"Woo~~!", the bowstring was noisy, and the sharp arrows left the strings and let out a humble cry. More than a hundred cold stars shot straight ahead. At this time, it was impossible to see which soldier was performing. Only the Ming army, like a flood that broke the dam, stagnated, and fell down in front, but this was the last arrow that the Tartars could shoot.

The Ming army was driven by a huge force of survival. No one beat the drums, and no one ordered the charge, so the people could no longer stop. As soon as the crowd stopped, they rushed forward without hesitation under the help of the crowd behind them. Waves continued, quickly swallowing the previous waves like waves, slapping forward.

The Tartars blocked the valley entrance are like a reef standing among huge waves, fiercely cutting the human body with sharp blades. The impact of the huge waves stir up waves, but the waves are bright red.

On the hillside, the Tartar archers could no longer suppress them because the enemy and us were already crowded into a group and were stuck at the entrance of the valley to fight desperately. They had no choice but to throw down their bows and arrows, pick up swords and guns to rush down from the cover on the hillside, and bite them into a group with the Ming army from both wings.

Immediately, the soldiers who could only crowd behind were passively beaten, led by some Generals to start recoiling the bunker and rushed up the hillside and rushed to the depth of the back. The opening of a gap was like Domino falling over, and the entire perfect encirclement lost its function, and the Tartars rushed down one after another.

The two semicircular flat grounds of Hulu Valley also had hand-to-hand combat at the same time, while the two narrow valleys were crowded with people. Everyone wanted to shake off their steps and rushed towards the entrance of the valley, but they were almost untouched by the people and moved forward slowly and surgingly.

The smell of blood spreads in the cold air, and heavy snow is still flying, and the sound of tooth-sourcing metal rubbing and the heart-shaking sound of metal entering the flesh alternately. Blood and flesh make a sad picture in the flying snow.

There were crowds of people behind, but there were only a hundred soldiers in the front. Once there were casualties on both sides, there were immediate vitality troops rushing forward. The stalemate of the two armies began to gradually build a dividing line by dead bodies and blood.

There were soldiers rolling in the corpses on the ground, and the people who continued to pounce on had no time to distinguish between enemies and us, nor to help them. Stepping on their bodies and blood, the new opponent had already pounced on them fiercely.

The spectacular fight between thousands of people began. This was a real melee. The soldiers were no longer seeing the generals, and the generals were no longer seeing the soldiers. Everyone held the weapons tightly in their hands, looking for only a pair of hatred eyes, and then roared and pounced on them.

There are swords, guns, swords and halberds in front, back and left, and cold arrows fly from time to time. At this time, life is absolutely equal. A general who commands thousands of troops may be stabbed to death by a humble soldier. He can't use any martial arts and skills, and there is no room for dodging and moving, just chopping and killing! The valley is like boiling water, boiling blood-red water, and the only outlet is at the entrance of the valley where Yangling and others are located.

So far, Lindada's subordinates were all powerful generals who could kill without blinking, but the "flood" was too powerful, and their lives were being harvested by each other. It was a matter of time before the opening of the valley entrance was opened.

The shield protecting Ye Yu and Eunuch Liu held a round shield in one hand and a short knife in the other, and surrounded them with all their duties and moved like the entrance of the valley. But the crowd was too crowded, and Ye Yu just staggered and fell to the ground, and immediately countless feet stepped on it, including Tartars and soldiers who were extremely humble in his eyes.

No one has time to see if the ball of flesh trampled under his feet belongs to a lowly soldier or a noble adult. The swords and guns that plunder life are flying in front of them, and they only have an instinct, the instinct to wield weapons to survive.

The two shield players who tried to drag him up just bowed and were irresistible. Countless feet continued to step on them, which made the other soldiers harden their hearts and never take a look at them again. The whole person, regardless of the enemy, was completely wrapped in a huge force and was involuntarily moved to the valley entrance.

Yang Ling was stupid. No matter how brave he was in such a chaotic army, it was useless. Moreover, his physical strength was not as good as a soldier. His instinctive reaction was to escape wherever there were fewer people. Amid the swords and swords, the only responsibility he could remember was to hold Ma Lian'er's hand tightly. She came with him and could not escape alone.

Everyone was thinking about rushing out of the valley, and rushing out of the valley was a way out. But Yang Ling knew that in this chaos, he had no ability to escape to the entrance of the valley. Even if he was not killed by the Tartars, his thin body would be crowded by his own people and turned into a pile of trampled meat paste.

Yang Ling pulled Ma Lian'er, who was invincible, and gradually escaped from the torrent and rushed up the hillside. With the counterattack of the Ming army, the scope of the fight expanded, and they had no choice but to escape to a higher place.

