Pei Mason, who thought he was going to die, suddenly saw the strong man who was saved by himself, and he was holding the armor soldier with both hands, otherwise the armor soldier approached.

"Kill! I'm not a bad breed! Liu Da hugged the soldier tightly with both hands, and let the blood on his arms gurgle out, and never let go.

The Jurchen armor soldiers were shocked and angry, and they wanted to kill the enemy but were destroyed by the person in front of them. He turned the steel knife in his hand and stabbed Liu Da's vest hard.

Pei stonemason saw it clearly, stepped forward and swung a hammer to smash at the Jurchen armor. shouted in his mouth: "Liu Da Da! Hurry up and dodge! ”

The steel knife of the Jurchen armor soldier entered from behind Liu Da's back, revealing a small section of the tip of the knife on his chest.

Liu's body trembled, but he didn't let go of his hand for half a minute.

Pei Mason's hammer also reached the head of the Jurchen armor soldier, and the Jurchen armor soldier looked at the hammer smashed against him in horror, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the shackles of Liu Da on his body.

The moment the hammer smashed into the head of the Jurchen armor soldier, the smashed head was smashed like a rotten watermelon.

The red and white liquid splashed in the air, and the two eyeballs flew out and rolled far away in the ground, turning into a ball of mud in the blink of an eye.

The corpse of the Jurchen armor soldier slowly fell down with Liu Da Man, and Pei Stonemason came to Liu Da Da and said, "Brother! Let it go! Jiannu was killed by us! ”

Liu Da heard Pei Stonemason's voice and let go of his hand, he grabbed Pei Stonemason's shirt with a bloody hand and said, "Pei Stonemason!" I'm really not a bad breed! It was really the commander who ordered the surrender, what can I do!

I'm really not a bad breed! It's really not ......."

Listening to Liu Da's intermittent voice, Pei Shimason's face squeezed out a smile and said, "I know, brother is good!" You're not a bad seed, you're a big hero! ”

Liu Da slowly let go of his hand, and lay on the ground without the strength in his body. The voice in his mouth was almost inaudible: "Finally someone believes in me, and I am also a hero!"

How dark it is! When the hero is really cold, he knows that he is not a hero! ……”

"Kill all the slaves! Avenge your dead brother! Pei Stonemason looked at Liu Da's corpse and roared angrily and rushed towards another armor soldier.

The more Mang Gurtai fought, the more frightened he became, and the Han people, who seemed to be very weak, were actually on a par with his men under the leadership of the two hundred Changxing Army.

Although the armor soldiers took advantage of it a little at first, as time went on, the Han people seemed to have gained a little confidence.

Those Han people who were afraid of moving forward also saw a little way, and even took the initiative to come up and fight with the Jurchen armor soldiers.

It can't go on like this, how could the Changxing army that attacked Qingfuling only have two hundred people.

The Changxing Army's brigade will definitely be hiding somewhere, waiting for the best opportunity.

And the battle has been fought for so long, how could Huang Taiji not come in time?

At this moment, Mang Gurtai understood that both Huang Taiji and Zhang Dou used these people as bait.

It doesn't matter if you win or lose with these Han craftsmen, the key is who has the most behind.

And he was sold to the Changxing Army by Huang Taiji, and even if he was lucky enough to win, he would be wiped out by the ambushed Changxing Army.

Thinking of this, Mang Gurtai can't wait any longer, and if he continues to fight, he will probably die here.

"Retreat! Fall back! After Mang Gurtai gave the order to retreat, he took the lead in turning his horse and running back.

The craftsmen who were fighting desperately found that the Jurchen armor soldiers had retreated, and chased after them excitedly one by one.

But he was stopped by the soldiers of the Changxing Army and began to clean up the battlefield.

On the top of the hill, Zhang Dou held a clairfront mirror and couldn't help but be a little disappointed when he saw that the Jurchen armor soldiers had retreated, Huang Taiji was really cautious, and he didn't come to support these Jurchen armor soldiers.

Although there are only two Niu Lu, aren't hundreds of Huang Taiji distressed?

"Handsome! The Jurchens have retired, should we wait any longer! Hu Tieniu asked in a low voice behind Zhang Dou.

Zhang Dou waved his hand and said, "Huang Taiji hasn't shown up yet, he won't be fooled." Let them unleash! If you enter the ambush circle of the Changxing Army, don't think about leaving safely! ”

A ringing arrow exploded in the air, and suddenly many archers and musketeers stood from the left and right of the hills.

They aimed their arrows at the fleeing Mang Gurtai and the others, and after a rain of arrows and bullets, the Jurchen armor soldiers were knocked down one after another.

Mang Gurtai saw that the Changxing army really had ambush soldiers, and desperately beat his war horse.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had hit him with a hammer on his back, followed by a sharp pain in his heart.

Mang Gurtai ignored the horror of his personal goggles being penetrated, spit out a mouthful of blood and lay on the horse's back and desperately moved forward.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape with his life, as for the soldiers who followed behind him? They can only ask for more blessings for themselves, and it is difficult for Mang Gurtai himself to ensure that he has the leisure to care about their life and death.

When Mang Gurtai saw Huang Taiji, he didn't say anything and planted his war horse.

Someone immediately stepped forward to help Mang Gurtai up, and only then did someone notice the blood hole behind Mang Gurtai and the armor that had been dyed red.

"Mang Gurtai! What about your team? What about your armor? Are you such a pioneer in finding your way for the army? Huang Taiji glanced at the wound on Mang Gurtai's back and said coldly.

At this moment, none of the princes and ministers dared to intercede for Mang Gurtai, and Huang Taiji made it clear that he wanted to stand up, and Mang Gurtai would shed his skin if he didn't die this time.

Mang Gurtai heard Huang Taiji's questioning, and there were a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to say.

He also wanted to question why Huang Taiji's brigade didn't come to rescue them, and why Huang Taiji sold their strikers .......

There were too many words that Mang Gurtai wanted to say, but he spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. As soon as his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness in an instant.

Huang Taiji saw the ambush soldiers on the hill, the number was not very large, only more than 2,000 people.

But is this all of Zhang Dou's ambush? With only such a small number of people, he dares to ambush the elite of Zhenghuangqi?

No matter how many ambushes Zhang Dou revealed, Huang Taiji didn't want to fight anymore.

Here are the elites of his Zhenghuang Banner, his most loyal subordinates, and the foundation of his rule over the Jin Kingdom.

If the Zhenghuang Flag is damaged too much, the whole Dajin Kingdom will be in chaos.

Although he really wanted to compete with Zhang Dou, Huang Taiji still endured it, turned around and led people to withdraw to Shengjing.

Subsequently, this mountain road was built with a lot of passes and beacon towers, and it would be very difficult for the Changxing army to cross from here next time.

Zhang Dou somewhat admired Huang Taiji's qi cultivation kung fu, and even held back and did not give the order to attack.

But that's not bad, the battle with the Jurchens just can't be rushed.

Piecemeal is the key, not to seek a big victory every time, as long as there is a gain, it is worth rejoicing.

When the population of the Jurchens drops to a dangerous number, it is believed that the Jurchens will be wiped out without the Changxing Army.

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