face.

Chen Erhu took the opportunity to jump up with all his strength, and stabbed the Tatar's neck with the big knife in his hand. The Tatar fell off the horse without any resistance.

"Good kill."

"What a fucking relief."

Following a rough shout, and with some help, sharp-edged stones were thrown one after another, landing very accurately on the heads, faces, or horses' legs of the Tatars, causing a huge uproar on the Tatar side. panic.

Shen Liuyun also took the opportunity to protect his soldiers and ran to the direction where the rocks were flying, and happened to see several men of different ages.

One of the eldest men impressed Shen Liuyun and his soldiers with his precise stone-throwing skills.

When Jin Sheng saw Daqi's soldiers running over, he winked at his son-in-law.

"Dad, let's do something big." After Zhou Lang finished speaking, he pulled one end of the rope and carried it over to the Tatar side.

His movements were as light as a cunning rabbit walking through the grassy fields, and the rope in his hand gradually lengthened the battle line.

As the son of a family of military commanders, Shen Liuyun immediately understood the intentions of the father-in-law and son-in-law.

"Stupid." Why didn't he think of such a good idea before?

Chen Liuyun's eyes were wide open. If he hadn't led his soldiers to continue to deal with the Tatars, he would have wanted to dismount and join.

Zhou Erlang followed his father-in-law's instructions, used the scattered trees as support points, wound up the rope without leaving any trace, and then avoided it.

Not far away, those Tatars thought he was scared and ran around like headless flies, laughing more and more crazily.

What's more, he directly urged his horse to chase after him, with the intention of teasing.

The two Tatars leaning on the edge raised their swords and chased after them. When they got closer, they saw that the face of the young Daqi man seemed to be more panicked, and his steps were also messy. . In a moment of panic, they ran into an elm tree as thick as a bowl. As they approached, they rolled and crawled behind a toon tree three or four feet away.

"Haha." This is the outskirts of the forest. There are no thick trees, only a few scattered trees that are not very tall.

When the two Tatars saw the young man running around among a few unproductive trees like a fool and tripping over several times, they laughed even more wantonly.

“Haha.”        Haha, coward, ah!”

"Thump, thump." Following the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground, the horses neighed loudly, and the two Tatars who had been surrounding Zhou Lang extremely arrogantly just now fell off their horses one after another.

Zhou Erlang, who had experienced two lives, had a firm mind. He stepped forward calmly, raised his knife and struck down the heads of the two Tatars, who rolled to the ground with a sound.

Jin Sheng, who rushed over to help later, had no use for him and only had time to say: "Good boy." Then he turned around and ran away, cursing and muttering: "I have to overcome my mental obstacles before I can escape."

Alas, for the sake of his great career, he also lowered his stature and learned from his son-in-law.

Not to mention, the kid just did a trick, he really needs to learn from it.

Hey, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, so his son-in-law will go to the highest wave now.

Not far away, the Daqi soldiers were inspired by Uncle Liang, and they also looked for stones to throw at the Tartars.

Most of them throw incorrectly, but there are so many people.

If one throw is not accurate, if two throws are not accurate, the next Tatar may hit him by himself.

Even a Tartar with rough skin and thick flesh cannot withstand a rain of stones. And the horses that were hit by rocks were either spinning in circles or running around like crazy.

Seeing the Tatar soldiers in a mess, Shen Liuyun was relieved, but he felt ashamed in his heart: The military art he learned was not as effective as other people's native methods, which really insulted his ancestors.

Uncle Liang and Uncle Liang didn't care about his ancestry or not. The stones in Uncle Liang's hands were still extremely accurate. Uncle Liang's accuracy was not as good as that of his elder brother, so he used his own advantages and used every opportunity to attack those who fell off his horse. The confused Tatars. That's a knife-edge sword, but a knife-edge knife can't miss the mark.

The leading Tatar was so angry that he wanted to kill him.

Uncle Liang's childlike innocence was so great that he dodged and shouted: "The monkey is so angry."

My dear mother, this Tatar leader knows Daqi dialect. She was so angry that she lost her mind. She only had one thought: to catch Uncle Liang and cut him to pieces.

Uncle Liang: I'm just afraid you won't come.

"Come on, come on, you big hairy monkey."

While scolding, Uncle Liang led the Tatar leader to the trip horse rope, and then rolled on the spot to the other side.

By the time the Tatar leader felt something bad, his body had been thrown to the ground by his mount, stirring up a burst of dust.

Uncle Liang didn't give him a chance to get up, and swung the large knife towards his neck. That guy could be a leader, and he was also a wise man, so he rolled to the side with his neck scrunched up.

But just as he was halfway rolling, he heard a "pop" sound, and a long knife was stabbed into his back, and the bloody tip came out of his chest.

"Ah." A scream shocked everyone.

Jin Sheng didn't give him a chance. He twisted the long knife in his hand hard, then stretched out his foot and kicked his body out.

There was a burst of jabbering in an unintelligible language, and those Tatars were really confused. Some wanted to turn around and run back, while more came over to grab the leader's body.

Yes, the leader is a corpse.

(End of this chapter)