The iron spear pierced the throat and took the life of another tartar.

Such a neat move, fierce and vicious means looked at the eyes of the Han people around, and I couldn't help but shake my heart, maybe this Wang Dasha can really kill all the Tartars.

Wang Teng took advantage of the high morale and shouted hysterically, "Kill the Tartars!" ”

"Kill the Tartars", at the beginning, there were only one or two echoes, but when Wang Teng raised the corpse of the Tartars with the tip of a gun, almost all the Han people shouted from the bottom of their hearts, "Kill the Tartars!" ”

Wang Teng heard his heart pounding, he never thought that he could use such a skillful and exquisite marksmanship, could it be that before Wang Dasha was injured and became stupid, he was actually a master who had been awarded a famous teacher?

"Ah", a scream woke up the excited Wang Teng, and not far away, the big man surnamed Jin was fighting with Houjin Baijia.

At this time, the enemy and us were fighting together, and under the siege of Hermes-Epitek, the number of Tartars was drastically decreasing, but each of the Tartars who were able to hold on to the present was an elite who had experienced a hundred battles and had one enemy and three enemies.

The people in the camp no longer fled, and they huddled in terror, waiting for the battle to end.

With such a brave character here, you should be able to escape this time, right? Many women held on to this thought, and the hope of life was rekindled.

Wang Teng watched the battle situation, counting the Goryeo stick that looked down on people, at this time, three Houjin soldiers had already died in his hands.

There are eighty-three Jurchen Tartars, and now there are only the three most courageous people in sight - the white armor Daizi and two vests.

One of the other two infantry armor was killed, and the other was nowhere to be seen, presumably poisoned by poison hemlock.

As for the Korean slaves, they were all under siege by the Han people, and they were more than lucky.

The way to life was in front of him, Wang Teng clenched the wooden gun in his hand, and walked forward with firm steps.

Every time he took a step forward, Jin Baijia felt that the danger was close to one point, and Jin Guozhi, who was originally with him alone, had fallen into a disadvantage, and he was expected to be able to separate the winner in just three rounds, but this sudden danger made his hair stand on end, and he couldn't help but slow down his offensive.

Jin Guozhi saw the laxity of the opponent in his eyes, but he thought that this was a trick of the Tartars, so he didn't dare to be careless, and after he fired a tentative shot, he didn't think that after killing several Han people in a row, Jin Baijia actually retreated!

What caused the brave Tartar to retreat?

"Bang Bang" heavy footsteps from far and near, slowly approaching.

The pressure on Houjin Baijia is increasing, who is it? How powerful is it?

"Wang Dasha?" Later, Jin Baijia saw the face of the person who came, and was shocked and angry, it turned out to be him! Then the murderer who drugged and poisoned more than a dozen flag sergeants was him, "What a deep scheming!" ”

"If you want to hunt down the cunning and ferocious jackal, how can you succeed if you don't think about it?" , Wang Teng stood leisurely, without half a bit of shame on his face.

Wang Dasha? Jin Guozhi was also puzzled, he didn't expect that the opponent who made the Tartar like a great enemy turned out to be Wang Dasha, who pretended to be crazy and stupid!

Damn, this guy deceived himself so badly, fortunately, he didn't insult him for the sake of everyone being Han before, otherwise this guy would have retaliated with unimaginable consequences.

"Ah", when everyone was thinking differently, a miserable cry suddenly came from not far away.

Jin Guozhi looked back at dusk, but found that his brother who followed him from birth to death was hacked to death by Houjin Vest with an axe, he couldn't help but be stunned, and while yelling, he said in his mouth, "Brother Wang, the dog Tartar killed my brother!" I will swear to cut off the head of his dog, and the leader of this tartar will be handed over to you."

"Good", just one word, but a thousand words are all in it.

Wang Teng didn't ask Jin Guozhi, and Jin Guozhi didn't explain much, Jin Guozhi had fully comprehended the power of Jin Baijia, but he believed that Wang Teng, who could endure for so long and make a move that would kill with one blow, could deal with this Jurchen Tartar!

