Ten Ming soldiers armed with steel knives, opened and closed, and cut down rows of soldiers who rushed to the Northern Yuan.

There were many soldiers of the Northern Yuan lying on the ground, there were still corpses, and there were wounded who wailed and groaned.

In the dark night, the bright red blood stained the white military tent, and under the reflection of the torches, it was particularly terrifying.

Ten Ming warriors had messy hair, their robes were stained red with blood, and the broken armor pieces danced with their bodies, repeating the claws of the god of death beckoning.

The warriors of the Ming Dynasty are extremely brave and unstoppable, and they are ten with one.

However, there were too many soldiers in the Northern Yuan, and they were pouring in like a tide.

No matter how brave the ten warriors of the Ming Dynasty were, it would be useless, not to mention that most of them were injured. Like a wounded male lion, he is no match for a pack of hungry African hyenas.

Ten warriors of the Ming Dynasty kept being wounded and dying...

A Ming soldier was rubbed to death by the soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty with a spear, and all spears were inserted in front of and behind him, and blood flowed from the side of the spear, staining the battle robes of the whole body.

Another Ming soldier fell to the ground and was hacked to death by the Northern Yuan soldiers who rushed up.

The soldier Li Mao was stabbed by a spear, he cut off the spear with a knife, and slashed at the Northern Yuan soldiers beside him, staring at the enemy in front of him angrily, spitting blood from his mouth, but still waving the knife, scaring away several Northern Yuan soldiers in front of him.

"Li Mao, hold on!"

Zheng Hai held two knives in his hand, and swung his left and right hands one after another, cutting back the enemy in front of him, and hugging Li Mao from behind.

"Brother Zheng, I can't do it anymore... Before, it was me, I, I couldn't stand you... You..."

Li Mao leaned on Zheng Hai, spitting blood, looking at Zheng Hai with a little loss in his eyes.

"You didn't feel sorry for me! Good brother, you didn't feel sorry for me! I know that you stopped them from killing me that night! I know, I always knew

!" Zheng Hai put his arm around Li Mao with one hand and waved his knife around with the other: "We are brothers, good brothers who live and die together!"

"Good brothers?" Li Mao muttered:

"We are good brothers?" "Yes! We are good brothers! Good brothers for life!"

Li Mao's eyes returned to clarity, a smile appeared on his face, and he muttered: "Good brother, we will be good brothers in the next life..."

The steel knife in Li Mao's hand slipped down, clanged, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and they were stunned for several seconds, and the noisy night suddenly became quiet.

After shaking his head, Zheng Hai clenched the two steel knives in his hands, blinked his eyes violently, gritted his teeth, and roared: "

Kill!" "Kill!"

The sky gradually brightened, and the shouting of killing in the military camp also stopped, and occasionally there was a few sounds of weapons colliding. However, the sound is getting smaller and sparser.

Eight of the ten Ming warriors fell to the ground one after another, leaving only Zheng Hai and Ma He back to back, and the battle armor on the two of them was all dyed red, I don't know if it was their own or the enemy's blood.

At their feet, the corpses of the Ming soldiers were lying, and the corpses of the

Northern Yuan soldiers were lying; around them, the Northern Yuan soldiers formed a circle, holding bright knives and blood-stained spears; behind them

, Zheng Hai had only one Ma He, and Ma He had only one Zheng Hai, and they had no one to rely on, and they were already isolated.

Ma He tilted his head slightly and said to Zheng Hai: "Xiao Hai, I shouldn't have taken you to participate in this Northern Expedition, if you hadn't participated in this time..."

He thought that Zheng Hai was making him happy, and he couldn't think of why Zheng Hai could still maintain this concentration and confidence at this time.

The soldiers of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, armed with long knives and spears, approached Zheng Hai and Ma He step by step, surrounded them from all sides, slowly narrowed the encirclement, and approached cautiously.

Step by step, the soldiers approached, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller. The swordsmen even withdrew from the encirclement, and Zheng Hai and Ma He were surrounded by dense spearmen.

Their spears were so dense that Zheng Hai couldn't even split their spears.

The spearmen retreated their spears slightly, preparing for the final stab, trying to poke a hole in Zheng Hai and Ma He.

"Slow! The king has an order, leave them alive for the time being!" a

Northern Yuan general stopped the spearmen's attack at the last moment, and this order also changed the fate of the two.

Zheng Hai and Ma He were tied up and sent to the main tent of the Liao king Aza Lost. In addition to the Liao King Aza Li, there are also his generals in the main tent.

The main tent of the Liao king was taller and larger than the soldiers' tents, and there were eight low tables with wine glasses on them, and seven of them were filled with people sitting behind them.

Seven strong men in armor sat cross-legged, staring angrily at Zheng Hai and Ma He as if they were about to eat them.

At the end of the two rows of low tables there is a step, on which is the table and throne of the King of Liao.

The king of Liao, Azha, sat on the throne with a beard on his face, and put his hand in the golden basin held by the maid.

He washed his hands and looked at Zheng Hai and Ma He, who were trapped.

Aza wiped his hands and looked at the two prisoners kneeling below: "Take it! Wash their faces, I want to see who dares to make trouble in my army twice or three times!"

The soldier poured a basin of water directly on Zheng Hai and Ma He, washing most of the red blood on Zheng Hai's face.

"It's you! It's you!" Aza

stared at Zheng Hai, obviously remembering Zheng Hai deeply.

"It's him!" One of the Northern Yuan generals in the seat suddenly got up and pulled out the short knife on his body: "We killed him alive

!" "Wait! This king still has something to ask him!"

"Brigood, sit down! The king, I will definitely not ask you to let him go, and when the king finishes asking, it will not be too late for you to kill him!" The general who stood up next to him grabbed the general who drew his sword, Brigood.

The general, Brigood, gritted his teeth and sat down, stabbing the table with a stab, piercing the tabletop.

"You are the Ming warrior who killed more than a dozen of our cavalry, I remember you!" The Liao King Aza stared at Zheng Hai and said slowly: "You are the enemy of our Great Yuan, and you also killed his brother." Do you know how our grassland deals with an enemy like

you?" Zheng Hai smiled bitterly and asked rhetorically: "Don't you just want to cut me with a thousand knives? Is this the way the grassland treats warriors?"

Zheng Hai said again: "No wonder your Dayuan will perish! You have lost the wolf nature of the steppe wolf, you are cowardly, so you can't beat the Daming!"

He stared at Zheng Hai with wolf-like eyes, but found that Zheng Hai's eyes were sharper than him, more ruthless than him!

The Liao King Aza pulled out his treasure knife and put it on the table: "I will give you two choices, belong to me, or

die!" "Great King, he must die!" The Northern Yuan general Brigood got up from his seat again and drew the short knife on the table.

Zheng Hai smiled and said, "If you want me to belong to you, you can, but I have two conditions

!" "Xiaohai!" Ma He turned his head to stare at Zheng Hai, with confusion and resentment in his eyes: "Xiaohai, no! We would rather die than take refuge in them!"

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