The voice was extremely slight, and it seemed even more insignificant in the laughter of the people around him, as long as he was a little careless, he would ignore it.

However, Haihuri was a battle-hardened veteran hunter, and although his brain, paralyzed by alcohol and the smell of women's fat, was equally unresponsive, his body instinctively sensed danger and reacted with astonishing agility - he threw the girl who was already out of breath casually, and then turned and jumped into the shadows where the fire did not shine.

A heavy arrow grazed Haihuri's cheek, bringing a fiery sting, and directly hit the nose of Ulu, who was grinning and stupidly watching how he played with a woman, and the winged arrow pierced through Ulu's skull, burrowing a long section in the back of his head.

Hai Huli hid in the shadows, looking at the Ulu who was still standing there in shock, the first warrior of Ben Moke had round eyes, and the expression on his face still seemed to be unable to believe that he was dead~~~.

I couldn't believe it wasn't the only one who was unlucky, the Tartars who were still coaxing loudly around Haihuli just now didn't react for a while, and the bow shop suddenly became silent, and even the laughter of wild dogs and crows in the distance could be heard......

There was also the rustle of a large group of sneak attackers approaching through the grass.

Hai Huli turned his head to look at the place where the feather arrow had been fired, and he saw a scarecrow with weeds and dead branches hanging from his body, holding a thick war bow, looking at him.

"Han dog! Enemy attack! Hai Huli used all his strength to remind his subordinates loudly.

"Fire! Hurry up! Xu Shiyang, who was dressed in straw disguise, shouted in a voice that was no smaller than Haihuli, obviously also in a rather nervous state of mind.

The raids of safety, the abundance of wine and relaxation had reduced the vigilance of the Tartars to such a minimum that most of the soldiers had barely reacted until this time.

Those who were still inexperienced in combat hurriedly threw away the wine bowl and mutton in their hands and looked around for weapons.

The most sophisticated and brave people simply drew their waist knives or self-defense weapons such as throwing axes and iron bones, and relied on the strength of wine and contempt for the Han people to directly charge!

The scene was chaotic, and Xu Shiyang anxiously shouted twice more "Fire!" There was still no response, until the quickest Tartar veteran had already rushed over and could almost reach out to grab him, when the mutation protruded!

Rumble!

There was a thunder explosion on the ground, and the scorching waves of air rolled in, and Hai Huli clearly saw that the fastest few golden soldiers who rushed just now fell to the ground in a sudden burst of firelight, as if the dead grass had been blown by the wind!

The screams replaced the high-pitched shouts of the charge, and the scarecrow-like creature shouted a few more words, but now it was so noisy that Hai Huli couldn't hear what he said.

Of course, it didn't matter what he said, because a row of attackers who were also covered with dead grass appeared in Haihuli's eyes, they were not tall, they seemed to be half-grown children, they had no armor, no swords or other weapons, but each of them had a strange iron pipe under the armpit of their right arm, and they were holding a flickering fire in their left hand, and they were leaning towards the iron pipe~~~.

Hai Huli didn't know what it was, but since it was used against him by the attacker, it must not be something to get along with!

In his hurry and chaos, this Jin Guomouke couldn't think of what to use against these never-before-seen weapons, so he could only be conservative and ordered in a loud voice: "Shoot the arrows!" Shoot them! ”

Haihuri's Mok is a disgruntled unit, the number of elite veterans is not large, and most of them have already fallen from the shocking first blow just now, and the other recruits react far worse than the veterans.

Upon hearing the order, some began to look for their bows and arrows, others, not knowing whether they did not hear clearly in the confusion, or simply thought that they should not stop to shoot arrows at this time, and in short, a dozen more men rushed towards the enemy line with their weapons brandished.

Then there was a crackling explosion, and the golden soldiers who had stupidly rushed to the front of the enemy all brushed and fell.

The scarecrow who appeared first shot another arrow, hitting the neck of a golden soldier with a waist knife.

This man was probably the leader of this daring attacker, for he was noticeably taller than everyone else, and he was not as thin as the Han peasants who spent their days digging in the fields.

After this round of shooting, the guy casually threw the war bow in his hand, pulled out a long knife from his waist, which is rare among the Han people, and pointed at the bow shop and roared loudly: "Charge!" ”

In the grass not far away, a field of enemy soldiers came out of the black pressure, and the shadows seemed to be as many as several hundred people!

Haihuli Quanmouke was only 200 ding, this time he only brought 100 people with him, and left another 40 people in the rear to guard the looted materials, and at this time there were only 60 people left around him.

After two rounds of inexplicable blows, more than 20 Jin Bing's side had been knocked down, and before the fight began, more than one-third of the casualties had already been lost, and most of the first to fall were the strongest and most prestigious veterans of Moukeri.

After all, the Tartars are not really three-headed and six-armed heavenly soldiers, as a feudal army, even if it is a feudal army at its peak, it cannot withstand such heavy casualties in the chaos of being raided, so there are already signs of collapse.

It's just that the contempt for the Han people for more than ten years, and the fact that even if they escape at this moment, they can't go home alone still support them in their final struggle.

A large group of Han people rushed into the bow shop with all their might, and at this time, the Tartars' habit of camping without walls helped them, and the remaining Jin soldiers could only shoot 1 or 2 arrows, so they were forced to draw their waist swords and fight in close combat.

The Han soldiers did not have armor, but the Jin soldiers did not have time to wear armor at this time.

The main weapons of the Han soldiers were some hoes, sickles and other agricultural tools or axes for cutting wood and wood, and even those half-grown children smashed the iron pipe as a hammer, but most of the Jin soldiers did not have time to find the weapons at hand, so they could only use waist knives and flying axes and other talismans to fight in close combat.

The Jin soldiers are still fighting, and their combat skills and experience are not comparable to those of the attackers, but the advantage of the Han soldiers is too great, and they are basically in the situation of 3 to 5 people against a Jin soldier.

In the darkness, there was no formation on either side, and the two small troops were mixed together like this, clumsily fighting to the death.

Hai Huli hid in a dark place where the fire could not be illuminated, holding a tiger tooth knife in his hand, like a vicious wolf waiting to be pounced, calmly scanning the whole scene, carefully looking for something.

As a Jurchen veteran, Hai Huli could see at a glance that the Han people who attacked this time were a group of rabble, and they were all about 3 or 5 people besieging a big golden soldier with only a short guard, and they couldn't take it down in an instant.

If it weren't for the two strange fires at the beginning that knocked down more than 20 golden warriors, the two sides set up a tough battle, and Hai Huli was confident that he would defeat this group of bold Han dogs in one wave!

Such a group of people also dared to attack the Dajin army at night, there was only one possibility - the scarecrow that appeared at the beginning! That big man must be the backbone of this gang of Han dogs!

Kill him, just kill him, and then put his head on the tip of the gun, and this rabble will definitely collapse, and the situation can be reversed!