Two Hundred and Seventieth Chapters Narrow Escape

The entire battlefield is now in chaos, the left wing is still stalemate, while the right wing has a slight upper hand.

"Report, the Marquis of Wu'an was hit by an arrow!"

Zheng Heng came back with an arrow wound in embarrassment. After seeing Zhu Di, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not in the way."

Zhu Di nodded, and then temporarily shifted his sight from the main battlefield to the left corner.

"Go to Nima!"

As soon as Fang Xing dodged a knife, a tall enemy rushed towards him. He stood upright on the horseback suddenly, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed down vigorously.

"clang!"

Fang Xing didn't even look at the result, and immediately rushed into the encirclement.

The enemy behind him threw away the saber that was broken in two, and fell off the horse with gloomy eyes, a crack gradually opened from his forehead to his chin.

"Mr. Fang!"

When the surrounded sergeants saw Fang Xing, they shouted excitedly and surrounded him spontaneously.

Although there were heavy casualties, the Kewara people knew the importance of Zhu Zhanji, and under the shouts of thousands of households, they continued to attack without fear of death.

Fang Xing looked at the enemy army rushing forward while taking advantage of the gap between the attack of the earthen jar, and looked around and shouted: "Brothers, follow me, I will take you out!"

"Get out!"

Fang Wu led the cavalry to the rear, and Fang Xing led the charge forward.

"Woo!"

When the earthen jar came over the enemy's head again,

The enemy troops who had tasted the power all dispersed one after another.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Fang Wu led his men to kill more than a dozen of the chasing cavalry, and when he saw that the pursuers were drowned in the gunpowder smoke, he turned his head happily, but saw Fang Xing surrounded by three enemy cavalry.

"Master!"

"Brother Dehua!"

Zhu Zhanji saw that Fang Xing dodged a knife, but then he was swept past his waist by a side knife, and the part of the half body armor that was not protected suddenly changed color. Immediately, I felt a surge of heat in my chest.

"Your Highness!"

Yang Rong, who was driven back by Zhu Di, watched Fang Xing worriedly, but Zhu Zhanji rushed forward inadvertently.

"What are you waiting for?"

Yang Rong shouted to Chongqi, if something happened to the grandson of the emperor today, everyone would not be able to escape.

The heavy cavalry deputy Qianhu was startled, and hurriedly chased after him with his subordinates.

His task is very simple, that is to protect Zhu Zhanji, so when Fang Xing's troops were in crisis, he did not take the initiative to reach out.

But if something happens to Zhu Zhanji, these hundreds of people will not survive.

Thinking of this, Deputy Qianhu was very anxious, and at the same time hoped that Fang Xing could temporarily protect Zhu Zhanji.

"kill!"

Fang Xing struggled to get stabbed, and the Tang knife in his hand sliced ​​off the enemy's head.

The remaining two enemies rushed over with grinning grins, ready to kill this guy who looked like a general of the Ming army.

Fang Xing didn't even have time to draw his gun, so he was faced with siege from two sides.

"Clang! Clang!"

"hiss!"

After blocking the two cuts, Fang Xing felt twitching pain in the side of his waist, and it felt a little moist.

The enemy's ferocious face was full of joy, as the blade flashed, Fang Xing was already in crisis...

This is the biggest crisis that Fang Xing has encountered in his past and present lives!

In an instant, Fang Xing yelled in despair, "Let's die together!"

Accompanied by a sharp shout, Fang Xing did not avoid the saber that was slashing at his neck at all, and slashed directly at his opponent's neck.

Let's see who is faster!

Fang Xing's face also showed ferocity. At this moment, his mind was only thinking of killing this enemy. As for the other guy who was wielding a saber, he simply couldn't care about it.

Seventh!

Fang Xing just screamed in his heart.

"Master!"

He could almost feel the cold light of the blade on his neck, but behind him came the sound of falling to the ground, followed by the shout of Old Seventh Xin.

"laugh!"

Fang Xing closed his eyes, feeling that Tang Dao met some resistance, and then cut something.

