Chapter 196: Beheading

The momentum of the Tartars shocked everyone. The Tartars, who rushed down from the mountain, roared past the village. The people who ran on the streets were dragged by a long sword. With the rushing force of the horse, they cut off their heads effortlessly.

Although it was a small army that sneaked into the mountain trails, the Tartars still maintained the habit of attacking their opponents on the grasslands. They did not rush to invade various households and loot their property, but rushed by and with the help of their fierce momentum, they broke down the enemy's formation and eliminated all the enemy's courage to resist.

The information obtained in advance by this small village was not stationed by the officers and soldiers. The purpose of them passing by was to prevent the villagers from escaping. The war horses rushed to the front of the village and had to turn back immediately and start robbing and killing each household.

However, the Tartars, who were rushing to the front, rushed to the entrance of the village, and were shocked to find hundreds of officers and soldiers standing there with bows and arrows, as if they were waiting for the battle.

But they had no time to analyze why a team of officers and soldiers suddenly appeared in the village. The subordinates of the fire sieve were the most fierce among Tatar Mongolia. This team of thousands of people sent to grab food was even more brave and good at fighting. When they were slightly surprised, they howled and swung their weapons.

The Tartars who saw the situation here were rushing to rush over, picking their bows and placing arrows. The Mongols were good at riding and shooting, and they were very skilled in placing arrows at the horse. They had entered the attack state in a moment.

Seeing this, Yang Ling knew that he could no longer delay the situation. Four hundred strong horses could not be hidden in the village. In order to cover up, this army of officers and soldiers were infantrymen. A rain of arrows could only be blocked for a moment. If the Tartars rushed into the formation, they would be afraid that hundreds of people would die here.

This place is so close to Datong, and there is a Great Wall blocking ahead. The Tartars have never appeared in this area. In addition, the main force of Boyan turned to Pingshun, Hukou, and Yangling never expected that a Tartar would suddenly appear on Fangshan. This is really a mantis stalking the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

If the Tatars wanted to bypass the Great Wall and raid behind, they could only sneak around and have not built several dangerous peaks between the mountains and ridges. However, it was extremely difficult to move there, and it was impossible for the army to pass through. These thousands of people were at their limit.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ling made a decision in his heart. He immediately shouted: "No matter whether it is an official or a thief, he is a Han person. Catching a thief is his duty, killing a thief is his duty. Our account will be settled in the future. Today, we will only kill the Tartars. Brothers, take action!"

The bowstring was noisy, and with Yang Ling's order, four hundred archers immediately turned the arrows toward each other. A wave of eagle feathered arrows shot towards the crazily rushing Tartars.

The Tartars were riding their horses and fell off the horses. Several short and strong Mongolian horses with arrows on their backs turned around and fled, and their feet were hooked in stirrups and dragged a bloody mark in the snow.

When Yang Ling saw more than a thousand iron cavalry flocking to the village, he became extremely calm. Although he had almost never personally posed on the battlefield with a knife, he had seen many cases. Now hundreds of guards follow their lives. He must save his brothers' lives. This is his responsibility.

Yang Ling glanced and shouted sternly: "The entrance of the village is narrow, which is not conducive to the collision of the Tatar cavalry. The imperial guards boarded the horse and blocked the intersection for me. The rest of the men immediately retreated to Baideng Mountain and defended the mountain!"

After a brief shock from the inner guards, the courage had already replied. He immediately pulled his saddle and rode his horse on his horse. He waved his long-handled Pu Knife to meet the intersection. Liu Dabangcui's usual official accent, and when he was excited, Lai Yang's accent in his hometown in Shandong came out: "Qin'er, my grandma, why are so many arduous Tartars sneaking out of these six ditches?"

As he said that, he picked up the iron stick and was about to get on the horse. Wu Hanchao grabbed him and shouted, "What are you doing? He killed a thousand Tartars. If a lord fails, you have no place to cry. Protect the lord and retreat to Bai Dengshan!"

