Late Ming Dynasty: Oops, I am surrounded by the Donglin Party

"Old Four, you bastard, don't go crazy! You just got healed from your injury." Xu Wenyuan dodged left and right with his sword in hand and yelled at Zheng Chong who was not far away.

The soldiers from other camps around were all crazy, hacking and killing the Jiannu with desperate fighting methods. Although Xu Wenyuan was also trying hard to kill the enemies, he still had a trace of clarity in his mind.

Among the Second Sons' Group, Zheng Chong was the youngest and most easily provoked. When His Majesty was giving a speech, Xu Wenyuan even saw this kid wiping away tears.

Just now, Zheng Chong was fighting with a Tartar and was almost chopped several times, but Zheng Chong just kept chopping his head. Fortunately, one of his subordinates came forward to help and killed the Tartar.

Not only did this kid not learn his lesson, he continued to charge forward while panting. Xu Wenyuan had to move closer to Zheng Chong while killing him to remind him.

The members of the Second Sons Regiment were all brothers who had grown up together. Since they entered the military camp together, Xu Wenyuan had dreamed more than once that his brothers had died on the battlefield.

It was not until now that he realized that although military achievements were important, compared to that, he cared more about his brothers.

"Second brother Xu, His Majesty is watching us from behind. You are only talking about me. Look at Sun Dasheng, he is even crazier!" Zheng Chong said dissatisfiedly.

In the battle of Jiazhuang, he was careless and did not dodge, so he was stabbed. Not only did he miss the opportunity to pursue the defeated soldiers and increase his military merits, he also earned a nickname - One and a Half.

Every member of the Second Son's Regiment killed at least three Tartars, but he only killed one and a half.

Now that he is back on the battlefield, he is determined to catch up with the record.

"How can you compare with Sun Dasheng, that idiot? He can beat three of you with one hammer!

If you dare to do this again, don't blame me for telling your father!" Xu Wenyuan said angrily.

Zheng Chong immediately stuck out his tongue when he heard that.

"I know, I know. Can't I just follow you?"

Xu Wenyuan stopped talking. He glanced ahead and said to Zheng Chong:

"You have to pick on the weak ones. Did you see that Tartar? He's injured. Let's go and kill him!"

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"Li Datou! You are injured!" Wang Laoer rushed forward in two steps and killed the struggling Tartar on the ground with one knife.

The man called Li Datou had a bloody mess on his back, but he said nonchalantly:

"We have killed three of them, that's enough. Even if we meet His Majesty, we will be able to do justice to him."

At this time, another Tartar rushed over, and Wang Laoer rushed forward with his sword in hand:

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and stand up and help!"

The two of them have a good relationship on a daily basis. During the last battle of Jiazhuang, Li Datou saved Wang Laoer's life, and Wang Laoer has always been grateful for this favor.

Fortunately, Li Datou was not seriously injured. He took a breath and rushed over dragging his injured body.

The three men immediately started fighting. The Tartar was particularly ferocious. He did not retreat even when outnumbered two by one. The scimitar in his hand flew around, forcing Li Datou and Wang Laoer to retreat again and again.

Not long after, Wang Laoer was accidentally stabbed in the arm. He grimaced in pain, but the sword in his hand did not slow down at all.

He knew that in terms of strength, neither of them could match the Tartar, so he gave Li Datou a wink and then attacked fiercely.

His sword flew and only attacked the Tartar's upper body. The Tartar blocked left and right and neglected the lower part.

Suddenly, Li Datou rolled on the ground and hugged the Tartar's waist. His legs instantly moved behind the Tartar's legs and at the same time pressed the Tartar back with his shoulders.

The Tartar lost his balance and fell to the ground. Wang Laoer quickly rushed over and stabbed the Tartar in the heart.

The two men were breathing heavily with smiles on their faces. This was not the first time they had cooperated with each other. They always attacked by surprise.

