The Soldier of the Ming Dynasty

For a moment, Duan Xiliang also responded and threw the steel knife in his hand to Li Yuanqing, saying, "adult, take the knife."

Li Yuanqing steadily caught the steel knife and looked at the Han Army Flag soldier coldly, "do you want to come too?"

The Han Army Flag soldier was scared to urinate. He threw his weapon on the ground. "No, don't kill me. Don't kill me."

With that, he rolled back.

90% of the military bravery of the soldiers in the banner of the Han army was based on the military bravery of the true slave soldiers, and another 10% was won over by high officials and high salaries in the later Jin Dynasty.

But at this time, Li Yuanqing killed a white armor and a red armor one after another, which completely scared the soldiers of the Han Army flag. Even the real slave was not the opponent of the Ming army general on the opposite side. Wasn't he killed when he went up?

Looking at the back of the soldier who was about to enter the ice wall, Li Yuanqing suddenly gave a cold smile and suddenly chopped his back.

The soldier of the Han Army flag had no idea that Li Yuanqing would suddenly attack from behind. Although he was protected by armor, Li Yuanqing's attack was so heavy that he could hardly break his internal organs. He staggered violently and fell to the ground with blood flowing out of his mouth. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and fell on the ground for a moment Go ahead.

"Dog, who dares to come?" Li Yuanqing raised his head and roared.

Behind the ice wall, these Han Army flag soldiers realized that something was wrong, but they didn't know what was going on. After seeing the body of the hapless Han Army Flag soldier, they realized that something had really changed.

The two real slaves who took the lead were already dead. For a time, these soldiers of the Han Army Flag were neither advancing nor retreating. They were in a daze.

Li Yuanqing vomited a long breath of turbid gas.

As the old saying goes, evil people have to grind them.

If the opponent is strong, you have to be stronger than him. This is the simplest and most direct way to solve the problem. Otherwise, even if you detour 10000 times, you still can't change the essence.

This ice wall and the big tree is the only exit for these rear Jin troops. As long as they are stuck here, Li Yuanqing will not worry about them escaping.

However, after two fierce battles in succession, Li Yuanqing's chest and abdomen were full of blood, and his whole body was boiling with heat. Even though the weather was extremely cold, Li Yuanqing could not feel it at all.

"My Lord." Seeing that the other side did not move, Duan Xiliang hurriedly took people to meet him, for fear that there was a cold arrow coming over.

Li Yuanqing tightly held the steel knife in his hand and calmed his mood a little. He said to Duan Xiliang, "step back and let them out."

Li Yuanqing used his own performance to boost the morale of these soldiers. At this time, the weather was freezing and the weather was bad. He just went all out to clean up the Tartars.

The soldiers quickly stepped back seven or eight steps, and Li Yuanqing stepped aside, leaving enough space behind the ice wall.

At this time, the wounded Nuzhen nobleman, accompanied by several real slaves and a dozen Han Army flag soldiers, came to the back of the ice wall.

The leading Daizi was stunned at the scene when he saw more than a dozen Han Army flag soldiers serving as vanguards in front of him. His face did not change and he asked a few questions in slave language.

The leading soldiers of the Han Army Flag quickly reported the situation to him in a low voice.

The son of this generation looks gloomy and asks the Nuzhen aristocrat behind him.

Nuzhen nobleman looked at the night sky and said coldly, "rush out."

"Yes."

For a moment, the son of this generation led by himself. Behind him, a leader, two white armor, three red armor, and several waistcoats followed him and quickly rushed to the back of the snow wall.

More than 20 soldiers of the Han Army Flag saw the master move, and they also quickly picked up their weapons and followed their master.

Li Yuanqing, who was behind the ice wall, could not help but coldly said to the soldiers around him: "boys, it's time to fight hard. Give me your family skills. "

As soon as he had finished speaking, the generation had already rushed out with others.

There is no nonsense on both sides, just like two asteroids that can't get around the track at all and collide violently together.

The space behind the ice wall is extremely narrow. This generation realized this problem in an instant. As he rushed forward, he yelled at his back, "go up. Disperse them. "

When Li Minggang's body is red, they can see the meaning of the battle.

All of them were dressed in armour, and their martial arts were extraordinary. However, Li Yuanqing had brought up the morale of the Ming army, and they could not resist the death. They were entangled with these real slaves, which firmly oppressed their space, making the soldiers behind the Han Army Flag unable to rush out to help them.

But after all, there was a huge gap in strength. In a moment, more than a dozen Ming soldiers fell under the knives of these real slaves.

Li Yuanqing was just about to break his mind. However, this situation has already shown the tendency of mixed battles. It is no longer the time to show his personal bravery, so he has to cry out desperately, "give me the top."

Li Yuanqing exclaimed, but he was busy winking at Duan Xiliang.He had noticed for a long time that the son with a red tassel on his head was the core of the real slave. All people fought with him.

Duan Xiliang immediately understood what Li Yuanqing meant. If he killed the son of this generation, he would win half of the battle.

For a moment, Duan Xiliang roared and flew to the front door of this generation.

The son of this generation was entangled with a Ming army soldier. With a knife, he laid the Ming army soldier to the ground. Seeing the cold light flash in front of him, he didn't dare to be careless and quickly raised his knife to block it.

In an instant, "stab" sound, Duan Xiliang's steel knife has been severely split in this generation's knife.

Although Duan Xiliang was not tall and young, after following Li Yuanqing, he ate well and practiced enough. He was almost one size larger than before, which was very Dun shaped, and was no different from ordinary Tartars.

