"Bang!" An arrow hit Qiu Laohu on the shoulder. Qiu Laohu seemed to be unconscious. He reached out and pulled out the arrow and continued to move forward, but he didn't even look at the bleeding wound.

Humans are group animals and are easily infected by other people. Especially the objects they worship in their hearts can make people unconsciously imitate them.

Qiu Laohu was once a royal postman and participated in almost all the battles against the Tatars outside the Great Wall. If it weren't for Hat Mountain's one leg amputation, he wouldn't have left the team.

Even if there is no leg, the tiger is still the same. If it is against the Tatars, it can still roar the forest.

This time, the Tatars' arrows not only did not shoot the militia, but instead made the militia's pace more firm. When the two sides collided again, swords and guns flew everywhere.

Qiu Laohu kept stabbing a spear in his hand, and he would knock down a Tatar every time. The others were not willing to be outdone, and gradually blocked the Tatars' attack and forced the other party to retreat.

Zhong Lin felt that he was about to be trampled. If it weren't for the cushioning of the corpse on his body, he would have been trampled to death. He would have been unable to get up after being knocked down. He had stepped on countless feet, which almost suffocated him.

It was finally time for the Tatars to rush over, and he pushed the body away and sat up and gasped. He just looked forward and his eyes suddenly widened.

The sight was full of Tatars. A Tatar with a linen wrapped around his shoulders kept screaming. Several people were shooting arrows around him, while those in the distance kept falling down.

He forced himself to hold back the pain in his chest and barely got up from the ground. Several familiar faces came into his eyes, and their eyes were filled with reluctance.

He looked back at the dark castle outside, where there was no sound. As long as he turned around, he could escape from Erlong Castle, and he would be lucky enough to survive.

But if you lose your home, lose your elderly father, and lose your wife and children, is it meaningful to live?

No! You cannot let the Tatars enter Erlong Fort. Even if you kill one more Tatar, it will relieve the pressure of the brothers who are fighting hard.

Zhong Lin's eyes became extremely firm. He grabbed an iron knife from the ground and walked slowly towards the Tatars.

It's approaching! It's approaching again!

Only a few steps left to cut over the Tartar archer. At this moment, the injured Tartar leader noticed something and looked back.

Zhong Lin no longer hesitated, rushed forward, holding the iron knife in his hand high to look at the Tartar leader.

The Tartar leader grabbed a certain archer in fear and blocked him. Zhong Linhan hated and slashed into most of the archer's body with a knife. When he wanted to draw the knife and then slash, he did not pull it out.

Seeing the Tartar leader turning around and about to escape, he raised his legs and kicked him on the waist, and rushed forward and rode on the Tartar leader.

Before the other party could react, he grabbed the other party's hair with both hands and smashed it hard at the stone slab on the ground. "Dong! Damn!" With just two strokes, the Tartar leader fainted.

The Tatars around him then reacted and raised their weapons to kill Zhong Lin. Zhong Lin quickly rolled underground and avoided the steel knife that was chopped over.

As soon as he got up, he was shot into the thigh by an arrow. His body involuntarily fell to the wall. He happened to see the dead militia. He grabbed the opponent's spear and leaned against the wall to confront the Tatars rushing up.

"Bad Tartars, come on! Grandpa has already killed enough money, killing one more is a profit! Come on! Bury your Grandpa Zhong with your family!" Zhong Lin roared with a hideous face, and for a moment he actually scared the Tatars surrounding him.

Just as the Tatars were about to rush forward, the Tatars who were fighting against the Erlong Fort militia in front were defeated. The remaining Tatars ran to the fort gate in a panic. The Tatars besieged by Zhong Lin looked at each other and followed the others out of Erlong Fort.

Zhong Lin blinked in disbelief, unable to believe that he had survived. The Tatars retreated like this? Aren’t they fearless and killing people without blinking?

"Zhong Lin, good! If this battle is not dead, I recommend you to play with Bo Ye!" Qiu Laohu's voice came. Zhong Lin was delighted when he heard this, and then the pain in his thigh made him scream, and he couldn't help but cry out, and he fell down involuntarily.

"Some people will repair the Fort Gate! Don't forget to finish the fight for the rest of the injured. If you win, you will be too unfair to be killed by the Tartars!"

After giving the order, Qiu Laohu walked towards Zhong Lin, checked Zhong Lin's wound, and smiled and said, "Okay! The arrow did not hurt the bones, it looked scary, it was no big deal!

You guys are lucky. Lao Qiu, I have the medicine prepared by Li Shenxian here. I will guarantee that you can still be alive in a month..."

When Zhong Lin heard that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and thought of something, and asked, "Village Chief! Can you really recommend me to play with my uncle?"

"Of course it can! Lao Qiu, I followed Bo Ye to fight south and north, and made countless contributions! If it weren't for one leg, how could Luo Xiaoji compare... My uncle once promised that I could recommend someone to be his personal soldier, so don't worry!" When he said Luo Feng, Qiu Lao Hu's tone fell down, and tears flashed in his eyes.

"Village Chief! There is another guy who fainted. Do you want to bear it?..."

Qiu Laohu turned his head and showed anger in his eyes, saying word by word: "Tie him to a tree, I have something to ask him!"

Aba Mountain was awakened by a basin of water. Before he could remember where he was, the heart-wrenching pain came from his fingers that made him scream.

"Ah...!" He recovered for a long time and saw the hatred gazes around him. He was about to beg for mercy, but the one-legged strong man holding a hammer smashed him down again, and his second finger was smashed again.

Five times in a row, Abashan's right hand had been destroyed. Seeing the one-legged look at his left hand again, Abashan's snot and tears flowed out directly.

When torture and confession, you have to ask something! What is the point of direct punishment when you have disagreement?

"Dear sir! If you have anything to ask, Abashan must answer truthfully. Please don't smash it! Please! Don't...ah!" The scream sounded again. The one-legged strong man had no intention of opening his mouth, but just hit his finger with a hammer.

Aba Mountain could no longer hold on and no longer care about anything else. He told everything like a bean, and did not even leave the matter of he wetting the bed at the age of eleven.

When Qiu Laohu heard Luo Feng cover the evacuation of the villagers in Xili and attracted pursuers alone, the hammer was clenched and he made a "giggle!" sound.

When he heard Luo Feng fall to the ground with his horse and kill nine people, he could no longer control his emotions and hit Abashan's head with one blow.

The former good brother died in battle like this. Although he died bravely, Qiu Laohu hoped that Luo Feng could escape selfishly, even if he was punished, it would be better than death in battle.

When he thought of Luo Feng being isolated and surrounded by a heavy siege, his heart was bleeding. The hammer in his hand could no longer be held and fell directly to the ground.

"Luo Feng! Why are you so stupid!"
Chapter completed!