The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

The weather on the grassland is changeable every day, the sun is shining in the morning, and the sky begins to be gloomy as you run, and a trace of black clouds drifts over the blue sky. It is estimated that it will rain again.

As soon as a groundhog emerged from the dirt, it was immediately trampled by the horse's hooves, turning up the bloody mud.

Thunder came from far and near, and the rumbling sound spread over the earth, and pairs of horses' hooves fell on the turf like a torrential rain, rolling up the grass and soil.

A cavalry team of 1,000 people, wearing the mandarin duck battle jacket of the Ming Dynasty, brandished a waist knife, and rushed into the nearby hills with overwhelming momentum.

The dense woods had cleared a wide path, and the cavalry had slowed down as they entered, then turned over and dismounted, patted the horses on the buttocks, and let them nibble on the bushes and grass themselves.

They checked their equipment and waited for the night ahead to receive a message.

With a flash of lightning, the rain finally fell from the sky, and it hit the jungle in a dense and rapid way, making a loud noise.

In the distance, two Ming soldiers whipped and galloped towards the woods.

"Brother Fengzi, please ask your five hundred brothers to help surround the village, and hand over the work of fighting to the younger brothers, so that the rookies can grow up quickly."

After listening to the report of the night, there were only about three or four hundred people in the village in front, and a sturdy man said with a smile to a tall general beside him.

"Haizi, pay attention, there is no trivial matter for soldiers, don't be too careless. In the territory of Jiannu, it is different from fighting in the Monan grassland, and you can kill them all.

Most of the people in the village are Han people from Liaodong, and there are only forty or fifty Jiannu at most among the three or four hundred people, so you should pay attention to distinguishing them.

But we must also beware of Jiannu mixing among the Han people and injuring people. The boat capsized in the gutter, and your generation of thousands of households will come to an end."

The Qianhu named Brother Fengzi nodded, patted Haizi's shoulder with his big hand, and told with concern.

The two of them came from the same village, and they were both Qin Haoming's personal guards, so their feelings were naturally deep.

"Well, Brother Fengzi, I know. Didn't Qin Du say that as long as he has the tail of a money rat, he will be killed regardless of whether he is Han or not.

Brothers, go, kill Jiannu! ”

Haizi smiled slightly, pulled the horse and stepped onto the horse, and led his men and horses to rush out of the woods and rush towards Yulintun, ten miles away.

The autumn rain came quickly, and the Han slaves working in the village ran with their things in their hands, and each ran towards their own shelter with their bare feet.

Suddenly, under the autumn rain, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves was like a drum, beating on everyone's heart.

"Han people don't run, squat!"

Soon, the shouts of thousands of people reached the ears of Han slaves running around to escape the rain through the rain and fog.

Hearing the familiar language, he immediately squatted down obediently. The sluggish one was still running, but his legs could not run more than four legs, and he was soon knocked to the ground by the soldiers with the back of their knives.

As for those with pig's tails on the back of their heads, they were all beheaded by the soldiers.

The people outside the village were quickly subdued, all shivering in the rain, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers in the designated place, not daring to move.

The other 900 soldiers pounced viciously towards the village.

The house guarded by Yulin Tuntun is naturally eye-catching, not to mention anything else, but the area of land is eye-catching.

At this time, the guards were guarding the courtyard gate, and the atmosphere inside was in full swing. Beyond the closed doors and rain curtains, under the eaves, the sound of wanton debauchery sounded loudly and noisily.

"Scream...... Shout...... Hurry up and call it out! This prince just wants to listen to your voice...... How wonderful it is, scream, call out, and let you go when I've had enough. ”

Barama laughed as she rubbed on a woman whose coarse cloth had been torn apart.

On the ground, the Han woman, who was almost half-naked, was frightened and pushed Balama with her hands, but the disparity in strength was so great that she was choked by the wrist after a few struggles.

There was a tear, and finally the cloth on the chest was also torn off.

The woman: "Ah! He let out a terrible scream, cried out in horror, clutched his chest, and pulled the shroud with one hand.

This only made Debarama even more excited, and his hideous and twisted laughter became even more presumptuous.

At the same time, a foot straddled the woman's abdomen, waved two slaps, the woman struggled and cried, and a pair of white rabbits on her chest also swayed, and the man sitting on her body was dry and dry.

Barama got up and stepped back to pull half of the woman's skirt off with a laugh, and then began to untie her belt. At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps outside.

"Beizi, Beiziye...... No...... Oh no, the Ming army has come over. ”

The panicked shouts of the guards outside immediately made Barama stunned.

What, the Ming army came to kill? Is this possible? Did this guard take the wrong medicine?

But what happened to the screams of the guards before they died? Could it be that the Ahabs rebelled and were killed by the guards thinking that the Ming army had come over?

A litany of questions hovered in Barama's mind.

The rain was getting heavier and louder.

The sound of crackling footsteps spread in the rain curtain, and the waistcoat guarding the door looked over, and the figure was longing.

Ma Jia's eyes widened suddenly, and the moment he opened his mouth and was about to scream, dozens of feather arrows directly nailed him backwards, and more figures approached with the sound of rain, swarming to kill them, and kill people when they met them.

Before some people could react, they were slashed to death without even having time to make a sound.

They spread all the way to kill halfway before the guards and vests let out a terrible scream, attracting the attention of the rest of the house, and then rushed over from all directions.

However, looking at the dense influx of Ming soldiers, even Kirbrick, the elite of the murderous white-armored soldiers, understood that the general trend had gone.

Then I saw the Ming soldiers on the left and right sides holding up their short bows, and someone shouted hysterically: "Shoot-"

Arrows flew into the house like locusts.

More than a hundred arrows were in a small space, and there was no place to dodge and move. On the spot, the screams of the vest guards were heard, and Kobrick was also hit by two arrows in the arm.

"Keep shooting arrows and shoot them. Others were careful with the archers of Jiannu, in groups of three, covering each other. ”

When Haizi saw Kebrick's stocky body, he immediately understood that these Jiannu who rushed over must be the elite of the battle, and that murderous aura is only available to those who have been on the battlefield.

After the second wave of more intensive arrow rain, there were no people standing on the surface of the Tunshou Mansion, only those who were hiding in the room. Even like the Han slaves, many of them died from arrows.

"Don't let go of the arrows, I'm a great Ming scholar, I know how many Jiannu are in the house, and there are Jiannu Beizi."

Haizi opened his palm and prepared to clench his fist, the strings around him were already tense, and the next moment, someone in the room shouted out.

When he shouted this voice, the other party didn't know that he had already closed the ghost gate.

"Get out!"

Hearing that there was Jiannu Beizi, Haizi's eyes suddenly lit up, and his heart and liver thumped, and he was very angry.

Nangong Han, whose face was pale and his lips were pale, staggered out of the back door of the hall. Look at this posture, if he doesn't fight once, he will definitely die.

"General Qiyu, there are four more people, Jiannu Beizi is in the back wing, I'll take you there."

Under the protection of the soldiers, Nangong Han counted Jiannu's body and said to Haizi.