Suddenly, the two women turned their heads and heard the howling sound of arrows. A large number of sharp arrows flew over from the east of the inn. They rose rapidly in the air, and after reaching the top, they fell in an arc, making a "swish" sound of breaking through the air.

The arrow fell into the wall, and one was inserted into the snow not far from the two girls, and the arrow feathers trembled gently.

Qian Sanniang pulled it up and looked at it: "It's the Tartars' arrows, and they started to attack." Liu Qilang once told everyone about the types of Tartars' weapons. Compared with the arrows used in melee combat, the Tartars' arrows are slender and narrow, and are mostly used for long-range shooting and ejection. At this time, they are shot in.

The sound of wolves howling and roaring came from outside, and at the same time, a large handful of flying axes and iron bones were thrown in. The Tartars attacked.

The two girls rushed to the east of the inn, and a howling sound came from the air. Large pieces of arrows fell from the sky, and a few of them fell on Qian Sanniang and Li Ruwan's helmets, making a "ding-bell" sound.

Flying axes and iron bones were thrown outside, accompanied by sharp roars, and long black shadows passed by, but the Tartars threw a javelin.

Their javelins are similar to the Ming army. They are both heavy iron edges, thick in front and thin in the back, and the center of gravity is in front, so they can be shot far away, and generally thirty steps are the basics.

The two women flashed past these deadly weapons and came to the rammed earth wall. There was already a loud blast here, accompanied by the explosion of thousands of enemies, and the smoke of gunpowder rolled.

When they looked, they saw a large group of Tartars outside the low wall howling and charging. They rushed out of the reeds hidden in the southeast, including the vests of Tartars with red flags and the blue cotton armor.

They rushed from thirty steps away, wearing heavy armor but running like flying, and they might not be able to rush into the low wall soon.

The horse's hooves were rumbling outside, and large groups of Tartars rode their horses, bent their bows and arrows from time to time, and shot arrows in. Some even ran closer, using horsepower to project to fly axes, iron bones and other weapons, and even more powerful javelins.

Qian Sanniang looked solemn. Among the Tartars riding horses, she saw several strong Tartars with iron armor all over their bodies, like a small fire flag behind them. Their men and horses were dressed in a fierce and cruel manner. They were probably the white-armored Tartar soldiers who were killed earlier. This time, they were probably a fierce battle.

She shouted, "I'll see if I'm going to beat you."

Uncle Fan and others fired guns, and from time to time, Tartars screamed and fell to the ground, but the charging Tartars also threw flying axes, iron bones, javelins and other weapons. The Tartars riding horses also shot arrows and shot many weapons. There were also Tartars behind them roaring and shooting heavy arrows. While they fired the guns, they had to distract themselves and dodge, making the charging Tartars rush closer and closer.

With a sudden scream, a whistle rider was hit on his head by a heavy iron bone, and his helmet was a little sunken. He bleeded blood on his mouth and fell backwards.

Qian Sanniang fired a Tartar. The ten-mm caliber pistol was powerful. She used new gunpowder and used a long single-headed bullet to break the double armor in more than ten steps. The Tartars rushed to ten steps, holding a heavy iron whip, and was frightened. She suddenly got hit by a bullet and fell backward incredibly.

Qian Sanniang fired another shot at a Tartar in blue cotton armor. The Tartar held the hammer and was screaming with his mouth open. Suddenly he was shot in his chest, bright red blood sprayed out, and his scream stopped abruptly.

Qian Sanniang pulled down the hammer again, and suddenly several flying axes and iron bones flew towards her. She hurriedly squatted, and several fatal throwing weapons flew past her head.

She stood up from behind the low wall, and as soon as she looked out, a heavy arrow in the smoke had arrived in front of her. She blocked the card and shot the arrow on the hemispherical iron cover. The loud "when" sounded, and the sparks slipped away.

The more Tartars approached, the war became more critical. Li Ruwan walked by the wall and supported the war everywhere. Suddenly she heard a sharp roar. A black shadow flashed not far away, but a heavy javelin was thrown.

Hearing a scream of "Ah", the starling staggered back, the javelin penetrated through the armor, and came out from behind his cloak. The blood rain of the big bunch was brought out with the spearhead. He fell to the ground with a shocking snow, and the snow was filled with blood.

But he threw down ten thousand enemies. As soon as he exploded a Tartar, he threw a flying axe, and quickly dodged. As soon as he was straightened, a javelin followed. The starling couldn't dodge and was stabbed through.

Li Ruwan and others screamed. The starling was named eighth in the family and worked in the escort agency of Jiu Ye very young. Recently, he talked about the media and planned to get married next year. Li Ruwan and others had already become familiar with him, but they didn't expect that they would be gone.

Suddenly, a fierce and fierce figure jumped down from the low wall. He was covered in heavy armor and the slanted fire flame flag was like fire behind him. He pushed down the shield and stepped on the top of the rammed earth wall. Even the man and the shield hit Tan Ge'er below.

