The place under the Helan Mountain is also mysterious and mysterious. The silver moonlight shines into the forest through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and one or two night owls are heard from time to time, making people feel even more guilty.

Liu Zongmin licked his lips and tightened his grip on the hammer in his hand. The hammer in his hand followed him for fifteen years, and also followed him for five years of rebellion. In those five years, countless people lost their lives.

This hammer was hammered down. The wooden handle of the hammer head was stained black with blood.

With a slight wave of his hand, fifty capable men jumped on their horses. The horses left the woods and headed towards the distance. The woods in the West Mountain were the only place where they could break out. With the cover of the woods, they could quickly approach a person high

The meadow. As long as you get into the meadow, you may have a chance to escape.

They had just galloped less than a mile when a sharp roar and a howling wind shot into the neck of the leading man. The arrow was so powerful and so fast that the man didn't even have time to react.

His body fell under the horse with a "thud". The cavalry behind him could not dodge, and the huge horse's hooves stepped on him one after another. The man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and he was about to replenish his supplies.

With the sound of blaring, arrows were shot from all directions. More than a hundred Mongolian archers stood in the meadow as tall as one person. Their arrows were quick and accurate, and the powerful Mongolian bows harvested the horse thieves one after another.

life.

"The wind is tight! Pull!" Someone shouted, and the cavalrymen turned their horses around and ran for their lives into the forest.

With a whistle, thousands of Mongolian cavalry appeared in the meadow. These Mongolian cavalry emerged from the meadow like wind and rushed into the forest to chase the fleeing horse thieves. Galdan had promised a high price of three taels of silver for a head, and the Mongolian cavalry

We don’t want to miss the opportunity to generate income.

The cavalry rushed into the woods and could not charge again.

All the Mongolian soldiers held Mongolian bows in their hands, dismounted from their horses and searched the forest. The Mongolian soldiers in the meadow outside happily ran over and cut off the heads of those horse thieves who died tragically. These are not human heads, this is money.

Liu Zongmin was hiding behind a stone. A Mongolian soldier walked past him, but he didn't notice him in the dim light.

The hammer in his hand was slowly raised, and Liu Zongmin jumped up and swung the hammer violently.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound, and the Mongolian soldier didn't even have time to scream, and his head exploded like a broken watermelon.

Liu Zongmin was as agile as a leopard, and jumped up onto the stone. The hammer in his hand was carrying the wind, and hit the back of another Mongolian soldier. The sound of broken bones, mixed with the screams of the Mongolian soldiers, resounded throughout the forest.

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Hundreds of horse bandits jumped down from the trees one after another, like divine soldiers descended from heaven. The weapons in their hands were struck by the wind on the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers below. The sound of knives piercing flesh came one after another, and the screams of the Mongolian soldiers also came one after another.

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Almost at the same time, more than a thousand horse thieves emerged from the grassland. They all rushed towards the nearest Mongolian soldier with their knives.

Liu Zongmin roared wildly, and swiped the giant hammer in his hand horizontally, knocking a Mongolian soldier away. Then he swung it vertically, and the Mongolian scimitar in the hand of a Mongolian soldier was smashed into the body.

"Fuck them, brothers!" Liu Zongmin rushed into the middle of the Mongolian soldiers' formation, opening and closing the giant hammer in his hand like a rotating millstone, and all flesh and blood were ground into paste by the millstone.

In the darkness, countless sword lights flashed. Every sword flash flashed, or there was a crazy roar, or a broken scream. Blood flew under the silver moonlight, and two people of different races desperately stabbed the steel into each other.

body.

Liu Zongmin had just killed a Mongolian soldier when an arrow pierced his shoulder like a poisonous dragon.

"Fuck...!" Liu Zongmin felt pain in his shoulder, gritted his teeth, reached out to grab the arrow shaft, and slapped the arrow shaft with the hammer in his hand. The arrow penetrated from the shoulder blade socket, he took out his knife and cut off the arrow shaft with his backhand.

The broken arrow was pulled out.

In hand-to-hand combat in the dark, the Mongolian soldiers had no way to display their unparalleled archery skills. Soldiers from both sides were entangled, and if they knocked off their knives, they would pick them with their hands and bite them with their teeth. Dry branches, stones, and everything around them that could be used were weapons.

The screams resounded, the smell of blood filled the entire forest, and the night owls flapped their wings and flew high.

