ps:Thanks to the rewards for the fallen snow in dreams.

The number of casualties and injuries on one side of the Tiger Flag is increasing. Although slave thieves also suffer casualties, they are much better than those on the Tiger Flag.

Looking at the fallen soldiers, Qiao Lin's eyes were about to break.

"kill!"

He shouted, and he raised his bayonet and stabbed him at the nearest slave thief.

He didn't know that the object he stabbed was Mandahai, and he was also the person with the highest status among slave thieves after Bumanda's death.

The bayonet is slender and prickly, but it is not good at cutting and chopping.

Mandahai, who was riding on the horse, saw the bayonet stabbing towards him, and knocked it out with the back of the knife, and then cut it towards Qiao Lin's head with a knife.

Puff!

The knife slashed on Qiao Lin's shoulder.

When he pulled out the knife and was about to take another knife to kill the other party, another tiger flag soldier stabbed him with a bayonet.

He had no choice but to give up Qiao Lin and deal with the others.

As the battle continued, there were fewer and fewer soldiers standing on the tiger-shaped flag, and even the artillery soldiers who later joined the battle group were killed or injured.

boom!

A tiger squat cannon was suddenly fired, and countless iron sand flew towards the nearest slave thieves, and the lives of these slave thieves were harvested on the spot.

One of the soldiers with the tiger flag was also killed by one shot.

The sound of cannons attracted the attention of everyone who was fighting, and Mandahai even looked at the position where the sound of cannons was emitted.

There was a lot of smoke left by the medicine around the tiger squat cannon that had just fired the cannon. Next to it was a man dressed in Ming army, whose eyes were red and his body was trembling slightly.

"I'm fighting with you guys!" Ming Jun, who was firing, saw a knife from somewhere, and blood was dripping from the tip of the head.

Seeing this, Mandahai showed disdain.

He even killed so many soldiers with the tiger-shaped flag who were boasted of so powerful. He didn't take it seriously even if he was a Ming soldier who only dared to hide in the city in front of Da Jin.

As for how the Ming army soldier in front of him mixed into the tiger flag team, he didn't care at all.

But this Ming army soldier dared to fire at their Jurchen warriors and killed several Jurchen warriors. He would never allow such Ming army soldiers to live.

Although he didn't know that there was a saying that broke the backbone, he didn't like the Han people who dared to resist their Jin army, and the Ming army would be even worse.

Mandahai raises his blade.

Seeing the Ming soldier rushing towards him, he sneered in his heart, urging his horse to welcome the sword, preparing to lose the life of the Ming soldier.

Before he could urge his horse to approach, the Ming soldiers who were rushing toward him were tripped by the corpse on the ground and fell to the ground face down.

Then, the tiger-shaped flag soldiers and slave cavalry fought and stood in front.

Unhappy Mandahai waved his knife to slash at the tiger-shaped flag soldiers who were blocking him, and one sword killed the other party.

But just when he wanted to find the Ming soldier again, his left arm suddenly hurt. He turned around and saw a bayonet in the hand of a tiger-shaped soldier piercing his forearm.

He swung his arms hard, endured the pain and pulled his forearm out of the bayonet.

A slave cavalry came forward to kill the tiger-shaped flag soldier who was sneaking into Mandahai.

"Mandahai, the reinforcements from the Han people have come, so we can't stay here." The slave cavalry who rescued Mandahai said to Mandahai.

When Mandahai heard this, his eyes turned toward the other party.

Along the distance of the road, you can see people shaking and rushing towards the place where they were fighting with the tiger flag.

"What are you afraid of! Kill as much as you come." Mandahai said disapprovingly.

As long as the army was not a brigade of tiger-shaped soldiers rushed over, he was not afraid at all.

"We have too many people killed or injured. Mandahai, you can't be impulsive. We will have a chance to take revenge on Bumanda's hatred sooner or later." The other party persuaded Mandahai to leave.

Hearing this, Mandahai glared at the other party fiercely and said, "Are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid, but you can see how many people we have left. As we continue to fight, the number of soldiers and horses coming will only increase. There is no need for us to consume unnecessary consumption here." The other party shouted at Mandahai.

Mandahai glanced at the surroundings.

However, at this time he discovered that there were only more than 100 riders left with more than 200 riders, many of whom were injured. On the other hand, there were still twenty or thirty soldiers left with the tiger flag. They shrank to one place, and everyone was holding a musket with a blade in their hands, like a hedgehog.

"Take the injured and withdraw!" Mandahai understood that he would not be able to gain any advantage if he continued to fight.

It takes a lot of time to kill the remaining dozens of tiger-shaped flag soldiers, but the tiger-shaped flag soldiers who came to help were not far away and would not give him much time at all.

He immediately took the slave who could still ride a horse and evacuate.

The killing was very pleasant, but so many casualties still made him unsatisfied, especially Bu Manda's death. After he returned, he didn't know how to explain to his master.

He secretly hated him.

If the people with the Tiger Flag had not fired the cannon, they would not have been killed or injured. Maybe they would have been able to get rid of the Tiger Flag's troops and left.

Although it is still leaving now, it has lost nearly half of its subordinates.

"Save people quickly!"

A captain of the tiger flag who rushed over saw the tragic situation in front of him and hurriedly ordered his soldiers to rescue the people.

A small team of guardians suddenly killed a horseback, and the remaining people began to rescue the injured tiger-shaped flag soldiers.

"There are slave thieves here!"

When some soldiers searched, they found the injured slave cavalry.

"Don't live! You don't have to tell me if you find it. Kill them all, and you will be killed if you die." The leader of the war team gave the order with a shallow face.

Not to mention the hatred between slave thieves and the Han people living in Liaodong, even in the tragic situation in front of him, he would not let these slave thieves who have not yet died.

Shortly after the order was issued, there were constant sounds of bayonets stabbing into the flesh around him.

"Old Qiao, Old Qiao!" The captain of the war soldiers who came to Yuan found Qiao Lin lying on the ground, and hurriedly bent down and helped Qiao Lin's upper body up from the ground and leaned against a corpse.

"Where is the slave cavalry!" When Qiao Lin, who had a pale face, the first thing he said was to ask about the slave cavalry.

The captain of the war soldiers who came to help shook his head slightly and said, "I ran away. We all ran away when we rushed over, but it doesn't matter. I didn't catch them this time. Next time I will definitely stew them a spoonful."

"Just run away! This battle is so fucking frustrating. Brothers are so frustrating!" Qiao Lin grabbed the other person's upper arm tightly with his hands, tears rolling in his eyes.

The battle with the tiger flag has always been the biggest advantage on firearms, but in this battle, the firearms hardly played their due role, but instead fell into a situation of fighting with slave cavalry.

"Old Qiao stop talking, take a break and take you back to treat. As for the slave thieves, we are all here in Lushun. Are you still afraid that there will be no chance to kill slave thieves?" The captain of the war soldiers who came to support comforted him.


Chapter completed!