Chapter 3: Blood Splatters Lives Are Over

The tartar pressed the woman to the ground, ignoring her cries.

The rest of the tartars, almost holding a woman in their hands, showed the ugliest side of willfulness. There was a girl, who resisted a little, and the tartar lying on her body roared angrily, grabbed her neck with both hands, and laughed.

Tiemo gripped his left hand into the dirt, letting the cold snow touch his cheek. The chill didn't calm him down, but the anger grew brighter and brighter.

Seeing that the girl was about to suffocate, Tiemo couldn't bear it anymore, jumped up, and the person ran down the slope like a cheetah.

"Kill..... Kill the Tartars ....."

There was an angry shout, like thunder on the ground, and the Tartars who were still playing with the women were dizzy. The Tartar, who wanted to strangle the girl, had just raised his head when he saw a tower-like bald man pounce on him.

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the strong man kicked over, and the tartar rubbed the ground and fell two feet away.

The power of a kick was like a heavy hammer, and the Tartar coughed up blood and wanted to get up, but at this time, the strong man followed, stomped down with his big feet, and stepped on the Tartar's neck.

The throat was broken, unable to breathe, the tartar clutched his neck, a mouthful of blood oozed out, and the only pain in his throat could come out.

Tiemo was the first to charge, but it was Hanhu who rushed to save the girl first.

"Kill the Tartar ....."

"Kill ......"

Iron ink rushed down the slope, and the iron spear stabbed down fiercely, stabbing a tartar that was still lying on top of the woman.

After all, it was the first time to kill someone, and there was a lack of ruthlessness in his bones, and he couldn't stab the vital point with one shot.

The tartar rolled on the spot, ignoring the wound on his shoulder, and picked up the knife on the ground, "Han people..... Sneak Attack ....."

Tiemo's eyes widened and he roared, "Fuck you.... Kill ....."

The spear flickered and stabbed forward again. The Tartar horizontal knife wanted to pick the head of the spear away, and the knife and gun hit each other, but he felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the head of the spear was unabated, and he couldn't stop it.

With a poof, the Tartar watched as the spear stabbed him in the heart, letting out a beastly howl.

Draw your gun and kick the tartar to the ground. Tartar looked at the Han man who turned around unwillingly, this Han man was so angry.

The Tartars had become a mess of porridge, and by surprise, several of them died.

In fact, the Tartars are not weak, and those who dare to form a team to go south to fight the grass valley are all ruthless characters in the Mongolian tribes. These Mongols grew up on horseback, grazing cattle and sheep, and hunting wild wolves.

If it weren't for being unprepared, he would never have been killed so embarrassed by a dozen guards.

It can only be said that these Tartars are too arrogant. When I came to Huolingpo, when I was resting, I didn't have any vigilance at all, and I still wanted to have fun.

Arrogance comes at a price after all.

In the blink of an eye, seven of the fifteen Tartars died, and the remaining eight Tartars gathered around the leading Mongolian strong man. They besieged the city in a small circle, and the scimitars in their hands were like sharp fangs, and two guards pounced on them, and they died immediately under the swords.

At this time, the gap between the guards and the Tartars was revealed.

Overcoming the initial panic, the Tartars brought their ferocity into full play, but the guards were eager to destroy the remnants of the Tartars, and several of them died under the Tartars' sword.

The guards still have an advantage in numbers, but in terms of combat effectiveness and ruthlessness, they can't compare with the Tartars at all.

The rest of the Tartars must not be allowed to come together, and a way must be found to separate them.

Tie Mo dragged Shi Hu over and whispered a few words, and after a while, Shi Hu ran over with a bundle of dead grass. Taking out the fire fold and igniting the dead grass, Shi Hu roared, and the burning grass pile smashed towards the top of the Tartar's head.

The grass pile fell to the ground, burning more and more, and the Tartars dared to get together, for fear of igniting the clothes on their bodies, and suddenly scattered in a hurry.

Seeing the opportunity, Tie Mo roared angrily and pounced again with the rest of the soldiers.

Tonight, either all of these Tartars will be slaughtered or they will all die at the hands of the Tartars.

A Tartar came up in a rage, and Tiemo met him with a spear, stabbed him to the ground, and then pounced on the strong Mongolian man in black armor.

The strong man also saw Tiemo, and forced the monkey in front of him to retreat with a knife, and killed Tiemo.

The strong man really saw that five Mongolian men died at the hands of this Han man.

"Roar.....

"Kill ....."

The strong man was angry, and his hand was ruthless, and the knife was like a meteor, and he quickly cut down. Tie Mo could only block the gun sideways, and with a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a feeling of paralysis in the hands holding the gun.

What a fast knife technique, so much strength.

Tiemo didn't retreat at all, saw the opportunity, dragged the spear upside down, and swept towards the strong man's head. The strong man didn't expect that Tiemo not only didn't retreat, but also launched a counterattack, his eyes were fixed, and he quickly bent down to dodge. As soon as he lowered his head, Tiemo jumped up, bent his knees and slammed into it.

The strong man was shocked in his heart, and he didn't have time to put away the knife, so he forcibly twisted his body and gave way to the left side, avoiding the vital point.

A strong man with pain on the top of his knees gasped for air, and his left rib cage was also broken. If it is pushed to the heart, I am afraid that half a life will be gone.

