Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 59 Wrestling
Whenever people talk about pressure, they mostly refer to the mental feeling, but for Xu Renjue it has become a real physical law.

Wusitu had been staring at Xu Renjue since he was forced to retreat, but what puzzled him was that the Ming army soldiers were clearly dressed like ordinary soldiers, so why did they have such martial arts?

Although personal bravery is not very important in a battle, it cannot be ignored if it reaches a certain level.

So when he charged into the formation, he, as an arrow, consciously regarded it as the target.

After that, the two armies met, and the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty rushed down the slope. He snatched the opponent's weapon and saw the Ming army rushing towards him with a look of surprise on their faces.

In this situation, Ustu couldn't let him get close to him. He thrust his sword forward and took a half step with his left foot, obviously preparing to chase him after he retreated.

If Xu Renjue had moved forward on his own, perhaps it would have been as Ustu had thought.

He was pushed here by someone!

He had anticipated various situations that might occur after taking over the battle, and had roughly formulated ways to deal with them based on his family's inheritance, but he had never expected that he would be pushed towards the enemy, and in a continuous manner.

It was too sudden. It was really too sudden.

How could Xu Renjue have imagined that these garrison troops, who were originally as weak as mud, would bravely advance to such an extent.

Faced with this situation, it was impossible for him to move around, and chopping and blocking also required careful consideration. However, the two sides were only three or four feet apart. How could he have the time to think again and again?

"Bore!"

The muscle memory gained from years of hard training finally came in handy at this critical moment. When the sword was less than a foot away from Xu Renjue, he was able to block it.

If the opponent uses a weapon such as a gun or a sword, then after blocking it, he will have to pull it back and accumulate strength, but this knife is different from them. The curvature at the tip of the knife makes the sword change direction as soon as it encounters resistance.

With a swish sound, a long cut was made on Xu Renjue's chest. Then he rushed forward with his sword in hand under Ustu's shocked gaze.

"Bang!"

The collision between the two men caused the armor on their bodies to make a sound, and the resulting impact force also made their minds distracted for a moment.

If it were an ordinary time, the troops would be scattered, but this is when the two armies just met. All arrangements will take effect at this time, and these arrangements will interact with each other and eventually lead the battle situation to the unknown.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After hearing a series of armor collision sounds, Ustu finally came back to his senses from the shock.

Without having time to wonder why the enemy in front of him had changed from the previous fair-faced Ming army soldier to a tall and thin man, he instinctively wanted to move slightly before raising his knife to chop forward.

But who would have thought that as soon as he moved, his legs and feet encountered obstacles, and the sword in his hand seemed to be stuck by something.

"Could it be that the white-faced Ming army is not completely dead?"

This was the only explanation Ustu could think of.

In his opinion, the previous knife attack was not fatal.

The reason why the enemy in front of him turned into this thin man was most likely that the white-faced Ming soldier was attacked by other people when he was knocked unconscious, but the attack failed to kill him in one blow, which gave him the opportunity to tie up his hands and feet in the process of falling.

"help!"

"Pooh!"

Wustu shouted anxiously, but as soon as he finished speaking, the thin man in front of him spat at him.

"Help!" Ustu was extremely angry.

The battlefield is a place where one's life is at stake. If this bastard takes this opportunity to stab him through, Ustu will have no choice but to accept it.

But what does this bite mean?
Provocation? Contempt?
"Tear him apart! Tear him apart as soon as we are out of trouble!"

At this moment, in Wusitu's mind, tearing the straw was the most important thing in the world.

The prince and the city gate are not one tenth as important as this matter.

Once his hands and feet were free, no, as long as he could free one hand, he would immediately lift the stick in front of him and tear off every piece of flesh and blood from the stick with his mouth.

Ustu was furious, but the person who could help him out of trouble had not arrived yet.

At this point, he finally realized that something seemed to be wrong.

It would be fine if no one helped him, but why did no one attack him?

Were all the hundreds of people in the room tied up?
Once the thought came to his mind, Wusitu finally shifted his gaze from the thin stick to other places. Only then did he understand what had happened in that moment.

The Ming army at this time was like crazy, desperately rushing forward. If I were not tall, I would have had difficulty breathing under their pressure.

Thinking of this, Wusitu lowered his head slightly, and saw that there was indeed someone sandwiched between him and the hemp pole.

"Ustu! Find a way!"

At this moment, a voice came from the side. When he turned his head, he found that the situation there was basically the same as his side.

The only difference was that the man who called him had a piece of his face missing, and the Ming soldier who was sticking to him had blood gushing out of his mouth, and it was obvious that he had no chance of survival.

What can Ustu do in this situation?
In street fights, the weaker one will often hug the stronger one tightly when he is defeated.

In this way, the weaker one has given up attacking, but the stronger one can no longer cause much damage. After that, no matter how big the gap between the two sides is, they can still fight back and forth in the tangle.

However, fighting on the battlefield is different from fighting on the street. If one is careful when the two armies meet, then Ustu and his men only need to fight and retreat to kill these Ming soldiers one by one.

But there is no room for ifs when something has already passed.

At this point, the two sides had already collided with each other. Not to mention retreating, even if they relaxed their strength a little, people would fall to the ground.

But if they let the war continue like this, wouldn't they, as the smaller party, sooner or later lose the fight?

By then, let alone seizing the gate, these people who had been fighting for a while might not even have the strength to get up from the ground.

"Why not just retreat now?"

With the situation on the battlefield like this, Ustu couldn't help but feel like retreating, but the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before he suppressed it.

Judging from his many years of experience, the defenders were already in a desperate situation, and their military strength was already weak, so there was really no reason to continue fighting.

Although retreating now will cause some casualties, the vast majority can be saved. Even if there will be some punishment, they will not lose their lives.

However, if he just retreats like this, he will have to bear a huge blame.

"If those previous ones were..."

Whether it is a siege or a field battle, if you want to retreat you have to leave some people behind to cover your retreat. Given their situation, what's the problem with leaving more people behind?
Thinking of this, Ustu couldn't help but glance around, but before he could find everyone's position, he heard a burst of shouting and killing coming from outside the city.

"Reinforcements have arrived! Whoever kills the Ming prince will be rewarded handsomely!"

(End of this chapter)