The momentum of the Tatars momentarily stunned everybody. The Tatars who were rushing down from the mountain whistled through the villages, the common people who ran out into the streets in panic were dragged by their long sabers. Borrowing the momentum of the horses, they effortlessly beheaded the people.
Even though it was a small force sneakily attacking from a small path in the mountains, the Tatars still maintained their habit of attacking their opponents on the grasslands. They were not in a hurry to invade the houses and plunder their belongings. Instead, they charged through, borrowing the momentum of their momentum to break the enemy's formation and dispel their courage to resist.
This small village had received intelligence that there were no soldiers stationed here. The purpose of the Tatars passing through the village was to prevent the villagers from escaping. When the warhorses reached the village entrance, they immediately turned back and began to loot and kill.
However, when the Tatars at the front of the charge reached the village entrance, they were stunned to find several hundred soldiers standing there, ready for battle, with bows drawn and arrows nocked, the arrows were as dense as a forest.
But they did not have time to analyze why a group of soldiers suddenly appeared in the village. Huo Siye's subordinates were the most ferocious among the Tatars. This group of a thousand soldiers sent to rob the grain was even more valiant and skillful in battle. They were slightly startled, but they brazenly howled and brandished their weapons as they charged forward.
The Tatars who saw the situation behind them all turned their horses and charged forward, drawing their bows and nocking their arrows. The Mongols were adept at riding and shooting; they were extremely adept at drawing their bows and nocking arrows on horseback. In just a short while, they were already in a state of attack.
Seeing this situation, Yang Ling knew he could not delay any longer. The village could not hide four hundred healthy horses. In order to conceal themselves, this group of soldiers was made up of infantry. A shower of arrows could only delay them for a moment. If the Tatars charged into the formation, he was afraid hundreds of soldiers would lose their lives here.
This place was so close to Datong, and in front of them was the Great Wall, so the Tatars had not appeared here. In addition, Bayan's main force had turned to attack Pingshun and Hukou. Yang Ling would never have imagined that a group of Tatars would suddenly appear on Fang Mountain. It was like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
If the Tatars wanted to bypass the Great Wall and attack the rear, they could only sneak through the steep mountains and steep ridges where the Great Wall had not yet been built. But those places were extremely difficult to traverse and did not allow a large army to pass. These thousand soldiers were the limit.
Thinking to this point, Yang Ling made up his mind. Immediately he shouted loudly, "Whether government officials or bandits, we are all Han people, catching bandits is our duty, killing bandits is our duty. We will settle our accounts later, today we are only going to kill the Tatars. Brothers, let's go!"
The bowstrings noisily noisily noisily noisily noisily sounded, as soon as Yang Ling gave the order, the four hundred archers immediately changed the direction of their arrows, a burst of eagle-feather arrows like a sudden rain shot toward the madly charging Tatars.
Several Mongolian horses with arrows stuck in their backs turned around and ran away, the dead bodies with their feet still hooked in the stirrups left a trail of blood on the snow and ice.
Yang Ling watched as more than a thousand cavalrymen swarmed over from the village, but his heart became extremely calm. Although he had never personally wielded a saber on the battlefield, he had seen many battles. Now that the hundreds of imperial bodyguards obeyed his orders, he had to protect his brothers' lives. This was his responsibility.
Yang Ling swept his gaze around and sternly shouted, "The village entrance is narrow, it is not suitable for the Tatars' cavalry to charge in. Imperial Guards, mount your horses and block the road. The rest of the troops and horses immediately retreat to Mount Baideng, rely on the mountain to defend!"
After a short moment of shock, the imperial bodyguards regained their courage. Hearing this order, they immediately pulled their saddles and mounted their horses, brandishing their long-handled podaos as they moved toward the road. Liu Dachui usually spoke with an official's accent, but this time he was agitated, his Shandong native Laiyang accent came out, "Qin 'er, damn his granny, how come there are so many ferocious Tatars sneaking out from the six gullies?"
