"Wu ~~!" The bowstring was strung, and the sharp arrow let out a low groan as it left the bowstring. More than a hundred cold stars shot straight ahead. At this time, it was impossible to see which soldier's performance was clear. The Ming army stopped for a moment like a flood breaking through a dike. The front line fell in unison, but this was the last wave of arrows the Tartars could shoot.
The Ming army was pushed forward by a great force of survival. No one beat the war drums, and no one gave the order to charge. Therefore, no one could stop. The crowd paused for a moment, and then they rushed forward without hesitation under the push of the people behind them. Wave after wave rushed forward, swallowing the waves in front of them quickly like waves, slapping forward.
The tartars blocking the valley entrance were like a reef standing in the middle of a huge wave, fiercely cutting people with their sharp blades. The impact of the huge wave raised waves, but the waves were bright red.
On the hillside, the Tartar archers could no longer suppress the enemy because the enemy and the enemy were already crowded together, stuck at the mouth of the valley and engaged in a life-and-death struggle. They could only throw down their bows and arrows, pick up their swords and spears, and rush down from the hillside. They fought with the Ming army from both sides.
Following that, the soldiers who could only squeeze in the back and take the beating began to rush back to cover under the leadership of some generals. They rushed up the hill and killed their way to the back. The opening of a gap was like a domino falling over. The entire perfect encirclement lost its effect, and the Tartars charged down.
The two semi-circular plains of the Gourd Valley were also engaged in melee combat at the same time, and the two narrow valley paths were crowded with people. Everyone wanted to quickly rush to the valley entrance, but their feet barely touched the ground as they were slowly and violently carried forward by the crowd.
The smell of blood spread in the cold air. The snow was still flying. The sound of metal rubbing against each other and the sound of metal entering flesh alternated. Blood and flesh formed a sad picture in the snow.
There were many people at the back, but there were only a hundred or so soldiers who could fight at the front. As soon as there were casualties on both sides, fresh troops immediately rushed forward. The place where the two armies were at a stalemate began to be gradually piled up with corpses and blood to form a dividing line.
There were soldiers rolling around in the midst of the corpses on the ground. The people who continued to pounce on them did not have the time to distinguish between friend and foe, nor did they have the time to help them. Stepping on their bodies and blood, a new opponent had already pounced on them fiercely.
The spectacular mass brawl of ten thousand people began. This was a true chaotic battle. The soldiers did not see their generals, and the generals did not see their soldiers. Everyone gripped their weapons tightly in their hands, looking for a pair of hateful eyes. Then, they roared and pounced.
There were swords, spears, swords, halberds, and arrows flying everywhere from time to time. At this time, human lives were absolutely equal. A general who led a thousand troops could also be stabbed to death by the most humble soldier. He could not use any martial arts skills. He did not even have the space to dodge or move. All he could do was slash, kill, kill! The valley was like boiling water, boiling blood-red water, and the only outlet was at the mouth of the valley where Yang Ling and the others were.
Zhilin Dada's subordinates were all fierce generals who killed without batting an eye, but the power of the " flood " was too great. Their lives were also being harvested by the other party. It was only a matter of time before the valley entrance was opened.
The shieldbearers protecting Imperial Messenger Ye and Eunuch Liu held a round shield in one hand and a short knife in the other, loyally escorting them as they moved through Elephant Valley. However, the crowd was too crowded. Imperial Messenger Ye only staggered and fell to the ground. Immediately, countless feet stepped on it. Some were tartars, and some were soldiers who were extremely humble in his eyes.
No one had the time to look at whether the meat under their feet belonged to a lowly soldier or a noble lord. The knives and spears that plundered their lives danced in front of their eyes. They only had one instinct left, the instinct to wield their weapons in order to survive.
The two shield-bearers who tried to drag him up only bent over, but they were crushed by the irresistible crowd. Countless feet continued to step on them, causing the other soldiers to harden their hearts and not look at them again. The entire crowd, regardless of whether they were friends or foes, was completely bound by a huge force and involuntarily moved towards the entrance of the valley.
Yang Ling was dumbfounded. No matter how brave an individual was, it was useless in such a chaotic army. Moreover, his physical strength was not even comparable to a small soldier. His instinctive reaction was to flee to wherever there were fewer people. Amidst the flashes of swords and the shouts of battle, the only responsibility he could remember was to hold Ma Lian 'er's hand tightly. She had followed him here, and he could not escape alone.
Everyone was thinking about rushing out of the valley. If they rushed out of the valley, they would be able to survive. But Yang Ling knew that he had no ability to escape to the valley's entrance in this chaotic army. Even if he was not killed by the Tartars, his thin body would be crushed to the ground by his own people, turning into a pile of crushed meat.
Yang Ling pulled Ma Lian, who was in a daze, away from the flood and ran up the hill. As the Ming army retaliated and the area of slaughter expanded, they could only escape to higher ground.
The Tartars noticed the two people standing on the hillside and immediately rushed over with their sabers. It was an instinctive reaction to destroy all hostile lives.
