Zhao Ming held the sword and walked forward resolutely, feeling a little sad, "It's so tragic. Thinking about moving bricks in the past, he was confused. Now he can be heroic and be a hero, it's not in vain. It's worth it!"

He was walking forward, and footsteps came from behind him. When he looked back, he found that someone was following him.

Zheng Sen had a knife in his waist and a bow in his hand. He quickly caught up with him. Seeing Zhao Ming looking back, he immediately stopped and pretended to be very gentle and said: "Chang Geng has no power to tie a chicken, I let him stay."

Zhao Ming was shocked: "Why are you here!"

Zheng Sen licked his lips, "I thought I could still help you, and you may not be able to lead all the Tartars away alone."

Zhao Ming thought to himself: "If you die, I will be very guilty." However, when he saw Zheng Sen's face was determined and he looked like he was trying to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman, he was obviously worried about himself, and suddenly laughed again. He was a little moved, and punched Zheng Sen's chest and said boldly, "Okay, follow me closely then!"

Although they didn't know each other for a long time, the two established a deep revolutionary friendship between men.

The two of them were speechless all the way. Without taking a few steps, Zhao Ming waved his hand and the Adam's apple squirmed, "Snatch the horse first, and then rush out!"

At this time, a large number of Qing troops had entered the woods. They divided into multiple strands and began to search the forests.

Zhao Ming was a little nervous. He didn't know if he would ride a horse. However, although the Ming Dynasty lacked horses, Ma Xi was a wealthy family after all, and he should have ridden a horse. He subconsciously felt that he should be able to ride.

The forests in the south of the Yangtze River are not as lush as in the north, with lush branches and leaves. Zhao Ming climbed up a tree, and Zheng Sen also climbed up a tree, hiding among the lush branches and leaves, observing the approaching Qing soldiers.

At this time, more than a dozen cavalrymen wearing blue armor searched over. Tang Nanyang and others in the distance were hiding in the bushes, with a serious expression. The people in black held swords and stared at the Qing soldiers approaching from all directions.

Zhao Ming hid in a tree and saw the iron helmets and tassels of the Qing soldiers beneath him. He suddenly jumped off the tree, kicked the Qing soldiers away with one kick, and then grabbed the war horse.

He stepped on the stirrups with both feet, grabbed the reins of the horse, and controlled the restless war horse. At almost the same time, Zheng Sen also snatched a war horse.

"Hold!" Zhao Ming pulled out the reins of the horse, and the war horse galloped out. The horse suddenly accelerated and almost threw him off.

The two of them did not snatch the cavalry in front or the Qing soldiers in the middle. Because they were prone to attack, they pounced off the two Qing soldiers behind them.

When the Qing army in front heard the movement, they quickly pulled out their reins. When they turned their horse's head, the two of them had already raised their horse speed and galloped away.

"The Southern Barbarians are here! Chase!" The Qing cavalry shouted loudly.

They spoke Chinese dialect and were from the Zhenglan Banner of the Han army, but they obviously did not regard themselves as Han people.

For a moment, hundreds of cavalrymen in the forest pulled the reins and urged the horses to come.

"Swoosh" sound of breaking through the air came from behind, and arrows landed beside Zhao Ming, and the Tartar cavalry rushed from all over to surround Zhao Ming and Zheng Sen.

While galloping, Zheng Sen bent his bow and arrows and turned around and arrows in a row. The Qing army behind him was dismissed, which shocked the chasing Qing soldiers and slowed down their horse speed.

Zhao Ming and Zheng Sen rushed out of the woods, and a team of cavalry surveillance outside the woods immediately activated their horses to start charging, and more than 20 Qing troops came towards him.

They had long expected that if Tibetans in the forest would see the cavalry searching for the forest, they would be frightened out of the forest. When the cavalry rushed, they would be eliminated.

Zheng Sen followed Zhao Ming, feeling his throat dry and his heart beat wildly. He had practiced some martial arts and fought with Zhike when he was in Nanjing. He fought against more than a dozen gangsters alone without any disadvantage, but the first time he actually fought.

This made him excited and also a little scared. He looked at Zhao Ming's back and shouted loudly in the Mercedes-Benz to boost his courage.

When Zhao Ming started running, he felt like an old driver. Seeing the enemy, he turned his head to Zheng Sen and said, "Don't be afraid, follow me out."

In the bushes, Yang Wenchao grabbed the branch and saw two riders rushing towards more than twenty riders. He probably had his eldest nephew finished.

