“Oh, wow!”The bow string was cut, the arrows from the string issued a low chant of the mahjong, more than a hundred cold stars directly in front, then can not see the specific performance of which soldier, only to see the whole of the Ming army like the dyke stagnation, the front will brush and fall down, but this is the last arrow that the Tatar can shoot.

The Ming army was pushed by a great force for survival, no one beat the drums, no one ordered the charge, so the people can not stop, the crowd slightly stagnates, it is pushed forward in the rear crowd without hesitation, a ** Servant followed, like the waves of the general engulfment, flapping forward.

The tallite blocked in the mouth of the valley is like a reef standing in the great wave, the fierce blade cut the human body, and the huge wave of impact set off the waves, but the wave is bright red.

On the hillside, the Tatar archers could no longer be suppressed, because the enemy and the two sides had been crowded into a group, stuck in the valley mouth to do a deadly struggle, they only threw down the bow and arrows, picked up the knife and gun from the hillside bunker to kill, from the two wings and the Ming army to bite into a group.

Immediately, the soldiers who could only be crowded in the back passively beaten began to rect-run the bunker under the leadership of the part of the sub-side, and rushed up the hillside to kill the back.The opening of a gap is like the overturning of the domino, the whole perfect encirclement has lost its effect, and the Tatars have rushed down.

The two semicircular flats of the cucurbit valley also carried out hand-to-hand combat at the same time, and the two narrow valley roads were people, crowded people, everyone wanted to throw away and quickly rush to the valley mouth, but almost the feet were wrapped in the flow of people slowly and raging forward.

The smell of blood spread in the cold air, the heavy snow was still flying, the sour metallic friction, and the trembling metal into the flesh alternated, and the flesh and blood painted a deplorable picture in the flying snow.

The back of the head, the front can fight the soldiers but more than a hundred people, the two sides have the dead and wounded, immediately there is a steady stream of troops rushed up, the two armies glued the place began to gradually be dead and blood piled out of a dividing line.

There were constantly clasped soldiers in the group of corpses on the ground, and those who continued to pounced had no time to distinguish between the enemy and me, and no time to help them, stepping on their bodies and blood, and the new opponent had jumped up viciously.

Wei began a spectacular crowd beat, this is a real big dogfight, soldiers do not see the general, will not see the soldiers, everyone in the hand is clenched the weapon, looking for only a pair of hostile eyes, and then roared up.

Before and after are swords and swords, from time to time there are cold arrows flying, at this time human life is absolutely equal, a general who controls a thousand troops may also be stabbed to death by a single soldier.What martial arts skills are not needed, there is no room to dodge, that is, chopping, killing!The valley is like boiling water, boiling blood red water, and the only vent is in the valley where Yangling is.

Until now, Linda's men are killing non-blinking vindants, but the "flood" is too powerful to vent, their lives are also being harvested by each other, and the opening of the valley is a matter of time.

Protect the shield of Ye and Liu Gong Gong with a round shield, a short knife, dutifully hugged them like the mouth of the valley.But the flow of people is too crowded, the Ye royale just a stumbling to the ground, there are countless feet on the ground, there are Tatars, there are humble in his eyes.

No one has time to see whether the flesh underfoot belongs to a base soldier or to a noble adult, the sword and gun of life fly before their eyes, leaving only an instinct, in order to survive and wave the weapon.

The two shield hands that tried to drag him up were just a halen waist, and the irresistible crowd was torn down, and countless feet continued to step on them, which made the other soldiers harden their hearts and never look at them again, and the whole stream, no matter the enemy or me, was completely threatened by a huge force and moved involuntarily to the mouth of the valley.

Yang Ling is stupid, in such a chaotic army, the individual is no longer brave, not to mention his physical strength is not as good as a small soldier, his instinctive response is that where there are few people, where to flee.In the shadow of the sword and the screams, the only responsibility he could remember was to tighten the horse's hand, she followed her own, and she could not escape alone.

Everyone is thinking of rushing out of the valley, and rushing out of the valley is the way of life.But Yang Ling knew that in this chaotic army he had no ability to escape to the valley, and even if he was not killed by the Tartar, his thin body would be crowded and fall to the ground by his own people, becoming a lump of flesh and mud that was trampled.

Yang Ling pulled the six godless horse piti gradually out of this torrent, ran up the hillside, with the Ming army's counterattack, the scope of fighting expanded, they only fled to a higher place.

The Tatar noticed the two men standing on the hillside, and immediately someone rushed over with a knife, reacting instinctively, killing all the hostile life.

