Yatu's eyes were still hanging in his sockets, but his face looked like a bloody skeleton.
He couldn't make any sound, and his tongue had been cut off.
The pain and anger made the Manchurian leader instinctively draw the sword, but his right hand softened the moment he touched the handle.
Extremely powerless!
Then his knees weakened uncontrollably and he fell to the ground with a "plop".
At the same time as he was twitching, the dagger that penetrated upward from his chin was still embedded in his nose bone.
"grown ups!"
Wu Likan, the leader who was the first to notice this scene, screamed in surprise. Before he could draw his sword, there was a muffled "puff" sound, and a sharp arrow passed through his neck.
The force was so strong that it passed directly through the throat, and the sharp arrow struck a tree a few feet away with a "beep" sound of blood.
It was Zhao Jinzhong who shot Wu Likan.
The sharpshooter of the Ming army.
Wu Likan, whose throat was penetrated, lost the ability to speak like Zuolingyatu, and the sounds he wanted to make in his throat turned into blood and shot out from both ends of his neck.
Just like two fountains of blood.
"Well..."
Wu Likan, who widened his eyes as he felt the approaching death, subconsciously pressed his hands on the front and back wounds, but the blood could not be stopped and continued to flow out from the gaps in his hands.
In the end, the leader who had been to Kunming could only squat on the ground, holding his neck in vain. Soon he could no longer squat due to excessive blood loss. As his body leaned forward, his head fell heavily to the ground. A red cherry-topped hat The helmet instantly rolled to the ground.
There were no screams or wails in the air, only the "puff" sound of the blood constantly spurting out.
Before the rest of the Manchu soldiers could react, the Ming army pretending to be the Qing army had already taken action.
After the general took action, those "battalion soldiers" who controlled Han women like animals showed ferocious and terrifying expressions to the Manchurian soldiers around them!
Knives, spears and stabs!
Guns and arrows kill!
The unsuspecting Manchu soldiers killed twenty or thirty people on the spot.
There was no resistance.
He even understood what was going on after he was killed.
"They are Han soldiers!"
The Manchurian soldiers who were far away finally reacted and screamed in panic. However, instead of fiercely attacking the fake green soldiers with knives, they chose to run away in unison.
Because there were too many Ming troops rushing towards them.
A Manchurian soldier who was closer instinctively opened his bow and wanted to kill a "braided soldier" who was charging straight towards him with one arrow. However, before the big arrow on the string could fly out, a long knife fell from the air. , and cut off his right arm that was holding the bow.
The bowstring immediately came loose.
The arrow that lost its strength did not shoot at the fake green camp soldier as its owner intended, but instead shot at a rock in a deflected direction.
The one wielding the sword was Wang Wu.
He did not pull out his dagger from the chin of the Manchurian leader on the ground, but picked up a big knife and rolled it to the ground and hit a Manchurian soldier in the left calf. He cut off his throat amidst the screams of the other man, and then killed him with another knife. The Manchu soldier's right arm was cut off as he was about to release an arrow.
"Kill, leave no one behind!"
Wang Wu, holding a bloody knife, took the lead and rushed towards the group of Manchurian soldiers who turned around and retreated.
The Ming soldiers with braids and those without braids all rushed forward, with a fierce glint of revenge in their eyes.
They have endured it all the way!
The sudden change made the women dumbfounded.
The Qing soldiers who were hugging or holding them down suddenly began to kill the Tatars bravely. This made the women, who were trembling with fear, unable to believe for a moment that the scene happening in front of them was real!
"It's our people!"
A woman in her twenties seemed to understand something. When she saw a Tatar who had been shot by an arrow lying next to her, she was so thin that she rushed forward without hesitation and picked up the Tatar's fallen saber from the ground. He stabbed the Tatar hard in the belly.
That Tartar is covered in armor, and a woman is not strong enough to break through it!
The Tatar who was hit by the arrow became violent when he saw this. Regardless of the arrow injury, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the woman's neck, shouting something "Wow" in his mouth.
The woman was not as strong as the injured Tatar. She was pinched so hard that she could hardly breathe, and her delicate face instantly turned red due to lack of oxygen.
At the critical moment, the Tatar's head was suddenly hit hard and his helmet fell to the ground.
Another heavy hammer hit, causing the Tatar to spin wildly, his eyes darkened and his vision blurred.
Once, twice, countless times.
It wasn't until the Tatar's head was smashed to pieces and the stone was covered with blood and white juice that another woman in her forties behind the Tatar stopped.
He collapsed on the ground as if he had a cramp.
The young woman who still held the knife in her hand stared blankly at the Tatar in front of her with his head rotten and his legs shaking constantly. After a long time, she cried.
Women were crying all around.
Some were sitting there with their hands and feet unable to control because they were too frightened, while others were crying while picking up the weapons of the Tatar soldiers on the ground, and went to slash the corpses of the Tatar soldiers crazily.
One woman even cut off a Tatar soldier's head with a knife like a crazy woman, and then ran around in the crowd carrying the head.
He muttered something while running.
Don't know what you are talking about.
No one of the Ming soldiers who jumped over them to chase the Manchurian soldiers stopped to comfort these poor women, because they wanted revenge.
Revenge for the thousands of poor people who died under the knife of the Tatars!
How could the defeated Manchu soldiers look anything like the Eight Banners warriors!
Everyone just hates their parents for having two legs!
Under the pursuit of the Ming army, the Manchurian soldiers fled in all directions. Some of them panicked and were surrounded by the Ming army. In the blink of an eye, they became victims of the sword.
Some were driven out by the Ming army and had to run to the desert.
A Manchurian soldier who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was forced into a blind corner by Jiang Tiancheng with a knife.
This Manchu soldier's weapons had long been discarded. Without any weapons in his hands, he looked at Jiang Tiancheng, who was approaching fiercely, with nothing but fear in his eyes.
The screams of his companions not far away made him tremble all over.
The desire for life made him want to kneel down and surrender, but the earnest instructions of Amma, Erniang, and Mafa during the expedition made his legs unable to soften.
He can't embarrass his Tara family!
But he really doesn't want to die!
Jiang Tiancheng didn't know what the small Manchurian soldier in front of him was thinking. He only knew that he wanted to avenge the women hanging from the trees.
The long knife stabbed directly into the chest of the Manchurian soldier.
Looking at the long knife pierced into his body, the young Manchu soldier's eyes were full of unwillingness.
Knowing that he could not survive, he opened his mouth fiercely and bit Jiang Tiancheng's left arm, whether it was due to the awakening of his bloodline or the final drive of dignity.
"Oh shit!"
The ferocious Jiang Tiancheng ignored the severe pain in his left arm, picked up a stone and threw it at the Manchurian soldier's mouth.
I don't know how many times I hit him until the Manchu soldier's mouth was filled with blood. Only then did Jiang Tiancheng throw the stone.
With a sound of "Wow", the young Manchu soldier spit out a mouthful of blood.
In the blood, there were more than a dozen teeth.