While saying that, he picked up his iron stick and was about to mount his horse, but Wu Hanchao pulled him back and shouted, "What are you doing? Even if we kill a thousand Tatars, if something happens to Daren, you won't have a place to cry. Protect Daren and retreat to Mount Baideng! "
He himself was led away by someone once, and nearly caused Yang Ling's death; this time naturally he was closely guarding Yang Ling's side, not daring to leave even an inch. The people at the village entrance were thrown into chaos, the battle was unstoppable. The Tatars relied on their fast horses to charge forward, their strength was heavy and their momentum was unstoppable. The twenty imperial bodyguards guarding the village entrance relied on their superior martial art skill, plus the foreigners on the side were unceasingly shooting arrows to support them, so for the time being they were able to withstand the attack. However, Yang Hu and the others were still standing on the same spot with hesitant expression. Wu Hanchao was afraid they would suddenly attack and injure someone, therefore he kept his eyes fixed on them and did not dare to relax even a little bit.
Looking at the calm and collected Yang Ling, Red Madame threw away the wooden plank in her hand and walked several steps toward her horse. She leaped onto the horse, raised the steel saber in her hand and said in a crisp voice, "The one surnamed Yang, I hope you remember these words: regardless of official or thief, all are Han people. Today we will kill the Tatars first."
She cast a glance at Yang Hu. Yang Hu looked at the unceasingly surging murderous Tatars, and then he looked at Yang Ling who was very close at hand; he was still hesitating. Cui Ying 'er could not help but angrily shouted, "Master, let's settle our personal grudges later. The Tatars are all Han people's enemy, why are you still hesitating?"
She angrily glared at Yang Hu, and then she grabbed the horse's abdomen and rushed toward the village entrance. Huo Wu Shu was afraid his niece would meet with some mishap, seeing this he also floated up and landed on his horse's back like a big eagle. Shaking the reins, he pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle as he charged toward the Tatars.
Seeing this, Yang Hu stomped his foot and said, "Get on the horse, kill the Tatars!"
Hearing their leader's order, six, seven fierce bandits immediately mounted their horses and rushed toward the village entrance. Red Madame's equestrian skill was exquisite, she controlled the horse with her legs as if she was controlling her arm and finger, advancing and retreating with ease. Her equestrian skill was even more adept than the Mongolians who rode horses all year round. The steel saber in her hand flew up and down, in an instant, three or four Tatars were chopped down by her horse. Cui Ying 'er led the horse forward and entered the enemy's formation. She blocked the four unmanned warhorses and called out to the rear, "Two officers and men with good equestrian skill come here, seize the horses and kill the Tatars!"
Seeing a woman could be so brave, the officers and men's competitive spirit was immediately aroused. Immediately four officers and men hung their bows and unsheathed their sabers, and rushed to the saddle and mounted their horses. The Tatars spurred their horses to charge madly, the whistling sound turned into a loud roar. They heard the twang of the bowstrings, the whistling of the arrows was ear-piercing. The Tatars also opened their bows and released their arrows. The three-edged wolf fang arrows whistled through the air, easily piercing through the light armor and penetrating the human body.
It was unknown which archer with outstanding arm strength, presumably using a three-stone bow, unexpectedly an arrow pierced diagonally into the ribs of an Imperial Bodyguard who had just killed two Tatars. The arrow knocked the Imperial Bodyguard off his horse and flew for more than a zhang before he fell heavily to the ground.
Watching this, Yang Ling's eyes almost popped out of their sockets; he roared sternly, "Release the arrows, release the arrows, suppress them!"
Another volley of arrows poured down, both sides' men and horses fell down from their horses unceasingly. The fierce warriors who were vigorous and lively just a moment ago turned into a pile of mud under the hooves of the horses. Nobody knew when, but more than twenty foreigners armed with firearms used the houses on both sides as cover and started to fire at the Tatars.
'Bang, bang, bang!' A series of gunpowder sounds immediately pervaded the village entrance. The warhorses that had lost control of their masters were frightened by the ear-piercing whistling sound and fled in all directions. Most of the Tatars' bravery depended on their horses; with the warhorses in disorder, their formation was immediately disrupted, their morale also dropped.
