Nanming Engineer

Chapter 472 Retreat
Beads of bitter and salty sweat flowed down the forehead, overflowed the thick eyebrows, flowed between the pores, followed the direction of the brow bone all the way down, and finally slowly seeped into the eyes.

Su Le blinked violently, shook his head slightly, tried his best to suppress the urge to stretch out his hand to wink at the eyes, and fiercely slashed the long knife in his hand at a white-armored soldier.

The white-armored soldiers used their long spears, which were more powerful than those close at hand. Suler used his body to bully those close to him and gained the upper hand. The white-armored soldiers could not dodge the sword, so they had to raise the barrel of their guns to block it.

The sharp blade slashed on the gun shaft with great force, and cut the white wax rod into two parts. The knife continued to slash, and with a strong wind, it slashed at the shoulder and neck of the white armored soldier. Moaning, Su Le cut a slit open, the blade went straight into it, stuck on the collarbone, a gust of blood surged up, obviously the bone was broken.

Su Le violently drew the knife, and the long and narrow blade was pulled out "Greegler" from the human body. The sound of friction between the blade and the collarbone sounded harsh like sawing wood, but Su Le's movements were extremely swift and violent, and the knife carried The afterimage raised a cloud of blood, and the blade was still sharp.

He turned around flexibly, changed his body to the right, and avoided the assassination of another long spear, causing the white armored soldier with the spear to shout "Kill!" Su Le moved and swung violently, and the horizontal hook on the blade of the gun struck Su Le's waist and eyes. The move was familiar and effective, and it was the "spear return technique" of the white-bared soldier's spear.

Su Le's waist abruptly retracted a few more points, as if a rubber ball had been pinched by someone, and a piece was dented. The horizontal hook passed by, and a piece of armor was hooked against his armor.

The long knife flew over the head and slashed hard, hitting the helmet of the white-armored soldier. The helmet was made of iron, but it could not block the power of the knife. The blade just chopped off the helmet and flew up, along with a piece of skull.

Su Le kicked and kicked the white armored soldier who was still standing to the ground. No one came around for a while, he had just stopped with a knife and took a heavy breath.

He couldn't remember how many Ming soldiers he had killed, nor how many knives he had cut. He was surrounded by white-armored figures running around, and Qing soldiers were fighting, shouting, and screaming in the white shadows. The established team was broken up, he couldn't find his Niu Lu, and he couldn't see Oboi's flag, and the soldiers who followed him were no longer the same group that Chu Chu followed, these soldiers were just looking at him." The yellow waistcoat of "Batulu" is the only way to hug him.

It's like a nightmare!Suler panted and half-knelt on the ground, regaining his strength a little bit. When he recalled the battle, his red eyes under his thick eyebrows still shone with incredible light.

How did you lose?It seemed to collapse suddenly, and the people in front retreated like a tide, and the Jurchen infantry who were caught off guard were rushed once by their own people. Even though Su Le and Oboi categorically ordered to kill the defeated soldiers who dared to charge, they were dizzy. The defeated soldiers were still crushed by landslides, and there were even cavalry running around. The phalanx could no longer be maintained. Su Le instantly felt the pain of the Ming army in the face of the defeated own people.

The white-armored soldiers followed behind like a white tsunami, beheading the defeated Qing soldiers with their backs facing them wantonly, killing chickens was as simple as killing a chicken, no one dared to turn around and fight, and the sound of crying and shouting was louder than the sound of killing.

Su Le and Ao Bai were washed away, and he was like a small boat caught in the turbulent current, spinning in the whirlpool.

In such a situation, the power of an individual is extremely small, a single person in a thousand troops is a drop in the ocean, and he has no other choice but to follow the tide. Su Le's mind is very flexible, he can be regarded as a big chestnut, and he immediately turned around and wanted to run.

Slashing and running for his life in the chaotic army, for a moment, he seemed to see a familiar figure in a trance, and his heart was suddenly pinched by some hand, which tightened his spirits.

