The Yuan army gradually lost patience, and several brave Tartars held a knife in their hands and followed Li Xiaowai's footsteps.

It was thorny, Li Xiaowai felt that he couldn't stand on the slope and slipped downwards.

Brother, let me go, you go! Li Dawang shouted.

No, no, no.........

Be careful! Li Dawang pushed Li Xiaowai away, took off the short axe from the other party's waist, and threw it out with a shout.

Bang, the chasing Tartars had nowhere to hide, and their screams slipped.

OK! Above, the shouts of Ming soldiers came from the above.

But at this moment, a Tartar had already come up and grabbed Li Dawang's ankle.

Death! Li Xiaowai on the slope turned around and stabbed him into the Tartar's cavity.

Launching the arrow! Li Laowai on the top finally gave the order, and the Ming army's bow and arrow slightly faded the Yuan army at the foot of the mountain.

On the slope, Li Xiaowai and Li Dawang stood up with difficulty, supported each other and continued to crawl.

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Good! It's man!

As soon as he crawled back to the position, Li Xiaowai was hugged in his arms by his uncles, and his hair was instantly messy.

Xiao Wai, I've given your father a face!

Dawang, good, good, kind!

In the army, killing enemies can bring respect to the comrades.

But sacrificing oneself to save your brothers can bring eternal love.

The two of them taught everyone what brothers meant by just now, under everyone's noses.

What a mother... Li Laowai looked at his son and cursed, carrying his face over his back, he was a mother!

Li Xiaowai and Li Dawang sat aside, grinning and smiling at each other.

The Tartars are here!
Chapter completed!