Qiu Wutai and Shi Shunyin stopped suddenly. The two looked at each other and saw the other's meaning of "The Tartars have a secret whistle to warn" in each other's eyes.

Qiu Wutai raised his hand and signaled everyone to stop! The servants didn't understand why, but the birds were just chirping. Isn't it normal for big tits to scream in the mountains, forests and wilderness?

At this moment, the trembling sound of the bowstring, "Swoosh!" An arrow shot towards him, and the black shadow flew past, like lightning.

A servant who bent his bow and arrow changed his face and was shot by an arrow. If he was thrown by a javelin, the servant trembled and a blood splashed out. The long arrow shot through his iron-inserted cotton armor. The arrowhead, which was spindle-shaped, burst out from behind his cloak, and the tip of the arrowhead was shining with a cold iron-cold light.

The family fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a large scattered snowflakes. In an instant, he felt that all his strength had been lost, so he rolled down the slope, and the snow was filled with blood.

Everyone was shocked, and Qiu Wutai shouted: "Take the arrow! If there are Tartars, be careful to dodge."

"Swoosh!" Another sharp roar of several arrows, and with a sudden sound, the arrow penetrated the flesh and blood of the armor, another servant was caught in the arrow.

He was even shot and rolled out, falling heavily on the snow. The arrowheads that penetrated his body were like a big chisel, large on the outside and small on the inside, made of birch, making it very thick and heavy.

"Don't be shot by the Tartars!"

Qiu Wutai shouted loudly. He had been in the border town for a long time, so he naturally knew the types of arrows used by the Qing soldiers, such as arrows, piercing arrows, and whistle arrows.

The body of the piercing arrow is slender, the arrow is thin and narrow, and the weight is slightly light. It is mostly used for long-range shooting and projectiles. The whistle arrow will make a sound after it is shot, and it is mostly used for early warning and message transmission. The arrow body is thick, the weight is large, and the arrow is wide, and it is mostly used for melee combat.

Especially the Qing army's crescent moons were covered with arrows and gifts, with heavy arrows, thick arrow shafts, and long arrow bodies. If they were shot, they would often bleed quickly, which would be a good fortune.

"I ambushed in the middle." He secretly hated him, looked up and saw that some armored figures appeared behind some trees and behind the walls more than ten steps ahead.

They are all tall, red tassels, painted iron helmets, neck protection neck protection, double-breasted cotton armor with dense copper nails, large heart protection mirrors on both sides, huge shoulder shields on both sides, and white edges on the red armor, which looks very heavy. It is indeed a vest whistle inlaid with red flags.

Qiu Wutai could see these people's murderous expressions, and their cruel and violent aura was faintly visible. They held the Tartar bow, with a large bow and a long bow tip, and they used heavy arrows. Although the firing speed was not fast, the big arrows were huge and the arrows were amazing.

"Swoosh!" Another heavy arrow shot up quickly, and the flat arrow shot like a black line. Qiu Wutai flashed quickly. The arrow shot through the trees, and the bark broke, bringing a large stream of wood chips and snowflakes to fly.

But it is an arrow that is cut off the gear. The arrow spindle type and flows in the body of the arrow, which is in line with aerodynamics, and it flies fast and steadily. If you are stunned, it will be the end of the death of the arrow.

Qiu Wutai suddenly pulled the bow, and the bow body creaked. He loosened his hand and the wolf-toothed arrow shot away, just next to a heart-protecting glass with a red flag vest.

The Tartar shook and seemed to be nothing, allowing the arrow to be inserted into his armor. Obviously, the Kaiyuan strong bow used by Qiu Wutai still could not shoot through his double armor protection.

Qiu Wutai shot a few more arrows, shooting the faces and throats of the Tartars, but they dodged by them. These Tartars have experienced countless wars and all have outstanding abilities to avoid arrows.

Shi Shunyin beside him also fought back calmly. The whistle-knight cavalry shot behind the trees, and the arrows roared back and forth, like the black lines of the god of death, but the arrows shot from the opposite side became increasingly dense, and I don’t know how many of them were.

Moreover, although each person has superb archery skills, the other party has outstanding protection power. There are several layers of heavy armor. No one of the servants hit them, but the arrows inserted into them cannot be a threat. If they are caught in the arrow, they will fall to the ground and suffer casualties.

