The horizontal spear was immediate, and the posture seemed to shock the Tartars on the city gate.

The face glanced around easily, hehe smiled, the snow-white teeth, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a demonic beast that chooses people to devour.

Looking at the slaves hiding far away outside the city, the smile was even worse, but no matter how you looked at it, there was a rich killing intent boiling to the extreme.

Carrying a gun and slapping the horse's ass, the war horse suddenly got the order and obediently rushed forward.

"Kill!"

With a violent sound, a mouthful of white mist actually spit out from his mouth to form a gun shadow, which was very strange.

This gun shadow was useless, but the vision it caused was enough to make Wang Jian excited.

For a while, the fighting spirit was even more surging, and the flame in his chest was burning, and if he didn't vent, it was enough to burn himself into slag.

Tartars are not easy to mess with, and in such a harsh environment outside the gates, wildness is inevitable.

What's more, the panic that Wang Jian brought to them before was very illusory, and now that they think about it, the other party is alone, can they still turn the sky upside down.

What they were really angry about was that there was a southern barbarian who dared to break into their capital.

Who doesn't know, they have never been the only ones who plundered the Ming Kingdom, when did the Southern Barbarians dare to take the initiative to provoke them.

Looking at the so-called wars in the past, they have always been victorious.

and some generals of the Ming Kingdom played the idea of getting rich together, and harvested the wealth of those ordinary people together.

They swept the Tartars, and the Ming army ploughed again, developed together, and created a harmonious society.

A battle of tens of thousands of people, with hundreds of casualties, is a great victory.

How beautiful, how desirable.

It's just that this short-sighted southern barbarian dares to provoke, this is to undermine social stability!

The team immediately rushed towards Wang Jian, because the time was short, only a few hundred people gathered, but these hundreds of people charged together, and there was still a taste of thousands of troops.

Not to mention the combat power of the Tartars, this kind of momentum has really been trained.

The corners of Wang Jian's mouth were slightly grinning, and her mood was extremely comfortable.

These are all NPCs who practice his guns, and I just hope they don't disappoint him and break through the shackles of marksmanship.

Habitually, a round of arrow rain shoots Wang Jian.

However, this guy's reaction speed was too fast, and the spear of Zhang'er was wielded at will, and the arrows that shot him were bounced away.

At a distance of 100 meters, two rounds of arrow rain were useless, and then a short handover was made.

As soon as he entered the crowd, it was like a tiger entering a flock, the spear hissed, and the moment he blocked the enemy's attack, the spear head swung into the opponent's chest.

With a flick of his hand, the corpse smashed on the enemy in front of him, and the enemy immediately spurted blood to the end, and was trampled into meat sauce by the horse's feet behind him.

Wang Jian didn't stop for the slightest, and the muzzle of the gun shuttled, smashing the head of another enemy.

This is just the beginning, less than a second.

Then he urged his horse and burrowed into the flock.

Zhanger's spear danced like a poisonous snake by him, piercing through life.

Behind him, blood soaked the earth, and the corpses of warriors who would slaughter tens of millions of lives for a harmonious society in the future lay corpses.

There were more and more tartars gathered around, Wang Jian was covered in blood, but he was tireless, and the spear of the second zhang was always danced by him smartly and fiercely.

One by one, the living warriors were slaughtered, and the Tartar Emperor Huang Taiji, who was standing at the head of the city, looked at the figure of the tragic battle, and his face was hideous.

"The southern barbarians are so rampant, Haoge, gather men and horses, you must kill this fang as soon as possible!"

"The retainers obey!"

Haoge left with a few generals, and Huang Taiji looked at Wang Jian, who was still majestic, with a strong killing intent flashing in his eyes, and even made his face hideous.

A southern barbarian actually killed at the gate of the capital, what is this?

If Wang Jian is not killed as soon as possible, where is the majesty of the entire Qing Kingdom?

I'm afraid that the Eight Banners will have a fluctuating mind, and even have concerns about him as a chief.

And those Han Chinese slaves are more likely to have some ideas, which is very bad for stability.

And most importantly, where is the majesty of his chieftain.

Dolgon and the others are all watching from the sidelines, and any mistakes and omissions may affect the stability of his throne.

So that guy must die, and anyone who destroys the stability must die.

Wang Jian didn't know that Huang Taiji had a murderous heart for him, he was actually the same, and even wanted to see what the legendary Da Yu'er was like.

It's a pity that in the world of Luding, the queen mother played by Long Er doesn't know if it's Da Yu'er. The Queen Mother she hid in the ice cellar was quite beautiful, but there were too many things to think about at that time.

As for now, it depends.

With a shot in the head, the war horse neighed and continued to gallop away, and Wang Jian continued to wave the second spear with both arms.

And so on, every shot takes a fresh life.

Fighting on the battlefield, marksmanship and the like are actually not exquisite.

The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and danger can arise at any time, and if you use your marksmanship, you will definitely have to kneel.

Wang Jian is now using basic marksmanship, pointing, piercing, stabbing, sweeping, etc., all kinds of basic moves.

These moves are combined in various ways to become marksmanship, such as the Hundred Strikes of the Plain.

The basic marksmanship that has been completed is more refined and direct under his interpretation, and every time he shoots, he will always reap a human life.

After a long time, more people were killed, and when the gun was shot again, a trace of bloody murderous aura loomed on it, making it uncomfortable to breathe.

Those who are weaker in mind may even have blank minds and cannot do it themselves.

The elite soldiers of the Qing Kingdom, at this moment, are like weak sheep under Wang Jian's gun, falling in a pool of blood one by one, accumulating more and more, which is terrifying.

Several times with the Ming Kingdom, the Qing Kingdom's losses have never been so heavy.

Seeing Wang Jian, who was surrounded by a dense crowd but was still frantically strangled, cold sweat broke out on Huang Taiji's forehead.

"Your Majesty, we might as well bombard it with artillery fire."

"Damn, do you want the soldiers to be buried with you?"

"That southern barbarian is so powerful that he doesn't even see fatigue. Our losses have been very heavy, thousands of lives. In that case, it's better to be more direct. ”

"It's going to cause discontent among the soldiers."

"Not necessarily, maybe they'll be happy."

There was a quarrel in the city, but Wang Jian saw a group of people rushing in front of him.

The leader was a burly man, with a mace in his hand, and rushed towards him with great vigour.

Wang Jian sneered and didn't pay attention to it.

The more and more Tartars were killed around, and there were obviously many more Han faces, but there were rat tails on the back of their heads.

He knew that it must be Han Baqi, but he didn't know which one was Li Yongfang.

But it doesn't matter, when the time comes, it's all killed, it doesn't matter which one is.

If he escaped, it would be nothing, and his betrayal would have been wanted by the government a long time ago.

As long as he continues to kill, these so-called high-ranking officials and princes will definitely come to stop him.

Hunting them down by yourself will affect the steps of the battle.

It's better to wait for someone to send it to the door themselves, maybe Li Yongfang was killed by him a long time ago.

He has never paid attention to those officials and lords of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he can't watch Qing court dramas, so he can't tell the difference.

But is it necessary to recognize?