Soon after, Li Ruwan and others came back and brought back the seized at the foot of the mountain. There were 35 Qing soldiers, horses and mules, all of which were fat, strong horses, and all of them were equipped with tents and supplies.

There were also eighteen war horses from Yizhou siege cavalry, which were seized by the Qing soldiers and then owned by Pizhou siege cavalry and others, and Feng Yusheng's war horses were also included.

Qian Sanniang looked through it and found that there were many miscellaneous items in the Tartars, including both pills and pills. In addition to beans, there were also a lot of gold and silver captured. It was estimated that it would not be less than 1,500 taels of silver.

After Qian Sanniang decided to change to a safe place, the money was distributed to the sergeant under her command. Now she has a different status and a 10% share dividend from Xin'anji that her husband gave her, which is no longer effective.

Three corpses were found in the seized Tartar horse and mule, one without a head, obviously cut by Feng Yusheng. One was broken, and the body still had the smell of shrapnel and gunpowder. One was broken and his eyes were gone. It was obviously the result of the killing of Qiu Wutai and Shi Shunyin.

Thinking about the tragic moment, the decisive and bravery of Qiu and Shi, everyone couldn't help but sigh, and they were also glad that they had excellent and powerful firearms. No matter how thick the Tartars had a rich combat experience, they would be dead if they were shot. They didn't have to trade their lives like this.

Qian Sanniang also decided that these three Tartar heads were brought back by Feng Yusheng by Jie Shi. They were all brave heroes, and there was no reason for them to lose their military achievements.

When they watched the seizure, everyone was smiling happily. They cleaned up the venue and rescued the wounded.

Three people were injured in this battle. Song Ge'er's face was cut by a flying axe and was unconscious. His wound was very deep and he didn't know if he could be saved. Even if he survived, he would not talk about the problem of deficiencies. His face was damaged, and his teeth, gums, etc. were damaged. I'm afraid it would be inconvenient to eat food.

Huo Ge'er has been killed. This is the person from the original Huojiazhai. Looking at his body, Li Ruwan felt sad. Not long ago, the two joked that they called him "It's almost twenty-five, and they still can't marry a wife." Now, Huo Ge'er can't marry a wife forever.

This sentry detective is indeed dangerous, and life and death are only in a moment. Especially in the face of Tartars, they are superb archery and various weapons are specialized in dealing with throat and face. But the throat is easy to deal with, but the face is not possible. After all, it is a sentry detective and cannot be equipped with face armor, otherwise it will affect the sight.

Moreover, even if the flying axe is thrown, it has a face armor. If it is hit, it may suffer great damage.

There was another whistle detective hit by a iron bone, and the heart protection mirror was sunken and deformed. When I went back, I had to replace it. The rest was fine, but there was some bruises on my chest.

There is no way to deal with this type of injury, and no matter how you protect it, it is impossible to cover everything. In particular, the oriental armor is basically composed of small pieces of armor, and its defense against blunt weapons is average. No matter how exquisite the armor is, it is afraid of heavy weapons such as big sticks, maces, and hammers.

Uncle Fan and others cleaned the wounds for the two injured, applied golden sore ointment, and bandaged them with clean gauze. As whistle detectives, they all wanted to learn treatment and rescue. Among the whistle detectives, Tan Ge'er and Mao Ge'er were especially used as essence.

The injured were rescued here, and the battlefield was cleaned up. All the dead Tartars were cut off. Those who were not dead were cut off, and the heads were cut off again.

Their armor was stripped all, and the weapons were picked up, leaving only the headless corpse lying in the snow, the ice and blood clotted together, which was quite tragic.

There were eleven Tartars' heads, one of them was seriously damaged. After being exploded by ten thousand enemies, only half of the head was left.

What was surprising was that the head who was divided into Shiku was killed by many thousands of enemies, but his head was still intact.

Among the seized Tartar corpses, the other two heads, Qian Sanniang asked Feng Yusheng to chop them, and told him that he would take back the three heads obtained by the Yizhou siege, and return them to him. He lost his sword, bow and arrow, and he could get a set of them from the capture of the Tartars.

He could also take some of the important relics of the Yizhou siege cavalry, but he was alone and it was unsafe to bring too many things. The Yizhou siege cavalry war horses he obtained were temporarily left with her. Later, her husband and Lord Yang He, the general general of Pizhou, returned them to the Yizhou side.

