After two rounds of archery, more than half of the caravan guards in the outer circle were killed and wounded, and after they died, a lot of gaps were revealed in this large circle, so that the coachmen and men hiding inside also died a lot-

If the hexagonal bandits are a rabble, then now these people in front of them are not even as good as the rabble, at least the hexagonal bandits still have a little bit of blood bravery, but they can be said to be civilians, civilians who don't know what to do when they see blood. They let out panicked screams one after another, and even more cries rang out, and one by one you pushed me and pushed me to hide behind the cart, and some of them desperately drilled under the car. They behaved so cowardly in the face of Dong Ce's people, but at this moment of survival, they showed extraordinary courage and strength one by one, as long as there was someone in front of them, they pushed them desperately, and then stepped on them heavily. Some people were pushed to the ground, and in an instant, countless big feet were directly stepped on their bodies, and they were immediately trampled on to break tendons and fractures, shatter internal organs, vomit blood and die.

It was not only the coachmen and the buddies who fled for their lives, but also the guards who were really arrogant and domineering before, they were also frightened, they could bluff the common people, and they didn't care if they really met the army. One of the guards tried to get under the car, but there was already someone under the car, and he couldn't squeeze in. He kicked in twice, and the man inside let out a cry of pain, but instead of moving, he grabbed his foot so that he could not kick again.

"Fuck, you're looking for death!" This almost flashed a trace of cruelty in his eyes, and he scolded fiercely, and pulled out the knife to stab inside.

The screams of pain inside turned into screams, and the guard felt as if he had eaten into the man's stomach, gritting his teeth and stabbing him several times in succession, and the knife was already dripping with blood. Sensing that the man was no longer moving, the guard kicked him a few more times, shrunk his body, and got in.

Fan Jienian curled up in the carriage, pale and trembling with fright. He didn't dare to open the curtain to look at it, just listening to the sound outside, he knew that the situation was not good. Next to him, in the luxurious carriage, there were two women, both in their twenties, quite beautiful, but at this time they were disheveled, and they had no time to tidy up, hugging each other and crying, their faces full of fear.

Seeing the chaos of the caravan, Dong Ce couldn't help but laugh, with such tactical literacy and psychological quality, no matter how good the weapon was given to them, it would be useless.

At this time, he knew that he still overestimated these people, he thought that the Fan family had always had some real skills outside the mouth for so many years, but he didn't expect it to be so unbearable.

Dong Ce didn't want to ink anymore, he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible, and he had to clean up the battlefield and then withdraw before dark.

"Kill!"

Dong Ce raised the big gun in his hand and let out a low roar.

He clamped the horse with his legs, and the speed of the Liaodong Divine Horse under his crotch increased to the fastest speed almost instantly, and it sprinted forward as fast as an arrow off the string. He wore chain mail on the inside, and the iron valve armor on the outside. Although the sets of full-body iron armor he later obtained from the Zhenhe Fort warehouse were thicker and heavier, and the protection performance was better, although they weighed seventy pounds, they were completely affordable with Dong Ce's physique. But he still chose the polished shiny, silver-white iron valve armor, which had a special meaning to him.

The silver armor shines, nothing more.

Dong Ce took the lead, and on both sides of him, the family members leveled the cavalry spears in their hands, gathered around Dong Ce, and moved forward to kill.

The whole formation is like a triangular cluster of arrows.

A cold light flickered.

When Dong Ce came in with someone, the battle was already over.

The massacre, perhaps, officially began.

Almost at the same time, the two on both flanks were also killed, but Wang Tong was more cautious, and he left half of his men to patrol the perimeter to prevent anyone from escaping.

At a distance of tens of meters, in an instant, Dong Ce's arrow slammed into the crowd of the caravan.

With a shake of his arms, the gun in his hand stood straight, like the hardest iron rod, and slammed into the head of one of the guards. The fine ash pole with the thickness of the adult man's wrist in Dong Ce's hand was slammed on his head, and its strength was definitely not inferior to an iron rod, and the guard suddenly smashed his brain. His entire head exploded, red blood, gray-white brains, mixed together, and splattered everywhere. It's as if this person is a cut short of thin air.

Dong Ce didn't stop at all in his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the huge gun head was twisted, and the entire body of the gun became an arc, and the tip of the gun stabbed into the throat of another person. The man was dressed in a blue cotton jacket, about forty years old, with an honest and honest face, and a whip in his hand, and he looked like a coachman. Only at this moment, his face was completely distorted by extreme fear, and his face was covered with blood, making him look hideous and terrifying.

