On August 18, the seventh year of Chongzhen, Rao Yu Belle Abatai, the first-class chief officer Yangguli led the Houjin and Mongolian troops of 30,000 people to pass Datong and went straight to the Bauhinia Pass.

Bauhinia Pass is the seventh path of Taihang, once it is broken here, the Houjin army can go straight to the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

However, before that, Abatai had to clear the forts along the way, otherwise, once the soldiers in the fort left the fort to disturb the fort, the Houjin army would never have peace.

All of a sudden, there were flames in the sky, and there was war everywhere.

On the bank of the gourd water, Wang Teng and Huang Degong are lurking behind the dirt slope.

Thirty paces away, two Houjin sentinels were resting, laughing in Manchu and seeming to have a good conversation.

Wang Teng could see clearly that the four war horses were carrying a lot of packages on their backs.

Xu had never encountered an enemy, and the two Houjin sentinels were so rampant that they even took off their hats and helmets, revealing their shiny heads and ugly money arguments.

The opportunity is rare, this time thirty miles out of the fort, I finally met two lone Jurchen sentinels, if I miss them, maybe I will find nothing today.

Wang Teng immediately made a decision, and he made a gesture to wipe his neck.

Huang Degong and Ma Wu looked excited, and they both shook their jaws one after another.

At a distance of thirty paces, archery is not possible, once the bow and arrow are drawn, it will definitely wake up the other party, Wang Teng is not sure to stop the two Jurchens who are fleeing with all their might.

For now, the only way to do this is to kill one person first, and then capture the other.

Just do it!

Wang Teng took out the firecracker, bit open the paper tube, and completed the loading work in the shortest possible time, and then the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at a Tartar.

The Tartar seemed to be aware of this, and he was about to shout a warning.

Suddenly, a loud bang, "bang", overshadowed all the sounds.

The buckshot was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it flew in front of the Houjin Sentinel.

The sentry had no time to dodge, and could only watch as the buckshot burst through the air.

"Poof", the buckshot penetrated the leather armor and penetrated extremely deep into the abdomen.

In a short moment, one of the Houjin sentinels lost their combat power, and the other was furious, cursing something loudly in Manchu.

What a crazy brute.

Wang Teng dropped the fire gun and drew his sword in his hand, "Kill the Tartar!" Before he could finish speaking, he came out of the crowd.

"Kill the Tartars!"

There were three people in the village who came with Wang Teng, and they strode across the dirt slope and rushed forward in a zigzag shape.

The Jurchen sentinel wanted to turn over and get out of here as soon as possible, but after seeing that there were only four enemies, instead of fleeing, he shouted loudly, intending to defeat four with one.

For a long time, the impression left by the Ming army on the Jurchens was that they were "weak and bulliable", and now, when they were suddenly attacked, the Jurchen sentinel was full of anger, he didn't put Wang Teng and others in his eyes at all, he just wanted to avenge his companions!

can be selected as a sentry detective, and he is naturally skilled in martial arts.

Although there are many enemies and few enemies, Wang Teng did not dare to be careless, and the previous experience made him understand that every Jurchen person should not be underestimated.

Sure enough, with a "whoosh", at the last moment, the Jurchen sentinel had time to shoot an arrow.

Wang Teng dodged the arrow, but the person behind him couldn't dodge.

A short scream rang out, and the silence was instantaneous.

Wang Teng didn't care to look back to see who was injured, he just strode forward and shouted: "Kill!" ”

This sound was like thunder, and it shocked the Jurchen sentinels.

The distance of thirty steps was instantaneous, and it was too late to shoot arrows at this time, so the Jurchens dropped their bows and arrows, lifted their tiger spears and faced Wang Teng.

The Jurchen sentinel can see that Wang Teng is the leader of this group of Ming people, as long as he is killed, the Ming people will be defeated!

The Jurchens naturally understood the principle of capturing the thief and capturing the king first.

Wang Teng's eyes were cracked, and he shouted, "Die!" ”

The steel knife in his hand slashed a cold arc in the air, and the sword light went straight to the Jurchen neck.

The Jurchen sentinel was still not afraid, and the tiger roared and raised his gun to greet him.

"Dang!" The crisp sound of gold and iron resounded in the sky, and Wang Teng took advantage of the opponent's full strength to block it, and kicked out his right foot viciously.

"Poof", fists and feet struck, the Jurchen sentinel's face changed greatly, he didn't expect Wang Teng to have such combat power.

Now, Wang Teng's companions have rushed over, and it is too late to leave.

"Kill the thief!"

Ma Wu was injured, Huang Degong was already extremely angry, he didn't care about the demeanor of a warrior, at this time, the sooner he killed the other party, the better, after all, no one knew when the Tartar reinforcements would come.

Riding a horse and galloping, the spear was inconvenient, Huang Degong also chose a long knife as a weapon, and this time he slashed the Huashan Trail with a move and slashed at the Jurchen soldiers.

For the first time, the Jurchen people showed a hint of panic, originally he planned to kill Wang Teng first, and then kill others, but he never expected that a Wang Teng would be so difficult.

Now with the addition of Huang Degong, the Jurchen sentinel suddenly knew that it would be difficult for him to survive.

Death is, the Jurchen warriors will never live, even if they die, they will also pull a cushion!

In a desperate situation, the Jurchens let it go, and he made ruthless moves, completely ignoring defense, and all of them were tricks to fight for their lives.

Wang Teng didn't want to die with this tartar, he still had a good life, and he must not be buried here.

The Jurchens were unforgiving, "sonorous", and after the rapid slashing, Wang Teng retreated again and again, too damn aggrieved!

"Kill!"

There is a way that is barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, once his life is sacrificed, the combat power of the Jurchen sentinel has increased several times.

Fortunately, Huang Degong's martial arts skills are superb and he has helped him many times, otherwise, Wang Teng may be injured in a hurry.

Rao was like this, and the three of them also made a lot of effort to kill this person.

Xu was red-eyed, and another villager raised his knife in his hand and was about to hack to death the Tartar who was shot.

"Stop, stay alive!"

Fortunately, Wang Teng stopped it as soon as possible, otherwise he would not even get a living mouth.

The Jurchens were wounded by gunshot wounds, but they were still very arrogant.

"Whoa", as if trapped as a beast, full of aggression, if it weren't for Huang Degong's quick avoidance, he was almost bitten by this person.

Wang Teng kicked out and said angrily: "Tie him up, let's hurry back!" ”

"Whoa!"

"Ma Wu, where are you injured?"

"My lord, I'm fine, let's go quickly"

Ma Wu covered his arms, his face full of shame.

In this battle, the credit was not established, but it became an oil bottle, which made Ma Wuqing embarrassed?

Wang Teng cut off the arrows and let Ma Wu share a war horse with him.

At the same time, Huang Degong had already finished looting the loot.

"My lord, do you want to take this corpse of Tartar with you?"

Wang Teng frowned slightly, and said in his mouth: "Take him, let's let everyone see, the Tartar is nothing more than that!" ”

"Okay!"

The Jurchen sentinel has always been one person and two horses, and this time it is cheaper for Wang Teng.

The well-made war horse and the package on the horseback became Wang Teng's trophy.

If it weren't for Ma Wu's injury, this would be considered a complete merit.

In a moment, eight horses flew away.