The Ming Dynasty began from Sarhu

Chapter 443 Tiger Shape

Jiang Liuer's neighbor fell in front of him, and a drop of blood fell into the boy's eyes.

From the other side of the bonfire came the vicious curses of the Jurchens. Then, a Bayala came over with a knife in hand, picked up the dead Second Uncle Wang, and slashed his neck with the long knife, saying fiercely:
"You little dog slave, your master has been watching you for a long time, you are a traitor!"

After saying that, he cut off Uncle Wang's head and threw it into the Yalu River. The river surface splashed with water, and the head floated up and down, finally disappearing into the night.

Jiang Liuer's cheerful expression turned as gloomy as the night.

"I am going to kill you."

"what?"

Bayala walked past the prison van, stopped, and looked at the young man with contempt:

"Liaodong is the Liaodong of the Qing Dynasty. I still want to follow my master into the pass. Liu Zhaosun killed ten thousand of us back then. I will kill a hundred thousand of you!"

The white-armored soldier swung the scabbard and smashed it hard on Jiang Liuer's head. He watched the blood flow out of his head before turning and walking towards the campfire.

At this moment, all was silent, only Alessa chanted the spell:

"Eternal Heaven's punishment of demons may be late sometimes, but it is never absent."

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A loud tiger roar resounded across the banks of the Yalu River. Two panicked wild boars rushed out of the woods and plunged into the freezing cold Yalu River.

The birds roosting in the forest were startled, and the night owls screamed in a particularly creepy way.

A white-armored soldier covered in blood ran out of the woods and ran all the way to the river, where he was stopped by Oboi.

"Bakyan?"

Bakyan's left arm disappeared, and his right arm trembled and pointed behind him. Pain and fear had already defeated this most ferocious white-armored soldier of the Zhenghuang Banner:

"Tiger, tiger, there is a tiger,"

Before he could finish his words, he fainted from the pain. His broken body fell to the ground with a thud and plunged into the blazing bonfire.

The rat's tail quickly burned into a fiery snake, and the stench of roasted human flesh wafted from the bonfire.

"Burn the bonfire, hold up more torches, and place the sword and shield soldiers in the center, while the archers spread out! No one should retreat!"

Oboi gave orders calmly, and the Zhenyi and the Baoyi immediately took action. The Baoyi raised torches and watched over the woods. The sword and shield soldiers held their long shields in front and formed a battle formation. The archers raised their bows and attacked the two wings in a fan shape.

The Qing army held their breath, their expressions tense as they gazed towards the forest a few dozen paces away. The sun had already set, and a waning moon rose in the western sky. Its hazy light blurred the shadows in the forest, making them indistinct.

"There, shoot!"

A black shadow rushed out of the woods and rushed towards the campfire. More than a dozen heavy arrows were shot at the same time. The Bayaras shouted loudly while shooting arrows, both to give themselves courage and to intimidate their prey.

However, the line between prey and hunter is no longer so clear at this time.

"Stop! Stop!"

Oboi shouted a few times before the fanatical archer put down his bow. In the light of the campfire, a black shadow fell heavily to the ground. After struggling for a few times, he lay motionless, apparently having been shot to death by an arrow.

These white-armored soldiers under Aobai had just come out of the deep mountains and forests a few years ago, and they still had the nature of hunters.

"Sword and shield soldiers, move forward to investigate. The rest of you remain on guard!"

The archers quietly dispersed, ambushing on either side of the campfire. The rest of the group also replaced their heavy three-edged arrows with crescent-shaped shovel arrows. The latter were quite effective against large beasts like tigers, wild boars, and black bears, easily piercing even the thickest wild boar hide and causing serious damage to the beast.

Baturu waved his hand suddenly, and a Qing army sword and shield soldier wearing cotton armor and holding a long shield immediately stepped forward and quickly approached the black shadow lying on the ground.

"Panasonic! Panasonic!"

Jiang Liuer shook the cage like crazy, howling in a way that was not human.

