Chapter 942: Rebound

Nanxia and Beixia, the Oirat soldiers blocked at the entrance of the valley attacked the mountain frantically.

The north of the valley entrance guarded the Jinzhou army that dismounted and fought in the field. They shot platoons from a high place. The Oirats collided with blood in the heads of Beixia. They gathered in large numbers to Nanxia. The top of Nanxia was on the front line, and the troops were not intact.

He was repeatedly attacked by the Oirat troops and fell into a bloody battle.

Outside the valley, Zu Dashou stood on the hillside, and below were Jinzhou soldiers who were deploying defenses based on the mountain.

The light cavalry of Jinzhou Army rushed to Hongshixia to set up defenses and blocked them layer by layer. Zu Dashou was also a veteran general, asserting that the Oirats could not last tonight. In the lower end, Lu Changhai was sweating profusely, and the sweat flowed on the wound that had not yet healed, and it hurts so much.

But with one hundred and twenty hearts, Qingjian County Tuanzheng is now at the forefront, and he is not sure whether he can defend it.

More than 2,000 people, after this battle, every family in Qingjian County must have worn mourning.

It would be fine if you win, but if you lose, the Qingjian County Group Training will most likely be cut off, which means you will be wailing everywhere.

Lu Changhai looked up at the Zu Damamasa, and repeatedly wanted to ask for help but he held it hard. He was still a little confident in front of the Zu Damasasa.

"superior!"

Lu Changhai made up his mind and dragged his injured leg to lead more than 500 Qingjian to train, climb the mountain, and rush to the front line.

More than 500 regiments trained the people and searched the guys, making noises, and climbed up the mountain with their hands and feet.

Zu Dashou couldn't help laughing and said, "It's a bit interesting, he's a hero!"

On both sides, a group of Jinzhou generals laughed and praised him.

The smile was restrained, and Zu Dashou's eyes flashed with a bright light, and he said heroically: "Zhu snatched food from his mouth, he is so brave. He is a mule or a horse. Go for a walk!"

Lu Changhai heard it without saying a word, and he turned his heart to lead five hundred Qingjian children to climb the mountain.

Below, a general from Jinzhou grinned: "This place in Shaanxi has a strong folk custom!"

Zu Dashou pinched his beard and refused to comment, but he agreed in his heart that the tough folk customs in Shaanxi are almost comparable to those in Liaodong. If the people are used well, this is the best source of military troops. If they are not used well, it is the source of civil strife. How to deal with it

It all depends on Lord Sun's methods.

On the mountain, in a bloody battle.

Qingjian Tuanlian, who had poor weapons, was under great pressure. Lu Changhai almost got an arrow as soon as he reached the top of the mountain. He hurriedly hid behind a tree. The arrows were raining on the hillside, and a large number of Oirat soldiers climbed halfway through their hands and feet.

On the mountainside, he took off the bow behind him and squeezed into a ball to shoot arrows on the mountain. After two thousand groups of trains, he suffered major casualties and was suppressed behind several stone troughs.

"Throw the spear!"

In addition to stones, Qingjian Group's weapons to fight back also have a large number of temporary short spears. The weapons were not complete. These shoddy short spears were made in large quantities. This is the real original battle formation. When an emergency situation is completed, the bellows are set up to burn them.

Start the fire, melt the scrap iron of the iron pot and cast it into a spearhead, polish it a little and then insert a stick. This is a powerful tool to guard the mountain.

"Throw the spear!"

Amid the howling, some brave young people gritted their teeth and stood up, and put all their strength into throwing out short spears.

Puchi puff!

Amid the screams, the short spears falling from the sky pierced the Oirat soldiers and stabbed them. At the same time, the Tuanjian also fell down more than a dozen, but dozens of Oirat soldiers were nailed to death. The so-called natural danger is to attack the uprising.

One side was extremely unfavorable. Thousands of Oirat soldiers were crowded on the uncovered hillside, crowded with people, pulling bows and shooting arrows in an extremely awkward posture, looking at the short spear falling from the sky, the stone could not dodge, howling, watching

He was smashed to death and penetrated.

The crazy howling was sandwiched with the cry of despair, but it was impossible to move forward and backward.

Short spears flew out, screaming and howling, one by one, and the arrows shot by the Oirats immediately became sparse. Lu Changhai took the opportunity to roll behind the stone wall and was almost tripped by a wounded soldier.

The young man was not young at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and was spitting blood in his chest. Lu Changhai looked at the dying young man and remembered his beloved son at home. The little bastard actually learned to run away from home.

Lu An climbed out of the yard in the middle of the night and left a book on the bed saying that he had joined the army.

The seriously injured young man vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, panted, slowly opened his eyes wide, calming his chest, and swallowed. Lu Changhai's eyes darkened, and the wound broke and burned, and it hurt. But there was a chest.

A ball of flame was rising and burning. Looking at the young man who had died, Lu Changhai's heart was occupied by resentment and became violent.

Full of injustice and resentment, what evil has the people of Qingjian County committed? They have suffered frequent disasters. God is unfair!

Since the Tianqi period, the soldiers and chaos have been together, Qingjian County has suffered a great disaster. The two rivers converge, and the military strategists must fight. The officers and soldiers and bandits fought each other. The soldiers passed by every few days, but it was a difficult time for the people of Qingjian to live in a good house.

The hard-earned crops were fed to the horses as soon as they emerged. Lu Changhai still remembered the arrogant attitude of the bandits to release horses in the fields. When the people of Qingjian were not obedient, they would cut them off with one knife.

Over the years, I have finally lived a few days of peace and happiness. I tied my head to my belt and worked hard to make some money. I am planning to go back to my hometown for a good New Year, but I am waiting for the dog Tartars. God is unfair! Lu Changhai

My heart became violent and looked at the dogs wearing leather robes and fur hats on the hillside. The anger that had accumulated over the years erupted.

Dogs and Tartars, you won’t let you live a peaceful life!

"Kill the Tartars!"

Lu Changhai became violent in his chest, and he spread the dead young man's clenched hands, picked up the bloody spear, and jumped up from behind the stone wall, and howled and rushed out. He rushed up to make this side

The military veterans were always crazy and irritable, with red eyes and bloodshot eyes. There were only the Oirat soldiers wearing leather robes, leather hats, and drawing bows and archers.

"kill!"

When the son, who was hiding behind the stone wall, saw Uncle Changhai going out, he felt anxious and turned over with a knife and jumped out. Arrows flew across, Qingjian Tuanzhen, who was suppressed behind the stone wall, rushed out of his position one after another.

He actually carried a knife and held a spear to launch a counter-charge. Inadvertently, perhaps because of his instinct to hang out with the border troops all year round, Lu Changhai made a very correct behavior and counter-charge.

"Kill all the Tartars!"

More than two thousand people jumped out of the position, their eyes turned red, and they rushed down from a high position. Lu Changhai, who was the first to rush down, was tripped by a corpse, rolled and hit a stone, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes turned red and he climbed up, stumbled down the mountain. Thousands of Oirat soldiers were crowded together, crowded with people, and people pulled their bows and archers, and they were suddenly in chaos.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Dozens of Qingjian children who rushed down were shot and fell down, but the ones behind were red-eyed. Some were sitting on the ground and slid down, some were holding their knives straight and tizzy, and their eyes widened and rushed down the mountain. From time to time, some were tripped

After rolling a few times, he gritted his teeth and got up, and a bloody battle broke out on the hillside. Thousands of Wala people were pulling bows and shooting arrows, but they were almost powerless to fight back by Qingjian's children.
Chapter completed!