Yang Ling nervously stared at the village entrance; he discovered that although the Imperial Bodyguards' martial art skill was high, when it came to killing people, they were far inferior to the bandits. They simply chopped, blocked, and smashed, accompanied by a loud roar, the weapons in their hands danced like a waterfall, 'keng keng' sound was heard. Within three strikes, one person from each side would fall off their horse.
But the martial art that the Imperial Bodyguards practiced was dodging, turning, and moving, there were real and fake techniques. If they were fighting one on one, among these horse bandits, other than Yang Hu, Red Madame, and Huo Wuye, there were very few who could last more than ten moves against them. But when it came to killing the enemy, their fighting style was even more ferocious and effective.
Looking at this, Yang Ling could not help but be moved. If our army could practice such simple and effective chopping and chopping skills, abandoning the unrealistic flowery style, it would not be difficult to train them, and the improvement of their fighting power would be quick and effective.
The two hundred foreign bandits at the back had already started to retreat toward Mount Baideng. Wu Hanchao said, "Daren, retreat to Mount Baideng quickly. If you don't leave, our brothers will not dare to retreat. There are already people rushing to the city to report. We will guard the mountain for half a day, the reinforcements will definitely arrive!"
If it was up to Wu Hanchao, he would have loved to let Yang Ling ride a fast horse and escape back to the city alone. But if the commander-in-chief ran away before the battle, he would not need to lead troops anymore; Yang Ling would definitely not agree. Moreover, this Ming army's cavalry was small, if the Tatars were astute, they would be able to see that he was a big shot and quickly chase after him, it would be safer to go up the mountain and wait for reinforcements.
Yang Ling nodded his head. After mounting his horse, he ordered a baihu, "The infantry retreat in order, quickly retreat to Mount Baideng. The horsemen guard the rear, we must guard the village entrance!"
He had just finished speaking, like a flash of lightning, a five chi long javelin whizzed toward him. Wu Hanchao called out, "Be careful, Daren!" The sword in his hand parried with all his might. 'Crack!' the tip of the sword and the javelin clashed, creating a series of sparks. The javelin changed its direction, 'Pu!' it pierced into the ice and snow in front of Yang Ling's horse, more than a chi into the ground. The end of the javelin buzzed and trembled; this force was really frightening.
Although the sword in Wu Hanchao's hand was skillfully deflecting the force, it was still broken by this enormous force, the web between his thumb and forefinger also went numb. Seeing this power, Yang Ling and Wu Hanchao broke out in cold sweat. By this time the second javelin whizzed toward them. Liu Da Bang Chui laughed aloud; he snatched the steel rod in his hand, 'Keng!' he smashed the wooden javelin into two.
In the distance, several Tatars were guarding a burly man wearing animal skin draped diagonally in his hand. They were separated by several dozen meters, plus there was still a faint smoke in the air, so they could not see the man's appearance clearly. However, Yang Ling could feel that the man was not throwing the javelins randomly, he had recognized that he was the Ming army's leader.
"Daren," Wu Hanchao anxiously said, "Let's go to Mount Baidan." He and Liu Da Bang Chui guarded Yang Ling, turned their horses around and galloped toward Mount Baidan. In the distance, the Tatars leader gave some orders to his subordinates, while the Tatars by his side shouted their orders in Mongolian.
Two groups of cavalry quickly regrouped, and then circled around the village. Some other Tatars began to dismantle the villagers' doors, broke into the houses and snatched the short tables, which they used as simple and crude shields, in order to force their way to the village entrance.
These four hundred officers and men were equipped with podaos with short handles, each of them was a first-rate swordsman, but if they were used to deal with the warriors on horseback who were charging madly, they would lose without a doubt. If they could reach Mount Baidan a moment earlier, they would have a higher chance of survival. Therefore, despite the two li of potholes on the snowy road, by the time they reached the foot of Mount Baidan, they were like an arrow at the end of its flight, each and every one of them was panting like an ox.
