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Chapter 671 Are these firecrackers for Chinese New Year?

Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai had a life-long friendship. During their more than ten years of military career, I saved your life and you saved my life. They have already developed a very high tacit understanding between them.

At this moment, Ma Zhenyuan stood in front of him with a card in his left hand and a cooked copper mace in his right. He hid himself behind a tree and stared at the Tartar vests rushing up. Leaning on the rocks, he stretched his bow and set his arrows to wait.

At his feet is a "ten thousand enemies" grenade the size of a human head. It looks like a shell made of local yellow mud. It is relatively rough. It is probably made by the Ningyuan Frontier Army itself. It has a very thick fuze. exposed.

Although this object is a weapon for defending the city, it is not easy to shoot from a long distance because of its size.

Even if they went out to check out eighteen riders, only Zheng Zhitai brought this one, and now they are all collected by the caring Zheng Zhitai, and there is a fire pocket next to it.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the arrow piercing through the air came, and Zheng Zhitai instinctively shrank his head sideways, and with a sound of "Du", an arrow with his crotch pulled out rubbed his helmet and shot at the small tree trunk beside him, and the arrow feather and the tree trunk shook at the same time.

Just taking advantage of his sideways position, he fully drew the bowstring, and the spiked arrow flew away from the string with a "swish", passing close to Ma Zhenyuan's side card in front.

A Tartar in a vest with a red flag just took advantage of the arrows shot by his companions to cover him, when he jumped out suddenly, holding his shield and swinging his master, he was about to strike at Ma Zhenyuan.

Suddenly, he saw a cold star flashing, he was too late to block with his axe, so he hurriedly raised his shield to protect his head and chest.

With a sound of "Dang", the spiked arrow was blocked by the shield, and the Tartar vest was also shocked by the force of the arrow, making it take half a step back. After all, Zheng Zhitai's desperate fight was strong enough, and the distance was so close.

Just at this moment Ma Zhenyuan jumped out from behind the invisible tree trunk, and the cooked copper mace slammed on the tartar's shield, causing him to stagger and hit the big tree behind him.

Ma Zhenyuan caught up with his familiar bronze mace, and smashed it hard, the shoulders and back of the Tartar's vest were shattered, and he fell down.

Another vest rushed over, the goose-wing knife slashed down obliquely, Ma Zhenyuan raised the side card in his left hand on it, rolled forward with his body close to the ground, and the cooked copper mace also touched the ground and swept across the vest's calf.

The tartar fell to the ground with howls, and the goose-wing knife in his hand slashed at Ma Zhenyuan's waist at the same time. Although his strength was insufficient, it pierced through his armor, and blood spilled out instantly.

Ma Zhenyuan put aside the cooked copper mace, hugged the tartar vest tightly, spurted a mouthful of blood, spattered the vest all over the face.

He yelled, but regardless, he plucked the vest's eyes hard, hit his head with his head desperately, his body tilted, and the two hugged each other tightly and rolled down the slope along the mountain.

Zheng Zhitai shot three more arrows, but the tartars dodged them all. He saw his good brother Ma Zhenyun rolling down the hillside with a tartar in his arms, but he was helpless. He felt anxious and uncomfortable.

He threw away the bow and arrow, leaned over to pick up the fire bag and bit it in, then pulled off the cover, and with a clever wave of his left hand, the flames appeared.

Zheng Zhitai lifted the hammer upside down with his right hand, and ignited the fuze with the fire zip in his left hand. He dropped the fire zip, grabbed the ten thousand enemy grenade with his big hand, and threw it forward with all his strength.

At the same time, he shouted: "Good brother, Mr. Zheng will come down to accompany you!"

He had just rushed forward two steps, when an arrow pierced through his armor and passed by, the bloody flesh was turned out, exposed outside, Zheng Zhitai also hid his body under the cover while avoiding the arrow After planting a big tree.

There was a loud bang of "Boom".

The turbulent gunpowder smoke quickly filled the air, accompanied by flying weapons, limbs, and blood.

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"Master Ma... Master Zheng!"

Qian Yusheng stamped his feet suddenly, and he looked back, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, he had only escaped less than a hundred paces to the northwest. There were sharp rocks and steep slopes. He hurried along the edge of the slope, trying to find a place to step down. He was covered in armor. They are all holes scratched by rocks.

When he heard the "bang" sound of the explosion of ten thousand enemies, he guessed that Master Ma and Master Zheng who led the team must have...

He was the only one of the eighteen brothers who sent out the sentry, what should we do?
He was in a state of confusion, and he knew that he could not live up to the expectations of Master Ma and the others, so he must escape from the sky and return the results of this outburst to his general master!
Seeing that there is a stream not far below the slope wall, and there are trees and mountains on the opposite side, he is hesitating whether to climb down, suddenly, there is movement behind him.

Qian Yusheng's heart trembled, since the Tartars could chase after him so quickly, "Master Ma, Lord Zheng" must be dead, he thought that even if he died, he would not be able to fall into the hands of the Tartars.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Mother, Feng'er, I'm sorry for you..."

With one leap, he jumped into the stream below the slope wall!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

At this moment, a burst of crackling and crackling crackling sounds came from far away in the depths of the mountain forest. Unfortunately, he could no longer see whether the person who fired the guns was the Ming army or the Tartars...

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Here, just as Zheng Zhitai dodged behind a tree, a vest with a hatchet roared and rushed towards him. He just avoided the black bumps flying towards him, and took advantage of the opportunity to swing the hatchet to chop at Zheng Zhitai.

A loud "bang" came from behind him, and he felt like a big wave was pushing forward behind him, as if the turf on the ground was torn apart in an instant, dancing with the heat wave.

With a stagger, the Tartar vest fell to the ground. Zheng Zhitai was also stunned by the close-range explosion of the ten thousand enemies. where!
But he would never forget the tartar who fell beside him, he swung the hammer with all his strength and smashed it, once...two times...three times...four times...

At the beginning, the body of the vest would instinctively twitch and tremble with the impact of the hammer, but then it remained motionless, like a puddle of mud.

He was pounding vigorously, a bowstring wrapped around his neck, and a big foot stepped on his back behind him, Zheng Zhitai felt that his breath was instantly blocked.

He didn't feel the slightest pain in his neck at all, and when his eyes went dark, he entered a wonderful trance world.

The figures of mother, wife and son kept flashing in front of his eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, followed by a look of regret, and he murmured in his heart: "Mother... Mannia... I'm sorry Stay with you...Qing'er...Father, I'm sorry..."

The figure was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, and his heart also went from satisfaction to regret, and then to relaxation, as if he felt a mess around him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

There was a burst of explosion, causing howls around, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came suddenly.

Zheng Zhitai suddenly thought in his heart: "This...are these firecrackers for the Chinese New Year?"

(End of this chapter)