The strong man took two steps back, snorting and panting, his eyes red as blood. He spat blood and smiled a wicked grin, "Hey..... Interesting, Han Chinese, you are very good at fighting..... But you're dead..."

"If you enter your mother, it's not certain who will die or live!"

Tiemo was also shocked in his heart, he could avoid this, this Mongolian Tartar was really a ruthless character.

As he spoke, the Mongolian strong man tore off his black armor, revealing his thick black chest hair, and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Knife by gun, entangled again. The stronger the man became, the more fierce he became, although Tiemo was full of strange power, but after all, he had too little experience in the battle, and was gradually suppressed by the scimitar in the strong man's hand. The strong man whipped his legs, forcing Tie Mo to hide to the side, and at this moment, the strong man's scimitar swept over from a strange angle.

Tiemo's eyes widened, and he complained bitterly. In a hurry, the spear was on the ground, stopped its shape, and quickly ducked back. But even so, the scimitar left a heavy wound in the shoulder.

The thick smell of blood rushed in, and before Tie Mo could stand firmly, the strong man kicked over, only to feel that his chest was shattered, and the whole person flew out upside down and smashed to the ground.

"Han Dog..... You're dead..... You're all going to die....."

The strong man clenched his fist and clammed his chest and roared loudly.

With red eyes and rich chest hair, he resembles a bloodthirsty monster!

Tie Mo's heart was gloomy, is this going to die?

Seeing that the strong man's cold scimitar was about to be cut off, a figure rushed over and hugged the strong man's waist.

It was a thin figure, his name was Han Niu'er, an ordinary military household.

Han Niu'er hugged the waist of the strong man and cried loudly: "Blind man..... Fast..... Kill him...... Kill him......"

Seeing that he was about to kill the Han dog, he was suddenly blocked by a sheep. The strong man was furious, staring at his brass bell-like eyes, and his elbow hit Han Niu'er's chest one by one.

The elbow blow was like a hammer, and the sound of ribs breaking could almost be heard.

Han Niu'er almost lost his ability to think, and his heart was ruthless, and he opened his mouth to bite the strong man's neck.

The brawny man let out a creepy howl and struggled to turn the scimitar upside down, trying to slaughter the sheep hanging on his body.

Tiemo finally came to his senses, picked up the spear, endured the sharp pain on his body, and rushed forward.

The spear stabbed the strong man in the chest fiercely, and with one shot, almost exhausted all the strength of his body.

Burst!

The strong man looked at the spear stuck in his heart in disbelief, and the hand holding the knife hung down unwillingly. He was like a mountain, falling down heavily, crushing the emaciated Han Niu'er under him.

Tiemo only felt like his whole body was falling apart, and he didn't have the strength to pull it out. Under the strong man, Han Niu'er kept twitching, coughing up blood in his mouth, and red liquid flowed out of the corners of his eyes, I don't know if it was tears or blood.

Trying to move the strong man's nearly two hundred pounds away, he patted Han Niu'er on the cheek.

After a long time, Han Niu'er opened her eyes and grinned miserably, "Ahem..... We slaughtered him .... Ahem....."

Seeing that Han Niu'er had no worries about his life, Tie Mo was lying beside Han Niu'er, his limbs wide open, and his eyes were looking at the stars in the sky.

The wind swept through, but the thick smell of blood persisted.

At this time, even a girl who has no power to tie the chicken, as long as she walks over with a knife, she can slaughter Tiemo and Han Niu'er.

In the distance, the firelight flickered, Ruan Ergou had a knife stuck in his back, and the blood stained the torn jacket on his body, but he screamed wildly, clenched his fists, and smashed the face of the tartar with one punch. Gradually, the tartar became a blur of flesh and blood, and there was no sound. However, Ruan Ergou still smashed one punch after another until he could no longer raise his fist, and then lay on the body of the Tartar, smiling stupidly.

Tartar's face was rotten, and Ruan Ergou's hands were also rotten.

"Hey..... Killed another ..... Two of them..... Two up...... The baby has something to eat..... Ahem......"

At this time, out of fifteen Tartars, only one was still alive. A young and thin man frantically pounced on the Tartar, but every time he was kicked to the ground by the Tartar, but every time he fell, he quickly got up, he was like a mad dog that could not die.

Gradually, the remaining Tartar panicked a little, for he found that his companions were all dead, and he was the only one alive.

I really wanted to kill the mad dog in front of me, but I don't know where the knife in my hand was. After kicking the Han dog over, just as he wanted to escape, the Han dog entangled himself again.

He is obviously skinny, but where does he get the strength to resist so much?

Tartar was also a little crazy, he gave up on escaping, kicked the emaciated Han man over, bullied up, and slammed down with his huge fist.

"Han Dog..... You're going to die...... You're going to die......"

The thin man, constantly struggling, was not the opponent of the Tartar after all.

Seeing that he could kill this pestering Han dog, there was an angry cry in his ears, and the Tartar turned his head to look, only to see a bald man rushing over.

The bald man grabbed the waist of the tartar, shouted angrily, and lifted the tartar above his head, and then pressed it down, and his knees were up.

With a click, the Tartar's waist twisted in an irregular shape.

After Shi Hu killed the last Tartar, he helped the thin man to sit up, "Kela ..... ......"

Xie Qila spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and laughed miserably: "Brother Big Tiger...... I'm fine....."

Xie Kela did not have the joy of the rest of his life, but looked gloomily at the corpse of the Tartar next to him.