The Tatars noticed two people standing on the hillside, and immediately rushed over with a knife, reacting completely instinctively, eliminating all hostile life reactions.

When they saw different clothing and dresses, their instinctive reaction was to massacre. Now the people on both sides have become the most bloodthirsty and craziest creatures. The pair of blood-red eyes have no slight rationality. It is just instinctively looking for life and then destroying it.

Yang Ling complained secretly, and now he only had an instinct, which was to escape. The crowds in the valley were like a rushing river, slamming each other and rushing. As long as the momentum was thrown in, it would be immediately taken to pieces, so he could only escape to a higher place.

After several wild beasts clamoring like wild animals, the two of them ran away to the top of the mountain. At first, Yang Ling dragged the panicked Ma Lian'er to escape. Yang Ling, who was more than 20 feet away from the top of the mountain, began to be pulled up by Ma Lian'er and ran upwards.

This body really lacks exercise. Yang Ling felt his heart beating like a galloping horse, his ears roaring, and his thigh muscles thrust. The suffocation pain made him almost give up escaping his life, and would rather be cut off by a slaughter by the Tartars.

But Ma Lian'er obviously didn't think so. Although her throat also made a gasp that was not consistent with the fairy-like appearance, she had already woken up from the shock of the massacre like a meat-ground farm and began to pull Yang Ling to escape with all her strength.

If someone is sitting in another space watching them now, he must have thought he was watching the movie slow motion, with heavy snow dancing, a man and a woman in front of him moving slowly, and a few fierce people holding swords behind him could catch up with him in just a few steps, but he also took the same slow steps, staring at a pair of people-eating eyes and chasing him persistently.

The two finally ran to the top of the mountain. When they saw the situation in front of them, Ma Lian'er couldn't help but gasp and the last glimmer of hope for escape was shattered. The ridge was narrow, and the other side of the mountain was a steep slope of nearly 70 degrees, and there was no way to escape. She let go of Yang Ling's hand in despair, looked back at the relentless Tartars, Youran reached into her arms, took out the golden hairpin that had been pulled into her arms before she left the city, and pressed it against her throat.

Yang Ling pointed at her panting, and he couldn't even ask a word. Ma Lian'er looked at him with a sharp chest, with a very complicated look. Her eyes turned and saw several Tartars smiling and were about to climb to the top of the mountain. She couldn't help but smile sadly. She turned her head and looked at Yang Ling deeply, then closed her eyes, clenched her hairpin and stabbed her throat.

Yang Ling's muscles were trembling due to excessive force. He was so tired that he didn't want to move. However, when he saw Ma Lian'er's actions, he still tried his best to pounce on him and waved his palm. He slashed Ma Lian'er's arm with a "splash" and shaved his five fingers over Ma Lian'er's cheek.

Ma Lian'er's throat was cut by the tip of her hairpin. The golden hairpin flew out of her hand, and five fingerprints on her pretty face seemed to be there. She stood there in a daze, looking at Yang Ling in shock. Yang Ling knew that she wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid of being ruined by the Tartars. At this time, she was neither power nor time to explain. He staggered to the steep slope. Although there was no road ahead, it seemed that this was the only way to escape.

Turning back and fighting with those fierce Mongolian soldiers with bare hands? He didn't have to think about it, and his big head would immediately separate from his body when the sword passed. He looked at the nearly straight and dazzling hillside, while nervously calculating the possibility of survival, he waved his hand to Ma Lianer and said with a neighing voice: "Cough cough, come here!"

Two of the chasing Tartars had already climbed up the ridge. They had just chopped and killed in the valley for a long time and had exhausted their energy. Now they were exhausted when they chased the mountain. Seeing the situation on the top of the mountain, they knew that the two people in front of them had no way to escape. The two Tartars felt relieved. They were panting heavily with their swords. Now they also needed to recover their strength to raise their swords to chop people.

Two pairs of fierce eyes looked at the man and woman in front of them. Slowly, the cool and fierce look in the eyes of the two Tartars gradually faded and they began to change into a kind of lewd look. The two pairs of lewd eyes "pulled" Ma Lian'er's clothes like a knife, and the lost strength began to recover quickly because of the male instinct.

When Ma Lianer's father was responsible for collecting information from the Jinyiwei outside the Great Wall, he was an open-minded furnisher and often dealt with various Tatar tribes. Ma Lianer had heard of the continuous wars between the Tatar tribes in order to have a grassland with abundant water and grass, and the tribes continued to break out for survival. He had heard of the conquered wife and daughter who became female slaves and suffered various humiliation. A woman fell into the hands of these barbarians and her value was not as good as a beast, and her fate was worse than falling into hell.
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