Looking back, he saw Wang Huan, the bald-headed monk back then, now with white armor and red tassels, riding on a strong horse, holding a crossbow and shooting arrows at the Qing soldiers under the guard of the brigade soldiers. At this moment, he pretended to be indifferent, but it still made Su Le unforgettable forever.

It was this Nanman who killed Tuhai, robbed the silver car, and ruined his bright future. Now he has become the Duke of the Ming Army, the Lord of Thousands of Armies, and led the great battle that took the lifeblood of the Qing Dynasty.

The blood rushed to his brain along the veins of his body, Su Le forgot that he was in a predicament, forgot to escape and save his life, and a thought flashed in his mind: kill this person, and you can turn the tide!
So he turned back and brandished his sword, like a rock in an independent torrent, fighting in the opposite direction among the rebels. Batulu's bravery burst out at this moment. After killing several people, a large number of fleeing Jurchen soldiers gathered around him. It formed an island-like formation that was neither big nor small.

Su Le took a breath, stood up, looked up and looked around. There were crowds of people around, and the flags were fluttering, but there was no flag of the Qing Dynasty. Looking around, except for his own, the rest of the place was full of white armored soldiers, who had no time to run. The Qing soldiers in the distance were divided into a small group of circles, and a large number of white armored soldiers surrounded and strangled in an orderly manner. In the distance on the two wings, the cavalry of the Ming army, rolling like dragons and raging waves, were galloping on horseback. Submerged in it, unable to see clearly.

Farther away, the Ming army's cannons were still roaring, and iron bullets flew over his head and landed far away, hitting the ground with a "dong-dong" sound.

As for Wang Huan, he was no longer visible at this time, and the chaos was boiling. Where can I find him?
Su Le regretted it a bit. He was too impulsive just now. How could it be so easy to take the head of a general out of an army of ten thousand?It's good now, it seems that this life has to be explained here!
With a wry smile, he drew his sword and shouted: "Quick back! Back!" He took the remaining soldiers around him and killed towards the rear.

Swinging a knife, blocking, slashing, dodging, the knife slashing on the enemy's body, the splashed blood stained the armor red, the white armor soldiers surrounded all around, the knives and guns kept stretching out, there were fewer and fewer people around, the sound of shouting and cursing It is getting weaker and weaker, but the Ming Chinese is getting higher and higher. Su Le feels that the strength of his body is gradually decreasing with the swing of the knife. Every time he swings a knife, he brings out a bit of strength. The Ming army cut a gash on his body, and the severe pain of the wound stimulated his nerves. How could the Baturu warrior die at the hands of the Ming army?This is absolutely impossible, it must be killed, the regent is still behind, the Qing Dynasty was defeated this time, and there will be a next time, next time, that bastard Wang Huan will definitely be killed!

Su Le fought desperately, cutting a bloody path through the sea of ​​people. His outer layer of cotton armor was torn like a beggar, and several pieces of armor were missing, revealing the inner layer of refined steel chain mail. The cherry gun that looked like a lightning rod on the helmet was also broken off, leaving only a short stump.

At this time, only the obsession to survive supported him. He could see that Dorgon's king's flag was retreating rapidly in the distance. It was obvious that the regent was also retreating. There was no chance of a counterattack in this battle. However, Su Le, who was trapped in the chaotic army, has become an outcast like thousands of Qing troops.

There was no one following Su Le anymore, everyone dispersed, but the fighting continued, shouts could be heard everywhere, white shadows were still lingering everywhere, a white armored soldier stopped in front, He chopped off the crescent ax in his hand fiercely.

Su Le dodged sideways. The knife in his hand wanted to cut the white-armored soldier horizontally. He wanted to cut the white-armored soldier into two pieces. After estimating his remaining strength at that moment, he still swiped the knife upwards and wiped the white-armored soldier's neck. , took the Ming army's life with the least effort.

The burly body of the Ming army fell down suddenly, and Su Le saw Oboi.

