In an instant, Hasson felt a sharp pain in his head. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's just that the pain comes and goes quickly, and at the moment when one of his eyes opened like a bull's eye, the mace in Zhang Wuji's right hand had already smashed down on his head.

At the beginning, it was just an illusion brought by depression, but now, what Hasson felt was not only a headache, his soul was trembling, he wanted to dodge, and he also thought about fighting back, but all this only stayed at the level of imagination, Zhang Wuji's speed was too fast, and it seemed to have a power that could shock people's hearts. Under the horrified gaze of Hasson's subordinates, Hasson and his men and horses were smashed to pieces with a stick.

Hasen's entire upper body disappeared in an instant, the horse was completely smashed in two, and the entire middle waist was reduced to flesh and blood, which was also mixed with the flesh and bones of its master.

The power of this stick was so amazing that Hasson's cavalry was shocked, they had never seen such a strong man.

Even so, the power of the horse's charge still carried them forward, and although many of them were unwilling to fight any further, at this moment, they could not stop their horses in time.

Disaster ensued, Zhang Wuji smashed Hasen to death with a stick in his right hand, his body did not wait to land, and he lightly touched the head of the war horse that had become two, and his body suddenly rushed forward, and the spear in his left hand swept out from left to right, just sweeping on the waist and abdomen of the cavalry who rushed over, and swept out with a shot, sweeping off more than a dozen Tartar cavalrymen, and the mace in his right hand was immediately lifted up from behind, and with the promotion of the mace, the body made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn, The mace carried the force of 10,000 catties and slashed three hundred and sixty degrees from right to left, and more than a dozen Tartar cavalry were swept to the ground, the difference was that these Tartars died without a whole corpse.

After the two moves, Zhang Wuji withdrew his left and right hands, pointed the tip of the gun and the head of the stick obliquely behind him, and shouted loudly: "Dismount and kneel and surrender, surrender without killing." The sound was like thunder, and it immediately resounded across the battlefield.

Although the Tartar cavalry was frightened, the momentum of the charge had been formed at this time, and it was not so easy to surrender, not to mention that many of the Tartar cavalry had fallen into madness, screaming and rushing towards him, waving the scimitar in his hand.

The mace in Zhang Wuji's right hand pointed straight forward, just on the chest of a Tartar cavalry who was screaming and calling for him, at this point, Zhang Wuji just controlled the mace steadily and accurately, and the strength was really not much, just like the Tartar cavalry himself rode a horse and crashed into it madly.

The Tartar cavalryman's chest collapsed instantly, and he spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with fragments, and his eyes flew backwards blankly. The war horse without its owner was very spiritual, and with a slight movement of his footsteps, he ran past Zhang Wuji's side.

Zhang Wuji shouted the words "surrender or kill" while swinging his weapon forward to kill, and soon made a passage out of these neat queues.

Zhuang Zheng took the Ruijin Banner around from the front, turned around and ran back, and when he heard the sect leader's shout, he immediately shouted too, shouting and attacking at the same time.

In an instant, the battlefield was continuously filled with the words "dismount and surrender, surrender and not kill".

Some of the Tartar cavalry finally couldn't hold it anymore, and after controlling their horses, they dismounted and fell to their knees. With the surrender of the first man, soon there were surrenders in pieces.

In a war of this scale, diehards are always the first to follow the general, once the general dies in battle, they are also the fastest to die, as for the remaining soldiers, no general with tens of thousands of troops can make everyone become their own diehards, and after their own death, they will be martyred.

Most of the time, it was a matter of martyrdom that took place under duress, and if these Tartar cavalry continued to fight, it was basically no different from a funeral.

Zhang Wuji stood on the back of a horse and looked around, and it was strange that the war horse was quietly motionless under his feet.

The entire battlefield was within three or five miles of the range, and there were horses scattered everywhere, and the most on the ground were all kinds of corpses, and the tartars kneeling on the ground were mixed with the corpses, which looked inconspicuous. There was still sporadic resistance, but under the attack of the men led by the Ruijin Banner and the Eagle King, it was only a matter of time before it perished.

With a "bang", Zhang Wuji threw the mace on the ground, took out a clean hand towel from his arms and wiped the blood stains on the steel gun.

Zhuang Zheng has begun to command his subordinates to gather scattered war horses, these are God-given treasures, and it is a pity to give up.

The men and horses of the flood banner and the southeast branch began to collect the prisoners of war, instructed them to carry the corpses, separated the horse corpses from the human corpses, and the horse corpses could continue to be used, and the human corpses were piled up by them, but the clothes and so on were cleaned up.

It's already sunset, and it won't take half an hour for the sun to go down completely, and the night is coming, and some things will not be good to do at that time, and they are hurrying up

Houtuqi set up tents in the forest to prepare for camping, which is close to the mountain, and there is snow on the mountain, so it is easier to get water.

The Huotou army also began to build a stove to clean up the dead horse corpses, and tonight's Ming army's dinner will be dominated by these horse meats.

Everyone is doing their part, tense and orderly.

Hou Cheng returned to his post with the guards, and after a battle, the guards were the only team that did not lose, which was also their luck.

Xiao Zhao and the three daughters kept looking for the figure that worried them on the battlefield, and after looking for a long time, they saw Zhang Wuji's figure and immediately rushed to it.

Zhang Wuji also saw the figure of the third girl, and walked over to the third girl, the head and body of the third girl were also full of bloodstains, and it seemed that there was no shortage of enemies, he swept his senses, and found that they were not injured, so these bloodstains must be on the enemy's body.

The three girls ran to him, their eyes flashed with tears, and they were about to throw themselves into his arms habitually, but the three girls acted together and immediately discovered the actions of their companions, hesitated, and immediately stopped, and also noticed that Hou Cheng and the others were by her husband's side, and they were standing on the battlefield at the moment, this kind of behavior was obviously inappropriate, and Zhang Wuji's eyes were full of worry and love.

Zhang Wuji said: "Okay, don't be like this, I'm not injured, you have to believe me." As he spoke, he also showed off his clean clothes.

"Although Xiao Zhao knows that Childe is capable, he just can't help but worry about you, there are too many Tartars." Xiao Zhao's eyes were filled with tears, and he said pitifully, very cute.