The Tartar, who was knocked away by a lead bullet, fell heavily to the ground, making a horrible sound from his mouth, blood sprayed out of his mouth in large mouths, and the mace in his hand fell to the ground and made a low and muffled sound.

Logically speaking, if an ordinary army had most of the members killed and injured, and even the first one was beaten to death, the remaining people would be frightened and stunned on the spot even if they did not collapse immediately, but the whistle-snooping of these Tartars was different.

Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the Later Jin Dynasty, the first thing to do when choosing a whistle or not to stop at night is to be brave and always be able to sacrifice your life, because if you do this, you have to go deep into the enemy-occupied areas, and do things like doing reconnaissance, destruction, and catch hiring in places surrounded by strong enemies. Without a big heart that is ready to die, you can't do it at all. Therefore, if you do this job, your martial arts may not be the strongest, but your courage must be the greatest. Despising death is the most basic.

Seeing that the companion rushing in front was knocked away by the Ming army's firearms, all the whistles behind were red. With the roars like wild beasts, ferocious figures urged the war horses to pounce. Amid the constant sound of huge muskets and smoke, wild beasts seemed to pounce on them.

Wang Gengtian, who had saved his life, pressed the hammer of the hand gun again, and the barrel of the gun also turned to the position to be fired. As soon as he pressed the hammer, he saw a Tartar on the left roaring and pounced on him.

The whistle-snooping was very cunning. He rode his horse over and suddenly jumped off the horse. As a result, the war horse still rushed towards Wang Gengtian, but he hid behind the war horse, holding a knife and a shield in the other hand, and rushed towards Wang Gengtian with the help of the smoke.

"Bang!"

In the smoke of gunpowder, Wang Gengtian pulled the trigger at the war horse, and let out a wail to the war horse that rushed towards him and fell to the ground. Before Wang Gengtian could check the results, he saw a black shadow pounce on him. The sword light flashed and followed by a metal impact sounded. He felt a shock in his chest and he retreated several steps and fell to the ground.

The Tartar's whistle-seeing body was very agile. He held a leather shield in his left hand to cover his body, while he was hunching his waist and continued to push forward with agile and flexible steps. It was obvious that he was also a man who was good at fighting on the battlefield. He was holding his shield, his head, face and chest were quietly hidden inside the shield, and only the red tassels on his helmet were floating.

Although he just cut Wang Gengtian to the ground with one knife, he knew that the knife had not seriously damaged the Ming army, because when he cut down with the knife, what he felt was not the feeling of the knife entering the flesh, but the numbness after the metals collided with each other. Those who could strode on the whistle were some ruthless and desperate people who didn't take their lives seriously. After failing to hit the blow, he immediately rushed to the right without thinking, and a sharp heavy knife jumped down to Wang Gengtian's neck, who was lying on the ground.

Seeing that Wang Gengtian was about to be two pieces of his body, at this point of life and death, Wang Gengtian raised his right hand without thinking, raised his hand and pulled the trigger without thinking, and another loud noise was heard. A thicker sound of gunpowder rose up, and the shield in the hand of the man's hand was smashed to pieces by the lead bullet. The whistle that rushed towards Wang Gengtian flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. He was shot at such a distance of less than one meter. Even the gods could not save him. He lay on the ground with a big hole in his chest and vomited blood. His heart was broken so that he could not even say a sound.

"Hissy..."

A roar of a war horse sounded, and Wang Gengtian, who was lying on the ground, saw a war horse running towards him, and his huge horse hooves were about to step on his body. The weight of the war horse, the horse knight, and the impact force were at least more than a thousand kilograms. Under the impact of such force, even if the plate armor on his body was twice as strong, he would be dead. At this time, Wang Gengtian's pill had been exhausted, and his companions were still fighting with other Tartars and had no time to help. He could only close his eyes and wait for the arrival of death.

"Swoosh!"

At this moment, a sharp arrow whistled.

The Tartar who was waving his sword at Wang Gengtian's eyes even more changed his face, and his hair was shivering.

He turned his head suddenly, and a heavy armor-breaking arrow shot through his neck with a strong bow. Almost as the arrow shot at him, several arrows also shot the war horse under his crotch at the same time.