He was led by someone once, almost killing Yang Ling. At this time, he was naturally close to Yang Ling and did not dare to step away. The people at the entrance of the village were overturned and fought against the ground. The Tartars relied on the fast horses to collide with their strength and were anxious. The twenty guards guarding the entrance of the village relied on their excellent martial arts skills, and there were still people who kept firing arrows to support him. They could resist for the time being, but Yang Hu and others were still standing there, looking hesitant. Wu Hanchao was afraid that they would suddenly hurt people, so he stared at them with his eyes tightly and did not dare to slack off.

The Hongniang glanced at Yang Ling, who was calm and composed, threw away the wooden board in his hand and walked to his horse a few steps. He lit up the horse on his body, raised the steel knife in his palm, and said crisply: "The surname of Yang, I hope that the words you remember, whether you are a thief, they are Han people. We will kill the Tartars first today."

She glanced at Yang Hu, Yang Hu looked at the murderous Tartars constantly coming, and then looked at Yang Ling who was so close to her. She was still hesitating. Cui Ying'er couldn't help but shouted angrily: "The head of the family, I will calculate my personal grudges in the future. The Tartars are all enemies of the Han people. What are you hesitating about?"

She glared at Yang Hu angrily, held the horse's belly and rushed towards the entrance of the village. Uncle Huo Wu was afraid that his niece would be wrong, so he floated up when he saw this, and landed on his horse's back like a big eagle. He shook the horse's reins, and roared his lips and made a sharp roar, rushing towards the Tartars.

Seeing this, Yang Hu beat up and said, "Get on the horse and kill the Tartars!"

When the six or seven bandits heard the boss's words, they immediately got on their horses and rushed to the entrance of the village. Hongniangzi was very skilled in horse racing, and controlled the horses with both legs, like an arm, and used his fingers to move forward and backward. The horse racing was even more skillful than the Meng people who rode horses all year round. A steel knife in her palm flew up and down, and in an instant, three or four Tartars had been killed by her horse. Cui Ying'er rushed forward with her horse and fell into the enemy's formation, blocking the four unmanned war horses, and shouting behind: "Two officers and soldiers with good horses come over, take the horses and kill the Tartars!"

When the officers and soldiers saw that a woman was so brave, they immediately aroused their competitive spirit. Four officers and soldiers immediately hung their bows and took their swords and robbed their saddles and got on the horse. The Tartars drove their horses and rushed wildly, and the whistling sound turned into a roar. The bow strings were heard and the arrows roared. The Tartars also opened their bows and shot back. The triangular wolf-toothed arrows roared and easily shot through the light armor and penetrated into the human body.

I don't know which archer with a strong arm strength must have used the three stone bow. He actually penetrated into the ribs of a large inner guard who had just killed two Tartars, and led him out of the horse, and knocked him out for more than one meter before he fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Ling's eyes were so angry that she roared: "Shoot, shoot, suppress them!"

Another rain of arrows fell, and the troops from both sides continued to fall from the horses. The brave men in the middle of the horses were instantly turned into a pool of mud under the horse's hooves. At some point, more than 20 people with mud guns began to shoot at the Tartars using the houses on both sides as cover.

With a series of bangs and bangs, smoke of gunpowder suddenly filled the entrance of the village. The war horses that had lost their master's control were frightened by the harsh strange sound of the whistle and fled everywhere. The Tartars were brave and relied on their horsepower. When the war horses were in chaos, they immediately formed a turbulent formation and their morale was also discharged.

Yang Ling stared at the entrance of the village nervously and found that the big inner guards had high martial arts skills, but they were far less skillful than those bandits who were killed. They just simply chopped and blocked them. With a loud roar, they danced like a sequel in their hands. With the clanging sound of the impact, one of the two sides would be dismissed within three swords.

Those big inner guards practiced land kung fu and had real and virtual fighting skills. If they fought alone, there were few horse thieves, except Yang Hu, Hong Niangzi and Huo Wuye. However, they could only fight ten times under their hands, but their fighting style was even more fierce and effective.

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel moved. If our army could practice such a simple and effective chopping technique and abandon unrealistic styles, it would not be difficult to train, and the combat power would be improved quickly and effectively.