Seeing different costumes and dressing, their instinctive response was to kill.Now the people on both sides have become the bloodthirsty and most insane creatures, and the two pairs of blood-red eyes have no reason at all, they are only instinctively looking for life and then destroying it.

Yang Ling secretly cried, and now he only had one instinct, that is, escape.The flow of people in the valley is like a rushing river, rolling and impacting each other, and as long as the momentum is thrown in, it will be photographed to pieces at once, so he can only escape higher.

After being chased by a few beastly monstrous Tatars, the two fled to the top of the mountain with all their might.At first, Yang Ling dragged the panicked horse Pupey to escape, and Yang Ling, who was exhausted when he was more than 20 feet from the top of the mountain, began to be pulled up by Ma Pian.

This body is really too lack of exercise, Yang Ling felt the heartbeat like a galloping horse, two ears roaring, the muscles of the thighs suddenly jump, the pain of suffocation makes him almost give up his life, preferring to be cut off by the Tartar.

But Ma Shui Er obviously did not think so, although her throat also issued a fairy-like appearance of the gasp, but from the meaty-like carnage shock she sobered, began to do her best to pull Yang Ling to escape.

If someone is sitting in another space to look at them now, they must think that they are watching the slow motion of the movie, the snow is dancing, a man and a woman two people slowly moving their steps in front, and a few people with a knife behind them can run a few steps to catch up, but they are also walking the same slow steps, staring at a pair of people's eyes and persistently chasing.

The two people finally ran to the top of the mountain, and when they saw the situation in front of them, they couldn't help but take a cold breath, and the last hope of escape was dashed.The ridge is narrow, and the other side of the mountain is a steep slope of nearly seventy degrees, and there is no way to escape.She desperately let go of Yang Ling's hand, looked back at the chasing Tartar, and leaned into her arms, and felt the golden krypton in her arms before leaving the city, and reached her own throat.

Yang Ling gasped and pointed at her, and he was able to breathe without even asking a word.Ma Ping's chest looked at him sharply, the shiny eyes were very complicated, she turned her eyes, saw a few filial thorns to climb to the top of the mountain, can not help but laugh, look back and look deeply at Yang Ling, and then close her eyes, tighten the krypton to their own throat stabbed.

Yang Ling's muscles were trembling because of excessive force, he was tired and did not want to move, but saw the horse's behavior, he still tried his best to pounce on the palm of his hand, "snap" at a time to beat the horse's arms, five fingers scraped over the horse's cheek.

Ma Pian was cut a blood mark on the throat by the tip of the tuk-tuk, and the golden krypton took off his hand and flew out, and the five fingerprints on his face were like.She stood there, looking at Yang Ling in amazement.Yang Ling knew that she was afraid of being ruined by the Tatar before she wanted to kill herself, and there was neither power nor time to explain.He staggered to the steep slope, although there is no road ahead, but if you want to escape, it seems that this is the only way.

Looking back and fighting with those tough Mongolian soldiers with their bare hands?Don't think he knows that the knife is over, and his good head will immediately separate from the body.He looked at this almost straight and dazzling hillside, nervously calculated the possibility of life, while soliciting his hand at Ma Piao, and hissed: “After... coughing... come here!”

Two of the pursued Tartars had climbed up the ridge, and they had only been cut in the valley for half a day, and they had consumed great strength, and now they were tired of catching up with the mountain, and they saw the situation on the top of the mountain, knowing that the two people had no way to escape in front of them, and the two Tartars put down their hearts, and they breathed with their breath with a knife, and now they also needed to restore the strength of the sword to cut people.

Two pairs of fierce eyes in front of the man and a woman, slowly, the cool color of the eyes of the two Tatars gradually, began to change into a lustful look, the two pairs of adulterous eyes like a knife "pick up" the horse's clothes, lost strength because of the male instinct began to quickly recover.

Ma's father, who was in charge of the collection of information on the collection of marigolds and guards, was a leather merchant, and often dealt with the Tatar tribes.From a young age, Ma Pili has heard that the Tatar tribes are constantly fighting for survival in order to occupy the grasslands of the beautiful grasslands.I have heard that the wife and daughter of the conquered have been abused by the female slaves.The woman fell into the hands of these savages, and was worth less than a single animal, and the end was worse than falling into hell.

Ma Pili saw the two bodies standing almost as thick, like a wild-looking Tartar man's eyes, can not help but be smart to fight a cold war, her only choice is to run to Yang Ling, just want to leave a whole body, it jumped down the mountain to the beast's belly, how can it be better than to be practiced to death.