The war horse that was rushing towards Wang Gengtian made a shrill neigh and fell to the ground with his master. Blood kept gushing out of the Tartar's mouth. His eyes widened, trying to say something, but all the blood and foam spit out of his mouth were blood.

"Brothers... kill!"

There were a few hoarse roars coming from behind, and several war horses rushed from afar and joined the battlefield. It turned out that Ye Busuo from the Ming army who had escaped came back again.

The roar of handguns and screams were constantly sounded on the battlefield, and it stopped until the last Tartar fell. Except for the occasional neighing of war horses, the entire hillside seemed to return to its former peace. The horses were timid large animals, and the loud noise of thick smoke or obstacles would make them instinctively fear. Several war horses that had lost their masters kept spinning on the battlefield. Several cavalrymen under Ye Bushu and Yang Daniu were trying to gather them. The war horses that could be selected as landlines by the Tartars were all good horses, so they naturally could not be let go easily.

A strange silence fell into the surroundings, and everyone was breathing, which was quite like a disaster. Yang Daniu, who was a little panting, got off the horse and walked slowly on the battlefield full of blood and corpses. Looking at him, he saw blood everywhere. A shot-hit strode was struggling to crawl on the ground. Blood kept flowing out from under him, and a bright red blood was dragged out behind him.

The whistle-snap creeps at the foot of a cavalry, raised his head with difficulty, looked at the pleading look on the cavalry's face, and kept saying something. The Tartars's people and soldiers who killed Han people during missions in Liaodong are never ruthless or blinking. They have countless lives in their hands, and they will not let go of men, women, elderly, and children. What he likes most on weekdays is the look of fear of these people before their death, whether they are horrified, desperate or resentful, but now it is his turn, his heart is filled with great fear of death. He doesn't want to die, and he really wants to survive at this moment.

Seeing the pleading expression on the Tartar's face, a hint of unbearable expression appeared on the cavalry's face, hesitating whether to rescue the Tartar.

Yang Daniu walked over, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and he asked faintly: "Why, do you want to save him?"

"He was so injured that he could no longer pose a threat to us. Do we have to kill him?"

Yang Daniu said lightly: "If it were to us that we lost our resistance, would you say those Tartars would let us go?"

After saying that, he pulled out the saber from his waist and stabbed it into the mouth of the Tartar. The bright red blood mixed with white brain immediately spurted out of the Tartar's mouth.

Yang Daniu said seriously to the cavalry after killing the Tartar in an understatement: "Have you forgotten what Lord Yang said? After you arrive in Liaodong, do you have to regard yourself as a human being, and don't regard Tartars as a human being. The dead Tartars are good Tartars. If you can't understand this, leave our Jiangning Army as soon as possible."

After Yang Daniu finished speaking, he walked towards his war horse and happened to see several Ye Bushu who were pulled down by them walking towards them.

After Yang Daniu glanced at the other party casually, he was stunned. He suddenly felt excited on his originally cold face and blurted out: "Boss Zhao, are you?"

The few people walking towards him across the street were paused when they heard this. The person in the lead immediately changed his face and shouted excitedly: "Big Niu, is it you!"

"It's me...Boss Zhao, I'm Yang Daniu!"

Yang Daniu said as he rushed towards the person who came and hugged him with a fierce bear.

"Boss Zhao, it's really you. I didn't expect me to see it!" Yang Daniu's eyes turned red.

"Haha... it's really you boy." Boss Zhao also smiled, and before he knew it, crystal tears appeared in his eyes. "You boy, at the beginning of the year, you said goodbye to the military gate and said you wanted to go home to serve your parents at home. I thought we would never see you in this life, and I never thought we could see you here again!"

In this era when one hundred miles away from my hometown is even a long trip, sometimes it is very likely to be a farewell forever. I suddenly saw a robe that I thought I would never see again on the battlefield. Such a surprise would not be excessive no matter how you describe it.

Not only Boss Zhao, but even the Ye Buss behind Boss Zhao came over and hugged Yang Daniu. The group of people cried and laughed, making the cavalry behind Yang Daniu look at each other. He said that since they followed Yang Daniu for so long, it seems that they have never seen him so excited? And the cavalrymen who knew that Yang Daniu came from vaguely guessed in their hearts that Yang Daniu must have encountered the robes of the past, otherwise they would not be so excited.

