Haihuli felt a severe pain coming from his waist, and the strength in his body was passing by rapidly.

The Jurchen Mouke turned his head and looked behind him, and happened to see the hatred eyes of the girl who was almost insulted by him just now.

Xu Shiyang stood up again, holding a knife in both hands to prepare for the next attack.

At this time, he was still a little confused. Just now, the treacherous Tartar shook himself and bent down, he even had the illusion that the steel knife was already on the back of his neck.

This feeling made Xu Shiyang stand on his hair, but the Tartars did not cut this knife, which allowed him to escape from death.

After a while - it took about 1 or 2 seconds, Xu Shiyang saw clearly that the Tartar, who had almost killed him just now, was still a small figure behind him.

He seems to be a young girl.

The Tartar was still holding a knife, but his whole body was shaking like a sieve, with blood hanging on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around with difficulty, as if he wanted to kill the girl behind him.

It turned out that when he found an opportunity to kill Xu Shiyang in Haihuli, the little girl who was almost insulted, took advantage of no one noticed her and picked up the Tartars's knife used to cut mutton, quietly touched the back of Haihuli, and took advantage of the Tartars' butcher's knife, and tried her best to stab the Tartars into Haihuli's back...

The girl was not polite when she succeeded in one blow. She gritted her teeth and kept stabbing the Tartars with the knife. She was not strong enough. Except for the first shot, the other stabs were not deep, but she was not discouraged. She kept stabbing like a hardworking woodpecker... and kept stabbing... until Haihuli fell to the ground, but she didn't stop.

Seeing that she was still stabbing her continuously, she almost chopped the Tartars' back into mud. Xu Shiyang stepped forward and gently pushed her away, waved his long sword and cut off Haihuli's head with surprise and unwillingness.

The little girl sat on the ground with her face raised, holding the knife in her hands tightly in front of her, and looked at Xu Shiyang in horror.

This was her first meeting with him, and both of them were in a mess.

In Xu Shiyang's eyes, Zhao Lin had only a bellyband left on her upper body at that time, and her skin was stained red by the smudged blood of the Tartars. She had a unkempt face and half of her face was swollen, as if she couldn't find her home. She had just crawled out of the garbage dump.

In Zhao Lin's eyes, this strong man who had cut off the heads of two Tartars and was looking at him with a long sword that was dripping blood with a resentful look on his face. His image was actually not much better than that of Tartars.

The two looked at each other for a while. Zhao Lin first remembered that she was too unbearable at this moment. She fled to the side and hid behind her equally panicked sister. Her sister Zhao Shan quickly hugged this never-ending sister and covered her with a little bit of spring.

Actually, there is no spring light. Zhao Lin was just 13 years old at this time. In the world where Xu Shiyang came, he was a age where he didn't have to bear criminal responsibility for murder. He was a standard minor, and with this unlucky appearance, no one would have any charming thoughts.

However, the girl saved his life just now, which is a fact.

‘For the first time in my life, I like naughty kids so much.’

At this time, the battle had basically ended. More than 60 Tartars fell nearly 20 in two rounds of close firepower strikes. More than 20 people were killed by the villagers who swarmed up in hand-to-hand combat, and the rest became prisoners.

Some villagers who came from other places, who were refugees, obviously had a deep hatred with the Tartars, and still cried and scolded, beating the prisoners and corpses with their weapons. If it weren't for the other villagers pulling them apart, and Xu Shiyang repeatedly ordered that human flesh be not allowed to be eaten, they might have peeled off the remaining Tartars alive.

"Kill the Tartars!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

After the last resisting Jurchen soldier fell, the sound of weapons fighting stopped, and only crazy cheers were left at the scene. The villagers held their weapons and shouted with all their strength. Many people were already crying and crying.

Xu Shiyang let his subordinates vent his emotions, walked to the fire where he had just eaten at Haihuli, and picked out a bear fur coat from the blanket.

I weighed it in my hand and it was very large. It was made of a whole piece of black blind man's skin. The coat was smooth and smooth. It could be worth dozens of taels of silver when sold to Jiangnan.

He shook the coat open and covered the sisters, then pointed the body of Haihuli with a long knife and said to the sisters, "You killed people, except weapons, everything on him is yours, go search."

This is the rule Xu Shiyang set in his own trestle: above the battle formation - whether you are fighting bandits or various Tartars, whoever kills the enemy, except for armor and weapons, the rest of the enemy belongs to his own.

Of course, the things that were brought with you, such as the Tartars, and the most important materials, the stolen gold, silver, jewelry, grain and cloth, were placed in the bags on the horse's back or piled up on the small cart under the head, which the slave was responsible for pushing.

Even so, after this rule was set, it was still enough to inspire Xu Shiyang's villagers to move forward bravely in the battle - after all, for poor farmers in troubled times, even if they just fight refugees, they could at least cut off a few pieces of rags.

Xu Shiyang threw the bear fur coat to the pair of sisters, and he never looked at them again, turned around and walked towards the Jurchen horse stake - for him, that was the biggest gain.

After Xu Shiyang, a fierce man like a man, left, the two sisters looked at each other. Zhao Lin, who was lively by nature, ran over first, picked up the wool mat in Haihuli and wrapped it around him, and left the bear fur coat for his sister.

Then the sisters took off the thick-soled leather boots together - the Tartars' leather boots are also good things. Especially this Tartar who almost insulted them was still a mouke. These 50% new deer leather boots were made of solid materials. Although girls couldn't wear them, they could definitely exchange for several kilograms of food.

I don’t know if that dress was stolen from the rich Han family. It was very complete and there were not many patches. Whether it was worn directly or exchanged for food, it would be fine.

There was also the cowhide belt and even a small pocket, which wrapped some tobacco, tea and salt in it.

...

Gradually, the excited villagers calmed down a little. They did win and gain a lot. However, after the passionate blood retreated, they were blown by the cold wind at night, and many people felt very scared. Although they were large in number and sneak attacks, the enemies they faced were the Jurchen Tartars who claimed to be "invincible". It has to be said that it was already quite lucky that everyone was still alive.

Xu Shiyang keenly sensed the fear of the villagers (it is not difficult to guess at all). Fortunately, he was afraid after victory, which was much better than panic before the battle began.

In his opinion, the former is even beneficial because this emotion can be used to improve future tactics, while the former is simply just a death sentence.

"Each of searching for it!" Xu Shiyang shouted loudly: "Apart from weapons, the things on the Tartars are all yours! They are quicker and have many good things. They can't search them all when they leave. You are the ones who suffer!"
Chapter completed!