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Chapter 118 What is a close call?
There is Tang River in the north of Dingzhou, and there is a forest on the other side of the river. To the east of the forest, there are more than ten Qing army captive cavalry, chasing the two sentry cavalry of the Ming army in front.

On the two galloping horses, Liu Jinhai jumped back and forth, sometimes kicking to hide, his figure was very flexible, and the sharp arrows shot by the sentry cavalry of the Qing army who were chasing him could never hit him. body.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Jinhai rode his horse and galloped for more than a mile. The steed under his crotch was already gasping for breath. Fortunately, some war horses were captured in Gaoyang, and they, the sentry servants, could have two horses alone.

When they left the post, they selected strong horses that could withstand a long gallop. Looking back at the sentry cavalry of the Qing army, their chasing momentum seemed to have weakened.

Suddenly he heard the sound of hoofbeats behind him, Liu Jinhai hurriedly turned his head to look, but it was a vest soldier of the Qing army, and he chased after him frantically. Some distance away, I secretly cried out in my heart: "Good time!"

He took the bow in his hand and quickly set the arrow. On the back of the galloping horse, the moment the horse flew into the air with all four feet, he suddenly turned his head.

Liu Jinhai's body seemed to have completely turned around, "Swoosh!", he shot an arrow, and it hit the face of the Qing army vest soldier.

With a scream, the vest soldier rolled off his saddle and fell off his horse, lying forever on the Jinan Plain, which should have been extremely peaceful.

OK, kill one!
"call out!"

Looking for an opportunity, Liu Jinhai turned around and shot another arrow. A Qing army sentry cavalry who was approaching was shot in the eye, and he fell back and flew away, leaving only his horse running forward.

"Whizzing……"

Liu Jinhai saw that he rode his horse to the front of the woods, and suddenly a rain of arrows shot out from the woods. Four or five of the sentry cavalry of the Qing army who were chasing to the front immediately fell off their horses, and a crossbow was still alive. It penetrated the head of a Qing army sentry cavalry.

In the woods, a few elite Ming cavalry roared and rushed out. Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining three sentry cavalry of the Qing army immediately turned their horses around, turned around and beat the horses under their crotches with all their strength, trying to escape.

"Suddenly!"

A lasso flew over like a ghost, and it was precisely put on the neck of the last Qing army sentry horse. Down.

The war horse under his crotch neighed, and fled far away. The remaining two sentry knights of the Qing army dared to look after him, and they galloped away in a hurry without even turning their heads.

Like the two fleeing sentry cavalry of the Qing army, Niu Sheng and others did not stop after they succeeded. They roared and rode their horses to the west. The woods had been exposed and they could not stay for long.

The captured sentry cavalry of the Qing army was dragged by ropes and galloped on the icy ground. When they stopped in an unknown forest, the sentry cavalry of the Qing army was already bloody and inhuman.

His helmet had fallen off at some point, and his bald head was covered with dust and blood, but there was a small pigtail like a rat's tail hanging powerlessly behind his head.

The sentry cavalry of the Qing army was lying on the ground drowsily, struggling to look around, there were eight people in front of him, all of them were dressed like ordinary Ming people.

However, judging by the horses and equipment they were riding, they must be the most elite Yebushou in the Ming army.

Seeing these people looking at him with fierce eyes, he suddenly felt chills in his heart. Just as he was about to struggle to get up, he heard a loud shout, and a thick fist hit him hard on his lower abdomen. The sentry rider's eyes protruded, and he said "Hehe" in his mouth.

A Ming soldier came striding over. His body was thick and strong, his face was full of flesh, and his voice was as unpleasant as nails scraping on an iron plate.

With a smirk, he said to the sentry cavalry of the Qing army in the Tartar dialect: "You son of a bitch, tell me everything you know, Grandpa, I will give you a good time!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand, grabbed his little pigtail that looked like a rat's tail, and lifted him up abruptly. This Qing army sentry cavalry was considered thick, and his heavy body was supported entirely by a small pigtail, which was vivid and vivid. Explain what is called a close call.

The Qing army post was riding behind the horse, and he had been dragged for an unknown number of miles. His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his face was covered with dust. Now that he was pulled up like this, he felt that his scalp was about to be ripped off, and he wailed loudly. screamed.

Niu Sheng said in a deep voice with a gloomy expression: "Big Monkey, I will hand over this dead Tartar to you for interrogation. Remember, you should be gentle, and you will kill him after the questioning."

Ye Bushou, who was full of flesh and blood, said excitedly: "Bull head, don't worry, I will definitely not miss this time, and I will greet him well, I promise, this bloody tartar even stole a few men from his mother." It will all fall out."

A cruel look flashed across the face of the big monkey. He took out a rusty knife, lifted the pigtail of the Qing army sentry rider, and pulled it into the depths of the woods.

Soon, there came the mournful long howls of the sentry cavalry of the Qing army, interspersed with the angry shouts of the big monkey's deadly voice.

Liu Jinhai glanced over there, and said in his heart: "Good guy, the brothers from Xuanzhen tortured the Tartars much more ruthlessly than their brothers who supervised the standard battalion."

It wasn't until this time that Niu Sheng had time to ask Liu Jinhai: "Brother Liu, are you okay, are you hurt?"

Just as Liu Jinhai sat down to rest, he didn't get up, just sat and shook his head, and then cursed angrily: "Bie Duzi, brother missed, five brothers came out, three out of three."

"Hey……"

He let out a long sigh with a sad face, and then said: "Two were killed on the spot, and one brother was captured by the Tartars, I'm afraid."

As he was speaking, Liu Jinhai punched a big tree in front of him fiercely, the withered trunk couldn't help shaking, and he was so shocked that his tiger's mouth burst open, but he still didn't know it.

This is a middle-aged man with a strong body. He is not tall, but very strong. He wears a fur cap on his head and a thick cotton jacket on his body. He is dressed like a commoner in Liaodong.

Although he has been with the army all year round, he still retains a trace of Liaodong accent. However, he has stayed in Xuanda with Lu Xiangsheng for more than two years, and his words are somewhat mixed with Xuanda's accent, so we basically have no problem communicating.

Liu Jinhai's face was full of wind, frost, and pain, and was blown open by the icy cold wind. His eyes seemed to be beating with raging anger. He was carrying a huge step bow and quiver on his back, and there was a horse bow hanging on the saddle of the horse beside him. And a horse-chopping knife for riding and fighting.

Not far from him, Ding Chen Huzi, the supervisor of the standard camp who went out with him, was also resting against a tree. A type that can no longer be found.

He was also wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and an old leather hat that had shed its hair. He put his hands casually in the sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket, leaned against a tree, closed his eyes and meditated, like a cowering old farmer who had nothing to do with the world. generally.

(End of this chapter)