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Boluo, who received the police call from Pinggang Mountain, would never have imagined that the 4,000 Qing troops in Pinggang Mountain would be collapsed by Wu Zheng within half a day.

When he arrived at Pinggang Mountain, Wu Zheng had already finished cleaning the battlefield.

It's an encounter.

Wu Zheng had only more than 2,000 troops in his hands, no cavalry and no musketeers, and some only bows, crossbows, swords, and exhausted soldiers.

It is conceivable how intense the battle of the other side will be defeated in half a day when the forces of both sides are the same!

The physical exertion of the soldiers was almost exhausted.

How will this battle be fought?

And the Qing soldiers under Bolo are actually not in much better condition.

Bolo himself had only 3,000 infantry, because the horses could not go through the secret path.

In order to ensure the smooth passage of the secret passage, Bolo also had to leave a thousand people in Shengxian County.

This forced march along the way, and the Qing soldiers were exhausted.

So, these two exhausted divisions that were out of breath collided and fought an encounter.

This battle is not pretty, because it is too unbearable.

There is no passion, no blood.

Yes, only the sorrow of being as hideous as a beast and being unable to control what to take.

It's a struggle to survive, and if you want to live, someone has to die.

When you leave the throat of the enemy and roar with a bloody mouth, the whole battlefield is a hell on earth.

In the end, Bolo couldn't bear to look at it.

Wu Zheng couldn't bear to look at it.

The two sides looked at each other, like tired beasts, and slowly led people to think of disengagement.

Wu Zheng was powerless to stop Bolo's departure, just as Bolo was powerless to kill Wu Zheng, who was just a stone's throw away.

Many people are half-walking and half-crawling, maybe at this time someone slashes them with a knife, they will no longer have the strength to dodge, the only thing they will do is to try their best to stab the other party when the other party cuts themselves to death.

But the problem is that the direction of retreat on both sides is Shangyu.

Wu Zheng wanted to go to Shangyu in order to meet Lihaiwei.

Bolo was going to Shangyu to join Duoduo.

As a result, another bloody but very brief hand-to-hand fight broke out.

After paying for dozens of lives, both sides invariably stopped.

Wu Zheng held the knife and walked in front of Bolo step by step.

Yes, that's right, that's how unhindered he walked in front of Bolo.

There were at least ten Qing soldiers around Bolo, and they watched Wu Zheng approach Bolo like this.

Behind Wu Zheng, Qian Sudian struggled to follow, but he was at least ten steps behind.

Seeing Wu Zheng approaching, Bolo got up with a knife, and in the process of getting up, he slipped and fell three times.

But after all, he stood up.

Wu Zheng approached, and stabbed the knife of his hand knife forward, once, twice, three times...... I just can't get in.

Bo Luo sneered, he took a long breath, raised the knife in his hand and slashed at Wu Zheng's body.

Wu Zheng didn't dodge, he didn't have the strength to dodge, when the blade passed through Wu Zheng's left shoulder and fell near his right waist, this series of metal scraping sounds made people's gums itch.

Wu Zheng also smiled strangely.

The two glared at each other for a while, not even thinking about glaring.

"Rest and fight?" Bolo Road.

"Okay." Wu Zheng responded.

So a strange scene appeared, on the left and right sides of the official road from Pinggang Mountain to Shangyu, two armies that had just fought to the death wriggled in parallel, and the well water did not interfere with the river water.

Wriggling, that refers to the way mollusks crawl.

But now, these people are not much more advanced than mollusks.

At this time, as long as there are 100 people, no, ten new forces to join any of them, I am afraid that the other side will be completely wiped out.

At first, the soldiers on both sides were hostile to each other, and they squirmed cautiously, guarding against a possible attack from the other.

But slowly, no one pays attention to the other, as if the other no longer exists.

All the strength is poured into the peristalsis.

Wu Zheng is slightly better, at least he is being supported, and the person who supports Wu Zheng is Qian Sudian.

Because when he got up, Qian Sudian was closest to him.

A team, an elite, walked for about a pillar of incense, and still maintained the original distance between each other, you can imagine what kind of physical consumption has become.

Slowly, passers-by spotted these two teams.

The people were amazed, weren't the two teams hostile? Isn't it time to kill you?

How did they come together?

They followed from afar with their mouths wide open, and those who had good deeds began to go back and preach it.

Half an hour later, more and more people followed from afar.

They couldn't figure out why the Ming army marched with the Qing army, and the posture of this march was rather strange.

In half an hour, the physical strength of the soldiers on both sides has recovered somewhat.

But no one wants to show it.

For everyone, in fact, walking like this is also a kind of happiness, because at least to be alive, to live, is very important!

No one wanted to die, neither the Ming soldiers nor the Qing soldiers.

They chose to remain tired, even if they pretended to be tired.

Even Bolo was still panting, he didn't even have a soldier to help him, I'm afraid he had never tasted this kind of battle in his life.

"There are hundreds of people in the back, right?" Wu Zheng's face did not move, and he asked in a low voice.

Qian Sudian was taken aback and wanted to turn back.

"Don't move!" Wu Zheng stopped.

Qian Sudian suppressed his voice, "General, the soldiers are already tired...... Wouldn't that be nice? It is the most important thing to meet Chen Sheng in Shangyu. ”

Wu Zheng said: "If I guessed correctly, at this time, the middle part of Boluo's team, the middle part of the soldiers, the knife has been unsheathed. ”

"Won't it?" Qian Sudian wanted to look up again.

"Don't move." Wu Zheng shouted, "Not only have the Qing soldiers been unsheathed, but Bolo's knife is also in his hand." ”

Qian Sudian hurriedly said: "Then what should I do?" ”

Wu Zheng said: "Don't be afraid. ”

"I'm not afraid, I'm worried about your safety."

"Okay, then listen to me."

"Okay, listen to you."

"I count one, two, three, and then you shout with me."

"Shouting what?" Qian Sudian asked anxiously.

"One, two, three."

"What are you telling me to shout?" Qian Sudian was so anxious that he was sweating.

"I'm Wu Zheng, the prince of Zhenguo, killing Tartars!" Wu Zheng took a breath and roared.

Qian Sudian finally knew what Wu Zheng was going to shout, but unfortunately at this time, Wu Zheng had already drawn his knife and rushed to the direction of Bolo on the other side of the road, and he didn't even have time to scold the bastard, so he could only rush forward with Wu Zheng.

At this snap of a finger, everyone was ignorant.

Whether it was a soldier of the Ming army or a soldier of the Qing army, they opened their eyes wide and looked left and right.

What about the temporary truce that was promised, and the exhaustion that was promised? How can the boat of "friendship" capsize?

Bo Luo looked at Wu Zheng angrily, but unfortunately he didn't even have time to speak, Wu Zheng and Qian Sudian had already rushed at him.

This official road is less than a zhang wide, and this distance is within a snap of a finger.