The two hundred men in the back team have begun to retreat to Bai Deng Mountain urgently. Wu Hanchao said, "Sir, retreat to Bai Deng Mountain quickly. If you don't leave, you brothers dare not retreat. Someone has rushed to the city to report the news. Let's guard the mountain for half a day, and reinforcements will arrive!"

If you want to follow Wu Hanchao, you want Yang Ling to ride on a fast horse and flee back to the city alone. But the general fled first and did not have to lead troops in the future. Yang Ling would definitely not agree. Moreover, this Ming army had few cavalrymen. If the Tartars were smart, they would see that he was a big man. If the fast cavalry chased him, it would be safer to go up the mountain to wait for reinforcements.

Yang Ling nodded. After getting on the horse, he ordered a hundred households: "The infantry retreated in turn. Quickly avoid Baideng Mountain, and the horses were arrested. Be sure to guard the entrance of the village!"

As soon as he said this, the shadows were like lightning, and a five-foot-long landmark javelin roared. Wu Hanchao shouted: "Be careful, sir." The sword in his palm tried hard to stop it. With a "click", the sword edge and the javelin burst into a string of sparks. The javelin changed direction and inserted it into the ice and snow in front of Yangling's horse with a "puff". It entered the ground for more than a foot, and the tail of the gun was buzzing and trembling. This force was really terrifying.

Although the sharp sword in Wu Hanchao's palm used clever force to remove the power, it was still broken by the huge force, and the tiger's mouth was numb. Yang Ling and Wuhan Chao were both shocked and sweated in cold sweat when they saw this power. At this time, the second javelin came again. Liu Dabangcuo laughed loudly, grabbed the steel subway stick in his hand, and with a "kneel", smashing the wooden javelin into two pieces.

In the distance, several Tartars were guarding a burly man in slanted skin. He was dozens of meters away, and there was a faint smoke in the air. He couldn't see the appearance of the man, but Yang Ling could feel that the man was not throwing a gun around, and he had already seen that he was the leader of the Ming army.

Wu Hanchao said anxiously: "Sir, go, avoid going to Baideng Mountain." He and Liu Dabangchui protected Yang Ling, turned their horses' heads, and galloped towards Baideng Mountain. The Tartar leader in the distance gave a few instructions to his subordinates, and the Tartars beside him shouted and issued orders in Mongolian.

The two teams of cavalry began to quickly integrate the team, and then went to both sides of the village. Some other Tartars began to dismantle the villagers' door panels, break into the house and grab a short table, as a simple shield, and forcefully attack the entrance of the village.

These four hundred officers and soldiers were equipped with short-handled swords. All of them were first-class swordsmen in the storm. However, when they were used to deal with the warriors who rushed to the horse, they would definitely lose. If they could rush to Mount Bai Deng a moment earlier, they would have a chance to survive. Therefore, they ran very quickly on the bumpy snow roads of the two miles. When they arrived at Mount Bai Deng, they were as strong as a ox.

The head of a hundred households stood on a huge rock. Although he was beating a drum, he still held his feet and shouted: "Go up the mountain immediately, guard all the intersections, reinforcements will arrive soon, hurry up, go up the mountain!"

The men raised their spirits and climbed up the mountain along the snow slope. The slope facing him was not steep, and the strong horses could rush up. Yang Ling rode his horse to the hillside and looked back. On the snowy field, three cavalrymen were chasing from behind. On both sides were the Tartars who were chasing around the village. The two miles were the Tartars who had gone through the journey. The two miles were the guards who fled back and Yang Hu, and behind them were the main force of the Tartars who were reluctant to leave.

Yang Hu was so angry that he ran away all the way. He was so fucking that he might as well not come. Maybe he could use the Tartars to get rid of this thorn in his eyes.

Now, although his brothers sometimes go down the mountain to plunder the people and are mortal enemies with the officers and soldiers, they are even more disgusted and hated the Tartars. They have an instinctive sense of racial rejection. When they see the Tartars escape, is that something that Brother Huzi, the top leader in the green forest in the north, can do? Besides, his wife has already rushed up, and the people from the old village of Cuijia will definitely not leave, and they can't leave even if they want to.