This is the experience he gained from his eight years in the army, and it is an intuition he has cultivated since childhood!

Moreover, even if Wang Dasha is no match for the Jurchens, what does it have to do with Jin Guozhi?

Dead friends don't die poor, as long as Jin Guozhi can survive, who cares if others live or die?

"Humble Nikan, come on", Hou Jin Baijia coiled the golden rat braid around his neck, held a wrought iron hammer, and stood coldly.

The opponent who calmed down was a dangerous opponent, Wang Teng didn't say much, he was worried about the wooden gun in his hand, and a feeling of blood connection arose.

"Bell", Wang Teng's first shot was blocked by the other party, in this case, he should have taken advantage of the situation to retreat and find the other party's flaws again, but this most secure way was rejected by Wang Teng.

As the sun sets, the chaos in the camp has been going on for half an hour, and perhaps in the next moment, the two Tartars who are out on patrol will turn around, and if they can't kill all the Tartars in the camp before they arrive, then all that awaits everyone is death.

Time was pressing, and Wang Teng had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he made a move that no one could think of - throwing away the wooden gun.

The wooden spear stabbed straight forward with the sound of breaking through the air, the weapon was the lifeblood of the sergeant, no one dared to throw away the weapon in his hand in the life-and-death moment of the battle against the enemy, but Wang Teng did so.

"You!" Hou Jin Baijia only shouted out one word in surprise, and was blinded by Wang Teng's series of attacks.

Stick, stick, hit! The incident happened suddenly, Wang Teng used the fastest speed to get close to the other party's body, so that the Jurchen generation had to give up the giant hammer in his hand and fight him hand-to-hand.

"Puff", fists and fists, "pops", feet and feet collide.

Every time he hit, a trace of pain would appear on Hou Jin Baijia's face, Akito's fists and feet were too hard, he never thought that he would lose to the weak Akito in terms of strength!

"Ahh Boundless anger surged into his heart, and the white-armored Hou Jin Daizi was hit hard, and immediately hugged Wang Teng hard before he could pull out.

Wang Teng's eyes flashed, his body did not dodge or dodge, and he was hugged by Baijia Daizi.

"Ho ho ho, ho hey", Bai Jia Daizi suddenly exerted his strength, his face already showed a trace of a hideous smile, compared to wrestling skills, he is a good hand in the flag, as long as his arms are clamped tightly, this damn Ming man will never see the sun tomorrow!

Wang Teng was not in a hurry, he propped his arms outward, and his right hand felt out the polished and smooth bone spur from his sleeve!

"Hmph", Wang Teng snorted, and the bone spurs in his hand stabbed into the opponent's body fiercely.

Baijia Daiko didn't expect the other party to be so despicable, the armor he wore mainly protected the position of the front body, and as for the back, the Jurchen warriors never left their backs to the enemy.

If you don't use the next means, maybe you won't be able to kill the Tartar in front of you for another quarter of an hour, Wang Teng doesn't dare to delay for too long, no one knows what will happen in the next moment, and it is a wise choice to end the battle as soon as possible.

The bone spurs pierced through the gaps in the armor and stabbed deep into the body of Hakukashiko.

"Despicable Akito!" Shiraka Daiko snorted and died of blood foaming at the mouth.

Wang Teng struggled to break away from the opponent's iron pincer-like arm, grabbed the white armor with one hand, and actually lifted the body of the golden white armor that was still dripping blood, "The slave chief is dead!" ”

"Pop", the corpse fell to the ground, smashing up a cloud of dust, such a move caused everyone to cheer!

Since the Houjin invasion of the border, whether it is the official army or the young and strong, no one has ever been their opponent, and now, such a figure as Wang Teng suddenly appeared, and the people who lived for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe felt that their confidence had increased greatly.

On the other side, Jin Guozhi's battle was also over quickly, and the wooden gun in his hand didn't know where he had lost it, and he was using a steel knife to remove the head of the tartar.

The cold wind was howling, and everywhere I looked, there were dead corpses in miserable shapes, and the more sensitive Hermes-Epitek was searching for the gold and silver on the corpses, and the timid muttering seemed to be still in a dream, and half of the Niulu's tartars were dead? That's the real Tartar who is extremely vicious, and the Ming border army has retreated one after another.

