Daming wolf ride

Updated: 2012-09-29

Do you mean clothes?In the same robe as the son.

Do you mean clothes?Same with Zi.

Do you mean clothes?Wear the same clothes as your son.

Life is different, death is willing to die together! [

More than [-] remnants of Songshan soldiers relied on each other and resisted stubbornly.

Shi Dayong is like a curved boat in the vast ocean, giving the soldiers a goal. Although the waves are big, the boat is still there.When the ship is there, the people are there!

The main general is brave, and the three armies are united!

The main general is not afraid of death, so the three armies are not afraid of death!

Although the Eight Banners troops are powerful, they cannot wipe out the fearless Songshan Army in one fell swoop, and the two sides fall into a stalemate and melee.

.........

This is not the first time that Tu Lai has been hurt. That bastard De Keqin failed to break up the cavalry of the Ming army in one go. The sixteen Manchurian warriors were all over.

It doesn't matter if the bannermen die, it's just a big deal to go back and smoke again.But those sixteen white-armored soldiers were bestowed by King Khan, what an honor it is, how could it fall into the hands of these Ming people.

These Ming barbarians are really difficult to deal with. I thought they were a group of soft bones, but they were very difficult to deal with.But victory is already beckoning to the Manchurian warriors, and it is impossible to give up at this time.

Tulai didn't pay attention to the Liaodong soldiers in Dalinghe City at all. He didn't believe that those Liaodong soldiers who had been frightened would come out of the city at this time.

"Kill me, kill me!"

The heavy loss made Tu Lai more and more want to catch the commander of the Ming army, and then cut him into pieces.

Gulbush also knew that victory was assured, as long as he gritted his teeth and charged again, the Ming army would surely be defeated.Therefore, without hesitation, he ordered the clansmen to launch a final blow to completely tear this Ming army apart.

.........

The Tartar cavalry had already rushed in front of him, and Shi Dayong could even hear the nonsense that those Tartar cavalry were yelling.

Although the front line is chaotic, and now it is a passive defense with no rules, it is completely relying on the instinct of survival and the last bloody self-support, but no matter whether it is Shi Dayong, Huang An, Shao Wu or the soldiers who have summed up, there is still no one. Retreating, they leaned firmly one by one, using the last remaining thirty long logs to aim at the charging Tartar cavalry.

There was indeed something wrong with the Ming army ration team we encountered today, but at the current stage of fighting, it was too late to think about it. Tulai gritted his teeth and led the vest soldiers to launch the final attack.

Shi Dayong was also waiting for the final blow from the Tartars, he had already made preparations for death, and now it was up to him how he would die.

Holding half of his face cut off with one hand, leaving only one eye, Ma Zhong held the long knife tightly in the other hand, and howled like a wolf from his throat: [

"But there are dead soldiers, and there are surrendered soldiers! Up and down Songshan, we live and die together! On the road to Huangquan, let's drink and talk!"

"But there are dead men, there are surrendered soldiers! Up and down Songshan, we live and die together! On the road of Huangquan, let's drink and talk!" Ma Zhong's voice choked again and again. His right ear had already been cut off along with his face, but the other ear was clear. Hearing the shout of the lord guard, he muttered to himself with a dry mouth, and blood and tears mixed down from his left eye.

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"Heh... hoo!"

Charged up, the Manchu cavalry with red and yellow flags once again launched their most ferocious attack.

The eyes of the Manchu soldiers rushing to the front were terribly red, and the yellow teeth in their mouths were so disgusting.

The glare of the light made the shadows of swords and swords on the battlefield burn unbearably to the human eye.

Looking at the sharp logs that had been stained red with blood, the war horse hesitated and became timid.The knight on the horse was keenly aware of the strangeness of the mount, either his legs were strangled, or the sharp spikes on the pointed boots directly pierced the mount.

The pain made the horse no longer care about the sharpened long logs in front, and slammed forward frantically.

"Puff, puff!"

The horse that rushed up was instantly pierced by the wooden point, and the poor war horse hung on it and kept neighing and struggling.The Tazi cavalry on the horse, no matter they were Manchu soldiers or Mongolian soldiers, all felt death beckoning to them without exception.

Fortunately, he fell off the horse and was not pierced on the spot. Unluckily, he was pierced by Changmu, man and horse together, hanging in mid-air like a strip of meat.