In order to quickly plunder, the Tartars transported the food and grass back before the officers and soldiers heard the news. The land where the thousand soldiers sent were riding was full of good horses, and they chased Yang Hu and others for a horsetail.

There were only twelve and three of the twenty guards left. Two of the horse thieves in Bazhou were killed. The Tartars were chasing each other and attacked each other. Yang Hu, Hong Niangzi and others waved bloody steel knives, slashed left and right, and fled while fighting.

The Hongmao exterminated her anger, and the sword in her hand turned into a cold arc of light, urging her mount. The sword wind roared and rolled around, and broke out a bloody path. The corner of her eyes saw the two taverns rushing towards her, and now she would be trapped in a siege and die if she left the Ming army and fled in panic. In desperation, they had no choice but to rush to Bai Deng Mountain.

The Tartars were chasing them closer and closer. One Tartar grabbed them, twisted their reins and turned around, and a "buzz~~" sounded. A cold and cold light flew across the air, and the long sword slashed down like lightning in the air, slashing sharply towards the head of Hong Niangzi.

Cui Ying'er was shocked. She was running very quickly and she was too late to stop. Moreover, the hooves behind her were thunderous and there were many pursuers. She lifted the reins of the horse and urged her mount to slide on the side for two steps. The single sword in her hand also lifted the wrist in her hand at this moment, dragging it across the air, and the sharp blade hung the hips in the air. The leather jacket in front of the Tartars that had slashed the air with one knife, and the tip of the blade broke open and the abdomen.

The two horses intersected instantly, Cui Ying'er's men and horses merged, and his sword face slapped heavily on the horse's thighs. However, the man shook his head and fell to the ground. His head was immediately stepped into the snow by a war horse's hooves that were too late to avoid. However, there was no response.

The Hongniang plucked the horses to avoid it, and only a moment later, the two horses behind her had already chased after them, and the cold and sharp sword light also slashed with them like a shadow. The more than 20 strong horses ran all the way to Baideng Mountain, and there were two horses between them. Even Yang Hu and Uncle Huo Wu, who were closest, were not enough to rescue them.

Huo Laowu shouted: "Be careful, behind you!"

Cui Ying'er suddenly hid in the air, and her two swords were slashing at the sky. The three horses were already standing together. Her body flexibly passed under the belly of the galloping horse, and emerged from the other side. She flipped onto the horse's back like a fish. At the same time, most of her body stuck out of the horse's back and penetrated into the crack of the Tartar's ribs with one knife.

Bai Dengshan arrived, Yang Ling peeked on the mountain at the right time and shouted: "Shoot the arrow!"

A row of fast arrows avoided the guards and Yang Hu and others who were at the forefront, and shot a group of Tartars in the back. Yang Hu and others took the opportunity to speed up the mountain. The few Tartars who followed him dared not follow them alone, and immediately slowed down their horses and watched them go up the mountain.

Yang Hu and others rushed to the mountain, held the horse panting, looked up and saw Yang Ling. Both sides looked a little weird. They were still fighting to the death just now, but now they have to share the same hatred of the enemy and fight against foreign enemies. However, those who fight side by side are enemies but not friends. That kind of mood is really hard to express.

Yang Hu and Yang Ling looked at each other and were in a very complicated mood. Yang Hu didn't say anything, and silently stood behind the mountain pass where the archer stood nervously. He sat on the horse, his eyes closed and he let out a sigh of relief after a long time.

The Hongniang looked at Yang Hu and Yang Ling again, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.

Yang Ling looked at the foot of the mountain nervously, with people and horses gathering at the foot of the mountain. In the middle, the man in the dark skin was surrounded like stars arched by the moon. Although he was crossing mountains and ridges to pretend to be a robber, there were actually people behind him holding a flag.

Yang Ling had already understood the strength and relationship between the Tatar tribes and their relationships through the information sent by Han Lin. Although there was no text on the flag, it was just a totem, he could see some tricks. Boyan Khan was a direct descendant of the Golden Family of Genghis Khan. The flag he set was made of a wolf as the totem, and this flag was a fiery red flying eagle. According to his understanding, this should be the soldiers of the Fire Sieve League.