He didn't have to rush to leave, to see if the pursuers could catch the living. If they could obtain information, Jie Shi would take it back to Yizhou together.

Feng Yusheng was overjoyed and thanked him very much. He deeply felt that these Pizhou whistle cavalry were different and Mrs. Yang was different.

He thought to himself: "My name is Yu Sheng. Is Mrs. Yang the saint?"

It was like he was in a dream, and the experience of these two days was unforgettable for him.

Soon Uncle Wan and others came back, each of whom was very happy, but they seized three war horses. Two of the injured Tartars were tied up on the horse, but they captured two living mouths. Another war horse was hung with a human head, a pair of peeled Tartar armor, several pairs of archery weapons, etc.

It turned out that the five Tartars ran away. They killed one with a pistol while chasing them. The other two were injured and unable to run fast, so they used a horse rope to trap them. In the end, the two Tartars were left to flee into the mountains, as if they were the one who was divided into the vest archer who was uninjured.

Uncle Wan and others caught the survivors, but they were not willing to cause trouble, so they escorted the two prisoners back.

Seeing the survivors, everyone was overjoyed and watched them.

They fought against the Tartars, but they didn't see so clearly at this time that they saw the two Tartars with rat whiskers, their scalps were grim and slim and naked. They had a bunch of money-sized hair behind their heads, and a braid was hanging down. They were thin and long, like pig's tail and rat's tail.

Both of them were thick, one had a little inflexible left shoulder, as if it was injured. The other had a broken right arm, and was bandaged at this time, and hung it on his chest with a strip of cloth.

One of them was angry and the other was silent, and there was a sense of fierceness and cruelty on them. The wild aura was very strong, just like two wild boars.

Everyone was amazed and finally saw the living Tartars at close range. Li Ruwan picked up the braids of a man. It was the Tartar who was injured on his left shoulder and exclaimed: "Look at it, does it look like a pig's tail?"

The Tartar roared, staring at Li Ruwan with his eyes, and was angry as if he wanted to burn her to ashes. He saw that the Ming army whistle detective in front of him was actually a woman, and a woman teased her noble braid was awesome!

He wanted to tear the woman to pieces, but he was tied up and injured again, so he had to struggle and roar desperately.

Li Ruwan glared at her eyes and cursed: "Damn Tartars, what are you looking at?"

A heavy slap hit the Tartar in the face, causing him to bleed from his mouth and nose, and his teeth to fly out.

She thought of Huo Ge'er who was killed, and she was even more angry. She fired her bows from left to right and slapped him several times.

The Tartar roared shrillly and roared in Manchu.

Although the siege cavalry learned some simple Manchu and Mongolian language from Liu Qilang and the others, the Tartars spoke so quickly, but everyone couldn't understand it. They couldn't help but look at the member of the Yuan Tianxiong Army who was a translator of the journalism.

He looked bad and said, "This Tartar scolded us Nikan, a bad word, and said he wanted to peel us."

"What?" Li Ruwan glared at her eyes, everyone was angry. Qian Sanniang looked at it and said lightly: "I want to peel us, but he has no chance."

She pulled out the gun from her waist and pulled down the hammer and said, "This Tartar is so unruly, it is a scourge to carry it."

She aimed at the Tartar's head and pulled the board machine. With a loud bang, thick smoke burst out. There was a hole in front of the Tartar's forehead and a big hole behind the Tartar's head, and red and white splattered.

The Tartar vest fell down with a bang, snowflakes rose, and blood and brain plasma flowed all over the ground.

Qian Sanniang ordered: "Cut off his head."

She turned her hand gun and pointed at the rest of the Tartars' living mouth. She pulled the hammer with her thumb, "Kakaka", and the rotary rod connected to the hammer drove the barrel to rotate and changed the hole.

Her pistol pointed at his head: "Kneel down!"

Yuan Tianxiong Army stumbled beside him and shouted, and translated it in Manchu.

The Tartar hated and looked at the Ming woman in front of her, with a cold expression, holding a strange firearm, three tubes of hand guns, and using flint, which was sharp and convenient.

After he was injured, he stayed at the foot of the mountain. Tong Gar and others failed and died for no reason. At this time, he understood a little why Tong Gar and others failed.

