Xu Shiyang raised the long knife, held the handle with both hands, and roared and used all his strength to slash down at the tartar in front of him.

The Jurchen warrior only had a waist knife in his hand, and in a hurry, he raised the knife horizontally above his head, and with a crisp sound, the steel knife collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Xu Shiyang's full force was blocked by him!

However, the two were not fighting alone, a half-grown child behind Xu Shiyang used the fire door gun with a long wooden stick as a hammer and swept hard.

The iron pipe smashed into Tartar's waist, knocking him to his knees.

Xu Shiyang is not an experienced veteran of the battle formation, at this time, his blood is on his head, and he has no strain at all, but with his tall man, he raised the long knife above his head, and slashed at the enemy again with a roar.

Unexpectedly, the tartar was hit with an iron rod, and he raised his knife with one hand to resist in pain, and he actually blocked it again!

Two consecutive attacks failed to achieve results, Xu Shiyang's heart was on fire, he had a brutal attack, regardless of it, and slashed at the half-kneeling tartar again and again, at this time the long knife in his hand seemed to become a hammer, and smashed on the waist knife that the other party was barely holding again and again.

The tartar was injured and lacked strength, and the back of the waist knife was smashed by Xu Shiyang against his shoulder, pressing out a long blood mark, but he was still howling around his neck.

The two people who were fighting each other, one was inexperienced and only cared about attacking the same position, and the other was injured and could only barely carry it, it was like two fools beating each other, and there would be no sign of deciding the winner for a while.

However, the half-grown boy who helped Xu Shiyang hit the Tartar hard just now, although he had no ammunition in his hand and could only be used as an iron rod, he was far calmer than his leader, and when Xu Shiyang was in a stalemate with the Tartar with a knife, the young man swung his weapon again and swept towards the Tartar's head.

The young man was emaciated, but he dismounted with all the force he could, and the barrel of the musket slammed into the left side of the tartar's face, tilting his head to one side, and his neck almost 90 degrees.

Xu Shiyang then slashed at the broken neck bone, and the blood gushed out, and the tartar's distorted face gurgled and rolled down at his feet.

"Kill! Kill the Tartars! ”

Xu Shiyang grabbed Tartar's pigtails, raised his head high, and shouted loudly, so loud that it even briefly overpowered the roars of hundreds of men who were fighting.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

The Han people, who were in the hands of victory, responded in unison, their morale became higher and higher, and one by one they waved their rudimentary weapons and greeted the Tartars.

They now, at least temporarily, are no longer afraid of the vicious Tartars.

The Jurchen warriors resisted desperately with short soldiers, but there were too many opponents, and as far as they could see, there were wooden spears stabbed everywhere, hoes smashed down, sickles swung over, and ............, there was no doubt that this was a group of Han peasants, the most honest kind of people, the kind of people who usually only cried and stretched their necks and waited for the Dajin warriors to test the knife.

But today seems to be completely different, a seasoned Jurchen warrior desperately blocked the hoe that smashed into his head with his waist knife, and kicked another thin man with a sickle who wanted to sneak attack by the way.

Before he could catch his breath, a sharpened wooden spear pierced directly into his lower abdomen, and the fierce Jurchen hunter roared angrily, grabbed the wooden spear, and slashed off the Han man's right hand with a waist knife, and the man's wrist spurted a stream of blood, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

The hard-hit Jurchens were no better, the hoe that he had blocked just now slammed into the head of the exhausted Jin soldier with the sound of the wind, then the one with the sickle, and the other with the wooden spear in the back.

All kinds of weapons desperately beckoned to the Jurchen who fell to the ground, smashing his corpse into a blur of flesh and ......blood.

Xu Shiyang held a long knife and glared at the audience with red eyes, in fact, this was not the first time he had killed people since he came to this world, but killing a thin homeless person who was tied to a tree and trembling was completely different from killing a Tartar with his own hands on top of the battle array.

Now he felt like an all-powerful giant, and he urgently needed to find a few more Tartars who were still resisting, so that he could vent his long-suppressed anger in his heart.

He got his wish and ...... by a sneak attack.

Hai Huli suddenly rushed out of the shadows behind Xu Shiyang, the tiger tooth broadsword was at his side, and he didn't shout like the others, just calmly rushed towards him.

The half-grown boy who followed Xu Shiyang first noticed a little dangerous aura, he suddenly turned around, and just happened to take a look at Haihuli, at this time the two were already very close, Jurchen Mouke was no longer silent, let out a terrifying howl, brandished a tiger tooth knife and slashed at the young man's neck, only to hear a poof, the young man's head was separated, and blood rushed out several meters high.

Xu Shiyang only turned around at this time, the young man saved his life with the few seconds he had won with his life, Hai Huli swung his knife again, Xu Shiyang blocked with a horizontal knife, and with a bang, the two used all their strength to resist together.

Xu Shiyang said that he was two heads taller than Hai Huli, and he didn't know what was going on, although he was a soul in this life, he still grew into the physique of rice, flour, meat, fish, eggs and milk in his previous life, coupled with the exercise in this life, his physical fitness far exceeded that of the vast majority of people in this era.

But even so, the Tartar in front of him is still on par with him, if you take into account that it is only a competition of strength now, and does not involve other aspects of the battle formation skills, it can be said that under normal circumstances, one-on-one heads-up, Xu Shiyang is definitely not Hai Huli's opponent.

The good thing is that there is no one-on-one rule on the battlefield, and Hai Huli did not kill Xu Shiyang at the first time, so that he could find a chance to enter the stalemate, and when others came to the rescue, Hai Huli would definitely die.

'Kill him in five breaths!' Chop off his head to boost morale! ’

Hai Huli made a quick judgment in his heart, but Xu Shiyang didn't think so much - he couldn't control it if he wanted to, he could only control the two shots at the beginning of the battle, and then he could only let his peasants enter the melee, relying on the number of people to win.

At this point, all the "noble" statuses such as the commander of the Dock Fort, the leader or the commander had no meaning, and all he could do was not to take the lead in escaping, and to go into battle as a physically strong ordinary person, nothing more.

Therefore, after the two held each other for a short time, Xu Shiyang did not hesitate, and raised his knife to slash directly into the sea, which had the meaning of replicating the victory just now.

Hai Huri, on the other hand, calmly took a step back, easily avoiding the shocking but not much threatening attack.

Xu Shiyang used too much force, and his whole body was bent down by his long knife, and Hai Huli stood less than a step away from him, holding up the tiger tooth broadsword.

Hai Huli smirked proudly, he knew that the bold man dog in front of him had no way to hide, and he would definitely die if he cut it down.

'Win! ’

Poof.

With a very slight sound, Jurchen Mouke's smile froze.