But luck was short-lived. Before they could make a scream of landing, there was a heavy weight on their backs, and the suffocation immediately made them unable to speak.

Signs of life disappear in the shortest possible time.

After paying dozens of cavalry casualties, the organized resistance of the Songshan Army also came to an end.

.........

Shi Dayong was directly knocked backward by a rushing horse. At that moment, his arms felt shattered, and his body was heavy. His long knife also fell to the ground.If it wasn't for Guo Yi, he might have already fallen to the ground.

The Songshan army, which lost the cover of long trees, was like a stripped woman who was slaughtered by the Tartar cavalry.

The Tazi cavalry used the swords in their hands to slash at the Songshan army, while those who were unwilling to take the trouble directly relied on the strong momentum of their horses to smash into the Ming troops who tried to resist one after another.

Cheers came from the mouths of the Tartar cavalry, as if seeing gold, silver and jewels, and the eyes of the Ming soldiers were full of flames.

Facing the Tartar cavalry coming from all directions, the remnants of the Songshan Army without any cover retreated instinctively and subconsciously, but there was no way for them to retreat because there were Tartar cavalry in front of them and behind them.

The Songshan Army with only long swords had almost no ability to fight back against these towering Tartar cavalry. [

They have tried their best, even though they are dead.

The battle continues, the last resistance, the resistance unwilling to be slaughtered.

What the fallen soldiers thought about was their parents, wives and children in the far south, their relatives.

"Father, mother! The child is dying, and I will never see you again! Father, mother!"

"My lady, I have been loyal to my husband and the country. One day, take our children to Daling River to pick up my bones."

There is no ethnicity, no righteousness, no great thoughts of the country, only strong family ties.After death, the last memory is the most missed person.

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In the confusion, Shi Dayong touched a broken long log, and immediately raised it in his hand to block a Tartar cavalry rushing towards him, while the half-dead Ma Zhong also chopped out the big knife in his hand.

"Ah!" With a scream, the Tartar cavalry fell to the ground with a thump, his left leg had been cut in half.

Before he could catch his breath in the future, several more riders charged Shi Dayong away.The Tartar cavalry had seen that he was the commander of the Ming army.

In desperation, Guo Yi rushed forward to block the knife for Shi Dayong, but before he could move, he was hit hard on the back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell forward heavily like a kite with a broken string.

Ma Zhong also tried his best to move again, Shi Dayong dodged it, closed his eyes and waited for death, when he felt his body was hit hard, someone shouted: "My lord, be careful!"

Before he came back to his senses, his face became hot, and when he looked up, the head of a soldier had already fallen from his body.

"Huang San!"

Shi Dayong screamed and screamed, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

Who said men don't shed tears!

The Tartar cavalry who had killed the soldier missed a single hit. Seeing Shi Dayong and the others still standing there, they laughed wildly and raised their knives to urge their horses, and rushed towards Shi Dayong again.

"Fuck your ancestors for eight generations!"

Shi Dayong burst into a rage, turned his arms, and immediately swung the broken stick in his hand, and the stick hit the head of the first Tatar soldier's mount that rushed up.

A thunderous blow is extremely heavy.

"hiss!…"

The war horse let out a long cry, its hooves gave way, and fell to the ground with a "plop". Before the Tartar cavalryman could stand up, Shi Dayong rushed up madly and smashed him on the head.

At the same time, the other three Tatar cavalry rushed to Shi Dayong and killed them without any resistance.

The sound of hoofbeats and hoofbeats pierced my ears like thunder, but Shi Dayong was exhausted. He is a human being, not a god, and he does not have endless power.

He closed his eyes in pain, ready to wait for the coolness coming from his neck.

However, the first thing that came to my ears was the sudden sound of ringing gold, which came from the northeast direction, clear and loud.

"His grandma, who dares to order the withdrawal of troops!"

Tulai, who was tasting the fruit of the winner, was so angry that any bastard would dare to order the troops to withdraw.His first thought was that old bastard Gulbush, but wherever he looked, Gulbush also froze there, staring at himself blankly, his eyes full of doubts.

A sharp-eyed soldier shouted: "Lord Erzhen, it's Zhenglan Qi, it's Zhenglan Qi!"

"Zhenglan flag?"

Following the gestures of the soldiers, Tulai saw a troop of cavalry appear on the slope where he stayed before, and when he saw the flags played by that troop of cavalry, Tulai couldn't help gasping: Manggu Why is Ertai here!