Moreover, the opponent is indeed shooting more accurately, with stronger arrow power, and more wonderful grasp of the timing. Although the servants of the family are strong, they are far inferior to the elite soldiers of the hundred battles on the opposite side.

He heard screams coming, and three more servants fell to the ground, one of them was shot into the lungs, arrows penetrated deep into the armor, and the fishy liquid poured out from his trachea. He kept coughing against the trees, and every mouthful of coughing was blood.

Soon his clothes and armor were blood red in front of him, and the blood poured into the snow, freezing quickly, and the pungent smell of blood spread in the air.

"Master Qiu, you're in ambush, let's go." Kong Shigao shouted while shooting arrows there desperately.

"Fight and retreat." Qiu Wutai shouted. The big tree he covered had several arrows inserted on the side sign, and the arrow feathers were trembling, but he still kept shooting arrows to the opposite side according to the side sign and the trees. He knew that if he just ran away without caring about it, it would be annihilation of the entire army. The only way to fight and retreat was to let the Tartars on the other side stop.

Suddenly, another scream was heard. A servant was about to turn his head and escape when he was shot by a crescent-shaped arrow. The arrow was shot in the side of his head and penetrated from the other side of the felt hat. Blood and brains splashed out like tofu. The servant was undead for a while, and he was just a shrill wailing on the snow.

As soon as Qiu Wutai shook his hair, he saw a figure appearing on the opposite side, wearing a bulging armor, with black tassels on his helmet, and behind him was a small square flag of two feet square, but it was a squat-level existence in the opposite army. He was wearing triple armor and had better protection.

This man held a large-shot Tartar bow, just now he had loose strings, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with scars on his face, and his expression was full of tyranny and bloodthirsty.

Then Qiu Wutai felt even more heartbroken, and next to the figure, a man of the same dress appeared, with two rat whiskers on his face, and his eyes were filled with cruelty. He held the twelve-force bow, and the bowstrings were pulled over his ears. The bow was placed on the bow and arrow, which was a thick and long arrow that was pulled out.

When he loosened his hand, his bowstring trembled like a storm. The arrows shot up and brought up snowflakes. The family raised their signs to block them. The arrow shot through his side card and passed through his arm holding the side card.

The Ding screamed miserably, and the door opened wide. Another crescent moon arrow shot in, and shot through his face and penetrated to the back of his head. The Ding fell to the ground and rolled on the snow slope and twitched.

However, the two Tartars cooperated with Shiku, and the timing was so good. After the rise of the Later Jin Dynasty, they called themselves "Manchuria", which means "powerful arrows", and were always dominant with archery skills. These whistle-striking soldiers who came out to capture the life of the vests were even more outstanding archery skills and were keen to perceive the situation of the battle.

Seeing that seven people were killed and killed in a while, and none of the Tartars on the opposite side died, Qiu Wutai secretly hated him and shouted, "Brother Qiao, Brother Kong, you go first, I will cut off the rear!"

Qiao Zhenxiu hesitated for a moment and shouted, "Master Qiu, I want to go together!"

He pulled out his own pistol from his waist, pulled down the hammer with his thumb, and said angrily: "I'm a donkey bear, I'm fighting with the Tartars!"

At this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind, and the horses were neighing. The ambushed Tartar soldiers rushed to the rear wing. After hearing the movement, the three servants who were following the horse were probably in danger.

Kong Shigao trembled and said, "It's sea, today the ball is facing the sky."

Feng Yusheng leaned closely behind a big tree, and his face was as bright as earth. Today's whistle detective was too exciting to him. I heard that the Tartars were cruel and fierce, but I didn't expect that they were so fierce. No wonder they could invade several times and fight to Shandong twice.

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Everyone fought and retreated, and they used trees to resurface. Qiu Wutai and Shi Shunyin were still calm. Their archery skills pose great threat to the other party's throat and face, so that the pursuers would not be too unscrupulous.

Arrows roared and the red flag-inlaid vests on the mountain were chasing slowly. They cooperated with tacit understanding. Some people in front used trees and shields to shoot arrows. Some people in the rear held cold soldiers, short-handed axes, iron whips, hammers, goose-winged knives, tiger spears, and knives. Under the command of the two who were divided into two, waiting for the opportunity to connect in a short time.

