More than 3,000 people rushed very carefully along the way in the middle of the night, and after dawn, about ten miles east of Shuitou City, the pacification spies sent by Han Saburo found a small Khitan tribe and brought back detailed information about this Khitan tribe.

This is a nomadic Khitan tribe, with more than 3,000 tents, the number of people should be about seven or eight thousand, there are men and women, but obviously there are more women than men, and most of the men are old, weak, sick and disabled.

This is a small Khitan tribe that is not very wealthy, and it is obvious that most of the warriors of this tribe have gone to attack Shuitou City, and there is no return.

Zhang Bin looked up at the sky, and when they passed, it was almost noon. The Khitans had only two meals a day, one at noon and one at night. Calculating the time, the time when they killed was the time when the Khitans were eating.

The venture out of Shuitou City came to exterminate the Liao tribe, and this kind of small tribe was their most suitable target, so after Zhang Bin figured out the situation again, he immediately ordered: "Mu Qiu, you lead people to rush into that small Khitan tribe, and anyone who resists will be killed." Afterwards, we rest and replenish food and grass in this tribe. ”

Orimuqiu was murderous and immediately took the order.

Zhang Bin instructed Han Sanlang: "Ten miles away from the spies, there is a big movement here, and the nearby Khitan tribes will definitely notice it and come to support." ”

Han Saburo agreed and immediately went to arrange.

With three thousand cavalry, Orimuqiu rushed towards the small tribe in the distance. Zhang Bin, under the protection of the snake slave and a hundred soldiers, walked slowly behind.

Han Saburo's people had already spread out nearby.

Soon, the sounds of fighting and screams were heard among the small tribes ahead.

Li Siwa and a hundred soldiers were suddenly ready to move, with a murderous face.

Zhang Bin saw that a group of personal soldiers were eager to kill the enemy, and saw that the Liao people in the distant tribe had little power to fight back, so he said: "Let's go, let's also move our bodies." ”

Li Siwa and the 100 soldiers understood what Zhang Bin meant, let out a cheer, and rushed over with Zhang Bin's wind.

The Liao tribe was full of fire, screams came and went, the sound of weapons colliding and shouting and killing, and the neighing of horses were mixed together, and it looked particularly lively when watched from a distance. But if you look closer, it is cruel and bloody, and it is shocking.

Although Zhang Bin has shot and killed many Liao people on the head of Shuitou City, and even occasionally personally slashed and killed the Liao soldiers who attacked the city head these days, it was the first time to rush and kill in the field, and at this time, he couldn't help but boil his blood.

Zhang Bin used a horse chopping knife, he knew that he had snake slaves, Li Siwa and a hundred hundred soldiers around him to guard, he only needed to kill the enemy, and he didn't need to think too much about defense, so he roared to the sky and rushed into the battlefield.

Zhang Bin was a little nervous, and the saga in his hand was a knife to find a snake, and with two bells, he swung away the opponent's weapon.

"So easy?" Zhang Bin was a little surprised, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that when he was fighting with this Khitan, the snake slave and Li Siwa's weapons were threatening to cut down the Khitan, and the latter was obviously fighting with him in a state of distraction.

Zhang Bin saw that the snake slave and Li Siwa's guards were so intimate, and the hundreds of soldiers beside him followed closely and did not run around, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he would not be reckless, someone would protect and kill the enemy, just increase the actual combat experience, and ensure safety, why not do it! After all, he is a civilian official, not a real military general.

Zhang Bin took advantage of the situation with a knife, hanging on the whirring wind, and cut the Khitan man under the horse.

With a long breath, Zhang Bin rushed to the next target with a knife.

The Khitan warrior saw that Zhang Bin was a large group of people, turned his head and ran, Zhang Bin casually pulled out the arrow from the quiver, took a bow and shot an arrow, and shot the Khitan man's neck directly, the latter did not even scream, fell off the horse, and died on the spot.

The painting style on Zhemuqiu's side and Zhang Bin's side is very different, and everywhere you pass, people turn on their backs, and flesh and blood fly.

As Zhang Bin guessed, these Khitan people were cooking and had no defense.

Although the Liao people knew that Shuitou City was occupied by the Song army, the Song army was besieged in the city these days, and although they were vigilant, they did not have much defense.

"Those who descend will not be killed, and the order will go down!" In one breath, Zhang Bin slashed and shot in a row, killed eight people, won too much, and slightly vented the fire that had been nesting in his heart when he heard that the Liao army brutally killed thousands of people in Zhending Mansion yesterday.

"Those who descend do not kill, and those who descend do not kill." As the hundreds of soldiers around Zhang Bin shouted in unison, the resistance of this small Khitan tribe became more and more powerless.

Finally, an old voice shouted, "I'll surrender, don't kill again, don't kill again...... We surrender. ”

Seeing that the Khitans had all knelt down and there were no more people resisting, Zhang Bin shouted: "Stop!" ”

When Zhemuqiu heard Zhang Bin's order, he immediately led people to stop if he was a little uncomfortable.

The Khitans who were still alive had put down their weapons, and most of them were trembling and kneeling on the ground, and the camp was naturally a mess, with corpses everywhere, and some of the Khitans who were injured but not dead screamed in pain.

Zhang Bin ordered the captives to be gathered together, and there were more than 500 people left, of which only more than 100 were adult men, and the rest were women, children, and the elderly.

"You Song dogs? If you dare to kill people in our Khitan tribe, the army of our Southern Courtyard King will kill you all. A Khitan warrior in his thirties had red eyes and gritted his teeth and cursed.

"Humph! Over the years, you have killed me and the people of the Song Kingdom have been few, and killing you today is just to collect some interest. Zhang Bin looked hideous and shouted: "Kill him!" ”

Orimuqiu agreed, rushed over, and cut off the head of the Khitan warrior directly.

"This general, our tribe has never gone to the Song Kingdom to loot and kill people, and now that our tribe has surrendered, please let these women and children go." The old man who shouted for mercy continued to plead with Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin ignored him, but looked at the captives, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"General, kill me! You can put me to death, or you can divide my five horses into corpses, and I beg you to spare the women and children of our tribe!" Seeing that Zhang Bin ignored him, the old man's forehead kept smashing on the ground, and he continued to beg Zhang Bin for mercy.

"Old man, don't worry, I don't kill women and children, but although you are old and weak, with your age and the location of the tribe, you must have plundered our Song Kingdom when you were young, so you must die."

"As long as you can spare them, you can kill me as much as you want......" The old man was stunned for a moment, and continued to beg for mercy with a humble face.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Bin gave Zhemuqiu a look, Zhemuqiu waved the machete in his hand, and a cold glow swept in front of his eyes, the old man's head was cut off, but his body stood upright, and blood spurted out.

"Kill all the adult men." Zhang Bin ordered in a low voice to Folding Muqiu.

The 3,000 Zhejia army had been preparing for a long time, and immediately shouted and rushed towards the more than 100 Liao people who were kneeling on the ground.

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