The melee lasted for half an hour, and the screams gradually subsided. Liu Zongmin sat on the stone and gasped, blood mixed with brains dripping on the grass along the hammer, and the minions beside him helped wrap him up with strips of cloth.

The wound on the back was as big as half a fist, and two arrows were shot in the leg.

"Sending a message to the boss, we have killed the cavalry who rushed into the forest. As long as he leads his brothers to charge again, there may be a chance to rush out." After taking a big gulp of wine, Liu Zongmin faced the young men beside him.

commanded.

After following Li Zicheng for many years, this was the first time he suffered such a serious injury. Especially the wound on his forehead. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his whole head would have been cut in half by a sharp Mongolian knife.

According to the agreement in advance, the cavalry lured the Mongolian soldiers into the woods, and then Liu Zongmin led the ambush to kill these Mongolian soldiers. If a weak gap appeared in the encirclement, Li Zicheng would lead the cavalry and rush out frantically.

Now Liu Zongmin has killed thousands of Mongolian cavalry, and his own men have also suffered heavy casualties. Only three or four hundred of them can stand up.

Li Zicheng weighed the long knife in his hand. Whether he could rush out today depended on this thing.

Five hundred capable cavalrymen mounted their war horses. There were no heroic words or impassioned speeches. Li Zicheng waved the long sword in his hand. The five hundred cavalrymen rushed out of the woods like wind. Behind them were the exhausted Liu Zongmin and others. Two thousand men

, now more than half has been lost.

Arrows were still being shot from the meadow, but these arrows were either blocked by shields and knocked to the ground, or knocked away by swords. The madly charging cavalry rushed in front of these Mongolian soldiers, and the guys in their hands fired at them mercilessly.

Greetings on them.

When many Mongolian soldiers were dying, they still had the recently beheaded heads of horse thieves hanging on their waists.

"I didn't expect it! These people actually had a second chance. My 1,500 men rushed in, but they were all killed." Galdan stood on the mountain ridge, looking at the battlefield below with a monocular telescope.

"I have seen Li Zicheng, and he is indeed a rare warrior. His subordinate Liu Zongmin is also a warrior. It is not surprising that he achieved such a record during a surprise attack. It's just...!" Dorgon looked at the people around him.

Mongolians, they hesitate to speak.

"Mr. Dorgon, just tell me if you have anything." Galdan put down the monocular and looked back at Dorgon.

"His Royal Highness's generals wanted to take credit too much, so they fell into their trap. Today we were twenty thousand against two thousand, so things were fine. If one day we face the Liao army, such a fatal mistake will make us

His Highness's army was completely defeated."

"Are the Han Liao soldiers so powerful?"

"Your Highness! Li Xiao is a wolf. Don't let him discover your weakness. Otherwise, he will bite madly at this weakness. He will not stop until he bites you to death!

Please believe me, these are the lessons we Jurchens have learned with their own blood." Thinking of the Hou Jin Empire that was killed by Li Xiao, Dorgon's heart bleeds.

A nation that rose between white mountains and black waters could defeat the powerful Ming Empire in Saarhu. In fact, the Hou Jin Dynasty had almost occupied the entire Liaodong. However, it was still Li Xiao who led his Liao soldiers to overturn the situation.

If it weren't for Li Xiao, he might be leading the powerful Eight Banners army to the Central Plains. Dorgon believed that the corrupt army of the Ming Dynasty was definitely no match for the powerful Eight Banners soldiers.

"Okay! I would like to listen to Mr. Dorgon's advice on future military matters. Send an order to Danzila and ask him to bring Li Zicheng's head to see me."

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince." The guard took the order and rode off to deliver the order.

The cavalry killed the Mongolian soldiers in the meadow and galloped crazily towards the east. If they could rush out before the Mongolian soldiers surrounded them, they could survive. The Mongols were the most vengeful and had killed so many of them. If they caught them, what would happen to them?

It must be extremely miserable.

From the east, there was a sound like rolling thunder. Under the silver moonlight, countless Mongolian soldiers rushed towards Li Zicheng.

Li Zicheng took a breath. He didn't expect that after killing so many Mongolian soldiers, there were so many people on the opposite side. Li Zicheng never dreamed that in order to encircle and suppress him, Galdan used 20,000 Mongolian soldiers. In any case,

I want to kill him off his horse.

There is no room for compromise in the cavalry hedging. Anyone who thinks of escaping at this time will be chased and beaten by the opponent until the entire army is finally destroyed.