The baihu zhang stood on a huge rock, although his own heart was beating like a drum, he still forced himself to shout, "Go up the mountain immediately, guard all the intersections, the reinforcements will be here soon. Quick, quick, quickly go up the mountain!"
Yang Ling rode halfway up the mountain, he turned his head back and saw on the pure white snowy plain, three groups of cavalry were galloping madly from behind. On the two sides were the Tatars who had circled around the village in pursuit. The two li road became three li, the distance was a little longer. In front of the middle group were the Imperial Bodyguards and Yang Hu's group of men who had abandoned their post, while behind them was the main force of the Tatars who were hot on their heels.
Yang Hu was filled with anger and bitterness as he fled. Damn it, if he had known earlier, he would not have come. Perhaps he could have borrowed the Tatars' hands to get rid of this thorn in his side.
Now, although the brothers under his command sometimes went down the mountain to plunder the common people and were mortal enemies with the officers and soldiers, they hated and hated the Tatars even more. They even had an instinctive sense of racial rejection. Running away as soon as they saw the Tatars, was that something that Brother Hu Zi, who was the leader of the Green Forest in the north, would do? Besides, his own wife had already rushed up, the Cui family's old stockade people would definitely not leave, he could not leave even if he wanted to.
In order to quickly plunder, the Tatars rushed back to transport the rations and fodder before the officers and soldiers heard the news and rushed over. The one thousand soldiers they sent were all riding fine horses, unexpectedly they chased after Yang Hu and the others.
Of the twenty Imperial Bodyguards, only twelve or thirteen were left, two of the Bazhou horse bandits were dead. The Tatars caught up and attacked from the left and right. Yang Hu, Red Madame and the others brandished their blood-stained steel sabers, slashing left and right, fighting as they fled.
Red Madame was enraged, the saber in her hand transformed into streaks of cold light. She urged her horse, the saber whistled and rolled in all directions, creating a bloody path. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the Tatars howling and pouncing on her left and right. Now that they had left the Ming army and fled, they would only fall into a tight encirclement and die of exhaustion. In desperation, they had no other choice but to gallop up Mount Baishan.
The more the Tartars chased, the closer they got. One of the Tartars rushed ahead of them. He suddenly pulled the reins and twisted his body. "Weng ~ ~" a cold glint flitted across the sky. As fast as lightning, a long saber hacked down from the sky, swiftly and fiercely chopped toward Red Lady's head.
Cui Ying 'er was greatly alarmed, her horse was moving very fast, it was already too late for her to stop. Moreover, the sound of hoof beats behind her was like thunder, there were a lot of pursuers. She pulled the reins and urged her horse to slide sideways two steps. At this moment, the saber in her hand was also lifted in reverse and dragged across the air. The sharp edge of the saber cut the leather jacket in front of the Tatars' chest and abdomen.
The two horses passed each other in a flash. Cui Ying 'er and her horse became one, the flat of the saber heavily slapped the horse's buttocks. That man swayed on the horse and fell head first to the ground. His head was immediately stomped heavily into the snow by a warhorse's big hooves, but he had no reaction at all.
Red Madame turned her horse to the side to evade. She only delayed for a split second, the two horses behind her had already caught up, the cold and swift saber also followed like a shadow chopping down. These more than twenty strong horses galloped all the way up Mount Baishan, they were separated by a distance of two horses. Even Yang Hu and Huo Wushu, who were the closest, were not able to help in time.
Huo Laowu shouted, "Ying 'er, be careful, behind you!"
Cui Ying 'er suddenly stepped on the ground to hide, the two sabers chopped empty air, the three horses were already side by side. Her body very nimbly swept past the galloping horse's belly and emerged from the other side, sticking close to the horse's body like a swimming fish and flipped onto the horse's back. At the same time, half of her body slanted out of the horse's back and stabbed the saber into the Tatars' ribs.
They reached Mount Baishan, Yang Ling saw the opportunity and shouted, "Release the arrows!"
A row of rapid arrows avoided the Imperial Bodyguards and Yang Hu's group at the front and shot down a group of Tatars behind them. Yang Hu and the others took the opportunity to speed up the mountain. The few Tatars following behind did not dare to follow them up the mountain alone, they immediately slowed down their horses and watched them go up the mountain.
