Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 324 Unwilling
According to the plan, Badar's men would start setting fires in commercial and residential areas, and once the fire started here, Badar and his elite men would rush out.

Everything went very smoothly. As the fire started in the warehouse, two teams who had been prepared rushed out to set the fire. Soon fires broke out in the commercial and residential areas. At the same time, countless shouts of fear and chaotic footsteps were heard, mixed with screams and mournful cries.

"Hahaha!" Badar laughed wildly, great things have been accomplished!

"Warriors of the tribe! May the Eternal Heaven bless us! Follow me and kill!"

Badar waved his long sword, turned around and shouted to the people behind him, then rushed out with everyone, shouting loudly as he rushed out, and for a while the shouts of killing were deafening.

Badar's camp was not far from the central area. In front of him was the residential area, and beyond that was the commercial area. Badar preferred the front because most of the people in Zhenlubao were in the residential area, where there were not only newly built houses but also many yurts from other tribes.

In addition to the people who originally lived in Zhenlu Fort, people from other tribes including those from the Ming Dynasty were also here. It was night now, so everyone was asleep before, but now fires were starting everywhere. All they had to do was rush over and hack anyone they saw, killing as many as they could. Then they would drive the fleeing people all the way from the residential area towards the commercial area, and by then there would be a lot of killings.

All of this was in Badar's plan. At this moment, Badar's blood was boiling and he was looking forward to everything that was about to happen. Dozens of Mongolian warriors followed him, shouting meaningless words in a disorganized manner, waving swords and guns with red eyes, and were inexplicably excited.

The group rushed forward with their heads covered. In a blink of an eye, they ran hundreds of meters and were about to reach their destination. But suddenly, Badar's eyes widened and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. He couldn't believe what he saw and was stunned for a moment.

Right in front of them, which was the residential area, there was a raging fire, but the problem was that the fire was not started from those buildings and yurts, but was burning on both sides of the road.

Over there, there were several bonfires burning extremely fiercely, with flames shooting up into the sky and thick smoke billowing, but it did not cause any impact on the buildings and yurts.

In the open space in front, a dozen people fell to the ground, most of them had no breath, and the rest were dying, shouting weakly and struggling hard. Blood flowed under their bodies and gathered into a river.

Badar recognized these people from their attire. Aren't they the men he sent out to set the fire? What...what's going on? Why did it suddenly become like this? In front of the people lying down, a group of fully armed soldiers were waiting in battle formation. These soldiers were divided into two rows, one row was archers, and the other row was swordsmen. They were wearing leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were shining in the light of the fire. Behind them, many awakened Mongols and Ming people were also looking at Badar and his men, with expressions of surprise and astonishment in their eyes.

Badar suddenly came to his senses and stopped running all of a sudden. The knife in his hand trembled uncontrollably, and his excited expression turned into fear.

"Oh no! This... this is a trap!"

Badar would be a fool if he didn't understand at this time, but he couldn't figure out how he fell into the trap. His plan was flawless and his arrangements were well-planned, but in the blink of an eye, he, the hunter, became the prey, and the situation of both sides was completely reversed.

The situation he was facing did not allow Badard to think too much. He shouted to his men in fear to stop and then turned around and ran.

Since the other party had already made preparations, Badar would not be so stupid as to think that he could kill them all with such a small number of people. He had to keep rushing forward. It would be good if he was not killed by the other party. Badar had only one word in his mind - escape! His subconscious reaction was to escape as quickly as possible, run back to his camp, and then mount his horse and rush out from the other side of the Zhenlu Fort. As long as the speed was fast enough, Badar believed that with his riding skills and the cover of night, he could escape. As for whether his subordinates could escape, Badar didn't know, but at this time, he couldn't care about others. The most important thing was to protect himself.

"put!"

At the moment when Badar was about to turn around and flee, Burigude sneered, raised his hand without hesitation, and the archers who had been prepared drew their bows, put arrows on them and shot at Badar and his gang.

In an instant, the arrow flew across the space of only a few dozen meters between the two sides at an extremely fast speed, and then drew a beautiful arc and shot straight at the target.

Amid screams, a large number of Badar's men fell to the ground in an instant. Some were shot dead on the spot, some were pierced through the chest but survived and screamed their last words, and some were wounded and rolled on the ground, crying for help. Seeing this scene, the experienced Badar rolled on the ground when the other side shot arrows. Fortunately, he was not injured, but he was terrified when he saw it.

How could he care about his subordinates at this time? Nothing was more important than escaping for his own life. Badar used his hands and feet to quickly get up from the ground, and he didn't even notice the knife that fell to the side. There was only one thought in his mind, which was to run! Run out quickly! God of the Immortal, please bless me to escape. In a short period of time, two rounds of volleys, Burigude's people knocked down nearly half of Badar's group. Those who were lucky enough to escape were as scared as Badar, and had no idea of ​​resisting at all. Like Badar, they only had the idea of ​​escaping in their minds. At this moment, they wished that their parents had given them two more legs so that they could escape as quickly as possible.