Who killed them all?

It's Wang Dasha, it's the golden beard!

In an instant, the psychological gap of escaping death made all Hermes-Epitek breathe a sigh of relief, and they really survived.

Wang Teng instructed Han Min to count the corpses of the Tartars, a total of eighty-one, which was only two short of the number of Tartars in the camp.

Beheaded eighty-one bodies, such military exploits were put in the hands of the Ming border army, and the leading generals could be promoted to at least one level, and the soldiers under their command would also receive a reward of more than ten taels of silver.

Not to mention that among these dead Tartars, there is a prominent White Helmet generation, which is one of the elites among the children of the Eight Banners, if he really sends his head to the border pass, even a three-level promotion is the minimum!

It's a pity that Wang Teng didn't understand military merits, and he was in a hurry, so he didn't have time to cut off the head of the Tartar, and he didn't have the energy to send the head to the hands of the Ming army.

The most important thing at the moment is how to escape alive!

The thin man looking for horses has also turned around, and after a rough calculation, there are still sixty war horses intact, and the number of Han people remaining in the camp at this time is also about a hundred, two people and one horse? It's so unrealistic.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to breed dissatisfaction if it is not distributed properly.

However, at this time, most of the people who can seize the horses are skilled in martial arts, and the rest of the border people, even if they are not angry, can only hide in their hearts.

The fight is over, and how to escape back to Ulju safely is a difficult problem that must be decided.

After the bloody battle, with their own bravery, Wang Teng and Jin Guozhi faintly became the leaders of the Han people, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

The laughter infected the nearby Han-mesh, who cried and laughed, some busily looting for belongings and food, while others vented their anger at the corpses of the Tartars.

"Brother Jin, it's not too early, let's hurry up, right?" Wang Teng didn't search for the fine, but bent down to pick up the copper hammer discarded by the Jurchen Baijia, took a heavy bow and arrow from the back of the corpse, and then picked up a salt bag.

Although Jin Guozhi was a little envious, he didn't snatch it, after all, Wang Teng's power to kill Bai Jia was vivid, and there was no need to turn against him for some salt goods.

"Brother Wang also knows archery?"

"How dare the eldest brother get an axe in front of him, he just shot a few pheasants and nailed two beasts, and the younger brother just has a few brute forces, which is not even worse than the eldest brother," Wang Teng stared at Jin Guozhi tightly, and now there were three brothers who escaped death behind the other party, but he was alone.

Although the number of strong men surrounding Wang Teng was also around thirty, he knew very well that it was okay for these young men to fight some tailwind battles, and if they really had a conflict with Jin Guozhi, they were afraid that it would be difficult to come in handy.

Jin Guozhi came from the army, the most brave in the army, and the fight made him see Wang Teng's strength clearly, so he couldn't help but move his mind to win over, "Haha, Brother Wang, this time you and I work together to kill the enemy, it can be said that life and death are shared, from now on, you and I are our own brothers, monkeys, remember, Brother Wang will be our own brothers in the future!" Do you understand? ”

"Got it", the monkey and the others replied with strange expressions.

Wang Teng was vigilant in his heart, if he wasn't worried about the Tartars on the way home, he would never be with Jin Guozhi and the others. In the troubled times, people are unpredictable, Jin Guozhi's group has obviously formed a small group, he is not naïve enough to think that he can take Jin Guozhi under his command, not to mention the other party's bravery, the group of brothers behind him will definitely not tolerate himself robbing their position.

Before leaving, Wang Teng clearly saw Jin Guozhi and others use steel knives to cut off the heads of the Jurchen white armor and two vests, thinking that the head of this Jurchen must be worth a lot of money. But all this has nothing to do with Wang Teng, he is just thinking about the way forward.

In the seventh year of Chongzhen, there was a great drought in Shanxi, the world was difficult, and it was not easy to survive, but at the moment, Wang Teng could only rely on this group of border people, otherwise, the mountain bandits and bandits everywhere would not be kind enough to let him go.