At this time, everyone also saw clearly that the number of Tartars inlaid with red flags on the mountain was as large as a dozen.

Suddenly, two more servants were shot. The rest of the family Ding was panicked and threw a handful of iron bones on him. The sound of bone shattering came. The family Ding spurted out a mouthful of blood and threw it to the ground.

The sound of the wind flashed, and a red flag-embellished vest holding a goose-winged knife rushed over fiercely, with a heavy body and a wild boar.

The family struggled to get up in a hurry and pulled out his own goose-feather sword to fight. The red flag vest roared and slashed down, and the sword was sunk. The goose-winged sword he used was somewhat similar to the goose-feather sword, but the head was slightly larger, the knife was heavy on the back, and had double grooves, which was very suitable for chopping. After the rise of the Later Jin Dynasty, infantry mostly used goose-feather swords.

Seeing that the Tartar was so fierce, fear flashed in the eyes of the servant. His Yanling sword was thin and he did not dare to fight against the other Yanling sword head-on, so he changed to a flirting. Unexpectedly, the Red Flag Tarantula used the power of his waist to slash, and the heavy blade slashed on the side of the servant's neck. The scarlet blood burst out, and the servant's head rolled out.

On the other side, Kong Shigao Gang dodged away from a tree, suddenly his body trembled, and his back felt sore and wet, and he was already shot.

In an instant, he felt weak all over his body, as if all his strength was lost with the blood. Seeing two Tartars holding iron hammers and tiger guns chasing him one after another, he gritted his teeth, saw the opportunity, and roared out from behind the tree, and the goose-feathered knife in his hand desperately slashed at the Tartars holding iron hammers.

His waist and knife slashed fiercely at the Tartar's chest and shoulder position. The blade cut the cotton layer outside the knife, but only the inner armor slipped out of the sparks, but there was no armor piercing. The Tartar snorted coldly, swept the shield with his left hand hard, Kong Shigao staggered back, and then the wind came, but the Tartar holding a tiger gun chased after him.

The tiger spear in his hand stabbed heavily. The blade was guitar-shaped, nine inches long, and it was ridged one by one, and there were several blood grooves. The blade was dark red, and it was obviously covered with many people's blood.

With a sneer, the sound of the armor of the body being broken, the tiger spear disappeared, and the sharp spear penetrated deeply into Kong Shigao's body, until the antlers in the holster.

A large thigh of blood gushed out from Kong Shigao's mouth. He howled shrillly, in pain, but was held tightly by the Tartar tiger gun and could not move.

"Master Kong." Qiao Zhenxiu shouted. He was also facing several pursuers. He was even injured. His left arm was hit by an iron bone and drooped softly. Seeing a Tartar approaching, he gritted his teeth, aimed at him with a self-generated pistol, and then pulled the plate machine.

The Tartar's body trembled, but there was no gun sound. The self-producing hand gun was insufficient in steel and did not fire just now.

"The donkey bear is gone." Qiao Zhenxiu cried and scolded, then pulled the hammer and pulled the plate machine at the Tartars.

The Tartar's body trembled, and there was no gunshot. The Tartar's face twitched, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

Qiao Zhenxiu pulled down the hammer again and yelled: "Die Tartars, die!"

As soon as he raised his gun, the sound of wind came. A flying axe threw it out from the hands of the Tartars who were chasing from behind, spinning rapidly, and cutting it on Qiao Zhenxiu's neck.

Blood from his neck spurted out, Qiao Zhenxiu widened her eyes, and blood foam gushed out of her mouth. With a loud bang, the self-producing guns he held high sounded, and the burning flames of black gunpowder turned into thick smoke. The gun bullet hit the branches, and large areas of snow fell down.

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"Brother Shi, Brother Feng, I'm afraid I can't escape this time." Behind a cypress tree, Qiu Wutai panted and said to Shi Shunyin and Feng Yusheng beside him. "There are only three of us who are rushing out. I am the one who brings the brothers into danger, and Qiu is ashamed."

At this time, they were located northwest of Budai Mountain. Because the rear was raided, they had to flee northwest. While chasing and fighting, Qiu Wutai and Shi Shunyin were inevitably injured. Qiu Wutai was chopped with an axe, Shi Shunyin was shot with an arrow, and there were also wounds of different sizes.

