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Chapter 317 Ma Bao Chong Account (Part [-])
Ma Bao rose up to resist and punched a tartar with a knife flying out of the tent.The rest of the Tartars greeted Ma Bao with their knives and swords. Ma Bao swung his fist like a mountain leather hammer, punched and kicked, three times and five divisions. Several Tartar soldiers who came to execute the execution were beaten to death. Knives and guns flew around, looking for teeth all over the place.

"My lord, the Tartars are unjust, we can't just sit and wait for death, I will protect you and kill them." Ma Bao picked up a single sword and shouted at Wu Sangui.

"Ma Bao is right, uncle, why don't we go against each other?" Wu Yingguang also stood up.

"Nonsense!" Wu Sangui stopped his nephew.

It wasn't because Wu Sangui was so loyal to the Tartars. He knew that fighting would be death. In such a big city of Luoyang, with tens of thousands of Tartars, could the three of them be able to kill them?Even if he could get out, wouldn't he have killed his uncle Zu's birthday?Besides, even if they can get out, where is their shelter, can Zhu Yousong spare him?
Of course, Wu Sangui, who has the mind of a military strategist and a statesman, will not go this way of not falling behind others.The truth cannot be fake, things will always come to light and the truth will come to light, even if he is accidentally killed by a tartar, he will still be famous, so Wu Sangui did not resist, nor did he let his nephew resist.

Wu Yingguang didn't dare to move in front of his uncle, but the Tartars would not let him go if he resisted. The Prince of England ordered that anyone who resisted should be killed, so a Tartar only stabbed Wu Yingguang from behind. Through the chest, a blood-red knife seedling protruded from the front chest.

Wu Yingguang let out a scream, and Wu Sangui, who was kneeling, approached, blood spattered, staining Wu Sangui's face, Wu Sangui closed his eyes, and his nephew was beheaded on the spot. Of course he was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do, and he still knelt for a long time.

At this time, several knives were placed on Wu Sangui's neck, Wu Sangui remained motionless like an old monk sitting still, and the Tartars tied him up without killing him.

But Ma Bao over there was different, unwilling to sit still and wait for death, he made a big disturbance in the tent of the Tartars, slashed a bloody path with a single sword in his hand, rushed out of the tent, and groups of Tartars chased after him shouting.

"stop!"

Of course Ma Bao couldn't listen to them, he wouldn't run away if he stopped.

But this is the barracks of the Tartars, and there are all Qing troops outside. Ma Bao didn't run a few steps, and countless Tartars came to besiege Ma Bao, with knives, guns, halberds, axes, hooks, and eighteen kinds of weapons in their hands. Say hello to him.

Ma Bao swung the single knife in his hand, there was a crisp sound of metal impact, several sharp blades were blocked by him, and with another sweep, several Tartars rushing in front screamed and flew backwards several times.

Seeing his bravery, the Qing army stepped back, Ma Bao took the opportunity to jump forward, soared into the air, jumped over the heads of these Tartars, landed behind them and ran away.

At this time, a Tartar Pegasus rushed out from the slanting stab, twisted the gun and stabbed, of course the target was Ma Bao's weakness.

Ma Bao ran too fast, he didn't care about the side, and it was too late to use the knife holder after realizing the shot, and was almost stabbed by the shot. He tilted his body, and the tip of the spear more than a foot long The sharp blade pierced through the armor and passed close to Ma Bao's weakness. Ma Bao could feel the cold spearhead under his right armpit.

"Give it to me." Ma Bao grasped the barrel of the gun with one hand, trying to snatch the spear away.

Of course the tartar on the horse didn't let go, "I won't give it to you!"

Ma Bao took advantage of his body to jump up, kicked sideways in mid-air, and the tartar was kicked away from the horse. Ma Bao took advantage of the situation and sat on the horse. The gun was also in his hand, and there was a single knife in the other hand. Ma Bao will aim at a chasing Qing army and throw it out. The big flying knife is really aimed, and it hits a Qing army's belly. Unmoved in a pool of blood.