Yang Hu and the others rushed up the mountain, panting heavily as they pressed down on their horses. When they looked up and saw Yang Ling, the expressions on both sides were somewhat strange. Just a moment ago they were still mortal enemies, but now they had to work together against a common enemy. However, the ones fighting shoulder to shoulder were enemies and not friends. That kind of feeling was really hard to describe.
Yang Hu and Yang Ling looked at each other, their feelings were very complicated. Yang Hu did not say anything and silently led his people to stand behind the mountain pass where the archers were nervously standing. He sat on his horse and closed his eyes. After a long time, he slowly let out a sigh.
Red Lady looked at Yang Hu and then looked at Yang Ling, the corners of her lips could not help but raise a trace of a bitter smile.
Yang Ling nervously watched the foot of the mountain. The people and horses at the foot of the mountain were moving, and in the middle, like stars surrounding the moon, was a big man wearing an animal skin draped diagonally. Although they were crossing the mountains to disguise themselves as bandits, there was actually someone behind them who was waving a flag.
Regarding the strength of the various Tatar tribes and the relationship between each other, Yang Ling already had some understanding through the intelligence sent by Han Lin. Although there were no words on this flag and it was only a totem, he could more or less make out some things. Boyan Khan was a direct descendant of Genghis Khan's Golden Clan. The flag he waved had a wolf as a totem, and this flag was a fiery-red eagle. Based on his understanding, this should be the troops of the Fire Sieve Alliance.
Yang Ling's expression could not help but change slightly. This was the most elite troop of Tatar, not a small tribe that took advantage of the burning house and snuck into the border to plunder. If they immediately returned after plundering the goods, then it would be fine. But if this leading general was not stupid and immediately ordered to attack the mountain, how long could his own soldiers, who only brought a quiver of arrows, resist?
He turned his head to look into the distance. The white snow was boundless, and there was still no trace of the reinforcements. Yang Ling's heart sank and his expression became serious. The general at the foot of the mountain was the Fire Sieve Alliance's subordinate, Soladi. One of his soldiers presented a crossbow taken from the dead Ming soldiers and a short musket that was not very useful on the battlefield. Soladi looked at the crossbow that was much better made compared to the crossbows used by the border soldiers. He then picked up the rarely seen musket and looked at it. A trace of a proud smile appeared on his lips.
He laughed to the sky and said, "God bless Tumertemeng. This Ming army is definitely not an ordinary border army. Their leader must be an important figure. Boyan Khan is now very dissatisfied with the Guolejin Banner. All the tribes are doubting the courage of our banner master. If we can kill the important figure of the Ming army, the Fire Sieve's reputation will once again resound in the desert plains."
Soladi raised his saber and shouted, "Warriors, the important leader of the Ming army is on the mountain. Killing him will be even more glorious than capturing thousands of cattle and sheep. Their reinforcements will arrive soon. For the honor and survival of the tribe, we must charge up and kill them!"
Their shouts were like thunder. The Tatars started to clamor. Under Soladi's orders, the large group of men and horses desperately rushed up the mountain. Arrows fell like rain. The Tatars also continuously shot back. For a moment, the sky was filled with arrows. People continuously cried out in pain and fell to the ground. The two baihu nervously urged the soldiers to suppress the Tatars' attack.
But only the concentrated rain of arrows could stop their attack. But the arrows in the quiver were used up one after another. At the same time that bodies were being thrown down the mountain, the Ming army's arrows were also used up. The two baihu made a prompt decision and immediately said to Yang Ling, "Daren, I will lead the soldiers to stop them. You quickly go down the mountain from the other side. I believe the reinforcements will be here soon."
After saying that, the two baihu unsheathed their sabers and shouted, "Brothers, charge down! The mountain slope is not suitable for horse fighting. Don't let them attack up the mountain!" As they said that, they took the lead and ran up the mountain slope.