Burigude was not surprised to see Badar and his gang turn around and flee in a panic. He did not order his men to pursue them immediately, but ordered the archers to retreat, and the swordsmen behind them to move forward and advance steadily in the direction of Badar's escape at a normal speed.

Badar ran several dozen meters in one breath, panting and looking back in fear. When he saw that Burigude's men did not catch up with him immediately, Badar felt a little relieved. He looked up in the direction of his camp, which was still nearly a hundred meters away. As long as he ran into the camp and got on his warhorse, he would have a chance to escape.

Thinking of this, Badar's heart ignited hope and his pace quickened. But just when he was about to reach the camp, he suddenly stopped, looking at the other army that appeared in front of him with disbelief and horror.

The number of people in this army was not large, only about a hundred people, but this army was completely different from the army led by Burigude who had just blocked his way and dealt him a heavy blow. The army that suddenly appeared in front of him was fully armored and holding various weapons in their hands. These weapons included spears, swords and shields, muskets, and even a strange thing that he had never seen before, which was long and big like a cut branch.

This army stood there motionless without making any sound. No one knew when they appeared, nor how long they had been standing there. Their figures were hiding in the darkness, waiting quietly.

When Badar saw this army blocking his way, he was almost in despair. His last way of survival was blocked. If he couldn't rush forward and get his warhorse, then one can imagine what Badar's fate would be.

Although Badar knew that this army looked extremely elite, not to mention that he was now a stray dog, nearly half of his men had been lost in an instant. Even if they were fully armed and intact, it would not be so easy to break through the enemy.

But Badar had no other choice now. He could only do two things: surrender directly or continue to charge forward and fight his way out. Badar was also a ruthless man. He made a decision immediately, roared like a beast, turned around and shouted at his men who had followed him here, telling them that if they wanted to survive, they had to break through the opponent's blockade, otherwise no one would survive.

The trapped beasts still fight, and the people with Badar are all elites, and they are brave warriors who are not afraid of death. Facing a desperate situation, this group of people burst out with the final fighting faith, with no other thoughts in their minds, only the thought of rushing forward to survive.

Badar stared with bloodshot eyes, snatched a knife from the subordinate beside him, waved the knife in his hand straight forward, and led his men to charge.

In Badar's opinion, the enemy did not have too many people and their line was relatively weak. Even the most elite troops could give themselves a chance to escape as long as they mustered up the courage to break through a gap.

Amid shouts, Badar and his men rushed forward, intending to cut a bloody path with such determination. But Badar never expected that just as he was about to rush forward, with a sharp whistle, the troops blocking the road suddenly changed their formation, and more than a hundred people turned into small teams of more than a dozen people in an instant, led by soldiers holding those strange long things, they raised their weapons and did not retreat, but advanced directly towards Badar.

Badar rushed to the front, and when the opponent came towards him, he couldn't stop at all and bumped into the soldier holding the strange weapon.

The soldier holding the wolf-whip stabbed forward without hesitation. The huge wolf-whip instantly covered Badar. Badar lowered his head and dodged, barely avoiding the sharp spikes on the front of the wolf-whip, but he could not avoid the branches on the left and right of the wolf-whip. Those branches made of fine iron were also extremely sharp, and these branches could also trap people. Badar's body was immediately scratched with blood.

Badar roared and chopped forward with the knife in his hand, but after two chops, he found that everything he did was in vain, because the length of the wolf-whip was far beyond his imagination and he could not reach the opponent at all. Moreover, the branches made of fine iron were too strong for him to cut through. In addition, the soldiers holding the wolf-whips were not vegetarians. Under the pressure, Badar couldn't even break free in a blink of an eye.

Badar was yelling, anxious and terrified. He had never encountered such a fighting method before. His skills were suppressed and he couldn't use them at all. In a hurry, Badar was about to call for his men to come to help him break free, but as soon as he shouted, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Badar looked down and found that a long spear had stabbed from the left side at some point and directly stabbed into his stomach. The entire spear head was no longer visible, leaving only the spear body outside.

Badar's eyes were wide open, his face full of disbelief, he couldn't believe he was stabbed like this. He raised his head and tried to look forward, as if he wanted to see who hit him with the spear, but before he could see clearly, another burst of pain came, followed by the sound of the wound being emptied and blood spurting out after the spear was pulled out.

In just one breath, Badar felt all his strength disappear from his body as the spear was pulled out. He swayed and the knife in his hand fell to the ground. His body went limp and he could no longer support himself.

The soldier retracted the wolf-whip and moved towards the next target with an expressionless face. At this time, Badar's body also fell to the ground. He fell face down on the ground, his body twitched slightly, and he seemed to want to stand up, but the life had quickly disappeared from his body. From his trembling lips, he murmured softly, "Eternal Heaven..." After a tremor, he was no longer able to breathe.

(End of this chapter)