When they saw different clothes and outfits, their instinctive reaction was to kill. Now, both sides had become the most bloodthirsty and craziest creatures. Those pairs of blood-red eyes no longer had any rationality. They only instinctively searched for life and then destroyed it.
Yang Ling groaned inwardly. He only had one instinct left, and that was to escape. The stream of people in the valley was like a surging river, rolling and colliding with each other. As long as that aura was thrown in, it would immediately be smashed into pieces, so he could only escape to higher ground.
Under the pursuit of a few beast-like Tartars, the two of them used all their strength to escape to the top of the mountain. At first, it was Yang Ling who dragged the panic-stricken Ma Lian 'er to escape. When they were still two hundred feet away from the mountain peak, the exhausted Yang Ling began to be pulled up by Ma Lian.
This body really lacked training. Yang Ling felt his heart beating like a galloping horse, his ears ringing, and the muscles in his thighs throbbing. The suffocating pain almost made him give up on escaping, and he would rather be beheaded by the Tartars.
But Ma Lian 'er clearly didn't think so. Even though her throat was letting out gasps that didn't match her fairy-like appearance, she had already woken up from the shock of the massacre that was like a meat grinder. She began to use all her strength to pull Yang Ling along as she fled.
If someone were to sit in another space and watch them, they would definitely think that they were watching a movie in slow motion. The snow was dancing in the air, and a man and a woman were slowly moving in front of them. A few fiendish people holding knives could catch up with them in a few steps, but they were also moving at the same slow pace, staring at them with a pair of murderous eyes.
The two of them finally reached the top of the mountain. Ma Lian 'er couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air when she saw the situation in front of her. Her last hope of escaping was destroyed. The ridge was narrow, and the other side of the mountain was a steep slope of nearly 70 degrees. There was no way to escape. She let go of Yang Ling's hand in despair and turned back to look at the Tartars who were chasing after her relentlessly. She reached into her bosom and took out the golden hairpin that she had kept before she rode out of the city, placing it against her throat.
Yang Ling panted as he pointed at her. He was panting so hard that he couldn't even say a word. Ma Lian 'er's soft chest heaved up and down as she looked at him. Her bright eyes were complicated. She turned her gaze and saw a few Tartars smiling sinisterly as they climbed to the top of the mountain. She couldn't help but let out a sorrowful laugh. She turned her head and looked deeply at Yang Ling. Then, she closed her eyes and gripped the hairpin tightly, stabbing it toward her throat.
Yang Ling's muscles were trembling from overexerting himself. He was so tired that he did not want to move, but when he saw Ma Lian 'er's actions, he still used all his strength to pounce forward and swing his palm. With a " pa " sound, he knocked Ma Lian's arm askew, and his five fingers grazed Ma Lian's cheek.
Ma Lian 'er's throat was cut open by the hairpin. The golden hairpin flew out of her hand, leaving five fingerprints on her pretty face. She stood rooted to the ground, staring at Yang Ling in shock. Yang Ling knew that she had wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid of being raped by the Tartars, but she was powerless and did not have the time to explain. He stumbled to the front of the steep slope. Although there was no road ahead, it seemed to be the only way to escape.
He turned around and fought with those fierce Mongol warriors barehanded? He didn't even need to think to know that wherever the saber light passed, his head would immediately be separated from his body. He looked at the almost straight and dazzling slope, nervously calculating his chances of survival. He waved at Ma Lian 'er and hissed,"Cough cough, come here!"
Two of the pursuing Tartars had already climbed up the ridge. They had been killing in the valley for half a day and had exhausted their physical strength. Now, they were so tired that they were panting like bulls. Seeing the situation at the top of the mountain, they knew that the two people in front of them had no way to escape. The two Tartars were relieved. They leaned on the ground with their sabers and panted heavily. Now they also needed to recover the strength to raise their sabers to kill people.
The two pairs of fierce eyes sized up the man and woman in front of them. Slowly, the cruel and fierce look in the eyes of the two Tartars gradually disappeared, and began to be replaced by a kind of lewd look. The two pairs of lewd eyes were like knives "tearing" at Ma Lian 'er's clothes. The lost strength began to recover quickly because of the male instinct.
When Ma Lian 'er's father was in charge of the Brocade Guard's intelligence gathering work outside the Great Wall, his public identity was a fur merchant who often dealt with the Tartar tribes. Ma Lian 'er had heard about the wars between the Tartar tribes for survival in order to occupy the grasslands with abundant water and grass. He had heard of the wives and daughters of the conquered being reduced to female slaves and suffering all kinds of abuse. When a woman fell into the hands of these barbarians, her value was not even comparable to an animal. Her fate was worse than falling into hell.
Ma Lian 'er saw the burning desire in the eyes of the two barbarians, who were almost as thick as them and looked like savages. She couldn't help but shiver, and her body was cold to the bone. Her only choice was to run towards Yang Ling, thinking,"" Forget it, since we can't leave a complete corpse, let's jump down the mountain together to feed the wild beasts. It's better than being trampled to death."
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