In the sky, a vulture circled in the air and let out a shrill cry. The close combat had begun …
The Tatars' target was Yang Ling. According to Soladi's judgment, this young general who was protected by hundreds of soldiers equipped with exquisite weapons must be an important figure in the Ming army. He might even be the Ming Emperor that the Banner Commander had talked about. If it was really him, then even if his entire army died here, as long as he could drag him to the grave with them, so what?
The hot-blooded Soladi organized a hundred-man suicide squad. Disregarding the casualties, they charged through the Ming army's obstruction and headed straight for Yang Ling. The imperial bodyguards also unsheathed their sabers and charged forward. As the flames of battle expanded, Yang Hu and the others had no choice but to brace themselves and fight.
Wu Hanchao's usual treasured sword was broken. He picked up a podao to protect Yang Ling as he retreated while fighting. The top of the mountain was uneven, the yellow soil on the hills was seeping with rocks, the erosion had created quite a number of shallow valleys and pits. It was simply impossible for horses to travel, they could only retreat step by step.
More and more Tatars suicide squad members noticed Yang Ling's special identity and swarmed toward him. The Tatars had more than a thousand men. More than two hundred died when they attacked the mountain. Now there were only eight hundred elite soldiers left. Altogether, there were only four hundred men on the mountain. Even though they had the geographical advantage, more than a hundred men were still killed or injured by the enemy's rain of arrows. Even though everyone was fighting with their lives on the line, they could not stop the Tatars from approaching Yang Ling.
Wu Hanchao and Liu Dachui were also engaged in a fierce battle with the Tatars. Wu Hanchao was so anxious that his forehead was dripping with sweat. He used his saber to block several Tatars' weapons. Turning his head around, he roared, "Daren, quickly retreat, leave immediately! Your subordinate can't take care of you all!" While saying that, he pounced forward. With one arm he exerted strength, with the other hand holding the saber, he stared with bloodshot eyes, trying to grab Yang Ling and break out of the tight encirclement.
He had only taken several steps when several Tatars warriors who were not afraid of death pounced to block his way. Wu Hanchao's one-arm heavy podao was greatly weakened, he had no choice but to let go of Yang Ling. With a loud roar he split the several Tatars apart.
Yang Hu saw the battle was not going well; while fighting the Tatars, he leaned close to Cui Ying 'er and said in a low voice, "The situation is not good, the Tatars are targeting the one surnamed Yang. We must go, quickly, if we are too late, whether the officers and soldiers gain the upper hand or the Tatars win, we won't have a good result to eat!"
"Humph," Cui Ying 'er snorted coldly, "Where are we going? We can't ride horses on the mountaintop, we'd better retreat while we fight. With Yang Ling here, the Datong garrison will definitely rush here desperately. "
With a forward chop of her saber she parried the Tatars' Propping Heaven Trident, and taking advantage of the momentum, she chopped his arm with a backhand chop, and then kicked him away. Turning her head to look at Yang Hu, she anxiously said, "Yang Ling is the Imperial Envoy, he represents the Emperor, he represents the imperial court. Today in front of several hundred officers and soldiers he said with his own mouth that he will only kill foreign invaders, regardless of officials or thieves, he will not break his promise. Even if the officers and soldiers come, what are you afraid of? "
Yang Hu was furious, but this was not the right time to quarrel with his wife; he had no choice but to vent his anger on the Tatars. His saber technique became more and more swift and fierce, with a deep shout he cut off heads and severed limbs, like a hot knife cutting through butter.
Seeing her husband was so awe-inspiring, Cui Ying 'er could not refrain from smiling happily. Hastily she turned her head around and saw that more than a dozen Tatars were surrounding Yang Ling. Wu Hanchao and Liu Dadang Chui were like mad tigers, they were struggling left and right, desperately trying to resist. The Imperial Bodyguards around them wanted to come closer, but they were fighting the Tatars on their own. They were afraid that as soon as they turned around, the sharp sabers would land on their necks; they were anxious but they would not be able to help.
Hastily she let out a loud shout and launched her leaping technique. In several leaps and bounds she was already by Yang Ling's side. She grabbed his arm and coldly reprimanded, "A big man is too useless, come with me!"