At this time, he couldn't help but think that it must be the destruction of the court that made his eldest nephew feel deeply ashamed, so he was unwilling to recognize his father. After all, the court was done in the hands of our Ma Party and was nailed to the pillar of shame, which was inevitable.

Tang Nanyang patted Yang Wencong on the shoulder and comforted him: "After supporting the country, I will definitely make a memorial to memorialize myself."

He Wencheng exclaimed in tears, "It's been bumped together."

Twenty Qing cavalry charged in front of the arrows, and the leader was a leader. He came in front of a gun in his hand and stabbed Zhao Ming directly with a gun in his hand. The gun was sharp and with the impact of the war horse, it was enough to poke any enemy to death.

Zuoren was full of confidence. It was not the first time that he had been in the battle for many years. During such a charge, he was poked off the horse and was trampled into meat paste by the horse's hooves behind him, and this time was no exception.

The iron spear stabbed out but did not stab Zhao Ming. Instead, the gun rod was grabbed and pulled. It was like an ant shaking Mount Tai, without moving at all. When he was shocked, Zhao Ming waved his sword, and Zuo Ling's neck cooled down, his vision quickly became wider, his head rolled in the air, and then landed on the ground.

Zhao Ming took the iron spear, threw the knife, and rushed around with his iron spear, as if he had entered a no-man. In an instant, he killed the Qing cavalry, leaving behind a corpse.

Li Rutai carried an iron spear and led dozens of cavalry to come over. He saw two barbarians killing more than twenty cavalry and breaking through the encirclement, and was stunned.

Li Lutai saw clearly that such a powerful general was probably only Obai, the commander of the Batulu Guard of the Qing Dynasty, and Wu Sangui, King Pingxi, could compete with him.

There was such a powerful general in Jiangnan. He was surprised and forgot to order the pursuit.

"Hey, why are you back again!" Li Shutai suddenly found that the two cavalry soldiers who had already rushed out, one of them was going back.

"What are they going to do?" Li Ruitai felt cold in his heart, and Zhao Ming waved his iron spear and rushed towards him directly.

It turned out that after Zhao Ming rushed out, he saw that the Qing soldiers did not come to chase him, so he killed him again.

Tang Nanyang was shocked, "Zhao Bo'an, Zhao Zilong, Zhenchangshan!"

Zhao Ming raised his bloody gun and roared, "Kill!"

His roar was even more fierce than Zhang Fei. Li Lutai was so shocked that his eardrums hurt. He was shocked and pulled out his horse and left. Zhao Ming rode his horse and chased him. Zheng Sen and Zhang Gong took the arrow to cover Zhao Ming, as excited as if he had a chicken blood.

As he was chasing, more than ten arrows were shot. Zhao Ming swung his gun to block it and knocked it down most of it, but there was still an arrow that shot his shoulder.

"I'm a mud horse!" Zhao Ming was furious and was about to scatter the cavalry, Zheng Sen, who was standing beside him, found that the Qing cavalry were gathering, but hurriedly shouted, "Boan, go quickly! The Tartars are surrounding him."

Just now, the Qing army searched the forest, and the six hundred cavalry divided into multiple groups, and the troops were scattered. Now they were gathering.

Zhao Ming knew that he could not be the opponent of the six hundred cavalrymen, so he immediately pulled out his reins and shouted loudly: "Damu, come with me!"

Two riders pulled out their horses, one was dancing the gun in front, and the other shot the bow, and went east casually.

"Uh, the barbarian ran away!"

Li Ruitai was still in shock and tied the horse's reins. Seeing Juechen's back, he became angry and embarrassed. His face turned red, "I chased me, they are the ones that King Yu wants to capture."

Nearly six hundred Qing soldiers slapped their horses and chased them to the east...

When the Qing soldiers walked away, Tang Nanyang and others crawled out of the woods. He stared at the direction where Zhao Ming was moving away. It was a pity in his heart. If he had known that Zhao Boan was so brave, the Lone King would have rushed with him.

At this time, he regretted not being able to conquer Zhao Ming. After a while, he waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go to Zhejiang Central!"

Zhao Ming and Zheng Sen were galloping all the way, and the horses were foaming at their mouths, and then they ran away from the forest. After dark, they finally got rid of the pursuit.

One day later, in Changzhou Prefecture, Nanzhili, two embarrassed figures stood on the shore and looked at the empty river.

The two of them were speechless for a moment. After a while, Zhao Ming looked at Zheng Sen with a confused look on his face, "Brother Damu, where is your Zheng family's navy?"
Chapter completed!