"My master, Dajin Meng'an Wanyan Sigong asked me to tell you: as long as you leave ten women and a hundred stones of grain, he will let you go."

Wanyan Huonu Mu Ran completed his task - to convey Wanyan Sigong's conditions to the Han people - this will be the last job he will do for Dajin.

"Huh." The one-eyed strong man stared at Wanyan Huonu's neck, and sneered and drew his waist knife.

Wanyan Huonu suddenly felt hairy, he didn't want to be the first head this guy obtained, so he hurriedly said:

"I don't think you should have promised him."

The waist knife was pulled out halfway, and Zhang Qiang looked at Wanyan in surprise.

"My mission is accomplished, and now I'm going to live for myself." Wanyan Huonu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I'm going to descend on you, don't kill me, I can shoot arrows accurately, and it will be useful to you." ”

Zhang Qiang was stunned for a while, then grabbed Yan Huonu's collar and dragged him into the car formation.

"Tie him up." Zhang Qiang instructed, and Baozi and another militiaman hurriedly stepped forward and took out a roll of hemp rope to tie Wanyan into zongzi.

"Then Yan Sigong is an idiot, don't be afraid of him!"

The girl struggled and shouted:

"He's actually afraid of you! Give me a bow, and I'll keep it with you!" He will never be able to break this car formation! ”

"Why do you say he's afraid of us?" Zhang Qiang asked.

"He's a clan warrior! He has a hundred cavalry, and even your militia does not dare to fight! He just didn't dare! ”

Wanyan said with certainty:

"Dajin's armor soldiers don't dare to fight your militia, what else can they do when your regular soldiers pass?"

"You believe me, Daikin, no, the Tartar is hopeless! You let me go, I'll kill the Tartars with you, cut a few more heads, it's good for us!" ”

The chubby bun whispered to the side, "You are the ...... of the Tartars." ”

"I don't want to be a tartar anymore!"

"Tartars can also be inappropriate if you don't think about it?" Baozi can't understand this logic.

"Let him go." Zhang Qiang interrupted a small argument about the identity of the Tartar: "Give him back his knife and bow." ”

"Brother Qiang, do you really believe him?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it." Zhang Qiang said: "But he is right, the Tartar is almost finished!" They don't even dare to do it head-on with our militia, and when the time comes, the soldiers of the new army will come and see what they will do! ”

Zhang Qiang squatted in front of Wanyan Huonu and said coldly: "You are a smart person, you know how to choose, right?" ”

"Of course!"

"Then go and scold."

Zhang Qiang cracked his mouth and smiled:

"Trick that coward Tartar who called Yan Sigong over, and if you kill a few more, you will be voted for."

A moment later, Wanyan Huonu stood on the roof of the big car, holding an iron horn in her hand, and shouted in the direction of Wanyan Sigong:

"Sagai! You dog minion! Lao Tzu is now a member of Daqi! You coward, quickly kneel down and kowtow to Lao Tzu to make amends! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will catch you and give Lao Tzu as Aha! ”

The Jurchen cavalry suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Living girl! You are crazy! How dare you betray Daikin! ”

The breeze sent the angry scolding of the Tartars in the distance.

The girl is out, and there is no turning back now anyway.

"you Maddaikin! A bunch of dog tartars! ”

"You're really a Tartar too......." Baozi whispered behind him.

Wanyan Huonu ignored him and continued to shout: "Sakai! Surrender! When Lao Tzu is killed in Liaoyang, all the men in your family will have to die! Wife and daughter are slaves! ”

"He is indeed a Tartar." Zhang Qiang also snorted coldly.

There was a slight confusion on the Jurchen side, and it took half an hour to reorganize the formation, and then began to slowly approach the convoy.

Wanyan Huonu's sudden surrender blocked all the retreats of Wanyan Sigong.

If he doesn't fight now, then he will have nothing to do except be embarrassed and eat food for a few days in vain.

Of course, the princes will not let him go.

So he had no choice but to attack - this was already his only way to survive.

"Living girl! You traitor! Lao Tzu is going to carve you alive! ”

Regardless of whether the other side can hear it or not, Wanyan Sigong roared wildly:

"Attack! Offensive! Kill them and don't leave them behind! ”

"Phew!"

The Jurchens let out strange screams at the same time, and galloped wildly!

With the sound of hooves, a hundred Jurchen cavalry instantly rushed closer to a distance of 70 paces, and the riders in front stood up from their horses at the same time with their stirrups, loosened the reins, controlled the mount with only their legs, skillfully took out the horse bow with both hands, and threw light arrows at the chariot formation.

A burst of cotton-like fluffs sounded, the Jurchen cavalry shot beads in succession, hundreds of light arrows flew into the air, flew to the highest point, and then rushed to the car formation.

"Block!" Zhang Qiang reminded in a hoarse voice.

All the militia and the population skillfully hid behind the wagons or large wooden shields made by themselves.

There was a soft sound of a clang, and the light arrows kept falling, and the Jurchen cavalry began to shoot arrows from 70 paces away until they approached 30 paces.

By this time they had shot nearly ten rounds and nearly a thousand light arrows, piercing the carriage facing them like hedgehogs.

However, the militia had long been guarding against this, and the thick wooden planks were enough to block most of the heavy arrows from firing at close range, and the light arrows were naturally unable to cause much damage.

It's just the charge of hundreds of cavalry, and the momentum is still very intimidating.

I don't know who, but after the first poorly trained militiaman couldn't help but pull the trigger, all the arquebuses and muskets on this side opened fire one after another, and a puff of white smoke rose from the formation, and the lead bullets flew, but none of the Tartar cavalry fell off their horses.

"Listen to me, don't fire!" Zhang Qiang shouted anxiously: "Shit! Reload! ”

The militiamen let out a slightly frightened cry as they shivered and fumbled for gunpowder and lead.

There were too many novices in this emigrant convoy who had not participated in the battle, and if there were a few veterans who had participated in the battle of the Yellow River, even if they were militiamen, they would not be intimidated by the charge of the Tartar cavalry to the point of opening fire without permission.

"Silly dog! Don't fire! Zhang Qiang grabbed the bun that was trying to continue to light the other fire doors of the three-eyed gun, and shouted in his ear: "Take the three-eyed one, listen to my order and shoot again!" ”

As he spoke, the Tartar cavalry had approached a distance of nearly twenty paces.

After Yan Sigong shouted angrily, the Tartars in the front row skillfully jumped down from the galloping horses, drew heavy cold weapons such as heavy swords, one-handed axes, and maces, and rushed straight towards the car formation.

With a whoosh, a willow-leafed heavy arrow flew sideways, hitting the face of a Tartar armor soldier, and the heavy arrow cluster was full of power, piercing through the armor's skull and burrowing out a long section.

Wanyan Huonu stood on the roof of the car, using a horn bow, calmly shooting at her comrades just now, and now the enemy.

After the first arrow hit, the second arrow flew shortly after, this time hitting the eye socket of a Tartar soldier, and the guy immediately threw away the tiger tooth broadsword in his hand, covered his eyes and howled on the ground.

Then the third, fourth, fifth, .......

Wanyan Huonu shot six arrows in a row, and the arrows hit the vital point, killing six Tartar armor soldiers in one fell swoop!