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The ghost cried wolf, and the eight war knives were intertwined into a sharp edge, finding Zhao Yu's upper body, and the killing was coming.

The distance of one or twenty paces is only two breaths for the cavalry who has already entered the state of full sprint. Eight swords are in front of you.

Zhao Yu suddenly leaned over, grabbed the front legs of the war horse that he killed, and turned up against the ground, which was a sweep.

Only a dozen or so cracks of bones were heard, and the cavalry that came over after the eight horsemen, and the war horses of the five horses in front of them were all swept off their front legs, and then they fell forward with a bang, throwing the five cavalry on their backs away.

Among them, two unlucky people had their feet stuck in stirrups, and suddenly they were planted in the high-speed sprint, and one of their thighs was torn off even the belt bone.

Zhao Yu was like seeing a stitch, entering the room with no thickness, dodging out of the gap between the five war horses, and then jumped up as if flying, grabbed the head of the rider behind him, twisted his fingers, and turned his head in a circle, and then closed his war horse, and fell into a ball with the five horses that fell in front.

The first nine to rush over were only three horsemen.

The Tartar scout never expected Zhao Yu to have such a hand, and actually used a war horse weighing more than 1,000 catties as a weapon. In an instant, it was chaotic. The three horsemen behind hurriedly pulled out the horse's head and let it pass.

At this time, because the Tartar scouts who were fighting in close combat were engaged with Zhao Yu, the remaining ten cavalry scouts who were thirty or forty steps away did not dare to shoot indiscriminately, they all put away their bows and arrows, and also drew their swords.

Zhao Yu twisted off the neck of a rider Tartar, and before the rider Tartar rushed over, his toes were a little on the horse's back, and he pounced on the other rider.

He clenched his palms into a fist, punched out, and with a muffled bang, the riding tartar couldn't keep up with Zhao Yu's speed at all, and he was instantly shattered by a punch in the chest!

Zhao Yu took down the war knife raised in his hand with his hand, turned sideways to avoid the fragments of internal organs that spewed out of his mouth, and then put a little on the side of the war horse, and reflexively pounced on the other horse.

The knife flashed, and the head fell to the ground.

The last rider had turned his horse's head and rushed out five or six paces from the side. Zhao Yu was still borrowing strength on horseback, as light as a flying swallow, and he immediately slaughtered it, and with another knife, another human head fell to the ground.

With a soft pop, Zhao Yu fell to the ground, pulled the war knife in his hand, stepped forward calmly, and stabbed one by one, slashing the five Tartars who had been broken by him and planted on the ground and had not yet come to their senses.

Then he turned around and locked his gaze on the other ten people who were galloping towards him.

The results are obvious.

The ten horsemen scouts, seeing Zhao Yu chopping melons and vegetables, killed half of his companions in just a few breaths, and they were terrified for a while.

To escape.

So in the process of sprinting, he hurriedly pulled out the dock and scattered to run away.

But where will Zhao Yu let them go?!

Zhao Yu is a leisurely stroll, and his footsteps are comparable to a galloping horse. Once you use all your strength, your feet are like flying. He drove them up one by one and killed them all.

It would be useless to let the scout scatter and flee, and let the scout die and struggle.

All of them were buried under Zhao Yu's knife.

The noon sun was exceptionally bright, just under the blue sky and white clouds, under the sun, Zhao Yu stood tall, holding a long knife dripping blood in his hand.

Within a radius of two or three miles, twenty elite cavalry of Tartars fell horizontally. These Tartars, who once flaunted their might and slaughtered countless people, all died without corpses.

Exhaling softly, Zhao Yu only felt that his heart was extremely open. There is a slight lightness that rises from the heart. This kind of lightness can only come out when laughing with the master.

He knew he was going for revenge. And some of the interest has been recouped today.

Zhao Yu looked at Jinzhou in the southeast.

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It's autumn, and it's the time of autumn. And Jinzhou City has been besieged for more than half a month.

The army led by the Ming general Zu Dashou was stationed in this military town, with strong walls and clear fields, and held on to the army of the Tartars. Huang Taiji, the emperor of the Tartars, learned the lesson of the previous attack that did not go well, and this time he planned to play the strategy of encircling the point to send reinforcements.

Because Ningyuan, which is just behind Jinzhou City, is the 130,000 army of Hong Chengchou, the governor of Jiliao.

The Ming army is good at defending, if the turtle retreats in the city, no matter how powerful the army of the Tartars is, there is nothing to do. In addition, the Ming army has a superiority in strength, so it is even more difficult to force it.

The siege of Jinzhou is to lure out Hong Chengchou of Ningyuan and fight him in the field.

On Mingting's side, he has already gotten the news. The emperor of the Ming Dynasty was in a hurry, because the internal thieves swarmed again. And Hong Chengchou is the best at suppressing thieves. It will definitely urge Hong Chengchou to fight a quick battle, so that he can transfer back the army and suppress the thieves.

Hong Chengchou is powerful, but he is not as powerful as the emperor.

As long as the domestic thieves in the Ming Dynasty returned, the Ming emperor could not sit still. Once he couldn't sit still and gave an order to urge, Hong Chengchou had no choice but to lead his troops to battle.

