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After a moment, Duan Xiliang also reacted and hurriedly threw the steel knife in his hand to Li Yuanqing, "Sir, take the knife."

Li Yuanqing caught the steel knife steadily and looked at the Han flag soldier indifferently, "Are you coming too?"

This Han flag soldier was so frightened that he quickly threw his weapons on the ground and said, "No, don't kill me, don't kill me."

As he said that, he rolled and crawled and ran back.

Ninety percent of the bravery of the Han banner soldiers was based on the bravery of the Zhennu soldiers, and another 10% was based on the high-ranking officials of the Later Jin Dynasty.

But at this time, Li Yuanqing killed a white-armored man and a red-armored man one after another, completely frightening the courage of the Han army flag soldier. Even the real slave was no match for the Ming army general across from him, so wouldn't he die if he went up there?

Seeing that the Han flag soldier's back was about to sink into the ice wall, suddenly, Li Yuanqing smiled coldly and slashed his back with a sharp knife.

This Han army flag soldier never expected that Li Yuanqing would suddenly attack from behind, and was completely unprepared. Although he was protected by armor, Li Yuanqing's attack was so powerful that it almost shattered his internal organs. He staggered violently.

He fell to the ground, and the blood in his mouth couldn't stop pouring out. He wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, and after a moment, he fell to the ground.

"Who else dares to come?" Li Yuanqing looked up to the sky and screamed.

Behind the ice wall, these Han flag soldiers had realized that something was wrong, but they still didn't know what was going on. Only when they saw the body of the unlucky Han flag soldier clearly did they realize that something had really changed.

The two leading real slaves were already dead. For a moment, these Han army flag soldiers could neither advance nor retreat, they just stood there in a daze.

Li Yuanqing let out a long breath.

The old saying is true, evil people will be punished by evil people.

If your opponent is strong, you can only make him stronger. This is the simplest and most direct way to solve the problem. Otherwise, even if you make 10,000 detours, you still cannot change the essence.

The space between the ice wall and the big tree is the only exit for these Hou Jin troops at this time. As long as they are stuck here, Li Yuanqing will not worry about them escaping.

However, after two fierce battles in succession, the blood in Li Yuanqing's chest and abdomen was boiling, and the heat in his body was boiling. Even though the weather was extremely cold at this time, Li Yuanqing could not feel it at all.

"Sir." Seeing that there was no movement from the other party, Duan Xiliang hurriedly led people to greet him, fearing that there would be a cold arrow coming from the other side.

Li Yuanqing held the steel knife in his hand tightly, calmed down his mood a little, and said to Duan Xiliang and others: "Back off, make space for them to come out."

Li Yuanqing used his own performance to boost the morale of these soldiers. At this time, it was freezing cold and the weather was bad, so he was able to clean up the Tatars in one go.

The soldiers quickly took seven or eight steps back, and Li Yuanqing also stepped aside, leaving enough space behind the ice wall.

At this time, the injured Jurchen noble, also escorted by several real slaves and a dozen Han army flag soldiers, came behind the ice wall.

The leader, Daizi, was stunned when he saw the dozen or so Han flag soldiers who were acting as the vanguard. His face couldn't help but change, and he asked a few cold words in slave language.

The leading Han flag soldier quickly reported the situation to him in a low voice.

This generation's face turned gloomy for a while, and he quickly asked the Jurchen nobles behind him for instructions.

The Jurchen noble looked at the night sky and said coldly: "Rush out."

"yes."

After a moment, Daizi took the lead in person, followed by a leader, two white armors, three red armors, and several vests following him, quickly rushing towards the snow wall.

Seeing their master move, more than twenty Han banner soldiers quickly picked up their weapons and followed their master.

Li Yuanqing, who was behind the ice wall, had already heard what was going on here, and could not help but sternly said to the soldiers around him: "My dear men, it's time to fight. Show me your housekeeping skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, this generation rushed out with others.

There was no nonsense between the two sides, just like two asteroids that could not go around at all, they collided violently.

The space behind the ice wall was extremely narrow. Daizi immediately realized this problem. While he rushed forward with all his strength, he shouted to behind him, "Go up and scatter them."

Several white-armored and red-armored men were all elites who had fought many battles. They immediately understood what the leader meant. They spread out in an arc and used their flesh and blood to attack the Ming army's defense line on Li Yuanqing's side.

They all wear armor and have extraordinary martial arts skills, but the Ming army has been boosted by Li Yuanqing. They refuse to retreat until death, and are entangled with these real slaves, firmly oppressing their space, making the soldiers with the Han banner behind them

, unable to rush out to help them.

But after all, there was a huge gap in strength. In a moment, more than a dozen Ming soldiers had fallen to the swords of these true slaves.

Li Yuanqing was simply heartbroken, but this situation had already turned into a melee. It was no longer the time to show off his personal bravery, so he had to shout desperately, "I'll take the lead."

Li Yuanqing shouted while winking at Duan Xiliang beside him.

He had long noticed that Dai Zi with a red tassel on his head was the core of Zhen Nu, and everyone started fighting around him.

Duan Xiliang immediately understood what Li Yuanqing meant. To capture the thief first, capture the king. As long as this generation is destroyed, half the battle will be won.

In a moment, Duan Xiliang let out a loud roar, flew forward with a knife, and struck directly at this generation's face.

This generation was struggling with a Ming army soldier. He knocked the Ming army soldier to the ground with a casual knife. Seeing the cold light flashing before his eyes, he did not dare to be careless and quickly raised his knife to block it.

In an instant, there was a "stab" sound, and Duan Xiliang's steel knife had already struck hard on Zidaizi's knife.