Several companions looked at the tiger-riding boy, not knowing what to say. They just stared blankly at the black shadow lying at the edge of the forest under the moonlight.

The Qing army's sword and shield soldiers walked cautiously to the dead beast, and their hands holding the long swords could not help but tremble.

Dark red blood was flowing on the ground, and the beast was surrounded by dense arrow feathers.

"Chop off the tiger's head! Chop off its claws!"

Oboi was commanding from behind, and four white-armored soldiers approached with torches in hand.

At this moment, the sword and shield soldier suddenly screamed:
"No, it's a bear."

Aobai knew that something bad was going to happen, so he quickly shouted in Jurchen to ask him to retreat.

As soon as he finished speaking, under the cover of night, Songxia jumped high up, his tiger body like an arrow, crossing the waning moon in the west. Before the sword and shield soldier could react, a tiger claw slapped him in the face, directly flipping half of his head off, leaving only white bones.

There were screams all around. The four white-armored soldiers who followed were torn apart by the tiger. Under the dim moonlight, the only sounds were the clinking of weapons and armor and the crackling of broken flesh and bones.

"Fire arrows!"

Abahai roared and shot arrows at the people and tigers fighting in the distance. The archers around him also shot heavy arrows with crescent-shaped shovels.

More than a dozen heavy arrows whizzed past and quickly disappeared into the night.

The raging beast roared in the darkness, accompanied by the sound of arrows piercing flesh. The shaking night sky seemed to split as countless birds and beasts fled from the dense forest. Oboi fired five or six arrows in a row until his arms ached and he could no longer draw the bow. Only then did he throw away the bow and raise his long sword.

At this moment, the distant sound stopped.

Baturu looked at the archers around him who were still in shock and asked hurriedly: "How many people died? Go and see if there is a prisoner van..."

Before he could finish, someone pointed at the forest and shouted, "Run away!"

Everyone looked over and saw in the dim moonlight a wounded tiger quickly passed over the campfire and limped away into the depths of the jungle.

A group of archers were about to draw their bows and arrows and move forward to shoot again, but Aobai waved his hand and said, "Don't chase us anymore. If you get hit by an arrow, you will definitely die. Tonight, no one should take off their armor. You will be divided into groups of five and take turns on duty. We will set out at noon tomorrow."

Seeing that all the prison cars were safe and sound, Oboi breathed a sigh of relief and ordered the Qing army to advance in groups, collect the bodies of their companions that had been torn to pieces, burn them on a bonfire, put the ashes into wine jars, and transport them back to the Shenyang camp.

By the time we finished all this, it was already late at night.

Oboi stayed awake all night. Baturu, the most ferocious man in the Qing Dynasty, stared at the jumping flames with his thoughts racing.

This tiger clearly had the chance to escape, so why did it insist on fighting against us? The aura of death emanating from this beast was so familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

He thought about it for a long time and finally remembered the black tiger flag flying high in Hetuala when the Kaiyuan Army attacked the Khan's palace on the eve of the destruction of the two yellow flags.

That tiger flag and those Kaiyuan soldiers who were rushing to die were just like this ferocious tiger!
"Second Guards Army!"

A bat flew towards the blazing bonfire by the river, and fell to the ground after its wings burned, making a shrill howl. Aobai stretched out his numb big feet and crushed the bat to death, saying viciously in his heart:
"This time when I go back, I will crush Shenyang, avenge my father, and kill all the Kaiyuan soldiers."

Nothing happened that night. The next day, at dawn, the Qing army continued to march westward along the Yalu River, carrying the ashes of their companions.

After a bloody battle last night, there are only thirty people left out of the dozen or so white-armored soldiers and twenty or so bannermen under Aobai. They have not slept all night, and the bannermen have red eyes and are extremely depressed. The Zhenyi masters are fine, hatred supports them to move forward. Now these Jianzhou Jurchens have lost the arrogance and complacency of yesterday. They are still three or four days away from Shenyang, and they lost nearly half a million men on the first day. Many of the survivors are injured. No one can tell what will happen next.

