After Altay came down from the enemy platform, he finally found a war horse, he stepped on the war horse as fast as possible, drew his waist knife, and then scolded the Han soldiers guarding the gate at the entrance of the camp to open the gate of the wall, and rushed out quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He prayed silently in his heart, hoping that Dahe Niulu and them would start a little slower, so that he could leave a few Han people for himself to kill.

Even just one!

This time, he wanted to cut off the head of the Ming people with a knife, like Dahe Niulu, and then let it fly into the air, and then fall to the ground, gurgling and rolling. Only if you can do this can you be a true warrior.

For this reason, I have been secretly sharpening the knife for several days!

After the fast horse left the village, he galloped a few hundred meters, and the sky was gradually brightening.

He was anxious, thinking that Dahe Niulu must have killed all those Ming soldiers. It's just that before the killing, those useless Ming soldiers have already surrendered. General Sakhalian was an overly merciful man, and he ordered that none of the Ming people who surrendered should be killed, and this was really an incomprehensible decision -- we are here to rob things, what are we doing with so many Ming people? Could it be that because we let them go, they will not hold a grudge against us? Leave so many Ming soldiers and come to rob things next time, they will still oppose us!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clamp the horse's belly between his legs, urging the war horse to speed up.

In any case, this time we must cut off the heads of a few Ming soldiers!

At that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of the earth trembling.

There were also countless roaring sounds, as if the air was also trembling.

He looked up and saw that in a hazy morning mist, countless iron horses swept towards him like a torrent.

That...... It doesn't seem to be Daikin's soldiers!

Is that...... The army of the Ming Kingdom?!

What about the Dah Cow Record them?

Could it be that they have already been defeated?!

No, this is impossible! Since I entered the land of the Ming Kingdom, I have always seen a group of Ming people like sheep, and I have always heard stories about how cowardly they were and how they surrendered!

Ming people...... They dare not resist, they are not worthy of being enemies of the Jurchens! This is what Dahe Niulu said, and so did the other tribesmen.

......

No, I don't want to die!

They're going to kill me, I don't want to die!

Altay suddenly realized that the familiar sense of fear had returned, so real, irrepressible, and stronger than ever.

He shuddered violently, and with all his strength he could control his trembling hands, rein in his horse, and then turn his horse's head, wanting to hurry, immediately, and immediately run back to the camp.

But it was too late.

As soon as he stopped, hundreds of iron horsemen galloped towards him, like a torrent enveloping him.

Altay shed tears in a hurry, he was only a sixteen-year-old child, he didn't want to come to this battle, it was his uncle Niu Lu who forced him to come.

You can't kill me, Ama and Eniang are still waiting for themselves to go back.....

You can't kill me, I'm young, I'm ......

He wanted to say something to those Ming cavalrymen, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he found that he could only speak Manchu.

Burst!

A cold light flashed, and his head flew up and down, and then fell to the ground, gurgling and rolling.

Just as he had envisioned.

It's just that the human head is his own!

No one looked at him more, no one made way for his corpse, and eight hundred iron horsemen stepped over him as usual!

In the face of this roaring torrent, nothing is insignificant and unstoppable.

The 2,000 elite soldiers arrived almost intact outside the camp of the Great River Bureau.

The gate of the camp was closed, and the Houjin people inside desperately urged the Ming army to surrender their troops to their places, prepare for battle, and make a dying struggle.

The firing squad composed of twenty Houjin people, each with blood on their knives, but anyone who moved a little slower would be killed by them without hesitation. There are only thirty or forty Houjin soldiers in the city now, while the Ming army has eight or nine hundred, and at this time, the Houjin people can only use terror to command these soldiers.

Outside the camp, more than 2,000 Guanning troops did not attack the village, but shouted in unison with a majestic voice.

"The king has arrived, open the gate quickly! The king has arrived, open the gate quickly!"

When the soldiers in the village heard the tsunami-like roar of the mountain, they immediately exploded with a buzz!

Master Wang is back?!

Wang Shi has not forgotten us!

A dozen Tartars came to the high place with a team of archers composed of more than fifty descendants, pointed to the army outside the fortress and shouted, "Shoot the arrows!"

But no one did it.

Before they surrendered, it was the business of the chief, and even the capital crime would not be their turn. However, if you shoot arrows at the king's division, you will really be guilty of surrendering the Tartars!

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is opened, whoever dares to shoot the first arrow is a traitor to the Ming Dynasty and a lackey of Jiannu!

Seeing that these archers hesitated, more than a dozen Tartars were fierce, and immediately raised their knives to split an archer, and said fiercely, "Release the arrow!"

A Han soldier also jumped to his feet and scolded, "Shoot arrows! A bunch of dogs, still thinking about going back to the Ming Kingdom? Listen, since the day you surrendered, you have been Dajin's people, you ......."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly a cold dagger plunged into his chest!

The archer pulled back his dagger and yelled at the crowd, "Damn it, you're still letting the Tartars shit on their heads?"

As soon as he had finished speaking, the butcher's knife of the Tartar slashed at him, and the archer fell to the ground with a bloody spurt of blood, and his head drooped down, and after a struggle in the air, he finally fell to the ground unwillingly.

The commander of the Houjin Dynasty was very satisfied with the "effect" of this knife, the archer died horribly enough, and now only spreading terror can deter these cowardly Han people.

"Who dare?" he said with a calm face and in stiff Chinese.

But something unexpected happened.

The more than fifty archers all lowered their bows, and then pulled out their short knives at their waists, each with cracked eyes and distorted faces.

No one gave the order, and everyone rushed almost at the same time, with a hysterical roar at the same time!

"I'm your grandmother!"

"Bring all the seeds to Lao Tzu, kill all the Tartars!"

"It's all one egg and two eggs, I'm afraid of you?!"

"Lao Tzu will kill you!"

More than a dozen Tartars panicked, and this kind of scene was the last thing they wanted to see. Sowing terror and coercion was originally their last resort, and once this method failed, none of them wanted to live.

More than fifty archers roared and rushed forward, brandishing short knives and slashing at the heads of a dozen Tartars. The archers are not good at close combat, and the cultivation of the Tartars is higher than that of the archers, so for a while, these Tartar soldiers had a slight advantage, and the archers kept falling.

However, the outburst of the archers soon threw like a spark into a dry pyre, setting the whole camp on fire.

Digression: It's the third watch from today! In addition, today we will start to go to Sanjiang, please continue to support the city lord~~