After Yang Daniu and Boss Zhao separated, he first gave Ye Bukkong a black and thin person in front of him a punch and scolded, "Heizi, you are still so thin after you haven't seen him for half a year. All your energy is spent on the Kiln Sister in Cuiyunlou. And Dazhuang, you haven't changed, and you are the boss, the second, and the Niu Ben, why are you so lucky? By the way...Where is Lao Wang, why don't you see him?"

"Old Wang, he..." Da Zhuang's face darkened, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Boss Zhao, who was beside him, sighed lightly, "Forget it, Daniu, come with me."

After saying that, he took the lead in walking forward. When Yang Daniu followed Zhao to the next few horses, he found that Lao Wang, who had not seen for more than half a year, was lying on the ground with a waxy face. The corners of his mouth were severely dry and cracked. Although his face was pale, his forehead was a little red. Yang Daniu looked at his forehead and his face changed, "Oh, why did Lao Wang's head burn so much?"

Boss Zhao frowned and said nothing. Heizi on the side explained: "What else can it be done? A few days ago, we were ordered to go to Guangning to investigate the movements of the Tartars. The Tartars were spotted by the Tartars. Lao Wang's arm was shot by the Tartars and started to have a fever in less than two hours. He originally wanted to come back, but these days we fought with the Tartars, and the road here was almost blocked by the Tartars. We were hiding all the way around, and we were going to Jinzhou. We never thought we would have encountered the Tartars again. If we hadn't encountered you, we would have been trapped here."

When he talked about this, Yang Daniu looked a little bad. He used to be with Boss Zhao and his team when he didn't accept it at night in Liaodong. It's no need to say what everyone's relationship has happened over the past few years. Lao Wangtou is the oldest in their team. He mostly took care of Yang Daniu when he was still a rookie, but now it has become like this, how can he feel better?

As for why Lao Wang became like this, he had been in Liaodong for several years and knew very well. The Jurchens liked to apply boiled feces mixed with humans and animals on their arrows. However, they would soon have a fever after being hit by this arrow, and eventually they would die of dehydration and death. They were extremely vicious.

If it were Yang Feng here, he naturally understood that there were too many bacteria and toxins in the feces of humans and animals. People would be hit by arrows with these bacteria and toxins and would be infected soon. In the era without antibiotics, this injury would be almost fatal.

Yang Daniu thought for a while, took out a box from his backpack, took out a syringe from it, and injected a little potion into Lao Wang's wrist without saying a word.

"Big Niu, what are you doing?" Boss Zhao, who was standing beside him, asked with a frown.

"Boss Zhao, don't underestimate this thing. This is the life-saving magic medicine that the lord gave us." Yang Daniu raised the syringe in his hand and said, "After all our Jiangning Army was infected with the sword and gunshot wounds of Tartars, I don't know how many brothers' lives were snatched back from the King of Hell."

The thing Yang Daniu is in hand at this moment is the magical drug penicillin obtained by Yang Feng from modern society. This kind of magical drug that can be called a generation of magical drugs has saved many lives of Jiangning soldiers. However, generally speaking, they will not be assigned to the grassroots soldiers. That is, the troops like Yang Daniu, who often execute dangerous people, will be equipped with some. Now, seeing Lao Wangtou like Yang Daniu is not sure whether he can save him. He can only treat dead horses as living horses. Fortunately, Yang Daniu still firmly remembers what the doctors and nurses in the medical camp told me, and first test the patient's skin, and then he can't formally inject the drug after no abnormal reactions.

While waiting for the skin test, Boss Zhao and others also learned about some of Yang Daniu's situation, and a group of people were shocked by Yang Daniu's situation.

Heizi widened his eyes and looked at Yang Daniu: "What... you kid actually got into a hundred households in the Jiangning Army?"

"That's right, why am I lying to you?" Yang Daniu showed a smug look on his face, "The Jiangning Army is now lacking talents like you. If you are willing to join our Jiangning Army, you will definitely be promoted to a hundred households in a short time!"
Chapter completed!