Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Murihu finished, Zhang Tianfu, Cai Qishi and the others also played.

Yue Le didn't need anyone to report the news, and he also knew that he had reached the last minute. In sight, groups of Ming troops in red military uniforms are coming here from the west.

"Grab that hill, hurry up!"

Yue Le pointed to the top of a hill on the right, and ordered Soribai and his own Gosh Ha to quickly seize it. Although he didn't know if there was a way out behind the mound, he knew that it was the only chance he could escape.

The remnants of the Qing army, led by the lame commander Soribai, rushed to the top of the mound. On the **** were the first guard gunmen of the Third Town Brigade. When they found that the Qing army was charging forward, the fire guns rang in unison. The Qing army in front of them immediately rolled over, but more Qing troops rushed forward. The gunmen who were too late to refill the medicine immediately retreated to the top of the mound.

"Get off the horse, rush over, don't let Tartar rush up!"

"Guo Mude, leave it to you, I and Na Mutu go up!"

When they found that the Qing army was attacking the top of the hill in large numbers, the An army made Wu Chongshan jump off his horse. When Na Mutu saw it, he turned over, and the two led more than a hundred Mongolian troops up the hill on the left, and rushed to the top of the mound at the same time as the Qing army. Looking down from the slope, it looks like the two armies are racing desperately.

"Uncle, An envoy, don't worry! Shoot, shoot them to death!"

Erdemuni, whose Chinese name was Guo Mude, listened to Wu An's order, and also got off his horse and commanded the rest of the Mongolian army to bow and shoot. There was a rain of arrows, and the Qing army, who was still struggling to support, suddenly turned on its back. Seeing that a Manchurian Gosh Hapo was brave and shot three of his own in a row, Erdemuni was furious and ordered the Manchu soldiers to be shot to death. Six or seven Mongolian soldiers immediately turned their arrows and let go of their bowstrings at the Manchu soldiers. But the full soldiers were also clever, and their magic hands were also quick.

Pushing the corpse of the Han army with several arrows in it to the side, the man soldier was about to pick up his big bow, but as soon as he fell down, there was a whistling sound coming from his ears. When Man Bing froze, he had to bow down in front of him to avoid the arrow, but the arrow was already in his throat, and he knelt down heavily.

With one arrow to kill the full soldiers, Erdemuni was very excited. Seeing that the Qing army in front was dodging their bows and arrows everywhere, he shouted, abandoned the bow and held the knife and rushed forward to fight the Qing soldiers hand-to-hand.

On the other side, Fan Daan and other Taiping army officers also found a large number of Qing troops snatching the top of the hill on the right slope. As soon as the brigade school Thousand Household Jude shouted for reinforcements, hundreds of Taiping soldiers rushed to the top of the hill.

On the top of the hill, the retreating gunmen quickly loaded their medicine, either standing, or half-kneeling, and desperately firing their guns downward. Dozens of Taiping troops with bows also came from the other side under the leadership of the Anjun envoy Lu Yi, and their arrows whizzed down against the hilly ground. The smoke from the explosion of the thunderbolt filled the entire top of the mound. The Qing army was killed and wounded in large numbers, and Yue Le's Goshha was left with only a dozen or so people. The lame Tutong Suo Libai was also injured by gravel on the other leg. Now he couldn't even walk, and his hands were firmly inserted into the mud. In the middle, he stared at the top of the hill several feet away, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Namutu and Wu Chongshan led the Mongolian army to arrive, and they inserted into the Qing army team climbing the **** from the left diagonal, and hundreds of Taiping troops on the other side also arrived in time. The two men and horses were fighting on this half slope, and all kinds of shouts sounded in a ball.

Suo Libai and the others were unable to capture the top of the hill, and now they couldn't even get down. The Taiping army had arrived quickly on the official road behind, and even the sound of hoofs sounded, Yue Le knew that everything was over. He touched his beloved mount, took out the sword that his father King Abathai had given him, and dashed toward the rear. He is a descendant of the Aisin Gioro family, he will not commit suicide, he will only die in battle.

In the distance, the King of Horses and Harriers, the auxiliary ministers, led more than a hundred guards and personal soldiers on horseback. After the ambush began, he had been sitting on the sidelines, and until now, there was no place for him.

The order Ma Yaozi received was to capture Yue Le alive.

Capture alive, this is a very difficult task, because the opponent is the Prince of Manchuria.

On the official road ahead, there are still defeated Qing soldiers struggling in the corner. Ma Yazi single-handedly rammed into it like this. Su Na, who was coming from behind, saw Ma Yazi's spear flying like a dragon from a distance. In a flash, he had already slammed into the Qing army in front of him. , the spear has passed, it is really invincible.

