Yatu's eyes were still hanging in the sockets, but her face looked like a bloody skeleton.

He couldn't make a sound, and his tongue had been cut out raw.

The pain and anger made the Manchurian leader instinctively draw his sword, but his right hand softened at the moment of touching the hilt.

Extremely powerless!

Then his knees weakened uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground.

As it twitched, the dagger that ran from its chin upwards was still rigging straight into its nose bone.

"Your Excellency!"

Wu Likan, who was the first to notice this scene, screamed in shock, and before he could draw his knife, there was a muffled sound of "poof" entering the flesh, and a sharp arrow passed through his neck.

The strength was so great that it passed directly through the throat, and the sharp arrow pierced a tree a few feet away with a bloody "beep".

It was Zhao Jinzhong who shot Wu Likan.

Ming Army marksman.

Wu Likan, who was pierced through his throat, lost the ability to speak like Zuoling Yatu, and the sound he wanted to make in his throat turned into blood rushing out from both ends of his neck.

It's like two fountains of blood.

"Uh..."

Wu Likan, who stared wide and felt the arrival of death, subconsciously pressed the front and back wounds with both hands, but the blood couldn't stop, and kept bubbling out along the gaps in his hands.

In the end, the leader who had been to Kunming could only squat on the ground in vain with his neck covered, and soon he couldn't squat due to excessive blood loss, and his head fell heavily while leaning forward, and a red cherry spike helmet rolled to the ground in an instant.

There were no screams, no wailings, only the "poof" of blood gushing out of the air.

Before the rest of the Manchurian soldiers could react, the Ming army, pretending to be the Qing army, had already moved.

Those "battalion soldiers" who were like beasts controlling the Han girl showed a hideous and terrifying expression to the Manchurian soldiers around them after the general made a move!

Knife slash spear poke!

Shoot with guns!

The unsuspecting Manchurian soldiers ordered twenty or thirty people to be killed on the spot.

There was no resistance.

It wasn't even after being killed that I understood what was going on.

"They are Han soldiers!"

The Manchurian soldiers who were far away finally reacted and shouted in panic one by one, but instead of fiercely holding knives and killing the fake green battalion soldiers, they all chose to flee.

Because, there were too many Ming troops rushing towards them.

A close Manchurian soldier instinctively stretched his bow and wanted to shoot an arrow straight at him to kill a "pigtail soldier" who was rushing straight towards him, but before the big arrow on the string flew out, a long knife fell from the air, cutting off his right arm with a bow.

The bowstring immediately loosens.

The arrow, which had lost its strength, did not shoot at the false green battalion as its master intended, but deflected and shot at a stone.

It was Wang Wu who wielded the knife.

Instead of pulling his dagger back from the chin of the Manchurian leader on the ground, he picked up a large knife and slashed at the left calf of a Manchurian soldier in a rolling manner, slashing his throat amid the wailing of the opponent, and then slashed off the right arm of the Manchurian soldier who was about to release the arrow.

"Kill, don't leave a single one!"

Wang Wuyi, who was armed with a bloody knife, took the lead and rushed towards the group of Manchurian soldiers who turned around and retreated.

The Ming army with braids and the Ming army without braids all rushed up, and their eyes were full of revenge.

They've endured it all the way!

The sudden change made the women dumbfounded.

The Qing soldiers, who were still holding or pressing them, bravely slashed and killed the Tartars in the blink of an eye, which made the women who were trembling with fear unable to believe that the scene in front of them was real for a while!

"It's our people!"

A woman in her twenties seemed to understand something, and saw a tartar who had been shot by an arrow on the side, but she did not hesitate to rush forward and pick up the saber that had fallen off the tartar on the ground, and poked it hard at the tartar's stomach.

The tartar was covered with armor, and the strength of the woman was not enough to break through the armor!

Seeing this, the tartar who was hit by the arrow was also ruthless, and despite the arrow wound, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the woman's neck, shouting something "wow" in his mouth.

The woman's strength was not as strong as the injured tartar, and she was pinched so that she could not breathe immediately, and her delicate face instantly turned red due to lack of oxygen.

At the last moment, the Tartar's head was suddenly hammered hard, and the helmet fell to the ground.

Another hammer smashed, only to smash the tartar at that time the world whirled, the eyes were black, and the vision was blurred.

One, two, countless times.

It wasn't until the Tartar's head was smashed to pieces and the stone was covered with blood and white juice that another woman in her forties behind the Tartar stopped.

He sat down like a cramp.

The young woman, who still held the knife in her hand, stared blankly at the tartar in front of her, whose head was rotten and her legs were shaking, and after a long time, she cried.

All around was the cries of women.

Some sat there because they were too frightened, and some of them cried while picking up the weapons of the Tartar soldiers on the ground and frantically chopping down the corpses of the Tartar soldiers.

One woman even cut off the head of a Tartar soldier with a knife like a madwoman, and carried it around the crowd.

There are words in his mouth as he runs.

Don't know what you're talking about.

The soldiers of the Ming army, who jumped past them to chase and kill the Manchurian soldiers, did not stop to comfort and comfort these poor women, because they wanted revenge.

Avenge the thousands of poor people who died under the butcher's knife of the Tartars!

How can the scattered Manchurian soldiers have the appearance of the warriors of the Eight Banners!

One by one, they only hate their father and mother for having two legs!

Under the pursuit of the Ming army, the Manchurian soldiers scattered and fled, and some were surrounded by the Ming army in a panic, and they became ghosts in the blink of an eye.

Some were driven by the Ming army and had to run to the Jedi.

A Manchurian soldier who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old was forced to a corner by Jiang Tiancheng with a knife.

The weapons of this Manchurian soldier had long been discarded, and he looked at Jiang Tiancheng, who was approaching fiercely, without any weapons in his hand, and there was nothing but fear in his eyes.

The screams of his companions not far away made him tremble even more.

The desire for life prompted him to want to kneel down and surrender, but when he set out for the battle, the earnest instructions of Amma, Eniang, and Marfa made his legs unable to weaken.

He can't disgrace his Tara!

But he really didn't want to die!

Jiang Tiancheng didn't know what the small Manchurian soldiers in front of him were thinking, he only knew that he wanted to avenge the women who were hanging from the trees.

The long knife stabbed directly into the chest of the Manchurian soldier.

Looking at the long knife that pierced into his body, the young Manchurian soldier's eyes were full of unwillingness.

Knowing that he couldn't live, he didn't know if it was the awakening of his bloodline or the last dignity, so he opened his mouth violently and bit Jiang Tiancheng's left arm.

"!"

Jiang Tiancheng, who was ferocious, ignored the huge pain coming from his left arm, picked up a stone and smashed it into the mouth of the Manchurian soldier.

I don't know how many times I smashed it, but it was so much that the Manchurian soldier's mouth was full of blood, and Jiang Tiancheng threw a stone.

With a "wow", the young Manchurian soldier spat out a mouthful of blood.

In the blood water, there are more than a dozen teeth.