Oboi is nine feet tall, with a strong body and great strength. It is rumored that he can stand up to a running bull and force the bull back. His strength is unmatched by gold. He has experienced hundreds of battles and made countless military achievements. He has served many princes successively , Jigong was the commander of the Xianghuang Banner Guard Army.

But at this moment, Oboi did not look the same as before, his whole body was stained with blood, he was holding a broken knife in his hand, the armor on his upper body was chopped to pieces, one shoulder was bare, a piece of flesh was cut off, and two feathered arrows trembled. It was stuck in the keyhole of the chain mail on the back, with angry eyebrows, and was facing a short red-faced Ming army.

The red-faced Ming army general used a ghost-headed knife, and the nine iron rings shook with a "crash", a big hole broke in the blade, and half of the blade was stuck on one shoulder.

"It's so happy!" The red-faced Ming army raised his head and laughed: "It's so happy for your mother! This Tartar is so tough, I like to kill such beasts!"

Aobai's leopard's eyes were wide open, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he threw the broken knife as a hidden weapon, the red-faced Ming Jun avoided it, and Aobai rushed over with giant strides. ,

A white-armored soldier rushed out from behind and stabbed Obai with his long spear. The tip of the spear pierced the chainmail armor between his waist and ribs, and was inserted into the keyhole. Oboi grabbed the head of the spear, and the gun suddenly bent. Opening his bow, Ao Bai pulled out the gun blade from his body with a grim smile. The tip of the gun was bloody. Then he waved his hand and used the extremely tough white wax rod as a slingshot to sweep across the head of the white-armored soldier. The white-armored soldier was hit and vomited blood from his mouth. It flew out like a kite.

The red-faced Ming army yelled loudly, and the ghost-head knife slashed his head with the strong wind. Oboi turned his head sharply, using his long spear as a stick, and swept across the red-faced Ming army's waist.

"Tom!"

"Crack!"

The red-faced Mingjun was swept up into the air, his body weighing more than 100 kilograms tumbled in the air, and fell far into the soil.

The Ghost Head Knife dropped his hand and slashed at Oboi's armored shoulder on the other side, shattering the chain mail, cutting into the flesh and blood, without any flesh.

The nine iron rings were still "buzzing" and trembling.

Fight for your life, Su Le almost stopped breathing, and stood still far away, unable to move.

Life for life, don't leave behind, no matter how you fight, I will kill you if I don't hide or evade!
No wonder Oboi is in such a mess, this Ming army is a lunatic!

Aobai raised his head to the sky and screamed, his face was full of anger, and he was extremely angry. He grabbed the ghost head knife on his shoulder with one hand and pulled it out as if he didn't feel any pain. His mouth was gasping like a beast, and he stared at his blood-red eyes. Looking at the ancestor who hadn't gotten up yet, he strode forward.

Zu Bian was lying on the ground, his nose and mouth were full of blood, he raised his head with effort, and smiled cheekily: "Damn it! It's really, really fucking hard! I can't beat it!"

After a pause, he roared: "Old Yan, your mother! What are you waiting for? Watch me die!"

Before the words fell, a gunshot rang out.

"boom!"

A ball of blood burst out from Aobai's head, and his whole head was smashed like a pot by lead bullets. The nine-foot-tall figure fell down like a mountain, shaking the ground.

Yan Mingde stood nearby, holding a blunderbuss with green smoke filling the mouth.

Zu Bian let out a long breath and tried to get up, but his efforts were unsuccessful, and a painful part of his internal organs was involved. His smile became ferocious: "Your mother! Do you really think I am stupid? I have helpers!"

Su Le narrowed his eyes, turned around and ran, a little faster than before.

The group of ugliness retreated and wandered into the distance.

In the Ming army formation, Wang Huan fired the mountain-destroying crossbow indiscriminately while giving an order in a deep voice: "Cavalry, don't rush to kill people, go up, block the Tatars' retreat, and leave Dorgon here!"

(End of this chapter)