Ding!

Huh! I am not dead?

Fang Xing only felt that the junction of the visor and the bust was lightly cut by the saber, but his head was still on his neck.

"Brother Dehua!"

Fang Xing's body shook, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhu Zhanji who was holding a knife and smirking. His face was splattered with blood, looking red and white.

"Get down!"

Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing throwing Tang Dao towards him, and without hesitation, he leaned on the horse's back, and then felt a chill on his back.

The enemy horse who was about to kill Zhu Zhanji from behind was not stabbed by the knife thrown by Fang Xing, but was pierced by Xin Laoqi with an arrow, and then was chopped off by Liu Pu who had been beating soy sauce.

Fang Xing glared at Zhu Zhanji, then turned to Lao Qi Xin and said, "Lao Qi, it's fortunate that you are here, gather the troops and line up immediately."

Xin Laoqi arrived in time just now, killed the enemy cavalry attacking from the side, and saved Fang Xing's life.

Xin Lao Qi only felt that his back was soaked. If he had been half a step slower just now, Fang Xing would have lost his head.

Just now the enemy cavalry was holding a heavy saber, Fang Xing's visor couldn't stop it at all!

As for Zhu Zhanji, Xin Laoqi just did it conveniently. This honest man only knows how to protect his young master, as for the others, that is the second goal.

"Array!"

Empress Xin Laoqi roared in fear, he frowned at the rushing deputy Qianhu and said: "You wait and go to the rear to form an array and wait for the military order."

Deputy Qianhu was a little unconvinced, but thinking that he was a step late just now and almost put His Royal Highness in danger, he had to lead the horse behind the Musketeers who had started to line up in aggrieved manner.

Heavy cavalry cannot ride horses when they are not fighting, otherwise the horses will be weak when they charge into battle.

"Space out, all line up!"

Dong Pi was also injured, his left arm was dripping with blood, but he still roared fiercely, urging the hundreds of households to stand in line.

At this time, Zhu Fang had stopped the catapult attack, and was speechless looking at the gunpowder smoke in front of her.

To be honest, when the gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the corpses of those people and horses that had been bombed beyond recognition, it was rare for ordinary people not to be shocked.

"good!"

Zhu Di saw that the remaining Wala people retreated one after another, and saw Zhu Zhanji alive and kicking, so he put down the binoculars and looked at the frontal battlefield.

The left wing is still stalemate, while the offensive of the right wing has been contained by the Oirats, and both sides have reached a stalemate except for the center.

Liu Jiang's horse was shot to death, so he simply jumped off the horse and plunged into the crowd of enemies with a loud roar, swinging the big knife in his hand left and right, bringing out bursts of bloody arrows.

The Shenji Battalion had no choice but to retreat to the second line in this kind of melee. Liu Sheng looked at the messy battlefield ahead with regret, and took the opportunity to replenish gunpowder and deal with the wounded.

And Liu Pu only slashed once today. Before that, he was full of ambitions to gain military exploits on this battlefield, but now he was poured a bucket of cold water by reality.

He watched numbly as Fang Xing tore off his upper body clothes, revealing the open wound on his left waist. His entire lower body was drenched in blood. Worried in his heart, he couldn't help but knelt on the ground and vomited.

Fang Xing gritted his teeth and asked Zhu Zhanji to sprinkle the medicine powder on the wound, and after seeing Liu Pu's reaction, he forced a smile and said, "I'm used to vomiting, the pasture in this field will definitely grow special next year... good! hiss……"

Zhu Zhanji was sweating profusely when he sprayed the medicine, then took the gauze handed over by Fang Xing, bandaged the wound vigorously, and finally wrapped it around his waist a few times.

Fang Xing's whole body was soaked in sweat, he comforted him, "Don't worry, it's okay."

Zhu Zhanji felt his eyes were hot, so he lowered his head to cover it up. When he raised his head again, he found that Fang Xing had already arrived in front.

The Oirats in front had retreated like a tide, which gave Fang Xing time to regroup his muskets.

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