Yang Ling couldn't help but change his color slightly. This was the most elite Tatar unit. He didn't take advantage of the situation to steal into the border and loot the small tribe. If they robbed their property and returned immediately, it would be fine. If the generals in this team were not stupid, they immediately ordered to attack the mountain. How long can each of them carry a soldier with only one pot of arrows with him?

He turned his head to look into the distance, and the snow was vast. The reinforcements were still missing. Yang Ling's center of the earth sank, and his face became solemn. The general at the foot of the mountain was Soladi, the subordinate of the Fire Screening Army. A soldier under his command presented a crossbow captured from the dead Ming army and a short fire gun on the battlefield that was not very useful. Soladi looked at the crossbow that was much better-crafted than the crossbow used by the border army, and then picked up the rare short fire gun and looked at it, with a smug smile on his lips.

He laughed to the sky and said, "God blessed Tumotmon. This Ming army is definitely not an ordinary border army. Their leader must be a big shot. Boyan Dahan is now very dissatisfied with the Guolejin Banner. All tribes are doubting the courage of our banner owner. If we can kill the big shots of the Ming army, the famous generals in the fire sieve land will revive the desert grassland."

Sorath raised his sword and shouted, "Warriors. On the mountain are important leaders of the Ming army. Killing him will be more glorious than captive of thousands of cattle and sheep. Their reinforcements will arrive soon. For the honor and survival of the tribe, we will rush up and kill them!"

The roars were like thunder, and the Tartars started to clamor. Under the orders of Sola, the large group of people rushed towards the mountain desperately. The arrows were like raining, and the Tartars kept firing back. The sky was full of arrows, and people kept crying and falling to the ground. Two hundred households nervously urged the soldiers to suppress the Tartars' attack.

But only the dense rain of arrows could stop them from attacking, but the sharp arrows in the pot were used to reduce one branch, and while the corpses were dropped on the hillside, the Ming army's arrow branches were also exhausted. Two hundred households made a quick decision and immediately said to Yang Ling: "Sir, Bei Yi leads his troops to stop them. You should go down the mountain from the other side quickly, and I believe the reinforcements are coming soon."

After saying that, the two hundred households drew their swords and shouted loudly: "Brothers, rush down. It is not a good horse to fight on the hillside, don't let them attack up the mountain!" As he said that, he ran to the hillside first.

A vulture in the sky circling and making a shrill cry. The close combat began...

The Tartars' target was in Yangling. According to Soladi's judgment, hundreds of officers and soldiers equipped with exquisite weapons tried their best to protect the land. This young general must be a big figure in the Ming army. Maybe it was the Ming emperor who had talked about by the banner master. If it was really him, then even if the entire army died here, as long as he was brought to him as a burial, what if?

The excited Sola organized a squad of deaths in 100 people, and rushed past the Ming army's blockade, and rushed straight towards Yang Ling. The guards of the inner guards also drew their swords and rushed forward. As the war expanded, Yang Hu and others had to bite the bullet and greet them.

Wu Hanchao's usual sword was broken and he picked up a simple knife to protect Yangling while fighting. The top of the mountain was uneven, and the loess and hills were mixed with rocks. It was washed and eroded into many shallow valleys and pits. He could not do anything at all, so he could only retreat step by step.

More and more Tartar death squad members noticed Yang Ling's special identity and flocked to him. In addition to the thousands of Tartars, more than 200 people died when they attacked the mountain, and now there are 800 elite soldiers, and there are only 400 people on the mountain. Despite the advantage of the geographical location, more than 100 people were still shot dead by the other party's arrows. Although everyone tried their best, they could not stop their approach to Yang Ling.

Wu Hanchao and Liu Dabangcui also fought with the Tartars. Wu Hanchao was so anxious that he sweated on his forehead. He held several Tartars' weapons with one knife, turned around and shouted, "Sir, retreat quickly, leave immediately, I can't take care of it!" As he said that, he rushed over, with one arm, holding a knife in his hand, staring at his red eyes and trying to hold Yang Ling and forcefully break through the siege.

Just as he took a few steps, several Tartar warriors who were fearless rushed over to block the way. Wu Hanchao's one-arm power greatly reduced the power of the heavy Park Sword. He had to let go of Yang Ling, and roared and split the several Tartars.