Both of them were a little scared about the dangerous situation just now, but fortunately, they were safe. Li Datou breathed a sigh of relief and just stood up, but saw Wang Laoer's face changed drastically.

"Bighead! Watch out behind you!" Wang Laoer rushed over and knocked Li Datou to the ground.

With a whoosh, an arrow hit Wang Laoer's cheek.

A dozen steps away, a Tartar archer put down his bow, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he drew his sword and walked towards the two men.

The Tartars' bows were extremely heavy, and at such a close distance they managed to pierce Wang Laoer's cheek with one arrow. Dark red blood spurted out along Wang Laoer's cheek.

Li Datou cried out in shock, but with a powerful enemy at the doorstep, the two men ignored each other's injuries and immediately started fighting with the Tartar again.

This Tartar was extremely insidious. He ignored Li Datou and instead attacked Wang Laoer, who was the most seriously injured.

In a short moment, Wang Laoer was stabbed in the left leg and right abdomen, and his left arm and face were also penetrated by wounds. At this time, Wang Laoer looked like a bloody man.

The rapid blood loss made him unable to stand steadily. He knew in his heart that if he fell, Li Datou would certainly not be able to kill this Tartar.

Rather than both of them dying, it would be better...

Thinking of this, Wang Laoer no longer hesitated. He whimpered, opened his arms, and pounced on the Tartar with his last bit of strength.

The Tartar only had time to stab Wang Laoer's chest and abdomen with his sword, but Wang Laoer pounced on him and pinned him down. Li Datou's eyes immediately turned red.

He rushed over like a madman and killed the Tartar who had no time to get up, and then hugged Wang Laoer in his arms.

At this time, his eyes were full of tears. In just a quarter of an hour, Wang Laoer saved him twice.

"Big Head, I... I don't owe you anything anymore." Wang Laoer said with difficulty, blood gushing out of his mouth.

The penetrating wound on his cheek made his words sound particularly unclear, but Li Datou listened very carefully.

"When did you owe me anything? You can't die. We are going to be relatives, you said." Li Datou wiped his eyes, but because his hands were covered in blood, the more he wiped his eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Wang Laoer didn't answer, blood bubbles kept coming out of his mouth.

"Your Majesty gave me toilet paper, I will repay Your Majesty with my life, is it enough?"

Wang Laoer turned his head with great effort, wanting to take another look at the emperor, but his view was blocked by his comrades around him.

"It must be enough, it must be enough." Li Datou didn't know how to comfort his comrades, so he just kept repeating in a murmur.

Wang Lao Er felt his consciousness begin to blur. He used up his last bit of strength, stared at Wang Lao Er and said:

"Your Majesty...will see...my...performance."

"Your Majesty must have seen it, he was standing so high up."

Finally, a smile appeared on Wang Laoer's face, but it only lasted for a moment before disappearing as his eyes lost their luster.

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Sun Dasheng threw away the rolled sword in his hand, and was seen riding on the warhorse, holding the horse's back with his left hand. At the same time, his left foot left the stirrup, and his body suddenly leaned down to the right, and picked up a sword from beside a corpse.

The whole process was smooth and took only the blink of an eye.

At this time, Sun Dasheng no longer looked honest. He was covered in blood, and even his warhorse looked like it had taken a blood bath.

He could no longer remember how many Tartars he had killed, maybe eight, or nine, but there were many more around.

An hour ago, of the several hundred subordinates who followed him, less than half were still alive, as most of them chose to die together with the Tartars.

But he didn't need to boost morale, although he was not good at it.

His Majesty's words were still ringing in his ears, and with the deaths of so many of his comrades in arms, Sun Dasheng finally understood the true meaning of sharing a common hatred for a common enemy.

This was not only for His Majesty, but also for revenge for his dead comrades. After taking a breath, Sun Dasheng waved his hand again, and more than a hundred people regrouped and rushed towards the surrounding Tartars again.

Another quarter of an hour later, the heavy cavalry that the Tatars were proud of retreated collectively.

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