Chen Jisheng's sudden attack caused heavy casualties to the Tatar tribe, and the first snow since the beginning of winter covered the steppe with a snow-white bed. The people of the tribe could not have imagined that someone would come to attack at this time, and without any preparation, the casualties would inevitably be heavy.

Several tribal men rushed towards Xu Fuzuo who was galloping with scimitars in hand, and without the war horses, these men obviously lost half of their combat power. Having grown up on horseback, they are more agile when riding than when walking.

The men of the tribe are not afraid of death, but Xu Fuxuan is even more fierce, and the tribesmen without war horses are as if they are missing an arm. Xu Fu played the saber and handed it horizontally, and with the momentum of the war horse, he directly staggered with several tribal men.

Warm blood sprayed on the snow, and the arm holding the knife fell to the ground. He let out a muffled snort, and before anyone could react, hundreds of guards behind him had already galloped towards him.

In the sound of the concussive horses' hooves, a dazzling sword light appeared in the man's eyes, and then his head flew high, and the headless corpse was directly knocked away by the guard's war horse and thrown a few meters away, smashing a tent crack in front of him and collapsing it with a bang.

At this time, Xu Fuzuo had already seen Chen Jisheng and the others were fighting with a team of tribal men, and there were more than 100 people on both sides, and their strength was equal.

"Big brother, I'm here!" Xu Fu was arrogant, rode his horse and galloped up, and with a sabre split, he directly joined forces with Chen Jisheng to attack the generals in the tribe.

"A shameless thief, with the ability to fight alone." The tribal generals were forced to hurry by Chen Jisheng and Xu Fujuan, and immediately scolded.

"Jokes, Lao Tzu likes to beat you in groups, how can you bear me!" Chen Jisheng shouted arrogantly, and then the saber in his hand slashed more and more rapidly.

The tribal general suddenly felt very struggling, and under the combined efforts of Chen Jisheng and Xu Fuzuo, he couldn't cope with it at all, and after a few moves, there were already a few more wounds on his body. Fortunately, it was only a traumatic injury, and although some blood was shed, it was not fatal.

Although the tribal general will not be able to die for a while and a half, if no one comes to support him, it is estimated that he will not last long, and he will inevitably be beheaded by Chen Jisheng or Xu Fujuan.

The entire tribe was filled with the sound of killing, and it was clear that the Dongjiang army had begun to carry out full-scale killing. In ancient times, there was no such thing as old people and children on the battlefield, in short, once the fight started, it must be life and death, and there was no mercy at all.

The saber of the Dongjiang army was raised high, and all the enemies who appeared in front of them, whether adults or children, were slashed down, and then the fast-running horses' hooves trampled mercilessly over their bodies.

Everyone who fell to the ground, whether alive or dead, was ruthlessly trampled, and it was obviously difficult to find a complete corpse.

The killing continued until the evening, when none of the tenacious tribesmen surrendered, and the Dongjiang Army did not accept it.

When night fell, the blazing fire crackled, and the corpses of the dead people of the tribe were all sorted out into a big mountain by the Dongjiang army, and they were directly piled up on the grassland outside the tribe.

In such cold weather, there is no need to bury them at all, and they can be exposed to the surface like this, and there will be no epidemic. Moreover, even if there is an outbreak of the epidemic, the Dongjiang Army does not need to worry about it at all, because they will not stay here for long at all.

Several huge iron pots were burning on the fire, and the firehead army in charge of cooking had directly slaughtered dozens of sheep to cook in the cauldron. The tumbling broth exudes bursts of aroma, attracting countless mouths.

Chen Jisheng and Xu Fuzuo were sitting next to a cauldron at this moment, and in front of the two of them sat the general who was lucky to not die. At this moment, his face was like ashes, and he had completely lost the will to live.

Chen Jisheng rolled the broth in the pot with a big spoon, took a hard breath of the aroma, and said to the tribal general beside him with a smile: "You should grit your teeth and live, of course, the premise is that you want to avenge the dead people in the tribe." ”

The eyes of the tribal general suddenly exuded a fierce gaze, staring at Chen Jisheng tightly, like a dying wolf, roaring: "If you have the ability, you will kill me." ”

The smile on Chen Jisheng's face did not decrease, and he shook his head lightly and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you directly, but I won't let you go easily." ”

After speaking, Chen Jisheng suddenly pulled out his saber and walked straight to the front of the tribal general, who gestured several times in front of him, as if he was thinking about where to start.

Xu Fuzuo stared intently at the cauldron that was bubbling with aroma, and he said without looking back: "He still needs to go to report to Huang Taiji, and horseback riding is indispensable, so let's remove one of his arms." ”

Chen Jisheng touched his chin with one hand and shook his head and said, "As long as one arm, it's too cheap for him, and he has to ask for some parts." At the very least, make sure he can't go to war again. ”

"Well, whatever you want, just make sure he can report to Huang Taiji anyway." Xu Fuzuo replied casually, and then stopped paying attention.

At this time, Chen Jisheng seemed to have made a decision, he raised his saber high, and suddenly stabbed the tribal general's thigh fiercely, and then in the splattered blood, he stabbed his other thigh with his backhand.

"Ah......h

As soon as the cry of pain came out of the mouth of the tribal general, Chen Jisheng didn't blink an eye, and waved his hand again to cut off one of his arms.

The knife in his hand fell, the movement was swift, without the slightest pause, and after these three knives went down, the tribal general fainted on the spot. The officers and soldiers of the Dongjiang Army who were watching around immediately cheered for Chen Jisheng.

"Come two people, just treat his wounds briefly and make sure his people don't die. Then wake him up, tie him on the horse, let him go, get him some water, and the food will be spared. After Chen Jisheng took a snort, he turned around and paid attention to the pot of mutton that was almost cooked with Xu Fuyu.

Xu Fuju slanted Chen Jisheng, who was covered in blood, wrinkled his nose and said, "Why don't you go and change your clothes?" ”

Chen Jisheng looked down at himself, and said indifferently: "After eating, get some hot water and wash it happily, I don't have time to pay attention to this now." ”

Soon after, the soldiers began to eat, and the chirping of the newly occupied tribe was more intense than the battle.

After eating, everyone had to rest, except for those who had to be on duty, and the rest had to burrow into the warm bed.

After Chen Jisheng washed, he also fell asleep, only Xu Fuzuo helplessly did not rest.

Now that they have gone deep behind enemy lines, they must not relax in the slightest, and the two must take turns to sit in the town, and they cannot sleep at the same time.

After Xu Fuzuo was idle, he immediately took up the pen and wrote a secret letter, and then tied it to the leg of a carrier pigeon, so that it could be released when he set off tomorrow. This carrier pigeon will fly back to the contact point in Daming, and then they will send someone to inform Mao Wenlong of their current situation.