"Ah!!!" The Mongolian soldier screamed in pain. It turned out that just after he turned around, the woman rushed up and bit his leg fiercely!
The Mongolian soldier was furious, turned around in Mongolian curse, drew out the scimitar, and severely chopped off...
"Om!" With a sound of chords, a sharp arrow flew up, splashing a blood flower, and got into the body of the Mongolian soldier.
The Mongolian soldier staggered a few steps aside by the power of the arrow, and then fell softly to the ground.
In the distance, Zhang Ju, who was riding his horse galloping, knocked the horse's hip with a bow annoyed.
It turned out that Zhang Ju, who was still half a mile away just now, with the sharp gaze passed down by the "carving man", happened to see the woman rushing to bit the Mongolian soldier.
Zhang Ju didn't have time to think about it. He took the bow and the arrow. Before he hit the arrow, the Mongolian soldier screamed and drew the scimitar. Zhang Ju didn't have time to take aim, and he shot out with an arrow.
It's a pity it's still half a step too late...
Now, the cavalry of the Xuanfu Army has already rushed into the village first. They broke up the Mongolian soldiers, and then strenuously slashed them.
They wanted to hold the Mongolian soldiers so that the Mongolian army could not form an effective formation. They only waited for the Xuanfu infantrymen to arrive and left all the Mongolians in this place, which was soaked in crime by them.
Zhang Ju swiftly shoots a bow and shoots arrows, constantly assaulting towards the woman.
He fought for a while, and finally rushed over.
…
The woman's neck was chopped in half, and blood sprayed half a meter away.
She fell heavily to the ground, the blood ran into a river, and the blood soaked her black hair.
Her eyes were dimmed, but a smile leaked from the corners of her mouth.
At the moment before death, she was very happy.
Zhang Ju didn't know, she was happy to have the courage to retaliate at the last moment before death; or she was happy, where she fell, the eyes could just see the Mongolian soldier who was shot by Zhang Ju and died not far away.
Zhang Ju doesn’t know, because it’s already late, if you can come half an hour early... half an hour early... half a day early...
He finally understood why Master Lu must insist and come immediately...
Zhang Ju is half Mongolian, so he knows very well that the individual combat capability of Mongolian soldiers far exceeds that of ordinary Ming soldiers.
Therefore, as a Ming officer, he understood General Li Jin's proposal very well. He knew that the proposal had the greatest chance of winning and was the most reasonable.
Even, for a moment, he was thinking, yeah... It's too late anyway, why bother to go ahead, expand the casualties, and lay down more lives
But at this moment, he suddenly understood, suddenly understood Lu Bing, Master Lu... is different from other Da Ming soldiers and officials.
Yup! Although this is late, if we can come, at least a few can be saved, and even one cannot be saved, at least the next village will be saved. If we lose our lives here... we are soldiers! The duty of a soldier is to defend his home and the country, and his home is the Shroud of Horse Leather!
Can't protect the people of Daming, how can they get the soldier's salary? Why did you wear a military uniform? How worthy of being a soldier of Daming!
At this moment, Zhang Ju's body was slick in the military town, washed by the woman's blood.
He seemed to see the scene when his mother's family and family were slaughtered.
At this moment, he picked up the lost things again and became more determined.
Zhang Ju was riding on a horse with a straight upper body. He looked around. He wanted to find a place with the most Mongol soldiers and kill them in order to save more people.
At this moment, he saw not far away, a place covered by straw mats and ragged clothes, trembling slightly.
He drove the horse and killed two Mongolian soldiers by the way.
He stopped the horse and slightly picked up the straw mat with the tip of the knife.
He saw first, a pair of big shiny eyes.
Then I saw another pair of scared glasses.
A little boy, with his back to Zhang Ju, turned his head vigorously, looking at Zhang Ju, but twisted his body tightly around a smaller girl.
The boy's eyes were full of begging, and the little girl's eyes were sneaking through her brother's arms, looking at Zhang Ju curiously.
Zhang Ju jumped off his horse and walked towards the child.
On Zhang Ju's face, the obvious Mongolian characteristics made the boy even more frightened and held the little girl tighter and tighter.
The little boy was shaking his head, kept shaking his head, and desperately shaking his head. Trembling lips, with an unclear begging for mercy, tears were about to overflow in his eyes.
Zhang Ju slowed down. He wanted to open his mouth and say, "I'm a Ming soldier, not a Mongolian, don't be afraid." But at this time, for some reason, his throat became dry and tight. There was nothing more than a few meaningless "ah" sounds.
At this moment, a Mongolian soldier discovered the gap and sneaked towards Zhang Ju from behind.
The Mongolian soldier got closer and closer, slowly raising the knife, and was about to pounce.
At this critical moment, Zhang Ju saw the change in the little girl's eyes and stared at it. From the little girl's big eyes, he saw the shadow reflected!
Zhang Ju couldn't turn around, holding the long arrow upside down, leaning back, and knelt down on one knee. The long arrow in his hand slammed into the Mongolian soldier's stomach and inserted it diagonally into the organ.
The machete held high by the Mongolian soldier slammed to the ground.
The blood flowed down the arrow shaft to Zhang Ju's hand, and Zhang Ju released the hand holding the arrow shaft.
The little boy saw that the Mongols were about to kill Zhang Ju, only to find that Zhang Ju's military uniform was different from the Mongols, and that bright armor was only owned by the Ming officer.
The little boy relaxed a little, but still hugged his sister tightly.
Zhang Ju stretched out his hand to comfort the little boy, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw the plasma on his hand.
Zhang Ju saw that the little boy and the little girl looked at their hands, smiled awkwardly, and smoothly wiped the clothes behind them.
At this moment, seeing Zhang Ju wiping her hands with a smirk, the little girl seemed to have seen something funny, and she laughed out loud.
Zhang Ju stared at the grinning little girl blankly. Hearing the laughter, his heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer.
The next moment, Zhang Ju smiled...
That woman is late, but we are still here, we will not be too late when we come, there will be hope, new hope!
Zhang Ju stood up and re-covered the straw mats on the two children.
He held the bow tightly and drew three long arrows from the quiver behind his back with one hand. He stood with his back facing the straw mat covering the child, facing the sun, shooting down one after another, passing by, or escaping, Or the Mongolian soldiers rushing here.
Soon, more than a dozen corpses fell around him, and the Mongolian soldiers stopped coming here and went around one after another.
Zhang Ju looked back.
I was seeing two pairs of bright glasses, looking at myself through the gap in the straw mat.
One of the big eyes is obviously smiling...