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Chapter 37 Life and Death

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    "Woo~~!", the bowstring was buzzing, the sharp arrow let out a groan, and more than a hundred cold stars shot straight ahead. At this time, I couldn't see the specific soldier's performance, I only saw the flood like a burst embankment  The entire Ming army stagnated for a moment, and then all fell down in front of them, but this was the last arrow that the Tartars could shoot.

    The Ming army was propelled by a great force for survival, no one beat the drums, and no one gave orders to charge, so the people could no longer stop, the crowd stagnated for a while, and they moved forward without hesitation driven by the flow of people behind  Rushing forward, one wave after another, quickly engulfed the front wave like a sea wave, and slapped forward.

    The Tartars blocking the mouth of the valley are like a reef standing in a huge wave, fiercely cutting the human body with sharp blades, and the impacting huge waves set off waves, but the waves are bright red.

    On the hillside, the Tartar archers could no longer suppress them, because the enemy and us were crowded into a group, stuck in a desperate struggle at the mouth of the valley. They had to throw down their bows and arrows, take up their knives and guns and rush down from the hillside bunker, fighting with the Ming army from both wings.  Bite into a ball.

    Immediately, the soldiers who could only be crowded behind and passively beaten began to recoil the bunker under the leadership of some generals, rushing up the hillside and fighting deep along the rear edge.  The opening of a gap is like the overturning of dominoes, the entire perfect encirclement circle has lost its effect, and the Tartars rushed down one after another.

    At the same time, hand-to-hand combat took place on the two semi-circular flat grounds of Calabash Valley, while on the two narrow valley roads, people were jostling and crowded.  Those who touched the ground moved forward slowly and turbulently, being carried by the flow of people.

    The smell of blood spread in the icy air, the heavy snow was still flying, the teeth-stinging sound of metal rubbing, and the heart-shattering sound of metal piercing into the flesh sounded alternately, blood and flesh formed a bleak picture in the flying snow  .

    There were crowds of people in the back, but there were only a hundred soldiers in front who could fight. As soon as there were casualties on both sides, fresh troops rushed forward continuously. The place where the two armies were stuck was gradually formed by dead bodies and blood.

    Among the corpses on the ground, there were soldiers cuddling and writhing in a ball. The people who continued to pounce had no time to distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, nor did they have time to help them. Stepping on their bodies and blood, the new opponents had already pounced viciously.  come up.

    The spectacular crowd brawl began. This is a real big melee. The generals are not seen by the soldiers, and the soldiers are not seen by the generals. Everyone holds their weapons tightly in their hands. What they are looking for is only a pair of hostile eyes.  pounce on.

    There are swords, guns, swords and halberds on the front, back, left and right, and there are cold arrows flying across from time to time. At this time, human life is absolutely equal, and a general who commands a thousand troops may be stabbed to death by the most humble soldier.  There is no need for any martial arts skills, and there is no room to dodge and move, just hack, chop, kill, kill!  The valley was like boiling water, boiling blood-red water, and the only vent was at the mouth of the valley where Yang Ling and the others were.

    So far, Lin Dada's subordinates are all killers without batting an eyelid, but the power of "Flood" that is eager to vent is too great, and their lives are being harvested by the other party. It is a matter of time before Taniguchi opens.

    The shield hand protecting Ye Yushi and Eunuch Liu held a round shield in one hand and a dagger in the other, surrounded them faithfully and moved like Taniguchi.  But the flow of people was too crowded, Ye Yushi just staggered and fell to the ground, and immediately there were countless pairs of feet stepping on it, including Tartars and soldiers who were extremely humble in his eyes.

    No one has time to see whether the lump of flesh trampled under their feet belongs to a humble soldier or a noble adult. The life-robbing knives and guns are flying in front of their eyes. They only have one instinct left, the instinct to wield a weapon in order to survive  .

    The two shieldmen who were trying to drag him up just bent over and were overwhelmed by the irresistible crowd. Countless feet continued to step on it, which made the other soldiers harden their hearts and never look at it again.  Regardless of the enemy or us, they were completely coerced by a huge force and moved towards Taniguchi involuntarily.

    Yang Ling was dumbfounded. No matter how brave he is in such a chaotic army, his physical strength is not as good as that of a small soldier. His instinctive reaction is to flee wherever there are few people.  Among the swords, swords, shouts and fighting sounds, the only responsibility he could remember was holding Ma Lian'er's hand tightly. She came with him, and he couldn't escape alone.

    All people are thinking about rushing out of the valley, rushing out of the valley is the way out.  But Yang Ling knew that he had no ability to escape to Taniguchi in this chaotic army. Even if he was not killed by the Tartars, his thin body would be crushed to the ground by his own people, turning into a mass of trampled flesh.

    Yang Ling dragged Ma Lian'er, who had lost his mind, gradually out of the torrent, and ran up the hillside.When they grow up, they can only flee to higher places.

    The tartars noticed the two people standing on the hillside, and immediately someone rushed over with a knife, reacting completely instinctively to destroy all hostile life.

    Seeing different costumes and attires, their instinctive reaction was to slaughter.  Now the people on both sides have become the most bloodthirsty and craziest creatures. Those blood-red eyes have no reason at all. They just instinctively search for life and then destroy it.

