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Boluo, who came to Pinggangshan's police, never expected that the 4,000 Qing troops in Pinggangshan would be collapsed by Wu Zheng within half a day.

When he arrived at Pinggang Mountain, Wu Zheng had already cleaned the battlefield.

This is an encounter.

Wu Zheng had only more than 2,000 troops, no cavalry or musketeers, only bows, crossbows, swords and exhausted soldiers.

It can be imagined how powerful the battle on the other side will be defeated in half a day when both sides have the same force!

The soldiers' physical energy consumption is almost exhausted.

How to fight this battle?

The Qing soldiers under Boluo were actually not in much better condition.

Boro himself only has three thousand infantry soldiers because war horses cannot walk through the secret path.

In order to ensure the smooth flow of the secret passage, Boluo had to leave a thousand people in Sheng County.

The Qing soldiers were as tired as they marched along the way.

So, the two exhausted soldiers, panting and exhausted, collided and fought a battle.

This battle is not good-looking because it's too unbearable.

There is no excitement or passion.

Some are only as hideous as a beast and as powerless as a tragedy as a beast.

This is a struggle to survive. To live, someone will have to die.

When you leave the enemy's throat and roar with bloody mouths, the entire battlefield is the hell on your own.

Finally, Boro couldn't bear to watch it.

Wu Zheng couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Both sides looked at each other, like tired beasts, slowly leading people to think of breaking away from contact.

Wu Zheng was unable to stop Boluo's departure, just as Boluo was unable to kill Wu Zheng who was just around the corner.

Many people are half-walking and half-climbing. Perhaps someone is slashing them with a knife at this time, and they will no longer have the strength to dodge. The only thing they will do is to try their best to stab the other person when the other person kills themselves.

But the problem is that the retreat directions of both sides are Shangyu.

Wu Zheng wanted to go to Shangyu to meet with Li Haiwei.

Boluo wanted to go to Shangyu to meet Duoduo.

So, another bloody but very short hand-to-hand combat broke out.

After both parties paid dozens of lives, they stopped at the same time.

Wu Zheng held his sword and walked to Boluo in front of him with a break.

Yes, yes, I just walked to Boro so unstoppable.

There were at least ten Qing soldiers around Boluo, and they watched Wu Zheng approach Boluo so much.

Behind Wu Zheng, Qian Sudian struggled to follow him, but was at least ten steps behind.

Seeing Wu Zheng approaching, Boluo stood up with a knife, and the process of getting up was slipping three times.

But he stood up after all.

Wu Zheng approached and stabbed the knife forward, one, two, three times... he just couldn't stab it in.

Boluo sneered, he took a long breath, raised his hand and slashed at Wu Zheng's body with a knife.

Wu Zheng did not hide, and had no strength to hide. When the blade passed Wu Zheng's left shoulder and fell near his right waist, the series of metal scratches made people itchy gums.

Wu Zheng also laughed strangely.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, and didn't even think about glaring.

"Stay and fight again?" Boro said.

"Okay." Wu Zheng responded.

So a strange scene appeared. On both sides of the official road from Pinggang Mountain to Shangyu, two troops that had just fought to the death were squirming in parallel, and the water of the well did not interfere with the river.

Cramping, that refers to the way molluscs crawl.

But now, these people are not much higher than molluscs.

At this time, as long as there are a hundred people, no, ten new forces join any side, the other side will be wiped out.

At the beginning, the soldiers on both sides hated each other, and they wriggled carefully, guarding against possible attacks from each other.

But slowly, no one will pay attention to the other person, just as the other person no longer exists.

All the strength is poured into the squirming.

Wu Zheng was a little better, at least he was supported by someone, and the person who helped Wu Zheng was Qian Sudian.

Because when he got up, Qian Sudian was closest to him.

A team, an elite team, walked about a stick of incense, and still maintained the distance between them that was already there. It is conceivable how much physical strength was consumed.

Slowly, passing people discovered these two teams.

The people were surprised, weren’t these two teams hostile? Shouldn’t they kill someone to the death?

Why did they come together?

They followed with their mouths wide open, and those who had good things began to go back and spread.

Half an hour later, more and more people followed far away.

They couldn't figure out why the Ming army marched with the Qing army, and the marching posture was rather strange.

In half an hour, the physical strength of the soldiers on both sides recovered.

But no one wants to reveal it.

For everyone, walking like this is actually a kind of happiness, because at least you can live, and living is very important!

No one wants to die, whether it is Ming soldiers or Qing soldiers.

They chose to remain tired, even if they were pretending to be tired.

Even Boro was still gasping for breath. He didn't even have a soldier to help him. I'm afraid he'd never tasted this kind of war in his life.

"There are hundreds of people behind?" Wu Zheng asked in a low voice.

Qian Sudian was shocked and wanted to turn back.

"Don't move!" Wu Zheng stopped him.

Qian Sudian suppressed his voice, "General, the soldiers are all exhausted... Isn't this good? The most important thing is when Shangyu and Chen Sheng and others meet."

Wu Zheng said: "If I guess correctly, the soldiers in the middle of Boluo's team have their swords unsheathed."

"No way?" Qian Sudian wanted to look up again.

"Don't move." Wu Zheng cried, "not only did the Qing soldiers have their swords unsheathed, but Boluo's sword is also in his hand."

Qian Sudian said anxiously: "What should I do?"

Wu Zheng said: "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, I'm worried about your safety."

"Okay, then listen to me."

"Okay, listen to you."

"I count one, two, three, and you yell with me."

"What are you shouting?" Qian Sudian asked anxiously.

"one two three."

"What did you ask me to shout?" Qian Sudian was so anxious that he was sweating.

"I am Wu Zheng, Duke Zhenguo, kill the Tartars!" Wu Zheng held his breath and shouted.

Qian Sudian finally knew what Wu Zheng was going to shout, but unfortunately Wu Zheng had already drawn his sword and rushed towards Boluo across the road. He didn't even have time to curse the bastard, so he could only follow Wu Zheng forward.

In this blink of an eye, everyone was ignorant.

Whether it was the Ming soldiers or the Qing soldiers, they opened their eyes wide and looked at each other.

What about the promised temporary truce, but what about the promised exhaustion? How could the boat of "Friendship" be overturned?

Boluo looked at Wu Zheng angrily, but unfortunately he didn't even have time to speak. Wu Zheng and Qian Sudian had already rushed towards him.
Chapter completed!