Xu Shiyang raised his long sword, held the handle with both hands, and roared with all his strength to slash straight at the Tartar in front of him.

The Jurchen warrior only had a waist knife in his hand. In a hurry, he raised the knife to block his head. With a crisp sound, sparks flew everywhere in the collision of the steel knife, and Xu Shiyang's full blow was blocked by him!

However, the two were not fighting one-on-one. A half-old child behind Xu Shiyang used the fire door gun with a long wooden stick as a hammer and swept it hard.

The iron pipe hit the Tartar's waist and knocked him half to the ground.

Xu Shiyang was not a veteran with rich experience in the battle formation. At this time, he was full of blood and had no response at all. He just raised his long sword above his head with a tall man and a roar. He slashed at the enemy again.

Unexpectedly, the Tartar was hit by an iron stick. In pain, he raised his knife with one hand to block it, but it actually blocked it again!

The two consecutive attacks failed to achieve results. Xu Shiyang felt angry. He had a ruthless attack. He slashed at the half-kneeling Tartar again and again. At this time, the long sword in his hand seemed to have become a hammer, hitting the other party's barely holding back again and again.

The Tartar was injured and lacked strength. The back of the waist was smashed by Xu Shiyang and pressed against his shoulders, pressing out a long blood mark, but it was still howling with his neck.

The two people who were fighting were inexperienced and only focused on attacking the same position, while the other was injured and could only endure it. It was like two fools fighting each other, and there would be no sign of a decision at all.

However, the half-grown boy who helped Xu Shiyang seriously injured the Tartars just now, although he had no ammunition in his hand and could only use a fire gate gun as an iron rod, he was far calmer than his leader. When Xu Shiyang was stalemate with the Tartars with a knife, the boy waved his weapon again and swept his head towards the Tartars.

The boy was thin but he took off his horse and tried very hard. The barrel of the fire door gun hit the Tatars' left face with a bang, tilting his head to one side, and his neck was almost folded to 90 degrees.

Xu Shiyang then slashed on the broken neck bone, and blood gushed, and the Tartar's twisted face rolled down at his feet.

"Kill! Kill the Tartars!"

Xu Shiyang grabbed the Tartars' braid, raised his head high, shouting loudly, and even briefly suppressed the roar of hundreds of men fighting.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

The Han people who were sure to win responded in unison, their morale became higher and higher, and they all tried their best to wave the simple weapons in their hands and greet the Tartars.

They are no longer afraid of the vicious Tartars now—at least for the time being.

The Jurchen warriors fought to the death, but there were too many opponents. What they saw in front of them were everywhere, wooden spears stabbed, hoes smashed, sickles swung... There was no doubt that this was the kind of Han farmers, the most honest type of people, who would usually only cry and stretch their necks for the Great Jin Warrior to test the sword...

But today seemed completely different. An experienced Jurchen warrior desperately used his waist knife to block the hoe that was smashing towards his head, and kicked another thin man who wanted to sneak attack with a sickle.

Before he could catch his breath, a sharpened wooden spear pierced directly into his lower abdomen. The fierce Jurchen hunter roared, grabbed the wooden spear, waved his waist knife to cut the Han man's right hand down with his wrist. The man spewed a stream of blood out of his wrist, and he fell to the ground and rolled on the ground with screams.

The Jurchens who were severely injured were not much better. The hoe that was blocked by him just now hit the exhausted Jin soldiers with the sound of the wind, and then the one with the sickle and another with the wooden spear behind them.

All kinds of weapons were desperately greeting the Jurchens who were lying on the ground, smashing his body into blood and blood...

Xu Shiyang held a long sword and glared at the audience with red eyes. In fact, this was not the first time he had killed someone since he came to this world, but killing a thin refugee tied to a tree was completely different from killing a Tartar on the battlefield.

Now he felt that he was an omnipotent giant and urgently needed to find a few more tatars who were still resisting to vent his long-term suppressed anger in his heart.

他如愿以偿了,以被偷袭的方式…….

Haihuli suddenly rushed out of the shadow behind Xu Shiyang, and put the tiger-toothed sword beside him, without shouting like others, and rushed towards him calmly.

The half-grown boy behind Xu Shiyang first noticed a dangerous aura. He suddenly turned around and happened to meet Haihuli. At this time, the two were already very close. The Jurchen Mouke was no longer silent. He let out a terrifying howl and waved the tiger-toothed sword and slashed the boy's neck. With a puff, the boy's body and head separated, and blood spurted several meters high.

Xu Shiyang turned around at this time. The boy saved his life with the few seconds he had won for him. Haihuli waved his sword again, and Xu Shiyang blocked it with his sword. With a slight sound, the two of them used all their strength to fight together.

Xu Shiyang Shao said that he was two heads taller than Haihuli, and somehow, although he was a soul-wrenching life, he still grew up with the physique of rice, noodles, meat, fish, eggs and milk in his previous life. In addition, his physical fitness was far greater than that of most people in this era.

But even so, the Tartar in front of him was still comparable to him. If you consider that you are just competing for strength now and do not involve other aspects of battle formation skills, it can be said that under normal circumstances, Xu Shiyang is definitely not a match for Haihuli.

The advantage is that there is no one-on-one rule on the battlefield, and Haihuli did not kill Ou Yang as soon as possible, so that he could find an opportunity to enter the stalemate. When others come to rescue him, Haihuli will undoubtedly die.

‘Kill him within five breaths! Cut off his head to boost morale!’

Haihuli made a quick judgment in his heart, but Xu Shiyang didn't think so much - he couldn't control it. He could only control the two shootings at the beginning of the battle, and then he could only let his peasants enter the melee and win with the help of more people.

At this time, all "noble" identities such as the head of the fortress, the leader or the commander have no meaning. All he can do is not take the lead in running away, and throw himself into the battlefield as a strong ordinary person, that's all.

Therefore, after the two had a brief stalemate, Xu Shiyang did not hesitate and raised his sword to slash straight into Haihuli, which was quite meaningful to copy the victory just now.

Haihuli calmly took a step back and easily avoided the astonishing attack, but in fact there was not much threatening.

Xu Shiyang used too much force, and his whole body was bent down by his long sword. Haihuli stood less than a step away from him, holding up the tiger-toothed sword.

Haihuli grinned proudly. He knew that the brave Han dog in front of him had nowhere to hide. If he cut him down, he would definitely die.

‘Win!’

Puchi.
Chapter completed!