Twenty Manchurian Tartars, some armed with bows and arrows, some with broadswords, and even worse, directly holding a mace weighing dozens of kilograms.

Under the command of the swinging tooth horn, shouting Manchu that everyone could not understand, he rushed into the dense forest with a scream.

However, when the twenty Tartars actually rushed into the dense forest, they realized that things were not as simple as they imagined.

The forests of this era are not the next generation, because there is no large-scale destruction and mining by man, and the dense forest is full of towering trees that can only be hugged by two people.

In addition, the density of various trees is too large, and at a glance, the field of vision is full of tree trunks, and at most you can see the scene ten meters away, and after ten meters, all of them are blocked by thick and dense tree trunks.

After twenty Tartars rushed into the dense forest, there was not even a shadow of a Han bandit except for the thick tree trunks.

"Bastards, cunning Han Chinese, will sneak attack and have the courage to stand up and fight a decisive battle with the Manchurian warriors......"

The Tartar, who didn't find a shadow of a Han man, slashed directly at the bushes around him with the big knife in his hand, used it to vent his anger in his heart, and shouted loudly at the empty dense forest in front of him.

Perhaps in response to his scolding, the angry scolding of the Tartar Tooth Swinger had not stopped, and a slight whistle of breaking the air reached the Tartar Tooth Swing Horn's ears.

Looking in the direction of the source of the sound, a bandit with a longbow was smiling sarcastically at himself, quickly retracting his bow and hiding behind the tree, and continued to flee into the depths of the dense forest.

Because this series of actions happened so quickly, when the swing tooth horn reacted and subconsciously let out an exclamation, the archer in front of him had already been hit by the arrow. After throwing a trace of unwilling eyes at himself, he fell heavily in front of himself.

The archer was shot directly in front of him, but there was only one Han Chinese who attacked. This is undoubtedly a humiliation and provocation to the Tartars.

After staring at a pair of red eyes, he used the big knife in his hand to cut a small tree with the thickness of a wrist in front of him in two, and roared loudly at his subordinates who were still in a daze behind him.

"Bastard, cunning Han Chinese, I must kill you......"

"Warriors, the cunning Han people are ahead, I order you, immediately pursue them and kill them all......"

The Tartar with monstrous anger was like an angry leopard, chasing after the figure left behind by Wei Zheng all the way.

As the towering trees in the forest grew denser and the nineteen Tartars lost their target again and were about to split up to search, the fourth feathered arrow fired by Wei Zheng hit one of the Tartar archers again.

The dozen or so Tartars who had lost their minds had been provoked by Wei Zheng's series of provocations, and before they heard the pursuit order of the swinging tooth lama, they chased in the direction where the feather arrows came from.

When the Tartars lost another archer, the unexpected happened.

The dense forest around the Tartar turned out to be thin. Not only that, twenty bandits armed with spears suddenly appeared in an open space ten meters away, as if they were sent to death, lined up, waiting for their arrival.

"What are these Han people going to do, do they want to defeat the invincible Manchurian warriors in the field......"

This was the first thought of the Tartar when he saw the situation in front of him.

However, as soon as this idea came to mind, he immediately rejected it himself. Because, everyone in this world knows that the Manchurian warriors are invincible in the field......

"Since the other party is not engaged in a field battle with himself, what is the conspiracy and purpose of the other party to put up such a spear array?"

Just as Swing Tooth Lama subconsciously stopped and was about to think about it, an arrogant shouting and scolding voice from an ironclad soldier quickly dispelled the last trace of worry in Swing Tooth Lama's heart.

"Warriors, since the Han people want to die here, then we will fulfill them. Kill all the Han Chinese and use their heads to pay tribute to our fallen warriors. ”

"Kill all the Han ......"

A dozen Tartars, who had long been carried away by anger, rushed towards the spear formation regardless of a single qiē. Wearing two layers of iron armor, the swinging tooth had to wave the broadsword in his hand, and together with the warriors under his command, rushed towards the spear array.

In normal times, when a dozen or so Manchurian warriors rushed into the Han army a few meters away, under the threat of the powerful murderous aura of the Tartars, the Han army in front of everyone would definitely collapse. When the time comes, what awaits the Manchurian warriors is to take advantage of the situation to cover up and kill the Han army.