"Bang!" Tan Ge'er squirted blood from his mouth, and his whole body was hit and flew backwards. His back hit the ground heavily, and another mouthful of blood was squirting out.

But it was a Tartar Bayala. He smashed down with his shield, which made Tan Ge'er vomit blood and flew away. The shield was swung, and a cold knife appeared in his hand.

He had just finished shooting a whistle of a whistle, and before he could draw his sword, he roared and smashed the winged tiger gun in his hand.

The Tartar Bayala's thrust his arms and staggered back. Then a cold light flashed, and the sound of the creeping iron armor and flesh being pierced. The thrust knife in Bayala's hand stabbed the body of the whistle, causing him to penetrate the knife in pain.

Suddenly, Bayala twitched his hand and slashed with an oblique slash. The cold sword light accompanied by a shrill scream, and blood sprayed like a fountain. However, Uncle Fan, as soon as he raised his gun to fire at him, his right arm was cut off.

Li Ruwan fired a gun at him and hit the iron armor on the side. Bayala shook and still roared to kill Uncle Fan.

Li Ruwan's pistol had three guns, and it was too late to load them again. As soon as she threw the pistol, she pulled out an axe and threw it hard, cutting it on the face of the Tartar, even cutting a part of her helmet.

The Tartar screamed shrillly, and Li Ruwan pulled out another axe and slashed at him, yelling: "Die Tartars, I'm going to kill you."

She slashed hard, accompanied by screams, the sound of flesh and blood being cut open, and the blood of the big bunch of blood spilled out, constantly splashing on Li Ruwan's body, face, and armor.

...

The battle became more and more intense. From time to time, Tartar vests jumped in. Qian Sanniang finished shooting two pistols and drew out his heavy sword.

When she arrived at the north of the inn, the Tartar cavalry outside rushed closer and closer. In the smoke of gunpowder, a figure suddenly jumped in with people and horses. The shining heavy armor, the slanted fire flame flag behind her was another ingenious Bayala warrior.

Bayala held the tiger gun, and knocked a whistle cavalry to shoot by the wall with his men and horses. As soon as he rolled and struggled to get up, the tiger gun in his hand pierced into his chest, and disappeared without a blade, until it penetrated deep into the holster.

The whistleblower opened his eyes wide, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth. He was taken to the tiger gun and retreated, and his feet rubbed deep marks on the snow.

Bayala shook off the sergeant's body and turned the horse around. "Xilulu" his war horse's front hooves were raised high. With the sound of "stepping", he held his tiger spear and rushed towards another sergeant. It was as guitar as the shape of a guitar, and the deep red gun blade pointed straight at him.

Suddenly, a figure next to him jumped high, holding a sharp steel sword, and pierced from behind Bayala. The sharp sword tip pierced Bayala's iron neck, pierced from his shoulder blades, and penetrated deep into his heart and lungs. Then the figure fell to the ground, bringing out a large arc-shaped bunch of blood, which flew on her flying cloak.

Bayala hit the ground with a bang, and his heavy body hit the snow, his expression of pain and shock.

It was Qian Sanniang who killed the Tartars white armor and heard the nearby screaming, but a whistle whistle and a blue flag trolling each other. At this time, the Tartars were riding on him, and the axe kept slashing at him. The whistle whistle squeaked and struggled desperately.

Qian Sanniang shot his sword and pierced the Tartar's neck. Blood splashed, and he fell weakly on the whistle.

Qian Sanniang was about to go over, and suddenly with a "boom", the courtyard gate shattered, and another Bayala broke into the door. As soon as he raised the whistle, he was knocked to the ground. The horse's hooves stepped on him without hesitation, and the bones cracked, and the whistle howled shrillly.

When Bayala came in, she saw Qian Sanniang's eyes lit up, and the Eight Banners Spear in her hand was raised.

Qian Sanniang looked at her mace and leaned against the door of the hall. She went over and picked it up. Nabayala urged the horse to fight and started charging at the same time.

His armor was heavy, his men and horses were hung on him, and his spear was raised to his waist. When his men and horses were united, his iron hooves came over him trampling on the snowflakes.

Qian Sanniang raised her mace and shouted to charge. Her whole body jumped and flew to the left side of the white-armored Tartar. Nabayala's spear turned around, and in the moment of lightning, Qian Sanniang's mace hit the Tartar's head in advance.

His lacquered iron helmet instantly sank, shattered, squeezed, red blood, and white brain splattered desperately. In the end, his head was like a broken rotten watermelon, his neck was twisted and broken. His spear stabbed by Qian Sanniang's neck and then fell off the horse with a bang.

...