Firmly holding onto Yang Ling, she turned around and ran away. The top of the mountain was uneven, with piles of white snow everywhere. In this kind of terrain, it was basically impossible for her to jump with Yang Ling on her shoulder; she could only drag him along as she ran wildly.
Cui Ying 'er brandished her saber to block several Tatars, pulling him along she quickened her pace. After a few steps, she suddenly felt the snow under her feet had disappeared. Her heart cried out in alarm. She wanted to twist her body and use the strength of her waist to slow her fall, but Yang Ling, who was pulling her right hand, could not stop his footsteps and bumped into her body, causing her to stumble and her whole body to fall into a pile of snow. Yang Ling, whose right hand was holding tightly, did not have enough time to let go and he also fell down with her.
This place was actually a deep pit, snow drifted everywhere. Because of the stickiness, even though the bottom was empty, the snow on the top was able to slowly seal the hole, so that nothing unusual could be seen. In the plain area, when it was snowing heavily, the wells in the ground would have this kind of situation. The local people called it 'ghost sealing well'. When passersby who did not know the situation took a shortcut to pass by, there were people who really stepped into the well and drowned.
Red Madame was able to stop her body, but after being hit by Yang Ling, she fell down more than two zhang. She could no longer hold onto Yang Ling, she hastily threw away her saber and grabbed in all directions. The rock wall that she was holding onto had been eroded by the rainwater, so her body only paused for a moment before she continued to fall.
Falling and stopping like this, she estimated that she had fallen about six to seven zhang deep before she finally managed to hold onto a protruding rock. Just as Red Madame heaved a sigh of relief, Yang Ling's body also fell down. As soon as he touched her body, Yang Ling instinctively reached out to hug her without thinking. He slid past Red Madame's body and hugged her thighs with both hands.
Red Madame's body fell and almost slipped out of her hands. Fortunately, she had great strength and quickly grabbed onto the rock. In the darkness, she was startled to find that Yang Ling was firmly holding onto her thighs and his head was pressed against her buttocks. She could not help but angrily and shyly shouted, "Bastard, let go of me!"
Yang Ling was so frightened that his heart was beating wildly. He felt Cui Ying 'er moving her body and hurriedly shouted, "I can't let go, I can't let go, if I let go, I'll fall to my death!"
Although the scene was extremely embarrassing, Cui Ying 'er also felt it was very funny. She snappily said, "I don't care if you die or not. If you don't let go, I'll kick you down. What … what kind of appearance is this? "
Although she was wearing a thick cotton gown, she was keenly aware that the chest behind her thighs was beating like a drum. It seemed like the sudden fall really scared this daren a lot, but he did not mean to molest her. Thinking of this, her heart softened. She softened her tone and said, "You grab the cliff wall, don't grab me!"
Yang Ling was really afraid that he would annoy her. He calmed himself down and grabbed Red Madame's slender and firm thighs with one hand, while his other hand looked all around. There was nothing to his left, right, and back. There was not even a glimmer of light at the entrance of the cave. He didn't know how wide this pit was. Red Madame was grabbing onto the protruding rock, so the opposite rock wall was also somewhat sunken. She tried to grab it, but she only grabbed a handful of sand, which fell noisily down the hole. Yang Ling was so scared that he hastily withdrew his hand.
After being busy for a while, he felt that his arm strength was not enough and he almost couldn't grab Red Madame. He hastily withdrew his hand and dryly said, "There is nothing around to grab, don't move, I'll climb up and grab the rock."
Red Madame was startled. She only felt that Yang Ling was tightly wrapping around her body that was suspended in the air. His hands crossed and moved to his crotch. His body jumped up, his two thighs immediately clamped her calves, followed by his hands alternating to hug her chest. Red Madame was shocked and shouted, "What are you doing?"
By this time, Yang Ling's hands had already reached between her chest and abdomen, and then slid down to hug her slender waist. In all her life, other than her husband, Red Madame had never been so close to anyone. She blushed and angrily said, "Scoundrel, quickly stop!"
