Be careful of sailing the ten thousand-year-old ship, who knows whether the Ming army will use light to fire hidden arrows!

Gorshha of Cherg carefully protected their masters, and each of them nervously blocked the shield in front, for fear that the Ming army would suddenly fire a gun or shoot a few arrows.

There were corpses of people and horses everywhere in sight, and you could vaguely see many people moving.

However, the light brought by the fireworks of the Ming people flew in an instant, and soon, the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"You bring a team of people to save people, and the rest follow me."

Cherge wiped his palms on a corpse, and continued to grop forward with the smell of fishy smell. He was also a Hongjiao named Tuhai. When the explosion occurred, he was with Chaohal. Although it was dark, he could find the place at that time based on his impression.

Everyone continued to grop, and from time to time, someone was crushed by the corpses of people, or the saddle on the ground was wrapped around his feet and fell to him.

Someone kicked the helmet, and the crisp sound seemed particularly harsh at night.

However, the Ming army behind the wooden fence not far away seemed to have not heard the movement here, and did not even make a sound.

Compared to the Ming army's indifference, the Jin soldiers who came to save people looked like rats, especially when they crouched, their small braids on them looked like rats' tails.

Cherge, who was determined to find his younger brother, had no intention of thinking about why Mingjun didn't come out to stop them. His heart was always on his back. He was afraid of seeing his younger brother's body. In that case, he would not know how to explain to Ama and his mother.

A pit about two feet wide blocked Cherge and his party's place. The pit was pitch black, but someone could hear moaning.

The Ming army's fireworks were not set off again. Cherge and the others could not see how many living Jurchens were in the pit. He wanted to go around first, but a familiar voice suddenly came from the pit, but it was the magnificent Shiertu of the second and third Niulu.

"Iltou, is it you?"

Cherg asked softly, and a positive answer came from below.

"Go down and save people!"

Cherge hurriedly asked the two Goshhas around him to go down to save the person because Irtu's mother was his mother's sister, and their aunt was the concubine Guarja Lorol, the traitor who was killed by the Khan. Irtu's sister was also promised to his youngest brother Ebilon as his wife, although both of them were very young.

The two Goshhas knew about Iltou and his master's relationship, so they both carefully touched the slope.

When they landed, the feet of both of them were soft and the smell of blood was stronger than above. Needless to say, there must be corpses under their feet.

Iltou's injury was not serious, but he was injured in his right leg, so he couldn't climb up with his own strength alone.

He was already desperate, and it was terrible that the wounded soldiers who could not return to his own camp in time on the battlefield ended up in time. Fortunately, what he was waiting for was not the Ming army who had finished the fight, but his own people.

Iltou struggled to hold up, endured the huge pain in his legs, and moved forward while calling the visitor.

One of the two Goshhas was in the dark and wanted to help Iltou up, but when he was tentacles, he subconsciously shrank back and then screamed: "Snake!"

When the other Goshha heard a snake, he became panicked, and Iltou even more panicked, and two snakes had already swam on his body.

It must have been the Ming army's gunpowder that exploded the snake nest here!

"Pull me up!"

Iltou shouted, and the two Goshhas calmed down and didn't care where the snake was, quickly helped Iltou up and climbed up the slope.

One person held a hand and finally pulled the person up.

"Are you okay?"

Cherg asked Iltou about his injuries with concern. After knowing that the other party was only injured in his leg, he asked the two soldiers who came with him to help him back first.

I heard that Xiao Shisan is here, and I don’t know how to live or die. Iltou was also a little worried, but he knew that he couldn’t help Cherge. He told the other party to be careful and then limped away with the help of the soldiers.

Cherge and his men fumbled for a while and finally found the approximate location of the Red Armored Soldier. Judging from the corpses of more than a dozen red Armored Soldiers lying on the ground, most of them were inside.

"Xiao Shisan, Xiao Shisan..."

Cherge called softly, feeling extremely anxious, but no one in the four fields agreed to him.

"Look for it, you have to see people alive, and you have to see corpses when you die!" Cherge gritted his teeth.

The group then opened the corpses one by one, but they flipped through dozens of corpses and even dragged out the person pressing down on the horse's belly, but they could not find Chao Haar.

"Xiao Shisan, where are you, where are you!"

Cherge sat in a daze on a wooden board. Although he was unwilling to believe it, he had to accept the ending that Xiao Shisan might be blown away and separated from his bones. Otherwise, he would not have been able to find him.

A "whistle" sound suddenly came from a distance, and then an explosion came from mid-air. It was a gorgeous firework, emitting a blue light of smoke, illuminating the Shura field where the corpses of the horse were everywhere.

One after another.

The light source also made the searching Jin soldiers' eyes lit up.

“Big…Sir…”

The Red Armored Bing Tuhai saw something, pointing at the wooden board under Cherge's butt, his eyes widened, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing.

"What?"

Cherg jumped up and looked at Tuhai's gesture, and he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

He was sitting on a coffin.

There was a man pressing under the coffin, and two hands stretched out from the coffin.

In one of the hands was a long sword engraved with the pattern of Haidongqing on the hilt. This sword was very famous in the Eight Banners and was known to almost everyone because it was the sword of King Khan when he was young.

Later, the knife was given to his nephew by the Khan King, and it was also the youngest Niu Luezhen Chao Hal, the Eight Banners.

So, the answer is obvious to who the owner of both hands.

"Little Thirteen!"

Cherge went to lift the coffin like crazy, and Tu Hai and the others rushed up to help.

After everyone lifted the coffin back together, the dark blue light brought by the Ming army's fireworks in the air made them see a head that did not exist at all.

This head really doesn't exist. The liquid in the head has long solidified with the soil. There is no head, leaving only a neck full of flesh and cartilage, and a braid soaked in blood.

Below the neck, nothing.

Next to it, the helmet with a spire is pressed like a discus.

"ah!"

The tragic situation of his younger brother made it difficult for Cherge to suppress his inner pain and anger, and he shouted loudly.

On the opposite side, Ming Jun's scolding came.

"What are you doing in the dark night? You dogs and taverns move faster, get your people away quickly, and get them to a halt!"

"Damn it, if you don't sleep, I'll have to sleep! If the general hadn't asked me to light up some shots for you, I wouldn't have bothered to pay attention to you, such a slutty group!"

"Why, why are you standing stupidly? Do you still have to light a few bonfires for you?"
Chapter completed!