Brocade legend

Chapter 92 It's Not Too Late
"Ah!!!" The Mongolian soldier screamed in pain. It turned out that just after he turned around, the woman jumped up and bit his leg fiercely!

The Mongolian soldier was furious, turned around cursing in Mongolian, drew out the scimitar, and slashed...

"Buzz!" A string sounded, and a sharp arrow flew towards him, splashing a flower of blood, which penetrated into the Mongolian soldier's body.

The Mongolian soldier was taken a few steps aside by the force of the arrow, and then fell limply to the ground.

In the distance, Zhang Ju, who was galloping towards him, tapped the horse's hindquarters with his bow angrily.

It turned out that Zhang Ju, who was still half a mile away just now, used the keen gaze passed down by the "Condor Shooter", just in time to see the woman rushing forward to bite the Mongolian soldier.

Zhang Ju had no time to think about it, he drew the bow and drew the arrow, and before the bow was loaded, the Mongolian soldier had already drawn out the scimitar screaming, Zhang Ju had no time to aim, and shot the arrow out by feeling.

It's a pity that it's still half a step late...

Now, the cavalry of the Xuanfu Army had rushed into the village first, they dispersed the Mongolian soldiers, and then fought hard to kill them.

They wanted to hold back the Mongolian soldiers so that the Mongolian army could not form an effective formation, and only waited for the Xuanfu infantry from behind to arrive, leaving all the Mongolians in this place where they were soaked in evil.

Zhang Ju quickly set up his bow and shot arrows, constantly rushing towards the woman.

He fought for a while, and finally rushed over.

……

The woman's neck was cut in half, and blood spurted out half a meter away.

She fell heavily to the ground, blood flowed into a river, and the blood soaked her black hair.

Her eyes had dimmed, but a smile leaked from the corner of her mouth.

The moment before she died, she was happy.

Zhang Ju didn't know whether she was happy that she had the courage to fight back with an eye at the last moment before she died, or she was happy that where she fell, she could see the Mongolian soldier who was shot by Zhang Ju and died not far away.

Zhang Ju didn't know, because it was already late, if he could come half a quarter earlier... half an hour earlier... half a day earlier...

He finally understood why Mr. Lu insisted on coming immediately...

Zhang Ju is half Mongolian, so he knows very well that the individual combat ability of Mongolian soldiers far exceeds that of ordinary Ming soldiers.

Therefore, as an officer of the Ming Dynasty, he understood General Li Jin's suggestion very well. He knew that the suggestion had the greatest chance of winning and was the most reasonable.

Even, for a moment, he was also thinking, yes...it was already too late anyway, why bother to take the risk and expand the casualties, leaving more Pao Ze's life behind?
But at this moment, he suddenly understood, suddenly understood that Lu Bing, Mr. Lu... is different from other Ming soldiers and officials.

yes!Although this is late, if we can come here, at least a few can be saved, even if we can't save one, at least the next village can be saved, if we lose our lives here...we are soldiers!The duty of a soldier is to defend the country, and the destination of a soldier is a shroud of horse leather!

If you can't protect the people of Ming Dynasty, how can you get the military salary?How did you wear the military uniform?How can you be a soldier of Ming Dynasty!
At this moment, Zhang Ju's slickness from the military town was washed by this woman's blood.

He seemed to have seen the scene when his mother's family, a whole family, was slaughtered.

At this moment, he picked up what he had lost and became more determined.

Zhang Ju was riding on a horse with his upper body straight. He looked around and wanted to find a place with the most Mongolian soldiers and kill them in order to save more people.

At this moment, he saw not far away, a place covered by straw mats and tattered clothes, trembling slightly.

He drove his horse over and killed two Mongolian soldiers by the way.

He stopped the horse and slightly raised the straw mat with the tip of his knife.

He saw first, a pair of big shiny eyes.

Then saw another pair of terrified glasses.

A little boy, with his back to Zhang Ju, turned his head vigorously, looked at Zhang Ju, but twisted his body, wrapping his body tightly around a smaller little girl.

The boy's eyes were full of begging, while the little girl's eyes were sneaking through his brother's arms, looking at Zhang Ju curiously.

Zhang Ju jumped off the horse and walked towards the child.

The obvious Mongolian features on Zhang Ju's face made the boy even more frightened and hugged the little girl tighter and tighter.

The little boy was shaking his head, constantly shaking his head, shaking his head desperately.The trembling lips made an incomprehensible begging sound for mercy, and tears were about to overflow from the eyes.

Zhang Ju slowed down, he wanted to open his mouth and say, "I am a Ming soldier, not a Mongol, don't be afraid." But for some reason, his throat felt dry and tight.Nothing more than a few meaningless "ahhh" sounds.

At this moment, a Mongolian soldier discovered the gap and secretly touched Zhang Ju from behind.

The Mongolian soldiers got closer and closer, slowly raised their swords, and were about to pounce on them.

At this critical moment, Zhang Ju saw the change in the little girl's eyes, looked intently, and saw the reflection in the little girl's big eyes!
Before Zhang Ju could turn around, he held the long arrow upside down, leaned back, and knelt down on one knee. The long arrow in his hand pierced the Mongolian soldier's stomach fiercely, and inserted obliquely into the internal organs.

The scimitar held high by the Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground with a clatter.

Blood flowed down the arrow shaft to Zhang Ju's hand, and Zhang Ju let go of the arrow shaft.

When the little boy saw that the Mongols were going to kill Zhang Ju, he realized that the military uniform on Zhang Ju was different from that of the Mongols. The gleaming armor was only owned by the officers of the Ming Dynasty.

The little boy relaxed a little, but still hugged his sister tightly.

Zhang Ju stretched out his hand to comfort the little boy, but just as he stretched out his hand, he saw plasma on his hand.

Seeing the little boy and the little girl looking at his hands, Zhang Ju smiled awkwardly, and wiped them on the clothes behind him.

At this moment, seeing Zhang Ju wiping his hands with a silly smile, the little girl seemed to see something interesting, and she giggled out loud.

Zhang Ju stared blankly at the smiling little girl, and when he heard that laughter, his heart felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer.

The next moment, Zhang Ju smiled...

That woman is late, but we are still here, we will not be late when we come, and there will be hope, new hope!

Zhang Ju stood up and covered the two children with the straw mat again.

Holding the bow tightly, he pulled out three long arrows from the quiver behind his back with one hand. He stood with his back to the straw mat covering the child, facing the sun, and shot down one after another, passing by or escaping. Or the Mongolian soldiers who rushed here.

Soon, more than a dozen corpses fell around him, and the Mongolian soldiers stopped coming this way and went around one after another.

Zhang Ju looked back.

I was seeing two pairs of bright glasses, looking at myself through the gap in the straw mat.

One of the big eyes is obviously smiling...

(End of this chapter)