"Fight!" Li Zicheng made a determined decision and tightened his grip on the long knife in his hand.

As soon as the Mongolian cavalry approached, they heard a "crackling" sound. Then, the Mongolian soldiers in the front row fell off their horses one after another and were trampled to pieces by the galloping horses behind them.

It was not for nothing that Li Zicheng had been fooling around all these years. The fifty cavalrymen in the front row were all holding fire blunderbuss. When a round of fire blunderbuss was fired, the forward of the Mongolian soldiers suffered a slight setback. However, the Mongolian soldiers still pressed forward with overwhelming momentum.

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Under the silver moonlight, the two cavalrymen collided hard.

Countless people screamed and fell off their horses, while the ownerless horses continued to gallop on the battlefield.

Li Zichengping raised the long knife in his hand, used the tip of the knife to deflect the opponent's spear, and then simply relied on his horse speed to effortlessly leave a huge wound on the opponent's chest.

Running and killing all the way, his body was soon covered with blood. He didn't know which was the enemy's and which was his own.

The shouts of killing became more and more intense, and the neighing of war horses also became loud. Countless people fell to the ground behind him, including Mongolians and his men. The Mongolians in front were densely packed, and there was no telling how many there were.

Li Zicheng felt that the speed of his horse was getting slower and slower, while the dense Mongolian military formation on the opposite side had no end in sight.

The war horse could not last long at full speed. There was already foam on the mouth of the war horse. The speed of the horse was also getting slower and slower. Li Zicheng had three arrows stuck in his body, and he was still slashing with his sword, and he kept cursing.

A thunderous scream came from behind, and Li Zicheng turned around sharply.

A stray arrow was inserted into Liu Zongmin's eye socket, and the other end of the arrow penetrated from the back of his head.

Liu Zongmin screamed and fell under his horse, rolling on the ground screaming. A group of Mongolian horses trampled over him, and the screams gradually weakened until they disappeared completely.

"Yeah!" Li Zicheng turned his head and shouted loudly. He slashed Huashan with the long sword in his hand, splitting the oncoming Mongolian soldier in half with his sword.

His back hurt, and an arrow pierced his back. The pain in his back made his arms unable to use any strength at all. He reached out to pull out the arrow from his back, but was shot again in the chest.

Hit by two arrows.

His body was getting weaker and weaker, and the long knife in his hand was even more powerful. The hand that was holding the handle of the knife finally let go, and the long knife fell to the ground. Then, Li Zicheng also fell under the horse.

Faced with countless horse legs galloping towards him, Li Zicheng laughed ferociously. He took out a grenade from his arms and said, "I'll fuck your grandma! If you want to kill grandpa, die with him." Li Zicheng pulled the handle of the grenade, and Li Zicheng

Yelled wildly.

"Boom!" Under the silver moonlight, the grenade exploded with bright orange sparks.

Countless shrapnel and steel balls were flying in the air, and people and horses within a radius of five meters were bleeding.

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"Li Zicheng can't come back. I sent someone to deliver a message to the Mongols. He wants to target the Mongolian caravan. It is estimated that Li Zicheng is fighting the Mongols in the Helan Mountains now. The Mongols are ferocious, and Li Zicheng just wants to escape unscathed.

dream."

Gao Jie and Xing rode side by side. Although they knew that Li Zicheng would probably die, they still hurried on in order to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

"His life is very long, he can't die so easily. Let's go back to Guanzhong as soon as possible and get some money to get rid of your people. Let's take the money and hide our names anonymously and find a place where no one knows us.

Live your life peacefully and peacefully.

The slave family never wants to live a life of displacement again!" Ms. Xing looked at the moon, then looked back at hundreds of carts of gold, silver and jewelry.

Such a huge fortune is enough for her and Gao Jie to live for eight lifetimes.

Women have been seeking stability all their lives, but ever since they married Li Zicheng and Mr. Xing, they have never felt stable.

When Li Zicheng rebelled, she followed Li Zicheng everywhere. Later, when Li Zicheng was defeated, she still followed him everywhere. Later, Li Zicheng was driven to the grassland, and she had to endure the smell of sheep and wandered in the grassland with Li Zicheng.

Mr. Xing has had enough of the wandering life all year round, and now he yearns for a stable life. With two more children to carry on the family line, his life will be complete.

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. They all know that there are gold, silver and jewels in it. If you want to give them money to send them away, I'm afraid they will be furious." As the leader, Gao Jie knows very well what kind of people these people under his command are.
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