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The killing, and so began.

The huge screams of the Tartars and the sounds of the battle instantly attracted the attention of the rest of the Tartars in the village.

More and more Tartars did not have time to pay attention to the poor women who had been ravaged by them, and they rushed out of the houses with their trousers on.

As soon as they walked out of the door, they saw a big man covered in blood, holding a long knife, standing in the middle of the village intersection with murderous intent looking at them.

How long has this been?

How long has it been since the Tartars have seen a man who dares to follow them with hard steel?

Even the army of the Ming Dynasty didn't dare to provoke them, and now only one Han dog dared to come alone!

Look for death!!

Bronn had already killed them, and he didn't care about the dozens of Tartars on the street, and rushed directly into the crowd against them!

The Tartars in the village were furious when they saw that someone dared to charge at them, and that there was only one person on the other side!

A Qing army leader was furious and rushed towards Bulon first.

"Kill this dog!"

A group of Tartars roared and rushed forward, and the Tartars in the village were furious, some of them were not wearing armor, and they were rushing up with bows and arrows or all kinds of weapons.

The Tartar in front of him was dressed in yellow lacquered iron-inlaid cotton armor, with a lightning rod on his head, his figure was as stocky as a meat ball, holding a big stick in his hand, and he looked extremely strong, he used to be able to frighten the Ming army on the other side with a roar, and at this moment he was the signature roar, but he found that the Han dog on the opposite side had a normal face and did not react.

Even, still smiling at yourself?

Without any accidents, the Tartar who rushed first was stabbed in the stomach by Bron.

Bang la la la...

The intestines and blood flowed all over the ground.

The tartar did not die immediately, but fell to the ground and convulsed, looking at Bronn in horror.

According to Bron's strength, in fact, it is still possible to kill this Tartar with a single sword, but Bronn does not.

Because Bronn also wanted these Tartars to experience what it was like to be tortured like this.

Right?

Not to mention Bron's village center, Park Bian fell at the entrance of the village to the north of the village, and Bronn could go in to vent his anger unscrupulously, but Park Bian did not go in, because Park Bian had to ensure that he could not let the Tartars escape from his direction.

Several Tartars found Pu Bian, who was sitting on a tree stump at the entrance of the village and smoking.

Although the people of this era didn't know what Park Bian was doing, they could feel that Park Bian's eyes looking at them were so bland.

It's so plain that it's as if they're just an ordinary cat and a dog!

This is contempt!

As a cavalry member of the Qing army, he naturally couldn't stand the contempt from the Han dog, which he usually looked down on at all!

Without saying much, a few Tartars rushed up with a loud roar.

The weapons of the Qing cavalry were somewhat similar to the Mongolian scimitars, but they were not so curved.

Park Bian saw the Tartar who rushed over first and took out the black killer.

But after Tartar saw Park Bian take out a strange-shaped gun, he didn't dodge, but rushed over without dodging at all!

In their cognition, Han Dog's firearms are just like that, not only can they not hit the enemy, but they are also easy to blow up their own chambers, and they will blow themselves up first, so this Tartar is not worried about the so-called firearms in Pu Bian's hands at all.

Bang!

The bullet of the black killer hit the Tartar directly in the head.

The explosion effect appeared, and the Tartar's head was broken in half!

But the tartar still rushed towards Park Bian with a fierce look.

Park Bian sighed.

This is the power of the black killer, which can no longer keep up with the progress of Park Bian.

The black killer has a lethality of 80 points, even if the attack on the head has a critical damage bonus, even if the explosion special effect appears, this tartar is still not dead!

It can only be said that the black killer can no longer be Park Bian's main weapon at this stage.

Pu Bian put away the black killer and watched the Tartar who came first jump off the stump, and the light in his hand flashed.

Shaolin Long Fist.

Punch strength.

These two skills are already level 10, and the current power is no longer the same as when they were in the Battle of Nanjing.

"Huh!!"

Even if this Tartar has iron armor on his chest, Park Bian's punch is still a punch to his chest.

The Tartar was pleased that the Han dog in front of him was not a fool, and he actually hit his iron armor with his bare hands, but he didn't expect that after a punch, his hand holding the scimitar would fall so slowly and weakly.

Bang long long ...

The scimitar fell to the ground.

Pu Bian slowly withdrew his right hand and wiped it with some disgust.

looked at the tartar who had been punched out of his chest with a big bowl-sized blood hole, and was quite satisfied.

[You have killed a Qing cavalry and gained 100 faction points.] 】

Pu Bian didn't know what this camp could be exchanged for, but the reward for killing a Tartar turned out to be the same as the reward for the task given to him by Wu Zeqing?

Park Bian smiled, his eyes becoming a little strange.

If before he came here to kill the Tartars, Park Bian's purpose was only anger and revenge, then now, it is no longer just like this.

At least Tianlan gave Park Bian and them one more reason to kill the Tartars.

And those Tartars who rushed towards Pu Bian together, saw that their companions were punched out of a big hole in their armor under the punch of the Han people, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward again!

What is invincible.

What an ironclad hero.

Under the shroud of death, the elite cavalry of the Qing army should flee not the same as fleeing.

It's just that in the eyes of the Tartars who turned and fled, the terrible Han man stood still and didn't move, but he slowly raised his terrible right hand, stretched out his index finger and thumb in his direction, and pointed straight in his direction!!

“BOOM！”

There was a burst of onomatopoeia from Pu Bian's mouth.

And then the head of the Tartar that ran at the end, like a smashed watermelon, burst with a bang!