Yang Ling hastily stopped his movements. After pausing for a moment, he embarrassedly said, "This is an urgent matter, I … I can't always hug you like this."
Cui Ying 'er embarrassedly said, "Follow your fart! You're really a good-for-nothing, Ming Destiny has produced an incompetent general like you! "
Yang Ling was really afraid that he would annoy her and be kicked down the deep valley by her, so he had no choice but to dryly say, "Then … then it's fine if I don't move, right?"
Both of them were wearing thick clothes, so there wasn't much feeling on their skin, but hugging so tightly made Red Madame very annoyed. Moreover, her hands were climbing the rock and Yang Ling was hugging her waist. Even if she really had the ability to reach the heavens, it would not be easy to kick him down. But it was really inappropriate to let him hug her like this. Red Madame helplessly said, "Don't move, I'll lift you up."
She took a breath and moved her hands, firmly clasping the rock. Then she freed one arm and grabbed Yang Ling's clothes, saying, "Let go, I'll lift you up. You can touch this side and you'll be able to grab the rock."
Let go and let her grab him with one arm? Yang Ling's heart jumped again, but he couldn't act shamelessly and not let go of her. In desperation, Yang Ling grabbed her clothes with both hands and held it tightly in his hands. Only then did he loosen his legs.
Red Madame held her breath and lifted his body up with one arm. Just as she moved up half a foot, she realized that his hands were tightly grabbing her clothes. She couldn't help but turn her head and said, "I won't throw you down, why aren't you letting go …"
At this time, she had already lifted Yang Ling to the same level as her. Yang Ling was also afraid that his heavy breath would blow on her face, so he also held his breath. In the darkness, one couldn't see anything, so Cui Ying 'er also didn't notice. When she turned her head, her cherry lips just happened to slip past Yang Ling's right cheek and lightly touched his upper lip.
Yang Ling only felt a touch of softness and warmth coming into contact with his own lips. He was stunned for a moment and then realized that it was her cherry lips that slipped past him unintentionally. This was no small matter. He held his breath for a long time and couldn't hold it anymore. His heavy breath couldn't help but blow on Red Madame's cheek and neck.
The sound of fighting outside had already weakened, or maybe … it was just an illusion.
The cave was terrifyingly quiet. In the darkness, Yang Ling also couldn't see what kind of expression Red Madame had. He was afraid that Cui Ying 'er would become angry out of humiliation and kill him to keep his mouth shut, so both of his hands held even tighter. After a long time, he heard Cui Ying' er who had already turned her head away said calmly, "Let go, now your hands climb up and you'll be able to touch a rock."
Her voice had been very calm all along, until the last two words, there was a faint trace of trembling in her voice.
Yang Ling did not dare to say anything else, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding not to mention anything about the accidental touch just now. Putting on a brave face, he let go of his hands and slowly moved upward. First he touched the back of a soft and smooth hand. Yang Ling hastily moved to the side and tried to grab the rock firmly. He heaved a sigh of relief and said, "It's done, but … my arm strength is limited, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for too long. Outside … I don't know the outcome of the battle."
Cui Ying 'er said in a soft voice, "When you don't have the strength, I'll give you a hand. As for the outcome of the battle outside … we can only leave it to fate."
"Ay!" Yang Ling sighed. He raised his head with concern and said, "If the reinforcements still don't arrive, my men will be completely wiped out. The Tatars only need to add two more rocks, the two of us will lose our lives …"
Speaking to this point, suddenly there seemed to be a foreign object falling from the corner of his eyes. Immediately the root of his nose turned sour and tears immediately flowed down. Unexpectedly, a rock that was neither light nor heavy hit the bridge of his nose.
Yang Ling was caught off guard, he subconsciously used one hand to wipe his face. The other hand's buckle was wet and slippery, his knuckles were frozen stiff. His whole body suddenly fell down.
"My god!" Before Yang Ling could curse, he saw the entrance of the cave darkened. A Lai Yang accent was crying and howling from above, "Marshal, how the hell did you fall to your death?"
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