At three quarters after noon, the prison cart creaked as it rolled along the official road from Kuandian to Shenyang. The post road was covered in dust, and the shady trees had been cut down early by the Qing army besieging Shenyang to build shield carts and ladders.

The October noon sun shone directly on the prisoners. They were locked in this cramped prison van, half squatting, neither standing nor sitting. In less than half an hour, their legs were numb. Not to mention that they had no food or water along the way, it was extremely painful.

The dazzling sunlight made Jiang Liuer unable to open his eyes. He witnessed Panasonic being injured last night. He cried for half the night and fell into a drowsy sleep. When he woke up today, his head was buzzing, his mind was a little confused, and various hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes from time to time.

Sometimes he lets the Rakshasa ghost chase him on Sakhalin Island, and sometimes he returns to Shenyang City to fight with Ding Bi.

The carriage passed a pothole and the wheels sank suddenly. After a while of shaking, the tiger-riding boy woke up.

"You Nikans are all extremely evil. Damn it! You're wasting your master's food before you die! When we get to Shenyang, I'll skin you and feed you to the dogs!"

The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated post station. It was empty inside and the soldiers had all run away. A burly bannerman rushed into the post station and searched it, but didn't find a single grain of rice. He ran out cursing in anger and walked to the prison carriage with a whip in hand.

"If you want to survive, tell us the numbers of the garrison troops in Shenyang City and the names of the commanders at each city gate..."

Baoyi shouted for a long time, but no one answered.

The five prisoners had neither food nor water for a whole day, and after all the torture, they were left half dead.

Kang Guangxu, who usually talked endlessly, had become mute, with his head lowered in the dim sunlight.

Probably because he was afraid that he would starve to death, Oboi specially allowed this dandy boy to eat a piece of beef jerky. Kang Guangxu ate it up in big mouthfuls, drank some water, and asked his bondservant for some wine.

The bondservant slapped him in the face, and Kang Guangxu, who had finally regained consciousness, fainted again.

Oboi, who was walking in front, glanced behind him and confirmed that Kang Yinggan's son was still alive, so he asked the fierce-looking bondservant to bring more food to the carpenter emperor.

"Hey! Water, water,"

Old Qian curled up in the prison van, his cracked lips trembling slightly as he whispered to the bondservant who was walking towards Zhu Youxiao's prison van.

"Find a fight!"

The Baoyi swung his whip and hit Lao Qian hard. Suddenly, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. He quickly retracted his neck. Two sharp arrows flew over his bald head and flew forward.

The Qing soldiers who were resting in the post station immediately became alert, looking around with weapons in hand.

"Hey! You bunch of pigtailed bastards! The emperor spared your lives, yet you still dared to bring disaster to Liaodong! You must be tired of living!"

Fifty steps away, hundreds of elite cavalrymen surrounded a Han general and rushed towards him to kill him.

Their horses were running very fast, surrounding the post station in a fan shape.

The leading general was a tall and strong man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a wide mouth. There was a rather rebellious look between his eyebrows.
Behind him, two Qi soldiers were carrying a large black flag and riding their horses at full speed.

Faced with this sudden situation, the more than 30 bannermen Zhenyi at the post station were at a loss for a moment. They stared blankly at the enemies surrounding them from all directions, and many of them hesitated whether to escape.

"Li Zicheng, go rescue the people. Everyone else, follow me to kill that Tartar official!"

Upon hearing Wu Xiao's order, Li Zicheng immediately waved the command flag in his hand, and more than a dozen riders around him jumped out on their horses and followed him towards the prison car.

The cavalrymen shot light arrows as they ran, and a wave of arrows fell around the prison cart. Seeing this, the bondservant Aha screamed and fled in all directions.

Oboi shouted loudly, trying to organize the surviving white-armored soldiers to fight back, but it was obviously futile. The number of cavalry on the opposite side was three to four times theirs, and they were well-equipped and well prepared.

On the large flag opposite, which was full of holes, there was a huge black tiger head printed on it.

(End of this chapter)