Chen Xiong, who is a master of art and feels that he has a trick, no longer dodges and dodges, but walks on the avenue with swagger.

"Oh, I feel it in my left hand, up." Feeling the beating of his left hand, the fat brother knew that it was time to collect the body again. Although the hell is a little disgusting and scary, the pleasure after thinking about it is even more addictive.

It was a mixed Manchu and Han village, and although most of them were Han Chinese, they were all only slaves of the Jurchens.

After observing for a day, Chen Xiong already knew the situation in the village. In the whole village, there were about 100 male slaves, dozens of female slaves, all of whom were young and young, very few middle-aged people, and none of the old people. There are fifty or sixty Tartars in total, and excluding the disabled or too small Tartars, there are at least twenty male and female Tartars with good combat effectiveness. The Jurchen tribe, which has lived like savages for generations, has made almost all the people soldiers, and women and teenagers have strong combat effectiveness.

Jiang Er looked at the sheep lightly, he didn't dare to be meticulous, if there was one less sheep, he would have to lose a few fingers if he didn't die.

On these hillsides, there were more than two dozen Han Chinese slaves who were grazing like him. Left unattended, they didn't even dare to run away. Where can they run without surplus food, and there are cavalry guards at the surrounding intersections, it is impossible for them to leave Liaodong and return to Jinan in this life.

The artist was bold, Chen Xiong swaggered towards Jiang Er, and he had no intention of hiding it at all.

"Ah, who are you?" Jiang Er hurriedly retreated in shock, although the guy in front of him was not tall, his sturdy body made people look desolate.

After seeing the short spear hunting bow steel knife again, Jiang Er immediately ran: "Uncle, okay, you go quickly, we will all die when someone finds out." ”

Jiang Er didn't dare to run too far, if the sheep were stolen by the bandits in front of him, he wouldn't be able to survive.

"Phew, garbage." Seeing Jiang Er's fart rolling in urine, Chen Xiong sighed again in contempt!

He no longer approached Jiang Er, but walked up the hill and shouted below: "Wild boar skin Jurchen Tartar Manchu garbage, your uncle is here again, get out of here." ”

The sound was loud and sound, and it surged in all directions repeatedly.

"Ah, the Han dog is so daring, give me armor." The middle-aged and elderly Tartar, who was already weak and about to die, died in bed in anger. The Dead Tartars, as the last of Nurhachi's personal guards, killed hundreds, if not thousands.

The old leader of the village was angry to death, and soon dozens of Tartars rushed to the hillside behind the village. All of them were on horseback, and even children as young as five or six years old followed them with bows and arrows.

"Damn, the whole family is out, this is!" As soon as he saw this formation, Chen Xiong immediately ran.

Rumble...

The galloping horses were fierce, and the sheep scattered in all directions.

Jiang Er, who was kneeling on the ground, felt a gust of wind sound, and several arrows had been inserted into his head and back. In the end, he tried to lie on his side on the grass, he didn't want to be on his knees before he died, if he had fought hard, he would not have looked down on himself until he died.

Soon the fat brother ran into the bushes, and with the help of the leaves, he jumped close to the small tunnel that had been dug beforehand. The tunnel is only three meters long and one meter deep, and it is covered with wooden strips and turf, which is difficult to find without paying attention.

Dozens of large and small war horses surrounded this hundred-meter grass. The Tartars smiled with contempt, for hunting in the grass was their forte.

"Everyone, pay attention, who shoots the Han pig first and rewards the sheep." The thirty-year-old Tartar had an empty left hand, but the mace in his right hand was still so sharp and hideous.

"Haha, let's see how long the Han pig can endure." There are many mosquitoes, snakes and ants in the grass and trees, and no one can endure it for a long time without moving.

There are mosquitoes and all kinds of insects in the tunnel, but they are ripe. When the insects and ants saw that the fat brother had to escape, they dared to provoke them.

Han pig! Chen Xiong's heart was furious, and the last trace of kindness in his heart disappeared.

He wanted to scold, but he was holding back his big move, and he didn't dare to move when he was so red that he didn't dare to move. Originally, the exit of hell that opened and closed naturally could discharge excess life force at any time, but at this time, he deliberately locked the exit and let the life force hold like this.

As the seconds passed, the fat man's whole body was fat, the body surface temperature was as high as more than 40 degrees, and his right hand was even more red and scary.

No, let's give it a try.

Chen Cangneng stood up violently and shouted at the same time, "Drink~ Dog Tartar looks at the move." ”

Eighteen palms of the dragon descending~

Boom~ A blazing ball of light burst out from his right hand and rushed towards a team of strongest Tartars like a qigong wave.

Boom~ The ball of light exploded when it touched the one-armed tartar, and the vitality of enthusiasm was sprinkled in all directions like hot water.

"Ah~~ How could it be."

The one-armed tartar was already ripe, and he lay down calmly, but the unripe tartars around him were still rolling and shouting.

"Help~~Save me~~" The smoking arm fell weakly.

"I'm so fierce." The distance of thirty meters directly killed the one-armed Tartar in an instant, and none of the surrounding Tartars of twenty meters escaped afterwards.

Xiuxiu~~ As soon as he squatted down, more than a dozen arrows were already flying above his head.

Chen Xiong broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly crawled to the other side of the tunnel.

Eighteen palms of the dragon descended, and the Tartar Zhuangding was killed in one move. The rest of the women and teenagers were frightened and angry, but they did not even dare to approach the ripe corpses. All they can do is keep shooting arrows until they finish their arrows.

"Hehe, don't you, then it's my turn." Chen Xiong smiled and then held back his move, his body was not yet cold, he didn't dare to come out again, but he had another trick.

I saw that his right hand was clenched into a fist, but his index finger pointed at the tartars that had been gathered.

"~Standard~~~"

The fat brother smiled and shot the ghast fragment at the female tartar who was fifty or sixty meters away. Ghast Shatter can shoot a hundred meters, and his random shot covers all the Tartars in it.

The tall female tartar was close to one meter eight, and her originally resolute eyes gradually faded at this time.

Phew~ Dozens of people and horses fell to the ground, convulsing together on the ground.

"Okay." Chen Xiong sprinted with all his strength as soon as he was happy, and the ghast shatter could only temporarily interfere with the living beings, and the strong soul could even quickly destroy the ghast. And ghasts are only useful for the first time, and if the Tartar faces ghast shatters for the second time, the ghast's power will be halved. Ghast wears away the soul, but it also sharpens the strong.

"Oh Buddha Mita, rest in peace! Ahh "The gates of hell were opened, and a large amount of spiritual power was thrown out.

Cool, the female tartar only felt a burst of pleasure coming, so she went out like that night, but the sauna that followed killed her.

They walked peacefully, but they didn't feel much pain in the ghast shards.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Chen Xiong suddenly felt a burst of guilt and horror. "Hehe, don't blame me, who called you tartars. In this era, either the Tartars die, or I, Chen Cang, can die. I don't want to die and I can't die, so! ”

The kindness of the Han people cannot be exchanged for good retribution, but can only be killed until the enemy has no power to resist. For the sake of the lives of tens of millions of Han people, he will never regret killing Tartars, even if it is a female Tartar and a little Tartar.

The Tartars are all destroyed, and as a good person with morals, it is naturally impossible to kill and bury them.

"Hey, there's no movement, what the hell is going on!"

"It's scary~"

At this time, the Han slaves also drove the cattle and sheep back to the stockade, and they all gathered together to wait for the disposal of the Tartar masters. Jiang Er's death made them even more afraid to resist, so they could only get together to keep warm to calm their hearts.