The sound of hundreds of war horses was by no means an ordinary small movement, and a dozen children who were playing at the entrance of the village raised their heads one by one after hearing this sound and looked at the place where the sound came from.

This voice is not unfamiliar to them, and they have heard it from time to time before. There have been countless times when the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom have ridden war horses with countless Ming dogs behind them. So I didn't feel any fear, but a little yearning, because every time they would get something Minggou.

Unlike the child, the old man looked solemnly at the place where the voice came. As a veteran who had followed the old Khan on the battlefield for many years, the old man could hear that the sound of the horse's hooves this time was different from usual, but there was some urgency, as if he was initiating a charge.

At the same time, seven or eight more people about the same age as the old man appeared in the village, and everyone frowned.

"Pouting, what's the situation, isn't it the warrior of my Dajin Kingdom"?

Just now, one of the seven or eight people came out and asked the old man who had been at the entrance of the village.

"I don't know. But I don't know why, I always feel a faint uneasiness in my heart."

Knotted pouted with a solemn face, now because the Great Khan wants to use troops against the Ming Kingdom, all the young and middle-aged people in the village have been transferred, and now there are only some women, children and old people left, once there is really an enemy situation, I am afraid that it will be difficult to escape, I just hope that my guess is wrong.

The confusion did not last long, and soon hundreds of war horses appeared in their sights.

"It's not good, it's a bright dog".

When hundreds of batches of war horses appeared, everyone instantly reacted. Because it is too easy to distinguish the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, although they have won a hundred battles, the clothes on their bodies are still some deerskins, or some ordinary clothes, and the hundreds of war horses on the opposite side are all wearing red clothes, and the red clothes are the standard configuration of the Ming army.

Now the best way is to flee back to the village, use the house to block the cavalry charge, so as to deal with it, but the dozen or so children at the entrance of the village are looking at the cavalry on the opposite side with a yearning face, for these cavalry children have always thought that they are the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, because they have never seen the Ming army.

Seven or eight old people wanted to return to the village as soon as possible, but they couldn't let go of the dozen or so children at the entrance of the village, knowing that they were the hope of the village.

The Jurchens, who had just come out of the deep mountains and old forests, had already lived a half-farming and half-nomadic life, but they still retained a trace of the shadow of the tribe in their bones, and they attached great importance to the survival of their tribe.

"Children, run with us," Yuk pouted anxiously at the dozen or so children.

It's just that the children are still a little confused, looking at their grandfather, who is close to people on weekdays, they will always be so anxious today.

Of course, there are some children who also seem to see that the pouting is wrong. When he heard the words of the knot, he didn't look back, but turned around and ran towards the village.

The Ming Jun scout, who was riding on a war horse, shouted excitedly when he saw the scene at the entrance of the village.

The cavalry's charge was based on a speed, and in an instant, hundreds of groups of war horses rushed to the entrance of the village. At this time, everyone held the reins in their left hand, and their right hand waved their war knives and gently slashed through the children's necks.

Some of the children were so short that some soldiers had to bend over to get there. As some heads flew into the sky, the entire village was suddenly immersed in a slaughter.

"Pout, boys".

In a low-slung house, seven or eight elderly people with weapons in their hands looked through the windows at the slaughter of the Ming army outside.

"Ran three, as for the rest of the ......". The pouting voice was a little low, and when everyone heard this, they fell silent, and the others naturally became a corpse.

"Damn this group of bright dogs, they don't even let go of children."

How can I say that the crow stands in the coal pile and only sees others black, but does not see that it is black itself. The pouting did not arouse the approval of the rest of the old people, but pouted their lips one by one.

When they were young, they all followed the eldest Khan to fight in the east and west, and they were in the same village, so they were naturally much closer, and everyone was together in every military operation.

What everyone does on weekdays is the purpose, and I think what you did at the beginning was much more ruthless than them.

Think about the fact that in order to force a bright dog woman, you directly threatened to throw other people's two children into the fire, but in the end, after sleeping with someone, it was not a knife.

At this time, a Ming army scout seemed to notice this, tightened the knife in his hand, and quietly walked towards the low house, and a few people immediately held their breath.

The scout gently pushed the door open, but it was pitch black because of the low size of the house, especially since it was hard to see inside when he stood in the light and looked into the darkness.

Gently raising his feet and walking towards the house, his eyes kept looking at the four weeks, trying to get his eyes used to the darkness in the house.

"Who"?

The scout had just taken a few steps in when he suddenly noticed that there were seven or eight people in the room, and he was so frightened that he lost his voice and tried to escape in an instant.

It's just that it's really too late at this time, although a few people are already in their 50s, but because they were soldiers in the army when they were young, their physical fitness is quite good, just a step, they came to the side of the waiter, and the knife in their hands was also inserted into the soldier's body.

The pain of the steel knife entering his body made the scout let out the last cry of his life, and then his eyes were black, and his body lay down limply.

"It's Xiao Dingtian's voice."

The last sound of this scout also alarmed the rest of the Ming scouts, and they ran in the direction from which the sound came from.

After a while, more than 10 Ming army scouts came, but looking at the low house in front of them, everyone didn't have the heart to go in.

The unknown is always in the face of fear, and this low house is like the open mouth of a demon. In particular, the screams of his comrades before him came from inside this house, and everyone surrounded them one by one.

In this small village of hundreds of families, the only thing that really has resistance is in the hut in front of them, and soon everyone gathered outside this hut one by one covered in blood.

"What the situation".

A soldier who has never seen it written will never be a qualified soldier, and after this massacre, Wu Sangui finally grew up. Although his voice seemed to have some doubts at this time, it had a faint murderous aura.

"See the little general, just now one of our brothers died here."

Hearing this, Wu Sangui couldn't help but squint his eyes, he never thought that it was just a small village, and it would lose a brother.

"Go and press the Jiannu we caught."

Soon, a dozen soldiers pushed Saza and pressed a team of fifty or sixty people to slowly approach. Some of the slower walkers were ruthlessly kicked to the ground by the scout.

The few people in the house looked at the scene outside the house, and they already thought of the method that the young and unseemly person outside seemed to want to use.

"Hostage".