Soon, though, he won't have to be afraid.

Dong Ce pierced his neck with a shot, and then turned slightly to the left front, and then pulled out the big gun. The shot created an extremely large and terrifying wound in his neck, almost cutting off the entire neck, and blood gushed out of the wound in a huge amount. Originally, if the throat was pierced, it would have been pink blood foam, because there was a lot of air in the blood. But the wound was too big, and a lot of blood gushed out, and it washed away the blood foam.

He threw himself on the ground, his body twitching, but he was not yet dead. But then the two huge hooves fell down heavily, crushing his back, and I don't know how many bones were broken inside.

Dong Ce made a slight turn of the way, and then the big gun cut the neck of the man in front of him on the left.

It was as if the man had been slashed with the sharpest knife, half of his neck was broken, and his head was pulled down to one side, and only a layer of flesh and skin was left on his neck.

Dong Ce gritted his teeth, stared, and let out a roar of anger in his mouth, and after a while, a lot of lives were contaminated under his hands. Most of the people he killed were not guards, but in Dong Ce's eyes at this moment, there were only enemies, and there was no distinction between civilians and guards.

Anyway, from the moment he made this decision, all the people in the caravan here would die! No one can survive, civilian or not! Otherwise, if the news is leaked, what awaits Dong Ce will be a catastrophe.

Dong Ce's current strength is far from being able to resist the huge force that Fan Yongdou can use.

The family members next to him, holding the cavalry spears in both hands, almost pierced a human body the moment they crashed into the caravan crowd. Some of them were too strong, their hands were too steady, and they even pierced two people.

For example, Dong Yongzhen.

The cavalry spears pierced so deep that they couldn't pull them out in a hurry, but in such a situation, the family members did not panic at all, and in training, I don't know how many times such a situation occurred. In fact, in many countries in Europe at this time, cavalry spears were a one-time consumable, in order to kill and injure the enemy in large quantities and cause damage at the moment when the two sides were engaged. Even as soon as they come into contact with the enemy, they will let go, lest they bruise their arms with great force, and only let the spear pierce the enemy by inertia.

The servants immediately abandoned the cavalry spears and drew the Cossack cavalry swords from their waists, the sharp edges of which reflected the sunlight and dazzled the eyes.

Then they raised their long knives and slashed at the enemy in front of them.

The family members did not have Dong Ce's strength and spearmanship, nor did they have such skilled horseback control skills, so for them, in this crowded battle formation, it would be much better to use a shorter cavalry sword.

The people in the caravan are completely stupid, no one dares to resist at all, and no one has the intention of resisting, they just run for their lives and hide everywhere, but with so many people crowded in such a palm-sized place, where is there a place for them to hide and hide?

They have completely lost any courage to resist.

I really can't hide, so I just closed my eyes and cried loudly, and I was killed.

In the face of such an opponent, every family member is an efficient killing machine, and every stroke of the blade brings a blood-colored light. Blood splattered, and in the light of the sun, it had turned into a killing field.

As for Yelu Lihe and Wang Hun, who used heavy weapons such as cooked copper maces and big axes, they were even more red-eyed, and the lives under his hands were probably more than Dong Ce.

The three ways are marching together, and the family team is encircled, like a flesh and blood crusher, slowly but surely moving forward, harvesting human lives.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was a cup of tea, maybe a quarter of an hour, maybe half an hour. When Dong Ce cut off half of the enemy's entire head in front of him with a horizontal shot, he suddenly found that there was no one in front of him.

There was a tall carriage in front of him, and the enemy in front of him fell limply, and the corpses were piled up three or four feet high in the field next to the wheels of the carriage.

Dong Ce looked back again, it was only about ten meters away from the place where he had just entered the caravan, and within the ten meters behind him, there were at least one hundred and seventy or eighty corpses. Such a number of corpses were piled up in such a small area, and it was really layered and dense, so that people couldn't help but twitch the corners of their eyes and explode their scalps when they saw it.

Mountains of corpses! A huge amount of blood poured out of the corpse and gathered into a small river, a bright red river. The river of blood was three or four feet wide, and flowed down the terrain in a southeasterly direction. And this piece of the ground, which had been frozen hard in the winter like rammed earth, was now a muddy ground, and the horses' hooves stepped on it and pulled it out, and it was covered with muddy water. Red mud, red blood.

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