Seeing that one blow failed, Duan Xiliang quickly took back the steel knife, and with a backhand knife, he cleaved to the chest and abdomen of this generation.

The son of this generation sneered. He could see that Duan Xiliang was a good player in the Ming army. However, his martial arts skills were too young.

He also does not dodge, backhand a knife, straight to Duan Xiliang's heart.

Duan Xiliang was shocked. The son of this generation was covered with iron armour. With his own knife, he could hurt the internal organs of this generation at most, but it would never be fatal. However, the knife of this generation could end his life in an instant.

But the matter has been so far, there is no room for maneuver, he can only bite his teeth to the top, even if he can not kill the son of this generation, but also let his chest and abdomen rupture, to buy time for the adults behind him.

At this critical moment, Li Yuanqing suddenly jumped high, together with the weight of the whole body, straight to the son of this generation.

With previous combat experience, Li Yuanqing deeply understood that all these real slaves were extremely strong and had fine armor to protect themselves. In such a tangle, the Ming army was not their opponent at all. The most direct way was to fight hand to hand and kill them with their own bodies as weapons.

The son of this generation had already wanted to succeed in Duan Xiliang, but Li Yuanqing's sudden attack forced him to withdraw his steel knife to deal with Li Yuanqing.

But he didn't expect that Duan Xiliang had already held the heart of death, that is to die with him.

Before he could step back and stagger the space, Li Yuanqing and Duan Xiliang arrived one after another.

Duan Xiliang stabbed him in the chest with a knife. Regardless of whether he was hurt or not, Duan Xiliang swung his fist and hit him in the face.

This generation of son chest pain, it is hard to say, want to avoid, but Li Yuanqing has hit him heavily.

Li Yuanqing is tall and strong. With his thick cotton padded jacket and leather armour on his body at this time, he has to weigh at least 1780 Jin. In addition, he has a huge inertia. This is more harmful than Duan Xiliang's knife.

In an instant, Li Yuanqing and Duan Xiliang made "roujiamo", but in a moment, he reacted, biting his teeth and bumping Duan Xiliang's face with his head.

Duan Xiliang and he almost face to face, can't avoid at all. In an instant, he was hit by the helmet of his generation and his face was covered with blood.

But the ferocity of this generation not only didn't make Duan Xiliang retreat, but also aroused his blood. He did not care about anything else. He roared and choked his son's neck with both hands.

The son of this generation is anxious and angry, just want to resist, but suddenly feel the pain of crunching the heart.

At this time, Li Yuanqing, who threw himself on his body, had already drawn out the dagger in his boots and stabbed him fiercely into his wrists.

"Ah..."

Even though the son of this generation is invincible, he is flesh and blood after all. The sharp pain in the leg bend makes him look like a "back brace" and raise his head instinctively.

Duan Xiliang was not willing to let go of such an opportunity. He took his own head and hit his son's head fiercely.

The son of this generation raised his face, which was very strong. In a moment, his face was covered with blood and his eyes could not be opened. He roared like a wild animal.

At this time, Li Yuanqing also eased his mind, fiercely pulled out the dagger with the crooked leg, and stabbed the dagger into the lower crotch of the joint gap under his armor.

At this time, Duan Xiliang had already got up, grabbed his head with both hands, and sat on his head with his buttocks, and twisted back violently.

In an instant, the whole world is quiet.

All this happened between the electric light and flint. Seeing the death of this generation, Li Yuanqing exclaimed, "Xiliang, that white armor."

Said, a roll, suddenly a knife, straight to the side of a white armor ankle.

Duan Xiliang also responded. With a ferocious smile, he swung his knife at the ear door of the white armor.

Bai Jia was entangled with two Ming soldiers and had already rushed into the battle line of the Ming army. Unexpectedly, someone attacked from behind and from the side at the same time. He quickly drew out his iron hook to deal with it.

But at this time, it was too late. Li Yuanqing's steel knife cut his ankle in an instant, and cut off his bone and one of his feet.

This white armour pain of whoa whoa, body instinctively lose balance, just want to fall to roll, at this time, Duan Xiliang's steel knife has been severely split on his helmet.In an instant, he just felt that the sky was whirling around, his chest and abdomen seemed to burst open, and he spat out a large pool of blood donation in his mouth. He fell on the ground in pain, and there was no life left.

Li Yuanqing didn't want to let go of such an opportunity. He got up and called out, "kill Tartars."

As soon as the son of this generation died, zhennu was also flustered. They had already rushed too far into the Ming army.

Under the cry of Li Yuanqing, the morale of the Ming army was greatly improved, and they were surrounded and exterminated crazily towards these real slaves, and they were submerged in an instant.

At this time, the Han Army flag soldiers behind the snow wall showed their heads. Before they could see the state clearly, they were forced into battle by the Nuzhen nobles behind them.

But at this time, several real slaves in the Ming army crowd had already been chopped into meat paste.

Having done away with the real slaves, how can the Ming soldiers still have the slightest fear in the face of these Han Army flag soldiers? The wind and the clouds were rushing towards them.

Pity these soldiers of Han Army flag. Before they could see what happened, they were surrounded by soldiers of Ming army.

"The real slaves are all dead. Who are you working for, dog traitors?" Duan Xiliang drank a lot.

These Han Army flag soldiers had already fallen into chaos. Hearing this, they fell into a state of collapse and were chopped down by the Ming army soldiers.