Not far from the inn, the desolate mountain in Matoupu was wrapped in the blue flag, the Bayala Zhuangda Wuzhuozhuo Ketu of the Zhenglan Banner, the Korkun of the Kabushxian Camp, and the red flag were divided into Shikutundae horses. They were only a few dozen steps away from the inn, and they were condescending, and the situation on both sides could be clearly seen.

Looking at the battlefield situation over there, Wuzhu Ketu's Adam's apple rolled up and down rapidly, and he murmured: "Who are these Ming soldiers? They are so brave...What firearms do they use?"

The more he looked, the more frightened he became. After Bayala who rushed in, he was even more sweating in the battle. These Bayala were all treasures in the flag. This time, he only brought four Bayala out of the whistleblower, and they were all here. How would he explain after he went back?

Tun Dai next to him was also gritting his teeth. Looking at the strong figure of the flying tiger fox tail flag beside him, he secretly hated that this slave was domineering and insisting on fighting with the group of Ming troops. After tracking, he also set up a strategy of ambushing and attacking in front.

But Tun Dai fought with this group of people and knew that this group of strange Ming troops was not that delicious? Sure enough, more than 30 warriors in the two-flag vests who were attacking were probably more than half of them. The four Bayala soldiers who were particularly killed, not to mention Wuzhu Ketu, even when they remembered it, they felt like they were cut off.

He felt ruthless: "If my master asks, I will definitely report it truthfully!"

Junzhu Ketu suddenly became fierce: "Can't beat him anymore!"

He didn't ask for advice from Colcon next to him, and took out a whistle arrow and shot it into the air.

Kerkun didn't care, and his face was still playful. Seeing the two flag warriors attacking the inn retreating under the command of the whistle arrow, he glanced over there deeply and spit out four words: "It's really interesting."

As soon as he roared with war horses, the horses rush down the mountain like a whirlwind and headed to Matou Town.

...

The Qing army, who finally attacked the inn, retreated. They rushed to the lurking river bank and rode their horses to the north. The Pizhou whistle cavalry were unable to pursue them. They reached the bottom line. If the Tartars continued to attack, they didn't know whether they could support them.

Everyone lived after the disaster, and they sat on the ground, regardless of the snow and coldness. The smoke on their faces were covered with scars on their bodies, and there were corpses of our enemies beside them. The wounded screamed in pain, and blood was everywhere on the ground, and blood and snow mixed together to condense into strange things.

After a brief breath, they cleaned the battlefield under Qian Sanniang's arrangement and rescued the wounded.

After the war, they cleaned up and cut off eighteen Tartars' heads, but everyone was not happy.

The battle was too tragic. The Tartars fought desperately, causing the five of them to be killed and four of them to be seriously injured. Most of the Yuzhe was injured. Including Huo Ge'er and others who had suffered casualties earlier, twenty people had already sent out, and more than half of them were killed or killed. The risk was too great if the sentry was not taken to the night.

Qian Sanniang looked at the battlefield silently. There were reddish-brown things mixed with blood and snow everywhere in front of and behind the rammed earth wall. There were also some sad crying of the wounded people in the room. She silently loaded up her medicine and walked into the guest hall. Li Ruwan and others followed her silently.

Sister Tian held the child and hugged in a corner of the lobby, trembling desperately. When she saw Qian Sanniang coming in, her face turned as if she was dead.

She knelt down with a loud voice, kowtowed to Qian Sanniang hard, and begged, "It's all forced by the Tartars. They took my man away and said they wanted to kill my child, so they had to obey... I didn't mean it."

Qian Sanniang looked at her and slowly pulled out her hand gun: "Does the world matter and the deeds and the heart matter. If you put arsenic in the soup, will we die if we eat it?"

Sister Tian walked over and cried: "I beg my wife to spare my life. This child's father must be dead. She can't have no mother anymore."

Uncle Wan and others sighed. Sister Tian looked pitiful, but this was not a reason to forgive her.

Qian Sanniang looked at her and said word by word: "Your child will grow up well."

He pulled down the hammer and shot Tian Jie'er with a gun. The smoke filled his body. A hole in the back of Tian Jie'er's head, a large stream of blood mixed with the brain splattered out, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

The baby girl burst into tears. Qian Sanniang picked her up and coaxed her, "Nannan doesn't cry."

She found a blanket, wrapped the baby, tied it to her chest, and covered her with a cloak. The uninjured whistleblower had packed up the horse saddle, and found several large trucks from the inn to carry the injured and the bodies. Everyone decided to set off as soon as possible. The journey was dangerous, so it would be better to return to Tianyue Village as soon as possible.

Qian Sanniang stepped on the stirrup and put on the horse's back. She looked at the baby girl in her arms. Her black eyes looked at her. She turned to look at the inn and said, "Burn this black shop."

She said with a horse's back, "Go a little bit, go."

Her snow hoofed rouge horse neighed with a long sound, and her hooves ran out of the inn gate.

The riders followed one after another, heading eastward, disappearing into the snow-covered official road.

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Chapter completed!