Rely on ~ to kill three tartars, only three hundred taels of silver, the wolf has more meat and less meat, not enough to eat. ”

After the war, Wang Daniu, Chen Haozi, Li Fugui, scholars and others gathered together, looked at the three people in the bamboo basket behind Li Fugui, and couldn't help but curse.

Three heads, they worked together to kill three Tartars, and when they wanted to kill more Tartars, they found that the Tartars had been killed.

"There is still Hukou Pass ahead, everyone is rushing this way, hurry up and ride a Tartar horse to rush, otherwise the silver will be robbed."

This is someone riding a horse came over, holding a scimitar that had just been captured from the hands of the Tartars, carrying the Tartars' bow and arrows on his back, riding the Tartars' war horse.

The Ming army has already killed the red eyes, and after a period of fighting just now, they found that the Tartars are not as terrible as they imagined, when the knife is cut over, they will die the same, and when everyone is fierce, they will be afraid, the same will be timid, and the same will run away.

At present, most of the Tartars in Hukou Pass have come out, and more than 3,000 Tartars have been divided up by 20,000 Ming troops, one by one, some of them have a head pinned to their waists, smiling like a big fat man of two hundred and fifty, with red eyes, like a demon from hell, rushing towards Hukou Pass.

As for some of those who didn't grab the head, their eyes were even more blood-red and blood-red, and when they looked at the heads on other people's waists, their eyes were red.

This Tartar's head is worth a hundred taels of silver, and one head is enough for them to get all their belongings, and they can buy dozens of acres and live the life of a rich peasant.

So these people ran faster, and rushed towards the Hukou Pass like crazy, and there were more than a thousand Tartars in the Hukou Pass, so they always had to grab one or two.

"Haha, won~"

On the top of the mountain, the general in armor clenched his fists excitedly, and directly killed three thousand tartars, which was also a great achievement for him, after taking the Hukou Pass, not to mention anything else, the five thousand tartars destroyed alone could also bring him tens of thousands of taels of silver.

"Tartars aren't anything remarkable."

At this time, he couldn't help but think so.

Before the fight, I still felt a little empty, but who knew that this fight, more than 3,000 Tartars, in the past, more than 3,000 Tartars were enough to surround the city guarded by tens of thousands of people.

But now, he was torn to pieces by his own men, and these soldiers under his command were like crazy, and they were extremely violent.

"Good fellow, what's that guy's name?"

"The one with five heads pinned to his waist?"

Soon, his attention was attracted by a person, this person was tall and large, wearing armor made by Miyun Iron Factory, holding a horizontal knife made by Miyun Iron Factory, riding a war horse that had just been captured under his crotch, and rushing to the front of the team in the first place.

But that's not the point, what really catches people's attention is that he has five human heads tied around his waist, there is no doubt that the blood is still dripping down because the human head has just been cut off, and his armor and hair are full of blood, like a demon god bathed in blood.

"His name is Yang Yun, and he is quite good at practicing martial arts in his family, but he didn't expect to kill five Tartars in such a short period of time."

Someone next to him hurriedly said.

"Yang Yun?"

The general nodded, and then looked at Hukou Pass again.

On the Hukou Pass, the Tartars looked very frightened, because there were only 5,000 soldiers and horses stationed here, and more than 3,000 people went out to support, but it was less than a stick of incense, and more than 3,000 people were gone, and more than 10,000 Ming troops were surging towards Hukou Pass.

But this is not what makes them afraid, they have dealt with the Ming army countless times in the past, if before, on this empty flat land, the remaining more than a thousand people would dare to rush directly over.

But now, looking at these Ming soldiers rushing over, one by one with their heads pinned to their waists, bathed in blood, and red eyes, like demons from hell, their eyes were extremely cold, as if hungry wolves were looking at sheep, without the slightest emotion.

This is what they are really afraid of, especially Yang Yun who rushed to the front, it was like a demon god, the five heads on his waist were constantly beating with the running of the war horse, seeing this scene, the Tartars on the tiger's mouth were terrified.

"What about the Ming Army~What about the Ming Army~"

"Is it already gone?"

Batur, the leader of the Tartars, who had hurriedly risen from the bed, asked as he pulled over one of the Tartars beside him.

He had actually received a report from his subordinates just now, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and immediately returned to his room after hurriedly ordering a rescue to have fun with a few stolen beauties.

It's just that he hasn't had a happy time to play, and his subordinates came to report in a panic, so he hurriedly got up from the quilt and came to the city head of Hukou Pass in annoyance.

"I've rushed over~"

The men under him pointed to the Ming army who rushed over, and the whole person trembled slightly.