Seeing that the war was not good, Yang Hu was fighting with the Tartars while approaching Cui Ying'er and whispering: "The situation is not good. The Tartars are determined to be Yang's surname. Let's go quickly. If it's too late, whether the officers and soldiers are in power or the Tartars win, they will not be as good as ours!"

Cui Ying'er snorted coldly and said, "Where can you escape? The cavalry on the top of the mountain cannot be used for horses, so let's retreat. Yang Ling is here, and the Datong defenders will definitely come here for a desperate attempt."

She used the forehand knife to open the Tartars's sky-holding fork, and then made progress. She cut off his arm with a backhand knife, kicked him away, turned her head to look at Yang Hu, and said hurriedly: "Yang Ling is an imperial envoy, representing the emperor and the court. Today, he said in front of hundreds of officers and soldiers that he would only kill foreign invaders, regardless of the officials and thieves, and he would never make any mistakes. What are the officers and soldiers afraid of when they come?"

Yang Hu was angry, but it was not appropriate to argue with his wife at this time. He had to vent his anger on the Tartars. His sword technique became more and more fierce. He shouted loudly and his head and limbs were broken, and his power was like a broken bamboo.

Cui Ying'er couldn't help but smile happily when she saw her husband's majesty. She turned her head in a hurry and saw more than a dozen Tartars surrounded by Yang Ling. Wu Hanchao and Liu Dabang were as crazy as they were struggling and trying hard to resist. The guards around her wanted to get close, but they were slashing with the Tartars, but they were afraid that they would have to sharp blades and necks as soon as they turned around. Soon he was anxious but could not help.

She hurriedly shouted, used the opening and lifting technique, jumped to Yang Ling during several ups and downs, and held his arm and scolded him coldly: "A big man is useless. Come with me!"

She grabbed Yang Ling firmly, turned around and ran backwards, the top of the mountain was high and low, undulating, and snow was piled up everywhere. With such a terrain, she could not jump up with Yang Ling at all, and could only drag him to run wildly.

Cui Ying'er waved her knife to stop a few Tartars and pulled him to speed up. She took a few steps and suddenly felt the snow under her feet stepping on a weak point. She secretly screamed in her heart. She was about to twist her body and use the power of her waist to slow down the falling trend. Yang Ling, who was pulling her right hand, could not stop her foot and hit her, hitting her wrong foot, and she fell into the snow pile. Yang Ling, who was holding her tightly in her right hand, couldn't let go, and fell down with her.

This is actually a deep pit, with snow falling. Due to its stickiness, although there is an open space below, the snow above can slowly seal the opening, and there is no abnormality. This situation occurs in the wells in the plains when heavy snow is everywhere, which is called "Ghost Seal Well". Passersby who don't know the details are really passing by, and they really have one foot step into the well and drowned alive.

The Hong Madam could have stopped her body, but she was trapped by Yang Ling's collision. She fell down more than two feet. She didn't care about grabbing Yang Ling anymore. In a hurry, she threw a knife and grabbed it around. The rock wall she was holding was corroded by rain and was not strong. She only paused for a moment and continued to fall.

It was like this, and it was probably six or seven feet deep. Finally, it grabbed a protruding rock. The Hongmao had just let out a sigh, and Yang Ling's body also fell. As soon as she touched her body, Yang Ling instinctively reached out to hug her, barely slid across the Hongmao's body, and hugged her thighs with both hands.

The Hongniang fell and almost slipped off her hand. Fortunately, she was extremely powerful and quickly grabbed the rock with force. When it was dark, she realized that Yang Ling tightly held her thighs and her head was on her buttocks. She couldn't help but shouted angrily and shyly: "Bastard, let me go!"

Yang Ling's heart was beating in shock. He felt Cui Ying'er moving her body and hurriedly shouted: "I can't let go, I can't let go, I will fall to death if I let go!"

Although the scene was so awkward, Cui Ying'er also found it very funny. She said angrily: "I care whether you die or not? If you don't let go, I will kick you down. What is this... what does this look like?"
To be continued...