"Woo!" The bowstrings were noisily pulled. The sharp arrows left the bowstrings with a numbing hum. More than a hundred cold stars shot forward. By this time, it was impossible to see which soldier's performance. They only saw the Ming army, which was like a flood bursting through a dam, stop for a moment, and then fall in front of them. But this was the last batch of arrows the Tatars could shoot.
The Ming army was pushed by a great will to live. No one beat the war drums and no one gave the order to charge. So the people at the front could not stop. The crowd paused for a moment and then, pushed by the people at the back, charged forward without looking back. Wave after wave, like a wave swallowing the wave in front and smashing forward.
The Tatars blocking the mouth of the valley were like a rock in the midst of a huge wave. They used their sharp blades to cut at the human body. The crashing wave created spray, but the spray was bright red.
On the hillside, the Tatars archers could no longer suppress the enemy because both sides were squeezed together and fighting to the death at the mouth of the valley. They could only throw down their bows and arrows, pick up their swords and spears, and charge down from the hillside cover. They tore at the Ming army from both sides.
Immediately, the soldiers who could only be beaten at the back started to charge out of the cover under the leadership of some of the generals. They charged up the hillside and killed their way to the back. The opening of a gap was like many dominoes toppling over. The perfect encirclement lost its effect and the Tatars charged down.
At the same time, hand-to-hand combat began on the two semicircles of the Gourd Valley. On the two narrow valley paths, people squeezed and squeezed. Everyone wanted to run as fast as they could to the mouth of the valley, but their feet barely touched the ground as they were carried forward slowly and violently by the flow of people.
The smell of blood spread through the icy air. The snow was still flying. The teeth-aching sound of metal scraping against each other and the heart-shaking sound of metal entering flesh alternated. Blood and flesh painted a sorrowful picture in the flying snow.
The people at the back piled up, but there were less than a hundred soldiers who could fight at the front. As soon as there were casualties on both sides, fresh troops immediately pounced on them. The place where the two armies were at a stalemate was gradually piled up with corpses and blood to form a dividing line.
Amidst the corpses on the ground, there were soldiers who were hugging each other and rolling on the ground. The people who continued to rush up did not have the time to distinguish between friend and foe, nor did they have the time to help them. Stepping on their bodies and blood, new opponents had already rushed up.
The magnificent battle of ten thousand people began. This was a true chaotic battle. The soldiers couldn't see the general, and the general couldn't see the soldiers. Everyone gripped their weapons tightly and looked for a pair of eyes that were filled with hatred. Then, with a loud roar, they pounced forward.
There were sabers, spears, swords, and halberds all around him. From time to time, there were even cold arrows flying. At this time, human lives were absolutely equal. A general commanding thousands of troops could also be stabbed to death by a lowly soldier. There was no need to use any martial arts skills. There wasn't even room to dodge or maneuver. All he could do was chop, chop, kill, kill, kill! The valley was like boiling, blood-red water, and the only outlet was the entrance of the valley where Yang Ling and the others were.
Lin Dada's subordinates were fierce generals who killed without blinking an eye. However, the power of the "flood" was too great. Their lives were also being harvested by the other party. It was only a matter of time before the entrance of the valley was opened.
The shield-bearers protecting Imperial Messenger Ye and Eunuch Liu held a round shield in one hand and a dagger in the other. They dutifully surrounded them and moved towards the entrance of the valley. However, the crowd was too crowded. Imperial Messenger Ye only staggered and fell to the ground. Immediately, countless feet stepped on him. Some were from the Tartars, and some were from the lowly soldiers in his eyes.
No one had the time to see if the meat under their feet belonged to a lowly soldier or a noble lord. The sabers and spears that took away lives were flying in front of them. They only had one instinct left, the instinct to wield their weapons in order to survive.
Two of the shield-bearers who tried to pull him up could only bend over, and were crushed by the irresistible tide of people. Countless pairs of feet continued to trample on him, which made the other soldiers harden their hearts and not look at him again. The whole crowd, whether it was friend or foe, was completely carried by a tremendous force towards the mouth of the valley.
Yang Ling was dumbfounded. No matter how brave an individual was, it would be useless in such a chaotic situation. Furthermore, his physical strength was not even comparable to a soldier's. His instinctive reaction was to escape to wherever there were fewer people. Amidst the flashes of swords and the sounds of fighting, the only responsibility he could remember was to hold Ma Lian 'er's hand tightly. She followed him here, so he couldn't escape alone.
Everyone was thinking of rushing out of the valley. Rushing out of the valley was the way out. But Yang Ling knew that in this chaotic situation, he didn't have the ability to escape to the entrance of the valley. Even if he wasn't killed by the Tartars, his thin body would be crushed to the ground by his own people and become a pile of minced meat that would be trampled on.
Yang Ling pulled the dazed Ma Lian 'er and gradually broke away from this torrent and ran up the slope. As the Ming army counterattacked and the killing range expanded, they could only escape to higher ground.
The Tartars noticed the two people standing on the slope. Immediately, someone raised a saber and rushed over. It was a completely instinctive reaction, a reaction to destroy all enemy life.
Seeing different clothing and dressing, their instinctive reaction was to slaughter. Right now, the people on both sides had become the most bloodthirsty and crazed creatures. Those pairs of blood-red eyes had lost all rationality. They only instinctively searched for life and then destroyed it.
