Chapter 641: Chase and escape

"Damn Tartars, my little grandfather hasn't seen the Grandmaster yet!"

A spearman held the gun hard and poked hard among a pile of corpses. His comrades around him also cursed, "The Tartars, even if they die, they will be affected by the burden." In the pile of corpses, a serious injury was not dead.

The Bayala soldier opened his eyes wide in anger, and blood kept flowing out of the corners of his eyes. He was soon twitched by several spears, and his legs were kicked off.

Two hours later, noon.

Under the escort of his personal soldiers, Ma Cheng walked to a broken tree and stopped to admire Jirgalang's death. This Beller died extremely miserably and was blocked by a big tree as thick as a bucket.

Pressed, even his stomach was flattened, and his whole body grew longer. His mouth and eyes were crooked and stained with dry black blood. His tongue was spit out, his eyes staring at Ma Cheng as if he was unwilling to accept it.

The people who hang themselves to death are almost the same, but they should be much more painful.

Outside the guard circle, a battalion officer slapped several subordinates on the forehead.

The battalion officer slapped and scolded: "Look, look, a few elm heads, don't you know if you stuff your tongue back!"

"I don't know if I close my eyelids and stare at the dead, whom are you looking at!"

Several soldiers were slapped by Shangguan, and one of the brave men muttered to protest: "The head of the camp, the Grand Marshal is Wu Quxing descending to earth. I have never seen any scene!"

"Yes, the general is still the bravest of the three armies, and the late emperor criticized it!"

The battalion officer thought about this and grinned and laughed. The general was also a man who had experienced many battles and was the best in the three armies, and he was afraid of a dead face.

In front, Ma Cheng looked at a dead face and smiled happily, "Let's behead."

A personal soldier strode over, pulled out his waist knife and owled his head, pulled his braid and lifted it up, and raised it high, and the Ming army all over the mountains cheered wildly.

At the same time, Mazhai.

Zhang Yi stepped on the wooden fence with one foot, and in a thousand miles of mirror, the soldiers attacking the mountain were holding simple weapons and farm tools, crying and crossing the trenches and being knocked down one by one by one by one by one. The two trenches were actually filled with corpses.

There were also incomplete corpses lying outside the trench.

"It's a sin!"

Zhang Yi looked at a bald Jurchen boy with a small braid and was shot, cried and crawled forward, and couldn't help but mutter.

"Daishan, this old dog, is a sin!"

Zhang Yi put down the Qianlijing and suddenly rushed towards the cannon building, cursing: "Start the cannon, fire the cannon, how slowly it looks!"

The reprimanded gunner hurriedly poured a large bucket of cold water on it, cleaned the cannon chamber, and rumbling, and the sound of cannons like muffled thunder kept ringing. The shells carried powerful kinetic energy, dragging white smoke through the low altitude, smashing the chaotic old and weak Jianzhou

In the queue, several old men with gray hair were blown away on the spot, with no bones left, and the hot shells bounced up, smashing a bloody path in the large group of Jianzhou people.

Bai Huanzhang rolled his eyes when he saw it. Mr. Zhang, the former general manager of the camp, was just smiling.

While cursing Dai Shan for committing evil, he used cannons, muskets, and various weapons to reap the lives of the people of Jianzhou without any mercy. How could he have ever been merciless?

Zhang Yi ran over again, raised the Qianli Mile Mile and muttered: "There are still a few young ladies here, tsk, it's a sin!"

Bai Huanzhang couldn't help but laugh and scolded: "Stop talking, Brother Zhang, I feel panic!"

Zhang Yi put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile and said dryly: "Are you a scholar who is merciful?"

Bai Huanzhang swallowed his saliva and said angrily: "There is not much gunpowder anymore, save some money. We are tired of fighting for a long time now, and it is dangerous to be bullied."

Zhang Yi looked at the old and weak Jianzhou who were defeated by a round of artillery fire and said disdainfully: "So what if you bully it, it's a mob!"

Bai Huanzhang kept silent. After all, he was a person who had read the books of sages. Seeing the old and weak Jianzhou being caught up by Daishan like a wild dog, and being slaughtered by his own mercilessly intensive firepower, he felt a little reluctant, but this was also

Human nature.

How could Zhang Yi not know what he was thinking? He chuckled and said, "You have been in the army for a short time. After a while, I became accustomed to it. I couldn't bear to look at it, so I went back to the account and rested."

Bai Huanzhang didn't want to be looked down upon by him and said calmly: "I understand the truth, this is a battle to exterminate the clan. Ruthlessness may not be a true hero. How can Lianzi not be a husband?"

Zhang Yi laughed at the ear: "It's so terrible, it's a mess."

Bai Huanzhang's face became firm and said firmly: "You don't understand the thunderous means of being compassionate in your heart."

Zhang Yi laughed dryly, but he understood a little. Isn’t the compassionate heart of scholars? That’s fake compassion. Naturally, this will not be said and offended.

While the two were chatting, the Jianzhou army, which was suppressed by Wuwu ten miles away, retreated.

The two of them raised their thousand-mile mirrors at the same time, watched the Jianzhou army set off in groups, and retreated without looking back.

Zhang Yi murmured to himself: "This is the handsome man who succeeded!"

Bai Huanzhang agreed: "If this is the case, Jirgalang's army is mostly over. Where is Daishan retreating? Is Hetuara City?"

Zhang Yi smiled unrestrainedly and said, "Go to heaven and earth, I must keep an eye on it."

With a command, the flag was waving from the watchtower in the village. Yehe camp, who was wandering around the outside, quickly chased after Daishan's army. These Jianzhou army gathered by Daishan changed from 10,000 to 30,000.

, and then changed from 30,000 to 50,000, and finally gathered a large army of 100,000, all the old and weak, making Ye He camp wandering around fearless and bitten it with murderous intent, all the old and weak were afraid that he would do.

Zhang Yi and Bai Huanzhang understood the plan of the Grand Marshal, and they wanted to gather the people of Jianzhou and annihilate them. However, Dai Shan was very cooperative and actually gathered all the people of Jianzhou within a radius of hundreds of miles.

When he arrived at the old village, the whole family was driven by light cavalry. Daishan also had his own difficulties. His army was about to lose food, so he could only rely on robbing Jianzhou people to supply himself, so he simply did it even more ruthlessly.

Some of them kept rushing to die.

As the army gradually drifted away, Zhang Yisenran ordered: "Tell me to order me to chase me!"

The Ming army in Mazhai went out to camp one after another, and the light cavalry went to Fushun and Yehe City to convey messages. The brigade turned over and followed the Jianlu army from afar, slowly approaching towards Hetuara Mountain City.

The camp of the Later Jin Dynasty was in the marching formation.

Dai Shan's face was a little pale and had an angina pectoris. He sent a few light cavalry to Zaotu Mountain to run back, saying that there had been no shouting for killing in Zaotu Mountain for two days and nights, and there was no sign of fierce fighting. Dai Shan was shocked first and woke up quickly

, His 100,000 army is always worried about destruction. What kind of things are his 100,000 troops, and his 100,000 to 30,000. The rest are all old and weak. How can he deal with the Ming army like a tiger or a wolf?

When the Ming army attacked in the Zaotu Mountain, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Chapter completed!