The sun was shining, and several heads with clear scalps appeared on the horizon, and the palm-sized hair was braided into a money rat braid hanging on the back of the head, which was ugly.

There was only a team of seven people, but the clothes were disorganized and varied.

Some are wearing white cotton armor, some are wearing Mongolian robes, and some are wrapped in Han cotton clothes, four real slaves, two Tartars, and one is responsible for leading the way of the Ming army, the standard formation of the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

"Flip the Tartars, and try to capture the people alive."

Wu Chengfeng drew his knife out of the sheath, sat on the horse and was murderous, and assigned combat tasks.

"No!"

Not for the prudence of the thousands of households, Wu Chengfeng's brocade generals were full of confidence and responded with a bang.

As the elite of the brocade guards, everyone present is a master of one in a hundred, they are skillful, take out the crossbow and install the arrows, and tighten the elongated pipe sleeve and embroidered spring knife.

Ma Zhan pays attention to an inch long and an inch strong, and the embroidered spring knife used by Jinyi Wei will undoubtedly suffer if it is not lengthened.

On the opposite side, seeing Wu Chengfeng and other eleven Ming soldiers from a distance, the Tartars were not surprised but rejoiced, waving the waist knife in their hands and whining loudly and rushing up.

In their opinion, this is the feat.

As long as they rush forward, the Ming soldiers will definitely scatter and flee, and the unorganized stragglers are not at their mercy.

It's just that today's situation is a bit special, and they met the Ming warriors who dared to fight each other in short combat.

When they were 100 meters apart, the pairs began to shoot at each other.

At such a short distance, the two sides only had to send an arrow, and the high-speed galloping war horses had already reached the time of hand-to-hand combat.

The Tartar archery skills are superb, and in the high-speed movement, the brocade-clothed soldier who rushed in front of Wu Chengfeng was shot in the chest by an arrow from the Tartar, and he whimpered and fell off the horse without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

This scene stimulated Wu Chengfeng's heart and gall, and the blood in his chest surged, and he couldn't care about anything else.

"Kill!"

Sandwiching the war horse with his legs, Wu Chengfeng condescendingly rushed down from the hillside, and the nearly one-meter-long embroidered spring knife plus the casing was about one meter three.

The powerful and heavy knife slashed towards the Tartar with a whistling sound, and the Tartar in front of him showed a frightened look on his face and blocked with all his might, but he was still slashed by Wu Chengfeng about three inches off his shoulder.

The killing technique honed for more than ten years showed its power at this moment.

Wu Chengfeng didn't wait for the knife to be old, and the embroidered spring knife took advantage of the momentum to pull horizontally, and the head of the Tartar scout flew out of his shoulder, and the blood in his neck shot out like a spring.

"Die!"

Out of the corner of his eye, Wu Chengfeng saw a Tartar trying to sneak up on him, took out a dagger from the pocket on the side of the saddle, and threw it at him with force.

"Poof!"

The tartar clutched the dagger inserted into his chest, and the blood instantly poured out.

Before he could react, a brocade-clothed soldier rushed out next to him, and a sharp embroidered spring knife stabbed through his waist, and the long blade pierced his body with blood......

"Fourth, be careful!"

The situation on the battlefield was unpredictable, and Wu Chengfeng saw a Tartar take out a bow and arrow, and shoot it at the robe that was fighting fiercely with the leader of the Tartar scouts.

In a hurry, Wu Chengfeng didn't think about anything, urged the war horse, and rushed towards the direction of the bow and arrow.

Seeing the long arrows whizzing in, Wu Chengfeng couldn't dodge, gritted his teeth, turned his body sideways, and met it with his left shoulder.

With a "poof", Wu Chengfeng was hit by an arrow in his left arm.

Because of the close distance, the huge impact force almost caused him to fall off his horse.

When his life was at stake, Wu Chengfeng gritted his teeth to endure the pain, stabilized his body, a killing intent suddenly rose in his eyes, he shouted, and used all his strength to slash the embroidered spring knife wheel.

The Tartar didn't expect Yu Youhan to move so quickly, and he didn't have time to throw away the bow and arrow in his hand, so he slashed diagonally and got off the horse, and he died with a whimper.

Of the seven Tartar scouts, Wu Chengfeng killed three by himself, and the rest of the battle was relatively simple.

What is needed on the battlefield is cooperation, and individual bravery is just icing on the cake, and it is not of great use.

Eventually, after paying the sacrifice of a brocade-clothed soldier, the Tartar Scout Squad was slaughtered.

Even the Ming descendants, who had previously said that they would stay alive, were not spared.

Kill the red eye!

The sudden hustle and bustle of the battlefield immediately quieted down, and the ownerless war horse snorted, adding a bit of sadness and poignancy to the quiet battlefield.

Encounters are like that, life and death in an instant. Especially this small-scale special operation, brutal and unusual.

His subordinates carefully helped Wu Chengfeng bandage the arrow wound on his left arm, and his eyes were full of reverence.

The strong on the battlefield are always respected and worshipped, and Wu Chengfeng killed three Tartars alone, which can be said to be the great hero of this battle.

Wu Chengfeng sat on the stone on the side of the road, carefully wiping the bloodstains on the embroidered spring knife, and the blood in his heart had gradually calmed down.

The sun drove away the cold of winter, but Wu Chengfeng's heart was heavy.

The war was so cruel that the comrades-in-arms who were still alive just now became a cold corpse in an instant, lying in the saddle.

It's really standing in and going out sideways.

Jinyi Guard, worthy of the loyal guardian of the royal family.

"After this battle, what do you think of the Tartars' combat effectiveness?"

As soon as Fang Zhenghua heard that Wu Chengfeng was injured, he immediately put down the affairs in his hand and hurriedly ran over to visit.

However, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I saw that he was only injured in the arm. The sword has no eyes, and some injuries are small things.

"It's okay, it's not as amazing as it is rumored outside, it's just that the bow and horse are skillful, and they are not afraid of death. If there are 100,000 soldiers in brocade clothes, where is there room for Tartar arrogance? ”

Wu Chengfeng said proudly.

Actions speak louder than words!

He killed three Tartars in one battle, and it was a scout war, all of them were Tartar elites, so there is such a saying.

"Excellent! Take good care of your injuries, and our family will give you credit. ”

Fang Zhenghua narrowed his eyes, praised him, and then left in a hurry.

Clearing the ears and eyes of the Tartars and turning them into blind and deaf people was the task given to him by Emperor Chongzhen.

Now that the knife is being tested, it has increased Fang Zhenghua's confidence that he will arrange the next important battle.

A battle that belongs to the glory of the factory guard.