"Bang!"

As Cui Er made another accurate bird gun sound, a bloody hole was immediately blown out of Fei Yingdong's neck, a confidant servant who was about fifty years old.

He wanted to struggle desperately, but his whole body had been drained. He shook it a few times, and with a "thump", he lay on the ground.

The blood gushing out of the wound turned the white ground under your feet red in the blink of an eye.

"Mutu——"

Fei Yingdong happened to see this scene in a blink of an eye, and he was no longer tense and yelled like crazy.

Mutu has been following him in his teens to fight against the north and south, and is like a sibling. He has long been like a sibling.

Before, countless strong winds and waves were wading through them, but now they are... capsized in this gutter...

pity.

Even if Fei Yingdong is in pain, it still cannot change the reality!

In this gap, not far away, another confidant servant was directly stuffed by Chen Liuzi's stick to the back of his head. His brain was cracked, red and white, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

In just a few minutes, there were less than ten confidant servants of Fei Yingdong No. 34, who were left.

Without heavy weapons, without full armor, and being surrounded by numerous people, even if they face this situation, they would be unable to turn things around!

"ah--"

Even Fei Yingdong, how could he withstand this terrifying pain? He whistled to the sky with pain.

Immediately, he ignored it and swung his sword and rushed into the Ming army's crowd, as if he was trying to die.

But who is stupid among the many Ming soldiers?

He didn't go to the front line with Fei Yingdong at all.

As soon as he rushed over, many brothers of the Ming army immediately retreated and turned to attack the slaves that Fei Yingdong could not care about. They were like "two by one" playing monkey.

On the west mountain.

Looking at this scene, Li Chunlai's excitement gradually faded away, and replaced by an extremely deep and profound feeling.

The dragon meets the shallows, and the tiger falls into the sun.

Faced with this dilemma, what can a hero like Fei Yingdong be able to do?

Once he loses the support of that general trend, he is just an ordinary body and is powerless to turn things around!

At this time, Tulai, Zhuopt and others had climbed a lot of them on the mountain, but twenty or thirty corpses were left at the foot of the mountain, and the temperature was almost the same.

Li Chunlai no longer had Moji, and directly passed the order to Ma Wu and took Fei Yingdong!

...

Soon, Li Chunlai's order was conveyed to the front line.

Many brothers no longer had any traces of ink. They immediately rushed to Fei Yingdong and directly pressed him to the ground.

"Ah, um, Minggou, you all deserve to die. I won't let you go even if you are a ghost, um..."

Fei Yingdong's old face was intimately in contact with the ground. He struggled and wanted to yell at him, but he was soon pressed to death.

Especially Chen Liuzi, he is already very experienced at this time.

The first time, he stuffed a piece of rag into Fei Yingdong's mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

"Haha, I won, I won!"

"The Third Master is mighty!"

"Mr. Li is mighty..."

"Master Li San is invincible..."

As Fei Yingdong bowed his head, a red tide around him immediately burst into shouts like mountains and seas, as if he wanted to ignite the world.

"uncle--"

“Ama…”

But on the east mountain, looking at this extremely tragic scene, Tulai, Oboi and others couldn't help but exclaim and burst into tears.

But it can't change anything at all.

Seeing that the Red Tide in the valley took Fei Yingdong, his eyes had already begun to turn to them. Zhuopt hurriedly pulled Tulai and said hurriedly: "Seventh Master, go, go quickly. Otherwise, uncle, he would have sacrificed in vain..."

Tu Lai shouted sadly and struggled for several times, but she also understood that what Zhuopt said was right. She immediately looked at the tyrannical Chi Chao again with great ruthlessness, and sweared truthfully: "Li Chunlai Li Saner, I remember you! I will never be a human being if I don't cut into pieces in this life!"

As he said that, he didn't look back and hurriedly called the servants around him to go up the mountain and run away.

"Wan Sheng!"

"I have a great victory in the Ming Dynasty!"

"The Third Master is mighty..."

"Mr. Li is mighty..."

"Fuck your mother's dog Tartar, don't run away if you have any habit..."

"Hahaha……"

Seeing the Tartars on the East Mountain running away quickly, the craze of the Ming army in the valley could not help but become more unrestrained, just like piercing the sky.

Li Chun looked at this scene and breathed a little relieved, but he didn't have time to think about anything else. He directly greeted Mao Wenlong and said, "Brother, it's almost done, it's time to close the net!"

"Ai?"

Mao Wenlong, who was still immersed in the tyranny and excited, couldn't help but come back to his senses and said with great emphasis: "San'er, don't worry. I've prepared it long ago."

As he said, busy is to go to work.

Li Chunlai also issued several more orders to Ma Wu.

...

"Boom!"

"Boom..."

"Haha, brothers, Fei Yingdong has already bowed his head. It's time for us to make achievements. Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill, don't let the dogs run away..."

"Run..."

Soon, a terrifying burst sound came from the direction of the valley entrance to the north, followed by various shouts of pursuit and the sound of firearms.

The yellow-flag-inlaid Tartars who were stuck outside were already panicked like a stray dog. When they saw this, how could they still dare to miss it? They could only retreat quickly.

West Mountain.

On a simple observation deck built on a tall tree, looking at the Tatars in the north, which were not greatly affected, they didn't want many supplies and rode a horse and ran away.

Tu Lai and the others ran away from Dongshan, and Li Chunlai breathed a little relieved.

This battle has been won for the time being!

However, taking it at this time is obviously a big difference from eating it directly into your stomach.

In this state, this piece of white mountains and black waters is nominally the land of the Ming Dynasty, but with the crushing defeat of Sarhu in this battle, this place is actually the sphere of influence of the Later Jin Dynasty!

It will definitely not take two days for the elite of the Later Jin Dynasty to arrive here!

fine.

Tu Lai and the others were all scared. They didn't want all the war horses, armor, and supplies, and they just fled with some short-soldiers and light weapons.

This means that even if they want to kill another shot, it will be difficult for them to have such strength.

After careful observation of the overall situation, Li Chunlai also skillfully got off the observation deck and quickly came to the valley to investigate the situation.

This battle has gained so much.

But what can be taken away must be based on Li Chunlai's personal investigation.

...

It was only the end of Chen and it was less than nine o'clock in the morning, and it was still very early.

Ignoring the cheers of the brothers around me, and without having time to see Fei Yingdong's spoils, Li Chunlai came to the valley and quickly summoned Mao Wenlong, Man Gui, Zhang Huang, Chen Liuzi, and Yu Yao to work hard.

Not only do we have to clean up here, but we also have to send information to the large troops in the mountains.

It seems that the situation is going smoothly now, but it is no different from dancing on the tip of a knife.

Li Chunlai must seize everything that can be seized, take this opportunity firmly, and completely eat all the things that can be harvested.

As the work progressed rapidly, all the data were quickly counted and summarized to Li Chunlai.

In this battle, even though many war horses died, there were still 140 or 50 good horses, and they were not really hurt, but were only frightened.

Whether it is Mao Wenlong, Man Gui's command, or Hu Guanshan, some of them are good at training horses.

Soon, they hit these excellent war horses and temporarily comforted them.
To be continued...