In this way, the initiative is in the hands of the Tartars.

Now that Jinzhou has been besieged for more than half a month, Huang Taiji estimates that the grain and grass in the city should probably be exhausted. Because in the past few days, in Jinzhou City, every night, there are several groups of soldiers to break through.

Zu Dashou couldn't hold on.

Huang Taiji let go of these soldiers who broke through each time. In order for them to report to Hong Chengchou for help.

Zu Dashou couldn't hold on to asking for help repeatedly, and if he was urged by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Hong Chengchou would definitely not be able to sit still.

The pocket has been opened.

However, Huang Taiji has been a little puzzled in the past few days.

Since three days ago, scouts have been missing one after another. From the three teams of scouts on the first day, there were seven teams of 140 elite scouts yesterday who did not return to hand over the mission before dark, and this morning, another eight teams of 160 elite scouts did not return.

In three days, the front and back combined lost two Niu Lu's elite soldiers!

One Ox is 300 people, and two Niu Lu is 600 people!

And they're all scouts!

They are all the most elite sons of the clan!

He is only a Jurchen tribe, and the elite soldiers of his own tribe that can be pulled out so far are only tens of thousands. These scouts are still the elite selected from tens of thousands of people, and the loss of two Niu Lu is really painful.

Huang Taiji noticed it early, and at first thought it was the Ming army doing ghosts. But if you look closely, it's clear that it's not. The main force of the Ming army is still in Ningyuan and has not moved.

If it was a ghost made by the Ming army, even if there were only twenty scouts in a team, if the Ming army did not have a thousand people, it would be impossible to annihilate them all. And for an army of more than 1,000 people, the movement is so big that it is impossible not to detect it.

What's going on?

Because every time he was completely annihilated, there was no living mouth, only the corpse was left, Huang Taiji could not get accurate information at all, and could only guess. Little did he know that a humanoid monster, a humanoid monster, was roaming around him, looking for an opportunity.

After Zhao Yu killed the first team of Tartar scouts three days ago, he quietly came to the vicinity of the Tartar camp outside Jinzhou City. After wandering around, just looking at the big banner, you know that the emperor of the Tartars is coming!

Originally, Zhao Yu planned to kill directly and take the head of the Tartar Emperor. But when I think about it, I don't think it's safe. Taking the head of Emperor Xi'a and then returning to his hometown to pay tribute to his parents is what a son of man should do. But among the ten thousand armies, it is not easy to find the Tartar Emperor.

Coupled with the obstruction of the Tartar army, I am afraid that he will run away.

So after thinking about it, I decided to observe it for a while. This Tartar army can't always be stationed here, right?

In the process of marching, the army is elongated, and flaws will inevitably be exposed. When the time comes, find the right target and kill with one hit, and that will be the perfect ending!

But observation is observation, waiting is waiting, and nothing can be done.

So the scouts of the Tartars were unlucky.

Zhao Yu wandered within four or five miles outside the Tartar military camp, walking round by circle, encountering a team of slaughter, never falling short, never leaving a living mouth.

Even the war horses were driven into the mountains and forests, and not a single horse was left alive for the tartars.

Zhao Yu's actions made Huang Taiji and other high-level Tartars sit on pins and needles, suspicious. But the Ming army didn't know yet. If you know, I'm afraid you won't be happy.

You must know that since the rise of the Tartars to become the biggest threat to the north of the Ming Dynasty, the Ming army has been defeated repeatedly. That's still a lot of work.

And Zhao Yu alone slaughtered almost 600 Tartar elites in three days, and the real Tartars are not fakes for killing good and risking merit. This kind of credit, casually placed on the head of a Ming official and a general, is enough to be promoted to the third level.

Naturally, Zu Dashou in Jinzhou City didn't know that there was a helper who was helping him unintentionally. Ning Yuan, who was far behind Jinzhou City, Hong Chengchou didn't know that there was such a humanoid monster blocking the Tartars.

But the Tartars were in a hurry.

On the fourth day, in just one morning, six more teams of scouts were killed, all of them abandoned in the wilderness, found by other teams of scouts, and then returned. Huang Taiji didn't dare to slack off anymore, and hurriedly convened his generals to discuss the matter.

He naturally didn't know that with Zhao Yu's easy killing, he figured out the law of the Tartar scout's march, and this killing was even more neat. Half a day is as good as the day before.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Huang Taiji is wearing a yellow robe inside and armor outside, and his complexion is very bad.

He was already sick, obese, and repeatedly bleeding from his mouth and nose, and now he has done this kind of ghostly thing, and it is strange that he can be good in his heart.

On the left and right of the tent, all the patriarchs of the Tartars sat in columns.

There is Huang Taiji's son Hauge, and there are Azig, Duoduo and other fierce generals. As for Dolgon, he was left in his lair to watch over his home.

A discussion followed, but nothing came of it. But it can't be attributed to ghosts and gods, because it hurts morale. After thinking about it, the reckless Hauge couldn't sit still, and clamored to lead the troops out and kill the ghost.

Huang Taiji thought about it and felt that there was only this way. I also believe in my heart that my eldest son, although he is reckless, he is not useless when he fights.

So he gave him five oxen, that is, 1,500 horsemen.