During the battle, they didn't feel it. After a moment of gasping, both of them felt the pain of their wounds, as if they were burning with flames. In addition, the weather was cold, both of them felt that their physical strength was decreasing rapidly and slow.

However, Feng Yusheng was lucky. He had no big wound. He only had a crescent-shaped arrow and broke some flesh.

Shi Shunyin was still calm and said, "It's not a big deal to Mr. Qiu. I think the Tartars discovered it before we went up the mountain and set up an ambush."

Feng Yusheng also said with tears in his eyes: "I don't blame Master Qiu, it's all cunning Tartars."

Qiu Wutai nodded and looked to the southeast. Another figure of pursuers' red armor appeared, murmured: "If you can't escape, don't escape. Even if I die, I will still have to pull a few Tartars on their backs."

Shi Shunyin also laughed: "These sluts bully me, there are no men in Lu?"

The two laughed, both of them were in harmony. Qiu Wutai looked at Feng Yusheng and said, "Brother Feng, you flee northwest. Although the mountains over there are dangerous, there may not be no way out."

Feng Yusheng was still hesitating, and Qiu Wutai shouted: "Go away!"

He smiled and said, "When you meet a saint, it depends on your fate and whether you can match your name."

Feng Yusheng left with tears in his eyes. Seeing his leaving figure, Qiu Wutai and Shi Shunyin stood side by side with a plain expression. The two of them had been in the army for more than ten years. They had long been indifferent to life and death, but they had just died. They crawled out of the pile of dead people and had lived enough.

However, for some reason, a woman appeared in Qiu Wutai's heart, which was his newlywed wife. He had many women, but he was almost forty years old and had become a relative when he returned to Yizhou. His wife feared him and respected him, and always timidly treated him.

But Qiu Wutai always disagreed with her and didn't care about love. As long as she could have a son, it would be fine to spread the incense of the Qiu family. Before the ward out yesterday, his wife wanted to say something, and seemed to have something to say, but he felt impatient. When he thought about it, he felt a little regretful. Perhaps, he should have heard what she was going to say.

When the movement came, several figures with red flag vests appeared in the tree. The two looked at each other and Qiu Wutai smiled and said, "Mr. Shi, kill the Tartars!"

Shi Shunyin smiled and said, "Master Qiu, kill the Tartars!"

The two shouted: "Kill the Tartars!"

They had a life-friendly relationship, I saved your life, you saved my life, and they also had a tacit understanding between each other. The two of them held a side card in one hand, an iron hammer in the other, and a mature copper mace weapon, and rushed into the group of red flag vests like a mad tiger, fighting fiercely.

Shi Shunyin waved his iron hammer and smashed a red flag-clad vest and broke the shoulders and back, and another vest was squirting blood. He was chopped several times, got another axe, an iron whip, and finally was stabbed by a tiger spear.

He roared, and regardless of it, he grabbed the vest that was using an iron whip, snatched his eyes hard, and hit his head desperately. In the end, Shi Shunyin died, and the vest's head was also smashed to pieces, and his two eyes were taken out alive, and his brain was flowing all over the ground. When he was dying, there was still an incomparable fear on the face of the vest.

Qiu Wutai's wielding copper mace also hit several Tartars vomiting blood. One of his vests' arms was even broken by him. His body was stained with blood and scars were everywhere. Seeing Shi Shunyin dead in battle, he laughed: "Good brother, Qiu will come down to accompany you and take a Tartar away!"

He flashed behind a tree, and a vest with a short-handed axe roared and chased after him. However, as soon as he turned to the tree, the vest's expression became dull.

Qiu Wutai held a ten thousand enemy in his hand. At this time, the lead was burning and sparks were splashing. He held the ten thousand enemy and looked at him with a playful look on his face.

The Red Flag Vest inlaid vest rolled up and down rapidly, and he screamed suddenly and was about to run away. Qiu Wutai hugged him, hugged him tightly, and laughed: "Slutty, do you know you are afraid? Women who raise men, let's die together!"

With a loud bang, the surging smoke filled the air, accompanied by flying weapons, limbs, and blood.

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To be continued...