The sound was extremely slight, and it seemed insignificant in the laughter of the people around him. As long as you are not careful, you will ignore it.

However, after all, Haihuli is an old hunter who has been through a long battle formation. Although his brain, which has been paralyzed by alcohol and women's powder smell, did not react, but his body instinctively felt danger and responded with amazing agility. He threw the girl who was already breathless, and then turned around and jumped towards the shadows that could not be shined by the fire.

A heavy arrow hit Haihuli's cheek, causing a burning stinging pain, and directly hit the grinning mouth, watching him foolishly how he played with the woman's nose. The phoenix-winged arrow penetrated Wulu's skull and a long section emerged on the back of his head.

Haihuli hid in the shadows and looked at Ulu who was still standing there in shock. The first warrior of the book Mouke stared wide, and the expression on his face seemed to be unable to believe that he was dead~~~.

Not only this unlucky guy who couldn't believe it, but the Tartars who were clamoring around the sea just now didn't react for a while. The bow shop suddenly became silent, and the silence of the wild dogs and crows in the distance could even be heard...

There was also the rustling sound of a gang of sneak attackers as they walked through the grass and approached.

Haihuli turned his head and looked at the place where the feather arrows were shooting. He saw a scarecrow with weeds hanging on it, holding a thick war bow, looking at him.

"Han Dog! The enemy attacked!" Haihuli used all his strength to loudly remind his subordinates.

"Let's fire! Open fire!" Xu Shiyang, who was dressed in straw, shouted in a voice that was no smaller than Haihuli, obviously in a very nervous state of mind.

The safe looting, a large amount of turbid wine and a relaxed mood, made the vigilance of the Tartar soldiers long ago minimized, so that most soldiers did not barely react until this time.

With a weak combat experience, he quickly threw away the wine bowl and mutton in his hand and looked for weapons everywhere.

The most experienced and brave people simply pulled out their self-defense weapons such as waist knives, flying axes, iron bones, and directly launched a charge with their alcoholic spirit and contempt for the Han people!

The scene was in chaos, and Xu Shiyang shouted anxiously twice again, but still couldn't get any response. Until the fastest-reacting veteran had rushed over and could almost reach out to catch him, the mutation suddenly broke out!

boom!

A thunder exploded on the ground, and the scorching waves rolled in. Haihuli clearly saw that the fastest Jin soldiers who had rushed just now seemed to be blown by the strong wind in a sudden fire, all of them fell to the ground!

The screams replaced the loud shouts during the charge, and the scarecrow-like guy shouted a few more times, but now it was noisy and Haihuli couldn't hear what he was saying.

Of course, nothing he said was not important, because a row of attackers who were also covered with dead grass appeared in Haihuli's eyes. They were not tall and seemed to be half-grown children, without armor, and no weapons like swords. However, each of them had a strange iron pipe under their right arm and a flashing fire on their left hand, and were leaning towards the iron pipe~~~.

Haihuli didn't know what it was, but since the attacker was taken to him, it must be something that was easy to meet!

In the hasty chaos, the Jin Dynasty Mouke could not think of what to use to fight against these weapons that he had never seen before. So he could only be more conservative and whisper: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot them to death!"

The Mouke in Haihuli is a dissatisfied unit. There are not many elite veterans, and most of them have fallen into the shocking first hit just now. The other recruits have a far worse reaction than the veterans.

After hearing the order, some people began to look for their own bows and arrows, while others did not know whether they were not clear in the chaos, or they simply thought that they should not stop and shoot arrows at this time. In short, more than a dozen people wielded their weapons and rushed towards the enemy's front.

Then there was a crackling sound, and the Jin soldiers who rushed to the enemy were all falling down.

The first scarecrow who appeared shot another arrow and hit a Jin soldier holding a waist knife on the neck.

This man was probably the leader of this brave attacker, because he was obviously one head taller than others, and was majestic, not as thin as the Han farmers who dig food all day long.

After this round of shooting, the guy threw the war bow in his hand casually, pulled out a long sword that was rare among the Han people from his waist, pointed at the bow and roared loudly: "Charge!"

In the grass not far away, a scattered enemy soldiers emerged, with hundreds of shadows appearing to be as many as hundreds of people!

Haihuli had only 200 people. This time he went south, he only brought 100 people, and left 40 people behind the back to guard the materials robbed. At this time, there were only 60 people left by his side.

After two rounds of inexplicable attacks, the Jin soldiers had been knocked down more than 20 times. Before the fight started, more than one-third of the casualties were the strongest and most prestigious veterans of Murkeri.

After all, the Tartars were not really a three-headed and six-armed divine weapon. As a feudal army, even the feudal army at its peak could not bear such heavy casualties in the chaos during the raid, so there were already signs of collapse.

However, the contempt for the Han people over the past decade and the desire to know that even if they escape at this moment, they would not be able to go home alone, still supported them in the final struggle.

A large group of Han people rushed into the Gongzipu with great enthusiasm. At this time, the Tartars' habit of camping without walls helped them. The remaining Jin soldiers could only shoot 1 or 2 arrows, and were forced to pull out their waists and fight in close combat.

The Han soldiers did not have armor, but the Jin soldiers did not have time to pierce armor at this time.

The main weapons of the Han soldiers were hoes, sickles and other farm tools or axes for cutting wood and chopping wood. There were even half-aged children who used iron pipes as hammers to smash them, but most of the Jin soldiers didn't have time to find out the weapons they could use, so they could only use waist knives, flying axes and other protective weapons to fight in close combat.

The Jin soldiers still fight when they trap beasts. The combat skills and experience are not comparable to those of attackers, but the number of Han soldiers is too great, and they are basically in the case of 3 to 5 people dealing with one Jin soldier.

There was no formation in the darkness, and the two small troops were just mixed up, fighting hard.

Haihuli hid in a dark place where the fire could not be shined, holding a tiger-toothed knife in his hand, like a wolve waiting to hit, calmly scanning the audience, looking for something carefully.

As an old Jurchen warrior, Haihuli could see at a glance that the Han people who attacked this time were all a group of mobs. They were whistling, and 3 or 5 people besieged a large Jin soldier with only protective weapons, but they could not take them down in an instant.

If it weren't for the two strange flames that defeated more than 20 great gold warriors at the beginning, and the two sides formed a formation and fought head-on, Haihuli would be confident that he would defeat this group of bold and bold dogs in a wave!

There is only one possibility that such a group of people dares to attack the Jin army at night - the scarecrow who appeared at the beginning! That big man must be the backbone of these Han dogs!
Chapter completed!