    Yang Ling groaned secretly, and now he only had one instinct left, which was to run for his life.  The flow of people in the valley was like a rushing river, rolling and impacting each other. As long as the momentum was thrown into it, it would be smashed into pieces immediately, so he could only flee to a higher place.

    Chased by a few Tartars who were screaming like wild animals, the two ran to the top of the mountain with all their strength.  At first, Yang Ling dragged the panicked Ma Lianer to escape, but when he was more than 20 feet away from the top of the mountain, Yang Ling, who was exhausted, began to be dragged up by Ma Lianer.

    This body really lacked exercise. Yang Ling felt his heart beating like a galloping horse, his ears roaring, and his thigh muscles throbbing wildly. The pain of suffocation made him almost give up running for his life, and would rather be beheaded by a tartar.

    But Ma Lian'er obviously didn't think so. Although her throat also let out a gasp that didn't match her fairy-like appearance, she, who had woken up from the shock of the massacre like a meat grinder, began to pull with all her strength.  Yang Ling ran for his life.

    If someone is sitting in another space and watching them now, they must think that they are watching a movie in slow motion, with heavy snow fluttering, a man and a woman moving slowly in front, and a few fierce people holding knives behind them  Obviously, he could catch up with him by running a few steps, but he also took the same slow steps, staring at a pair of devouring eyes and perseveringly chasing after him.

    The two finally ran to the top of the mountain. Ma Lian'er couldn't help gasping when she saw the situation in front of her. The last hope of escape was shattered.  The ridge is narrow, and the other side of the mountain is a steep slope of nearly 70 degrees, and there is no way to escape.  She let go of Yang Ling's hand in despair, looked back at the man who was chasing after him, and reached into her bosom, took out the golden hairpin she had put in her bosom before galloping out of the city, and pressed it to her throat.

    Yang Ling pointed at her out of breath, he was so out of breath that he couldn't even ask a word.  Ma Lianer looked at him with sharp breasts rising and falling, her bright eyes were very complicated, she turned her eyes and saw a few tartars grinning and about to climb to the top of the mountain, she couldn't help smiling sadly, she turned her head and looked deeply  He glanced at Yang Ling, then closed his eyes, clutched the hairpin tightly and stabbed it down his throat.

    All the muscles in Yang Ling's body were trembling due to excessive exertion. He was too tired to move, but seeing Ma Lian'er's actions, he still tried his best to pounce on Ma Lian'er, raised his palm, and hit her with a "slap"  Tilting Ma Lianer's arm, five fingers scraped Ma Lianer's cheek.

    Ma Lian'er was cut with a bloodstain on her throat by the tip of the hairpin, and the golden hairpin flew out of her hand, with five fingerprints on her pretty face.  She stood there in a daze, looking at Yang Ling in astonishment.  Yang Ling knew that she wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid of being ruined by the Tartars, so she had neither the strength nor the time to explain.  He staggered and rushed to the steep slope. Although there was no way ahead, it seemed that this was the only way to escape.

    Go back and fight those tough Mongolian warriors with your bare hands?  Don't even think about it, he also knows where the knife is going, and his big head will be separated from his body immediately.  He looked at the almost straight and dizzying hillside, while nervously calculating the possibility of surviving, he waved to Ma Lian'er and hissed: "Passcough  come over!"

    Two of the chasing Tartars had already climbed up the ridge. They had spent a lot of energy hacking and killing in the valley just now, and now they were exhausted after chasing all the way up the mountain. Seeing the situation on the top of the mountain, they knew  There was no way for people to escape, and the two Tartars felt relieved. They were panting heavily with their knives, and now they also needed to regain the strength to raise their knives and cut people.

    Two pairs of vicious eyes sized up the man and woman in front of them. Slowly, the harshness in the eyes of the two tartars gradually faded away, and they began to change into a lewd look.  "Wearing Ma Lian'er's clothes, the lost strength began to recover quickly because of the male instinct.

    When Ma Lianer's father was undertaking the intelligence collection work of Jinyiwei outside the Great Wall, his public identity was a fur dealer, and he often dealt with various Tatar tribes.  Ma Lian'er had heard of the constant wars between the Tatar tribes for their survival in order to occupy the grasslands with abundant water and grass since she was a child.  I have heard stories of the wives and daughters of the conquered being reduced to female slaves and subjected to all kinds of humiliation.  In the hands of these savages, a woman is worth less than an animal, and her end is worse than hell.

    Ma Lian'er saw that the eyes of the two Tatar men who were almost as thick and looked like savages with horizontal and vertical bodies showed raging desire, and couldn't help shivering cleverly, her whole body was chilled to the bone, her only choice was  Running towards Yang Ling, thinking in his mind: "Forget it, we can't leave a whole body, so let's all jump down the mountain and wrap the belly of a wild beast, it's better than being trampled to death."  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)The only choice was to run towards Yang Ling, thinking in his heart: "Forget it, we can't leave a whole body, so let's jump down the mountain and wrap the belly of a wild beast together, it's better than being trampled to death."  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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