The refugees at the back of the crowd had already begun to panic. A large number of people fled towards the forests on both sides. However, with so much luggage on their backs and the whole family together, they had not escaped far when the sound of iron hoofs behind them was heard. There was a roar.
In front of these armored troops, whose horses were even wrapped in iron armor, stood a tall, slender man with a handsome face, wearing a white armor and a helmet with a more than ten meters long red tasseled spear pointing straight into the sky. The man looked sharply at the group of fleeing people, holding the waist knife in his hand to the front.
"Kill them all." After the man finished speaking, the horse in front of him followed the momentum of the war horse and slashed at a fifty-year-old couple carrying packages. The two people immediately spattered blood and died on the spot. roadside.
A man in his twenties who fled to the edge of the forest saw his parents lying on the ground, "Father, mother." He shouted heartbreakingly. To this day, he still doesn't believe that he has raised his parents for more than twenty years. His parents died in front of him like this, and he could no longer think about escaping.
"Barbarian aliens, I, Japan, and your ancestors." He picked up the kitchen knife in the package and thought of the white-armored general rushing over. After a few steps, an arrow shot into his chest, and he But he was still rushing forward, but his body could no longer keep up. He fell straight two meters in front of the general, his eyes were blood red, and his face was full of hatred.
The general didn't even look at him and rushed towards the fleeing crowd in front again.
The people who were running for their lives in front saw the group of aliens behind who were killing people without blinking an eye, and they all fled desperately into the surrounding mountains and forests.
This kind of turbulent wind blew very fast, blowing from the endless distance to this side. The grooms in front were beating the horses desperately, and there were panicked people everywhere from the road to the forest.
The white-armored general waved his hand in three directions, and the 5,000 people behind him, led by three lieutenants, immediately pursued him along the middle road and through the forests on both sides.
After a while, blood flowed like a river. Zhuo'er felt extremely angry when she saw these foreigners slaughtering the Han people. Her white and tender hands clenched tightly into fists.
Shen Jie's face also looked very bad. If he had expected correctly, this group of armored soldiers was a unique costume of the Jurchen tribe.
"This group of aliens is really hateful. They actually killed unarmed refugees." Ling Tiancheng said with an extremely ugly face. He clenched the Yanling knife at his waist and really wanted to rush out and kill these bitches. Raised.
Wan Haihua was on a war horse behind Shen Jie. At this time, her eyes were looking into the distance with unusual solemnity, completely forgetting the purpose of her trip.
"Brother, we should go back and inform father immediately." Ling Tiandong was very anxious, but he knew that Huai'an Mansion was dozens of miles behind him, which was his father's jurisdiction.
"It's too late." Shen Jie said. Wherever the white-armored general passed in front of his field of vision, rivers of blood flowed everywhere, but the horse's speed did not slow down much. It was like cutting rice, killing the old man who had no time to escape. After a while, he left They are only over 500 meters here.
Everyone else also looked at Shen Jie, "Brother Shen, what should we do?"
Ling Tiancheng looked at Shen Jie who was riding on the horse. The others heard this and remembered that there was this person beside them, so they also looked at him, waiting for his order.
"Zhuo'er, follow Miss Wan and retreat quickly." His face was a little solemn, and he hugged Wang Zhuo'er behind Wan Haihua.
"I'll stop them here, you guys retreat quickly." Shen Jie glanced at the people behind him, slapped his horse and rushed down the slope.
"Brother Shen, this group of people should be Jurchen cavalry. They are extremely powerful. Even the army of the Lawa people cannot defeat them. You must not fight hard." Ling Tiancheng immediately reminded him that although he knew that this person was very strong, but In his mind, the reason why the short Japanese pirates were killed and defeated was also related to their limited flexibility on the ship. And this group of Jurchens were all tall and powerful, and they also had a large number of archers, which was far beyond the capabilities of the Japanese.
"Mr. Shen, if you block those people in front of you, hurry up and follow." Miss Zhuoer turned her head and shouted to Shen Jie. She looked at the young man walking away from her with worry.
But Miss Wan knew how important this woman was to him. For her, protecting Miss Zhuoer might be her only chance to make demands of him.
When she met Shen Jie and Zhuo'er in Huai'an Mansion, she seized the opportunity to confess her love immediately.
He ignored her and rode away with Zhuo'er. She didn't want to give up like this, so she chased her out with a group of his brothers. The more she pursues, the more she feels that she has failed. She, Wan Haihua, has a father who guards the whole house, and has five brothers who are willing to fight for her. No one has ever dared to bully her, but that man didn't care about her at all. But there was nothing he could do.
The official road was full of rioting refugees. When the white-armored general saw the group of Han Chinese on horseback on the slope, he slapped the horse's belly and the horse galloped rapidly. He never expected that one of the people in this group would dare to come face to face instead of following the others to escape. The two approached quickly.
"Looking for death." The white-armored general had a bloodthirsty expression on his face. When he was still more than ten meters away from the man, he spun the waist knife in his hand and slashed at the young man with great momentum.
Just when the sword was only two meters away from him, phantoms of Shen Jie's right hand across his chest suddenly appeared, heading towards the waist sword.