Just when a dozen Tartars waved their weapons, making as many roars as they thought were more murderous, waiting for the Han people in front of them to collapse, the accident happened.

The spear formation formed by twenty long sought-after players not only did not collapse, but took a step forward and leveled the spears in their hands.

Suddenly, ten spear heads emitting a cold light were lined up in front of the Tartars.

A hint of bad premonition quickly hit the Tartar's heart.

However, when his subordinates have already rushed here, he can only continue to rush.

Because, once they retreat, everyone's backs will be unreservedly exposed in front of the other party's commander, and they will be slaughtered by the opponent's commander.

Plucked up his courage and shouted to his subordinates who also had a trace of solemnity around him: "Warriors, the Han people are just bluffing, their spear array can't help us, rush forward, defeat them, and kill all the Han people." ”

With the double layer of iron armor on his body, the swing tooth horn quickly rushed to the front.

As he got closer and closer to the opponent's spear array, the big knife in his hand swung faster and faster.

After the dozens of pounds of dà knife easily blocked the spear that was stabbing at his chest, he raised the big knife in his hand again.

When he rushed forward a meter further, he slashed the big knife at the neck of the long snatcher in front of him.

However, just as the target was getting closer and closer to him, a sneer slowly appeared on the face of the tooth swinger. A crisp sound of a spear piercing through the iron armor suddenly reached the ears of the fang-swinging horn, and then, an unprecedented tingling sensation quickly struck the whole body from the ribs.

The smile on Tartar's face froze, and at this moment he could already feel that his body was rapidly dissipating at an unprecedented speed, and he didn't even have the strength to take a step forward and swing his sword.

"Ah......h

After using the last bit of strength in his heart, he let out a roar full of unwillingness.

The large knife held in the hand of the Tartar swing tooth collar fell directly from the hand because of the detachment.

When the two spears that were pierced into the body of the swing horn were quickly pulled out, the body weighing two hundred pounds of the swing tooth horn seemed to lose support and fell to the ground with a roar.

The Swing Tooth Horn died, and an ironclad soldier who followed closely beside the Swing Tooth Horn was also shot twice, and he couldn't die again.

Before the Tooth Swingers who followed behind could react from their astonishment, the second row of ten spears had already stabbed towards their bodies at a rapid pace.

The two platoon leaders scrambled to reap the lives of the Tartars round after round with their fastest speed of shooting and retracting guns.

When the last few Tartars let out a frightened wail and tried to flee for their lives in the rear. The remaining ten sought-after men in the spear platoon had managed to detour back behind them.

Ten spears were all aimed at them. The dozen or so longbowmen who quickly gathered over also drew their bows at the same time, aiming at the few remaining Tartars in the middle of the battlefield.

Wei Zheng, who was very satisfied with the battle in front of him, ordered loudly: "Archer, release the arrows. Grab the hand, attack immediately, and kill all the Tartars. ”

Ten meters away from archery, no matter how bad the archery skills of a dozen longbowmen are, they can also shoot arrows to the target lightly.

After a rain of arrows, the four Tartars fell directly to the ground and turned into corpses.

As for the remaining three Tartars, in the face of continuous everyone, they have long lost their previous sharpness and sharpness. Under the simultaneous attack of dozens of spearmen, he didn't even have a chance to resist, and he was stabbed by the spear with several, or even ten, bloody holes in his body, which kept bleeding out.

After settling the Manchurian Tartars in front of him, Wei Zheng did not forget the dozens of Tartar horses and injuries left on the mountain road.

He shouted to his surprising subordinates, "Brothers, the battle is not over yet. The longbow platoon cleaned up the battlefield on the spot, taking everything we could use, and ...... quickly."

"Brothers in the pike, come with me to receive the more than twenty war horses that the typing left for us... Let's go...."

He stabbed several Tartars to death from injuries on the mountain road, and left a letter from himself to Tartar Cow Luzhen. The spear and longbow platoons, which set out for two hours, marched towards the cottage with captured horses and equipment.