Ma Bao ran as if flying to the gate of the camp. Although he was good at wielding a broadsword, he was proficient in all eighteen weapons. At this time, the large spear in his hand was much more powerful than a light single sword. The Qing army rushed over to stop it. Ma Bao went down with a few shots and these Qing troops were either pierced by toads or swept away.

"Fire arrows!"

Whoosh, a few arrows flew from behind.Sometimes Ma Bao lay on the horse's back, and sometimes hid beside the horse. Relying on his high riding skills, several arrows missed him, so he rushed to the gate of the camp in the blink of an eye. .Wherever the guns and horses passed, they left casualties along the way.

There were more and more Qing troops, chasing them from all directions, and they would not let go.

"Quickly close the camp gate!" Some Tartars shouted unstoppably when they saw Ma Baoyong.

The Qing army guarding the camp gate also knew what was going on, and shot arrows at Ma Bao together. Of course, Ma Bao didn't pay attention to the arrows flying in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the archers at the gate of the camp threw their bows and arrows and fled. Those who had no time to escape were picked up by Ma Bao.

But taking advantage of this opportunity, several Qing soldiers at the gate of the camp quickly laid several deer branches across the gate of the camp, blocking Ma Bao's way.

Ma Bao went all out and beat the tailbone of the war horse with the barrel of a gun. This place hurts the most. This horse is a Mongolian horse, and it can be regarded as a good BMW horse. With a neigh, the four hooves flew into the air and landed, landed and flew into the air, and jumped over Three obstacles with a height of one meter flew out of the gate of the camp.

When the Tartars opened the gate of the camp again, that is to say, removed the several antlers at the gate of the camp, a large number of Tartars on flying horses chased them out, and Ma Bao had already run out of the place of two arrows.

"Chasing! Let the arrows go, absolutely don't let this trot run away!" Azige and Shang Kexi led his pegasus to chase after him. Thousands of Qing soldiers screamed and chased after him.There was a horse race on the streets of Luoyang City.The chaotic sound of horseshoes sounded on the hard ground of the ancient city, making the ground tremble.

Ma Bao beat his horse like flying across the street, drilled into the alley, and quickly killed the gate of the city. At this time, the Qing army, which had already been reported, had deployed heavy troops at the gate of the city. Like rain.

Ma Bao knew that he would not be able to take the city gate by riding alone, even if he took him down, he would not be able to open the city, because Luoyang City is as solid as gold, with the suspension bridge outside, the big iron gate and the thousand-jin gate, these three obstacles are impossible to fly no matter what. I can't go, because the war horse doesn't have wings.

But Ma Bao can't sit still and catch him without a fight, he has already killed enough, and if he lives a little longer and kills one more, it will be a profit.

Ma Bao fought at the gate of the city for a while, and the Qing army surrounded him again. It was a sea of ​​soldiers. Even if these soldiers stood still and let him kill casually, Ma Bao would be exhausted. In desperation, Ma Bao called The horse followed the horse path to kill on the top of the city.Because the horse road was no better than flat ground, and there were fewer Qing troops gathered, Ma Bao opened a bloody road and rushed to the top of the city, but he was dumbfounded by the three-foot-high city wall. Pass.

As soon as Ma Bao, covered in blood, was exhausted after reading it, his armor was soaked through, but he must not be captured by the Qing army. These Tartars will torture the living, and they will definitely let him Life is worse than death.

In the end, Ma Bao gritted his teeth, took the horse back a few steps, and slammed the gun on the horse's buttocks. The horse neighed again, and galloped forward desperately.But the animal arrived at the edge of the city wall within a few steps. The abyss several feet high made it neigh, and the four hooves put up an emergency brake. Due to the huge inertia, the horse flew up from the horse, and then turned its head Cut down to the city...

(End of this chapter)