Looking at Qian Sanniang's ruthless eyes, the emitted tube mouth was still sizzling with light smoke. The black hole in the tube mouth was facing him and could be emitted at any time. He felt fear in his heart, and finally he knelt down with a plop.

Everyone laughed, and Li Ruwan said, "This dead Tartar, I thought he would be brave and unyielding."

Uncle Wan said: "After all, it is a robber, and greed for life and fear of death is the nature."

Qian Sanniang snorted, put the pistol flexibly, inserted it into the gun sconce on her waist, and ordered: "Carry it out and leave here. The Tartar's mouth is stuffed, find a place to interrogate it."

It is no longer safe to be so tidbited here. After this battle, everyone was not afraid to fight against the Qing soldiers. But now the important thing is to interrogate the live-action and obtain information. It is better to have less than more things.

The whistle cavalry received the order loudly, packed up one after another, collected the baggage and prepared saddles. Feng Yusheng exhaled. He felt happy and thrilled about what happened just now, and said to himself: "Mrs. Yang is also cruel and ruthless. Fortunately, the head of the Tartars was not damaged."

Soon everyone finished packing up and left here quietly. The mountain temple returned to peace, leaving only the messy slope, and headless corpses filled the wilderness.

...

But Tun Dai and a vest named Yanbuha escaped. The two of them escaped by chance. They were still scared of the war just now. They rushed to the horses and wanted to be far away from Xima Mountain. I don’t know how long they had escaped. Seeing the horse under their crotch were hot and exhausted, they gradually slowed down their running speed just because they were afraid that their mounts would die.

At this time, the two were heading to Teng County. Tun Dai was silent all the way, braving the horse without saying a word. He was shot in his left arm. Although the warhead was not left inside, a large piece of flesh and blood was taken away. At this time, the wound was so hot that his hands holding the reins were a little inflexible.

When Yanbuhayu heard that he was angry, he said that the Southern Barbarians were cunning and he was waiting for their treacherous plan. If he faced each other, he would definitely kill all the Southern Barbarians.

He shed tears again and said that he would be able to divide the brothers such as Shiku Tonggar, Ergen and others died in battle. I remember that before leaving the post, he agreed with them that this trip would be the one who would step into the territory of the southern Zhili of the Ming Dynasty.

Tun Dai sighed, "No matter how high the proud sea east is, it will be broken. Since the breaking of the mouth, too many warriors have been killed. Bayaladoladai, Turgatu, Sarna and others who broke through the mouth of Huangya were dead. Even when attacking Hejian, the red flag Niulu Zhangjing, Batulusol and No were all dead, let alone our vest soldiers?"

He sighed, "Don't underestimate these Southern Barbarians. They are very strange. They fight more immaturely, but their firearms are very sharp, especially if they can shoot without a fuse, and they are not silenced. This is enough to offset our years of experience in killing. When we meet this group of people again, we must be careful."

At this time, Tun Dai still felt inexplicably. Where did this group of Ming troops come from? The firearms they used were so strange. They were all self-generated muskets, not dumb fire, and had strong armor-breaking ability. Their armor was also extremely sophisticated. They could not even shoot arrows without entering more than a dozen steps.

In the past, they had excellent armor and sharp arrows, but their opponents, Mingjun, had bad firearms and weak equipment, so they were invincible. However, when they met this group of people, their advantages were all eliminated, and even bows and arrows faced their firearms, and they were suppressed one-sidedly.

This made Tun Daifu worry, hoping that this group of people were just the most elite servants under the command of the Ming general. If there were too many, thousands, it would not be a good thing for the Qing Dynasty.

Yanbuha was a little dissatisfied, but Tun Dai's words made him unable to refute. When he recalled the war in Xima Mountain, he still felt fear in his heart. No matter how strong his side's side's A and how rich his fighting experience was, he would be dead end to face the opponent's guns and bullets. I hope he would not meet this group of people again.

They ran on a path, ahead of them, with a mountain ridge, and a large area of ​​pine and cypress under the ridge was covered with snow. Tun Dai was cautious when suddenly an arrow shot into the sky in the forest. The arrow roared in the wind, with a sharp whistle.

Tun Dai's eyes lit up: "It's our Soron whistle arrow."

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Chapter completed!