Chapter 8: Kill the Tartars

On the vast grassland, the horses galloped, but also dripping freely, but there were chasing soldiers behind, which ruined the scenery.

After Mao Wenlong won the horse, he galloped all the way down the foot of the mountain, and just ran less than five miles away, Chen Jisheng heard the sound of horses' hooves chasing after him.

With his many years of experience in fighting the Tartars, it was clear that the pursuers were coming. In fact, from the very beginning when his identity was revealed, he had already expected such consequences.

At that time, if the woman had been slashed with a knife, maybe the pursuers would not have followed so quickly, but the pursuers would have chased after them so quickly, indicating that this was the woman leading the way.

Although he was dissatisfied with Mao Wenlong's order not to kill, Chen Jisheng did not dare to complain. As a qualified general, the most basic quality of the order must be carried out.

Mao Wenlong also heard the sound of horses' hooves chasing behind him at this moment, and knew that if he continued like this, he would inevitably be caught up.

"Jisheng!" Mao Wenlong shouted behind him.

"The last general!" When Chen Jisheng heard this, he hurriedly urged the horse to lean up.

"Is there a way to shake off the pursuers behind you?" Mao Wenlong knew that Chen Jisheng knew a lot about Tartars, so he asked such a question.

Chased in the Tartar's lair, where else could there be a way to get rid of them, let alone the two sides being so close. Chen Jisheng shook his head helplessly: "Dudu, there is no other way, or I will stay with Chengzuo to break off." ”

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves behind you, you should ride about a dozen or so, as long as you don't run into a difficult opponent. If the other party is just an ordinary tartar, Chen Jisheng is still sure that he will be able to get out of the way.

Mao Wenlong thought about it for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Then do it, you two act carefully, don't fall in love, everything is based on the premise of saving your life." ”

"Don't worry, Ji Sheng knows!"

Chen Jisheng replied with his fists, and then stopped fighting with Cheng Zuole, and the long knife was unsheathed and stared coldly at the direction that the Tartars behind him were chasing.

Soon, a small group of Tartars appeared in their sight, and as Chen Jisheng expected, there were indeed only eleven Tartars.

The leader is a big man with a full beard and a tiger's waist, and a burly figure, giving people a sense of strength and strength.

"The thief escaped, and ate grandpa's knife!" The big man burst into a shout, brandished the scimitar in his hand, and rushed straight at Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo, who had stopped.

The former is fierce, but the latter is not afraid, and after glancing at each other, the two of them clamped the horse's belly. The war horse under his crotch neighed and rushed out with all his might.

When the two sides staggered, the sword flashed, and the big man only felt that his right hand holding the knife was numb, and then he lost consciousness. A sharp pain ensued throughout the body.

One of his arms, broken at the shoulder, fell to the ground in a splatter of blood, and it was evident that the severed hand was still holding the scimitar.

Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo teamed up to injure the big man, but they didn't make any stops, and still rode their horses into the Tartar camp in the rear. Wherever the long knife went, blood was immediately seen, and the screams suddenly rang out continuously.

Eleven Tartars, one of them was wounded, three were wounded, and one was directly beheaded.

Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo did not stop, but ran straight away. The rest of the Tartars did not stop there, leaving one to look after the wounded, while the others continued to chase after them.

Knowing that he is invincible, but still persevering, this tartar is indeed extremely brave.

Chen Jisheng could hear the sound of horses' hooves behind him, and when he looked back, he saw that there were only six Tartars chasing after him. Immediately laughed and said to Cheng Zuo: "There are only six people left in the Tartars to chase after us, let's cooperate again." ”

"Just what I want!" Cheng Zuo shouted in response.

The two had a tacit understanding, and at the same time turned the horse's head and rushed towards the six Tartars again.

Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo followed Mao Wenlong to garrison the Dongjiang River for several years, and fought with the Tartars no less than 100 times. I know a lot about the Tartars, and although the Tartars in front of me look extremely brave on the outside, they are just ordinary soldiers.

Without the cover of archers, there was no pressure to solve the eleven people in front of him.

The six Tartars, who were in hot pursuit, suddenly saw two of them turn their horses' heads and rush towards them. The faces of the six people turned pale.

From the first confrontation just now, they all knew that they were not opponents, but they had no way out, so they could only grit their teeth and rush forward.

"Poof!"

Chen Jisheng directly cut off the head of a Tartar with a single knife, and the special long knife was very sharp. After cutting off the human head, he continued to impale the body of another Tartar without any hindrance.

Cheng Zuo was not slower than Chen Jisheng at all, and he was more ferocious. Wherever the long knife pointed, blood was immediately splattered, and the severed hands flew together.

As soon as the six Tartars came into contact, four of them died instantly. The remaining two could no longer withstand such a blow, so they turned their horses around and ran.

Chen Jisheng was willing to give up, and the long knife suddenly came out of his hand, directly piercing the chest of the Tartar in front of him, and penetrating his chest from the back, revealing most of the bloody blade.

The last remaining Tartar was already dead, and he slapped the horse's ass desperately to escape. It's a pity that Chengzuo didn't give him any chance at all, and at the same time as the horse caught up, he suddenly flew up, jumped directly behind the Tartar, put the long knife against his neck, and gently pulled it, and pushed the Tartar's body to the ground.

Cleanly and neatly killed the remaining two Tartars, Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo looked at each other and smiled, and then continued to ride back to the previous Tartars.

The first bearded man, his severed arm had been bandaged at will, but the pain of the severed arm had not been alleviated, and at this moment he was very weak, his face was as white as a zombie, obviously caused by excessive blood loss.

When he saw Chen Jisheng and Chengzuo who came back, he already expected that the others must be more than lucky.

Chen Jisheng's horse speed did not decrease but increased, and the horse jumped directly past the big man, and the long knife easily cut into his neck with the momentum of the horse speed.

The big man's head was taken out two meters away with a knife, and blood splattered from the short head. Cheng Zuo was not idle, and the rest of the wounded and the tartar who stayed behind were all dealt with by him in twos and threes.

So far, none of the eleven Tartars survived, and all of them died under the swords of two of them. Chen Jisheng dismounted first and began to rummage through the Tartar's body.

He didn't leave anything he could take away, especially the weapons and horses were all sorted out and taken away. Soon, the two packed up and returned with a full load.

The eleven men had obviously come in a hurry, and there was nothing good on them, and the eleven horses were useful, and the others had nothing to be happy about.

Chen Jisheng didn't dare to stay for a long time, and chased Mao Wenlong in the direction of Mao Wenlong's departure with the loot and Chengzuo.

These eleven Tartars are obviously just forwards, if there are dozens of Tartars chasing after them, it must be Chen Jisheng who runs away.

The thick smell of blood from the corpses left on the battlefield soon attracted the vultures to share the food, and the wild wolves also arrived behind, and in a short time they snatched eleven corpses to eat.