Although Duan Xiliang is not tall and young, after following Li Yuanqing, he ate well and exercised enough. He was almost one size larger than before, and he was very muscular, just like an ordinary Tatar.

Seeing that the attack failed, Duan Xiliang quickly withdrew the steel knife and struck the chest and abdomen of this generation with a backhand strike.

This generation sneered. He had already seen that Duan Xiliang was a good player in the Ming army, but his martial arts skills were too immature.

He didn't dodge, and stabbed Duan Xiliang directly in the heart with his backhand knife.

Duan Xiliang couldn't help but be shocked. This Daizi was covered in iron armor. His own knife would at most damage Daizi's internal organs, but it would never be fatal. However, this Daizi's knife could kill him in an instant.

But the matter had come to this point, and there was no room for maneuver. He could only grit his teeth and go forward. Even if he couldn't kill this generation, he still had to break his chest and abdomen to buy time for the adults behind him.

At this critical moment, Li Yuanqing suddenly jumped up high, and with the weight of his entire body, he rushed towards this generation.

With previous combat experience, Li Yuanqing understood deeply that these true slaves were all extremely strong and protected by fine armor. In such a fight, his own Ming army was no match for them. The most direct way was to fight hand-to-hand.

Use your own body as a weapon to kill them.

This generation was about to succeed against Duan Xiliang, but Li Yuanqing's sudden attack forced him to suddenly withdraw his steel knife to deal with Li Yuanqing's side.

But he didn't expect that Duan Xiliang had already been determined to die and wanted to die with him.

Before he had time to step back and stagger the space, Li Yuanqing and Duan Xiliang had already arrived one after another in an instant.

Duan Xiliang struck him hard on the chest with a knife, and regardless of whether it caused any harm to him, he punched him in the face.

This generation's chest hurt and he was speechless. He wanted to avoid it, but Li Yuanqing had already hit him hard.

Li Yuanqing is tall and strong, and with the thick cotton-padded jacket and leather armor he is wearing at this time, he weighs at least 1,780 kilograms. Coupled with the huge inertia of the sudden rush, this blow is simply more powerful than Duan Xiliang's sword, and the damage done to this generation

The damage is greater.

In an instant, Li Yuanqing and Duan Xiliang made the boy into a "rougamo", but in an instant he reacted, gritted his teeth and slammed his head into Duan Xiliang's face.

Duan Xiliang was almost face to face with him, unable to avoid him at all. In an instant, his face was covered with blood after being hit by this generation's helmet.

But the cruelty of Dai Zi not only did not make Duan Xiliang retreat, but also aroused his bloody temper. He didn't care about anything else, roared, and strangled Duan Xiliang's neck with both hands.

This generation was anxious and angry, and just about to resist, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain in his ankle.

At this time, Li Yuanqing, who was jumping on him, had already pulled out the dagger from his boot and stabbed his leg and wrist fiercely.

"ah……"

Even though this generation was brave and invincible, he was still made of flesh and blood. The severe pain in his leg made him instinctively raise his head, just like doing a 'back raise'.

Duan Xiliang was not willing to let go of such an opportunity. He used his own methods to treat others as well. He took his own head and hit this generation's head hard.

This generation's face was raised, and it happened to be strong. In a moment, his face was covered with blood, his eyes could not be opened, and he roared like a wild beast.

At this time, Li Yuanqing also regained his composure, fiercely pulled out the dagger from the crook of his leg, and stabbed the dagger into the crotch of the gap under his armor.

This generation shouted like crazy. At this time, Duan Xiliang had already climbed up, grabbed his head with both hands, sat on his head, and twisted it back violently.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. Seeing this generation's death, Li Yuanqing shouted, "Xiliang, that Bai Jia."

As he spoke, he rolled over and struck out with a sharp knife, directly hitting the white-armored ankle next to him.

Duan Xiliang also reacted, smiled ferociously, and struck the white-armored man in the ear with his knife.

This white-armored man was entangled with two Ming army soldiers and had already rushed into the Ming army's battle formation. He didn't expect that someone would attack from behind and from the side at the same time. He quickly pulled out his iron hook to deal with it.

But by this time, it was already too late. Li Yuanqing's steel knife instantly cut into his ankle, cutting off his bones and cutting off one of his feet.

The white armor screamed in pain, and his body instinctively lost balance. Just as he was about to fall to the ground and roll, Duan Xiliang's steel knife had already hit his helmet hard.

In an instant, he felt like the world was spinning, and his chest and abdomen seemed to explode. He spit out a large pool of donated blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground in pain, no longer breathing any more.

Li Yuanqing was not willing to miss this opportunity. He stood up suddenly and shouted: "Kill the Tatars."

As soon as this generation died, the real slaves also panicked. They rushed too far forward and rushed into the crowd of Ming soldiers.

Under Li Yuanqing's shouts, the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted, and they frantically surrounded and suppressed these real slaves, drowning them in an instant.

At this time, the Han flag soldiers behind the snow wall showed their heads. Before they could see clearly their situation, they were forced into the battle formation by the Jurchen nobles behind them.

But at this time, several real slaves in the Ming army crowd had already been chopped into meat paste.

Having already killed the real slaves, how could the Ming soldiers still have the slightest fear in the face of these Han flag soldiers? They rushed towards them like a wind and a lingering cloud.

Poor these Han flag soldiers, they were surrounded by Ming soldiers before they had time to see clearly what was going on.

"All the real slaves are dead, who are you traitors like you working for?" Duan Xiliang shouted like a murderer.

These Han flag soldiers were already in chaos. Upon hearing this, they fell into a state of collapse and were hacked to death by the Ming soldiers behind them.

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