Batu looked at the city pass, and directly more than 10,000 Ming troops rushed towards his side like a mighty tide, and looked into the distance, where the battlefield just now was engaged, there were corpses lying horizontally, and more than 3,000 cavalry under his command were gone?

"These are still Ming Army?"

Batu couldn't help but wipe his eyes, he has done too much in the past few days, is his eyes a little dizzy, these real Ming soldiers in front of him have their heads tied around their waists, and their eyes are red, like demons.

Especially the Yang Yun who rushed to the front, he was like a demon god, and the heads on his waist were constantly shaking, and he could still clearly see that these heads were all grassland people like himself.

"Arrow~Arrow~"

Batu panicked all of a sudden, looked at the few people left in the city, and then looked at the dense Ming army rushing over, and suddenly the whole person panicked.

With Batu's order, above the Hukou Pass, wave after wave of arrows shot towards the Ming army rushing over, at this moment, they didn't find that this scene was too similar to their attack on the city held by the Ming army, but now the identities of the two sides are reversed.

Yang Yun, who rushed to the front, held a horizontal knife in his hand and put his body on the horse's back, which could reduce the area of the shot, and at the same time constantly urged the war horse to rush towards the city pass.

"Huh~"

A bow and arrow hit Yang Yun very accurately.

"Keng~"

The armor Yang Yun was wearing was of very good quality, and this bow and arrow only left a dimple on it, and it didn't penetrate at all, so Yang Yun didn't do anything.

"The armor and horizontal knife of Miyun Iron Factory are really good things, I originally thought that this armor was very light, and it should not be of much use, but I didn't expect it to be so hard."

"And the horizontal knife is really easy to use, extremely sharp, and very handy, this time if you don't kill ten Tartars, I'm really sorry for this set of armor and weapons."

Feeling the bow and arrow bounce off the armor, Yang Yun couldn't help but praise in his heart, the armor and weapons donated by Miyun Iron Factory really didn't say that they were light in weight, but the quality was good.

He rode a war horse like a whirlwind, shuttling in the rain of arrows, and rushed to the bottom of the city pass in a blink of an eye, the city pass of the Hukou Pass is facing the grassland side is the front, and the side facing the Ming is the inner side, and the inner side is a wide staircase to facilitate and quickly support the manpower and materials above the city.

Therefore, Yang Yun rode a war horse and rushed directly towards the top of the Tiger Pass.

"Kill him~"

Seeing him rushing up, several Tartars drew their scimitars from their waists and killed Yang Yun.

"Drink~"

Yang Yun shouted violently, his hand raised the knife and fell, and the horizontal knife in his hand waved a few shadows, instantly cutting the scimitar of the Tartar in half, and rising into the sky with a few good heads.

"Haha, it's another three hundred taels of silver."

Yang Yun's eyes were quick, and his left hand immediately caught the three heads, then tied them to his waist, and immediately killed the other tartars with red eyes.

"Demon ~ Demon ~"

"He's not human~"

"He's a demon of hell~"

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, the other Tartars were frightened, and they couldn't help shouting out one by one, no one dared to stop him at all, and they spread their legs and ran back.

"I want to run, no way!"

Yang Yun slapped the war horse fiercely, the war horse rushed up in pain, and the horizontal knife in his hand opened the bow left and right, forcing him to kill from the foot of the city pass to the top of the city pass alone.

In the back, his head was too much to tie down, so he could only temporarily pile the head aside, and at the same time shouted violently: "Don't move my head, otherwise don't blame the horizontal knife in my hand for not recognizing people." ”

With his loud shout, some people who wanted to snatch other people's heads were suddenly half frightened to death, looking at Yang Yun, who was chopping melons and vegetables among the tartars, and after thinking about it, he still killed the tartars with red eyes.

"Kill him~"

"Kill him~"

Batu's whole person was frightened, looking at Yang Yun, who was killing him like a whirlwind, and hurriedly said to the people around him.

It's just that the people under him are already frightened, and at this time, the entire city pass is also full of Ming troops, and they have red eyes and cold eyes looking at every living Tartar.

"Haha, come here, your head is worth a hundred taels of silver!"

Yang Yun looked at the terrified Batu, the horizontal knife in his hand swept over, and Batu's men fled in horror, and no one dared to stop Yang Yun at all.

Batu struggled to raise the scimitar in his hand, wanting the other party to fight, but before his scimitar was raised, the head had already been thrown away, and he watched himself get higher and higher.

"It's another hundred taels of silver, and it looks like it's still a head."

Yang Yun kicked Batu's head into a corner, where dozens of heads had been piled up.