Hai Huli felt a sharp pain in his lower back, and the strength of his whole body was flowing rapidly.

The Jurchen Mouke turned his head to look behind him, just in time to see the hateful eyes of the girl he had almost insulted just now.

Xu Shiyang straightened up again, holding the knife in both hands, ready to deal with the next attack.

At this time, he was still a little confused, and just now, the treacherous tartar shook himself, and when he bent over, he even had the illusion that the steel knife was already on the back of his neck.

This feeling made Xu Shiyang's cold hair stand on end, but Tartar did not cut this knife, which allowed him to escape death.

After a while—about 1 or 2 seconds—Xu Shiyang saw clearly that the Tartar, who had almost killed himself just now, was still clinging to a small figure behind him.

It seems to be a young girl.

The tartar was still holding the knife, but his whole body was shaking like chaff, and the corners of his mouth were covered with blood, and he turned around with difficulty, as if he wanted to kill the girl behind him.

It turned out that when Hai Huli found an opportunity to kill Xu Shiyang, the little girl who was almost insulted, taking advantage of no one to notice her, reached out and picked up the table knife used by the Tartar to cut mutton, quietly touched the back of Hai Huli, and took advantage of the time when the Tartar held the butcher knife high, and stabbed the dinner knife into the back of Hai Huli's waist .......

The girl was not polite when she struck a blow, gritted her teeth and did not say a word, and stabbed the back of the tartar with the knife continuously, she lacked strength, except for the first blow, the other stabs were not deep, but she was not discouraged, like a hard-working woodpecker, and kept stabbing ...... kept stabbing ......, until Hai Huli fell to the ground, and she didn't stop.

Seeing that she was still stabbing and almost chopping the back of the tartar into mud, Xu Shiyang stepped forward and gently pushed her away, wielding a long knife to cut off Hai Huli's head with surprise and unwillingness.

The little girl sat on the ground with her back face, holding the knife in front of her with both hands, and looked at Xu Shiyang in horror.

It was her first meeting with him, and both were embarrassed.

In Xu Shiyang's eyes, Zhao Lin only had a belly pocket left on his upper body at that time, his skin was all red by the dirty blood of the tartar, his hair was unkempt, and half of his face was still swollen, like a bear child who couldn't find a home and had just crawled out of the garbage heap.

In Zhao Lin's eyes, this strong man who had already cut off the heads of two Tartars, and was holding a long knife dripping blood and looking at him with an angry face, his image was actually not much better than that of Tartars.

The two looked at each other like this for a while, Zhao Lin first remembered that she looked too unbearable at this time, and fled to the side with her hands and feet, hiding behind her sister who was also panicking, and her sister Zhao Shan hurriedly hugged this eternally restless sister and covered up the spring light for her a little.

In fact, there is no spring, Zhao Lin is just 13 years old at this time, in the world where Xu Shiyang came, this is an age when you don't have to bear criminal responsibility for murder, a standard minor, plus this unlucky appearance, no one will have the slightest charming idea.

However, it is true that the girl saved his life just now.

'For the first time in my life, I like bear kids so much. ’

At this time, the battle was basically over, more than 60 Tartars, nearly 20 fell in two rounds of close fire, more than 20 people were killed by the swarming villagers in the white-knuckle battle, and the rest became prisoners.

Some of the villagers from other places, who were born as exiles, obviously had a deep hatred for the Tartars, and still cried and scolded the prisoners and corpses with their weapons, and if it weren't for the other villagers who pulled them away, and Xu Shiyang's repeated strict orders not to eat human flesh, they might have eaten the remaining Tartars alive.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

After the last of the resisting Jurchen soldiers fell, the sound of the exchange of weapons stopped, and only the scene was left with crazy cheers, and the villagers raised their weapons and shouted with all their strength, many of them shouting and shouting, and they were already in tears.

Xu Shiyang let his subordinates vent their emotions, walked to the fire where Hai Huli was eating just now, and copied a bearskin coat from the blanket.

Weigh it twice in your hand, the amount is very sufficient, it is made of a whole black blind man's skin, the coat color is smooth and smooth, and it can be worth dozens of taels of silver when sold to Jiangnan.

He shook off the coat and put it on the sisters, then pointed at the corpse of Hai Huli with a long knife and said to the sisters in it: "You killed the man, except for the blade, everything on his body is yours, go and search it." ”

This is the rule set by Xu Shiyang in his fort: above the battle array, no matter whether it is a bandit or a Tartar from all walks of life, whoever kills the enemy, except for the armor and weapons, the rest of the enemy belongs to the individual.

Of course, the things that were carried with them were the most important things, such as tartars, which were large animals, and the most important goods—gold, silver, jewelry, grain, cloth, and so on—were placed in the blankets on horseback or piled on the carts that the slaves were responsible for.

Even so, after this rule was set, it was still enough to motivate Xu Shiyang's villagers to forge ahead in the battle—after all, for the impoverished peasants in the troubled times, even if they just went to fight the homeless, they could at least pick up a few rags.

Xu Shiyang threw the bearskin coat to the sisters, never looked at them again, and turned to walk towards the Jurchen horse's stake—for him, that was the greatest gain.

After Xu Shiyang, a fierce man, left, the two sisters glanced at each other, and the lively Zhao Lin ran over first, picked up the wool mat in Haihuli and wrapped it around herself, and the bearskin coat was left for her sister.

Then the two sisters went to take off the pair of thick-soled leather boots - Tartar's leather boots are also a good thing, especially the Tartar who almost insulted them is still a mooke, this pair of new deerskin boots is made of solid materials, although the girl can't wear it, but it can definitely be exchanged for a few catties of food.

And the clothes, I don't know if they were snatched from the rich Han family's house, they are very complete, there are not a few patches, whether they are worn directly or exchanged for food, they can be eaten.

There was also the cow belt, and even a small pouch with some tobacco, tea and salt wrapped in oiled paper.

……

Gradually, the excited villagers calmed down a little, they did win, and gained a lot, but after the blood subsided, and then was blown by the cold wind in the night, many people felt very afraid - although their own number was large, and it was still a sneak attack, but the enemy they faced was after all known as the "invincible" Jurchen Tartars, I have to say, everyone is still alive, it is quite a fluke.

Xu Shiyang was keenly aware of the panic of the villagers (it is not difficult to guess at all), but fortunately, it was much better to be afraid after the victory than to panic before the battle began.

In his opinion, the former is even advantageous, because this sentiment can be used to improve future tactics, while the former is purely a matter of death.

"Collect each!" Xu Shiyang shouted loudly: "Except for weapons, everything on the Tartar is yours!" The hands and feet are sharp, there are a lot of good things, and when you leave, you can't finish searching, and you are the ones who suffer! ”

There was another burst of irrepressible cheers from the crowd.