Yang Ling groaned inwardly. Right now, he only had one instinct left, and that was to escape for his life. The stream of people in the valley was like a surging river, rolling over and crashing into each other. If he threw himself in, he would immediately be smashed into pieces. Therefore, he could only escape to higher ground.
Under the pursuit of a few Tartars who were howling like wild beasts, the two used all their strength to escape to the top of the mountain. At first, it was Yang Ling who dragged the panic-stricken Ma Lian 'er to escape. When they were still more than twenty zhang from the top of the mountain, the exhausted Yang Ling started to be pulled up by Ma Lian' er.
This body really lacked training. Yang Ling felt his heart was beating like a galloping horse, his ears were ringing, the muscles in his thighs were throbbing. That kind of suffocating pain almost made him give up running for his life, and would rather be beheaded by the Tartars.
But Ma Lian 'er obviously did not think so. Although her throat was also emitting panting sounds that did not match her fairy-like appearance, she had already woken up from the shock of the meat grinder-like massacre. She started to use all her strength to pull Yang Ling to escape.
If someone was sitting in another space and watching them, they would definitely think that they were watching a movie in slow motion. The snow was dancing, the man and woman in front of them were slowly moving forward. Behind them, there were several ferocious looking men with sabers in their hands. They could obviously catch up with them in a few steps, but they were also taking the same slow steps. Their eyes were glaring at them as they chased relentlessly.
The two finally reached the top of the mountain. As soon as she saw the situation in front of her, Ma Lian 'er could not help but suck in a cold breath. Her last hope of escaping was shattered. The mountain ridge was narrow, and on the other side of the mountain was a steep slope of nearly seventy degrees. There was simply no way to escape. In despair she let go of Yang Ling's hand. She turned her head to look at the relentlessly pursuing Tatars. She suddenly reached into her bosom and pulled out the golden hairpin she kept in her bosom before riding out of the city. She pressed it against her own throat.
Yang Ling was panting like an ox as he pointed at her. He was already panting so much that he could not even ask a single word. Ma Lian 'er's soft breasts rose and fell rapidly as she looked at him. Her bright eyes were extremely complicated. She turned her gaze and saw the Tatars were about to climb to the top of the mountain with evil grins on their faces. She could not help but gave a mournful smile. She turned her head back and cast a deep glance at Yang Ling. Then she closed her eyes, and clutching the hairpin tightly, she fiercely stabbed it down toward her throat.
All the muscles in Yang Ling's body were trembling because he used too much strength. He was so tired that he did not want to move, but seeing Ma Lian 'er's action, he still used all his strength to pounce forward. Raising his palm,' Pa! 'he struck Ma Lian' er's arm crooked. His five fingers scraped across Ma Lian 'er's cheek.
The hairpin's tip cut a bloody line on Ma Lian 'er's throat. The golden hairpin flew out of her hand, and on her pretty face there was a clear five-fingered imprint. She stood there in a daze, looking at Yang Ling in astonishment. Yang Ling knew that she was afraid she would be defiled by the Tatars and that was why she wanted to commit suicide. But this time he did not have the strength nor the time to explain. He staggered to the front of the steep slope. Although there was no road in front of him, if he wanted to escape, this seemed to be the only way.
Would he turn around and fight with those valiant Mongolian warriors with his bare hands? He did not need to think to know that wherever the saber flashed, his head would immediately be separated from his body. He sized up this almost perfectly straight, dazzling hillside. While nervously calculating the possibility of survival, he beckoned to Ma Lian 'er and said with a hoarse voice, "Pass … (cough, cough) … come here!"
Two of the pursuing Tatars had already climbed up the ridge. Earlier they had been fighting and killing in the valley for half a day, they had exhausted a lot of their strength. Now that they had chased all the way up the hill, they were also panting heavily. Looking at the situation at the top of the hill, they knew that the two people in front of them had no way to escape. The two Tatars were relieved. They leaned on their sabers and panted heavily. Right now they needed to regain the strength to raise their sabers and chop people.
Two pairs of ferocious eyes looked at the man and woman in front of them. Slowly, the cruel and severe look in the two Tatars' eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a kind of lascivious look. Those two pairs of lascivious eyes were like knives' peeling 'Ma Lian' er's clothes. Their lost strength, because of their male instinct, started to recover very quickly.
Ma Lian 'er's father was responsible for gathering intelligence for the Imperial Bodyguard beyond the Great Wall. His public identity was a fur trader, and he often had dealings with various Tatars tribes. Since she was little, Ma Lian 'er had heard that in order to occupy the grassland with lush water and lush vegetation, various tribes would constantly fight for survival against each other. She had heard of the conqueror's wives and daughters being reduced to female slaves, suffering all kinds of humiliations. When women fell into the hands of these barbarians, their value was lower than that of livestock, their fate was worse than falling into hell.
Ma Lian 'er saw the two Tatars, whose bodies were almost the same size horizontally and vertically, looked like wild men, with blazing lust in their eyes. She could not help but shiver, her whole body was chilled to the bone. Her only choice was to run toward Yang Ling. She only thought in her heart, "Forget it, if I can't leave my body intact, I'll jump down the hill together and become a wild beast's belly wrap. No matter what, it's better than being trampled to death."
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