"Ma Yaozi's prestige has not diminished back then!"

Zhang Huangyan and Zhou Shixiang also arrived on horseback, but Master Shang Shu's horsemanship is really common. A few days ago, he had torn his thighs because of the overnight journey, so it would be very painful to bump and bump on the horse. But Lord Shangshu didn't feel the pain in his crotch at all, instead he was very emotional when he saw Wang Fuchen who was like Changshan Zhao Zilong advancing all the way in the Qing army. Although he had never dealt with Wang Fuchen, how could he not know about the battle of Datong when Jiang Xiang was anyway.

Wang. Fuchen's personal guards include full soldiers and Mongolian soldiers, but most of them are Han soldiers. They are all heroes trained by him. Although they come from all over the world, although their backgrounds are different, they are under the guidance of Wang Fuchen. , These soldiers who didn't even know how to ride a horse have now become heroes on horseback.

"Kill Tartar, kill Tartar!"

The Han soldiers were calling, the Manchu soldiers were calling, and the Mongolian soldiers were calling. The leader Ma Yazi was admired by his subordinates like a **** of war, and also made those Qing troops terrified.

Yue Le rode his horse across the defeated soldiers, his sword was stained with blood, not the blood of the Ming army, but the blood of the Han army. Because they blocked Prince An's way to die calmly.

Horse Harrier!

Yue Le saw Wang Fuchen, but he was only stunned for a moment, and then went up to him with his sword.

At this moment, there is nothing that can surprise Prince An anymore. Jiang Ning has the Ming army under his eyes, and there are Mongolian soldiers in the Ming army. These impossible facts have completely subverted Prince An's cognition, so one more The Harrier has nothing left. Even when Wu Sangui and Hong Chengchou appeared here, Prince An would not frown.

Yue Le's princely attire is recognizable, and it is very similar to Azige in Datong City.

Wang. Fuchen is confident that no one can escape the blow of his spear, not even the Prince of Manzhou!

He waved his spear and shouted, "Kill!" He rode up on his horse, his eyes full of killing intent, but he was thinking about how to capture Yue Le.

Ma Yaozi came straight, and seeing his posture, he didn't take himself in his eyes at all, Yue Le snorted slightly and hit his horse to meet him. It is said that the horse is invincible, but he wants to see how powerful this Han is!

"My lord!"

Xie Ling Haitong A and a few Han troops were oppressed by the Taiping army on the side of the road and could not move, but when they saw Yiming rushing towards Prince An with a gun, he immediately rushed up with blood, shouted and rushed out, desperately grabbing the half of his hand. Cut off the spear and throw it at the oncoming Harrier!

Ma Yaozi didn't even look at it, the spear shook forward with a spear, and the half-cut spear was thrown to the side. The soldier clutched his neck and fell straight down without humming.

Ma Yaozi was furious and threw the spear at Haitong. Haitong A used all his strength to dodge the fatal blow, but the shot still slammed into his shoulders and pinned him to the side of the slope, screaming in agony.

When Yue Le saw that Ma Yaozi lost his famous spear, he was actually overjoyed, leaning halfway, slashing towards Ma Yaozi with a knife. The bare-handed Ma Yaozi jumped up from the horse, avoided Yue Le's knife, and threw his entire body towards Yue Le.

With a "thump", Yue Le and Wang Fuchen fell from their horses at the same time. Yue Le is at the bottom, Wang Fuchen is at the top. After landing, Yue Le only felt that his internal organs were shaken out, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. Wang Fuchen pressed his body heavily on him, making him unable to move. Yue Le was unwilling to be captured and wanted to commit suicide by biting his tongue, but Wang Fuchen slapped him in the face with a heavy punch. Yue Le snorted, dismounted and fell off, unable to close his mouth.

Ma Yaozi suddenly turned over and stood up, but behind him was a Qing army slashing at his back with a knife. With a swinging leg, he kicked the knife off the soldier's hand. The soldier's long knife let go, but he didn't have any fear. He just stared at Ma Yazi with blood-red eyes, and he didn't mean to give in and be afraid.

Ma Yaozi sneered, stepped forward and slammed the soldier to the ground, then pulled out his saber and stabbed it hard. The sharp blade severed the soldier's ribs, slammed through his chest, and smashed him hard. Nailed to the ground!

Holding Yue Le, who was like a dead pig, in his hand, Ma Yaozi gave the Han army a "bah" and scolded: "Dorgon and Azige can't kill Laozi, how old are you!"

Ahem, if you each give a dollar as a reward, Bones will not be able to sleep tonight and finish writing about Nanjing. (To be continued.)