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The village is a little west, and there are not many Tartar soldiers burning and killing them. It seems that the situation is better. Near the east end of the village, that is, in the village near Zhuo Bufan, there is a miserable scene. The Tartar soldiers, like tigers and wolves, are rushing back and forth in the village, lit fires from time to time at the east end of the village, screaming and cursing. Of course, more of the crazy laughter of the Tartar soldiers. The rolling smoke enveloped the sky above the village, and you can vaguely see hundreds of Tartars gathering outside the village at the west end of the village, and the rest should be in the village. I did not see the conspicuous white armor of the white soldiers, and I guess they were led by the Tartar leader to settle in the village. Thinking of Bai Bing, Zhuo Bufan felt anxious and wanted to rush in immediately.

The Tartars were not dispersed, and even if they were plundered, they still had half of their troops. Obviously, the Tartars leader was indeed a little capable. He could only wait for the brigade to come before making a decision. If his two hundred men rushed in, he would be almost done with one impact on the enemy's reserve force.

Resisting the impulse in the center and was about to turn around, Xing Tianhu suddenly grabbed himself and pointed to the east of the village.

Zhuo Bufan looked closely and felt a little nervous. He saw that the east end of the village was not far from here. There was a situation on the valley ground that was originally used as a must-have for every village to thresh and cool off.

Dozens of ordinary people were driven to the threshing ground, and hundreds of Tartar soldiers gradually gathered here. From time to time, some people threw down the young women who were plundered on horseback. After a while, dozens of Han women were actually there. Some Tartar soldiers pulled out the women in the crowd. If they resisted a little, they would be whipped or they would be slashed. Soon, the threshing ground cried and wailed in despair, as if they were hell on earth.

Zhuo Bufan thought about what might have happened and clenched his fists, while Xing Tianhu's teeth were chewing.

The Dahua women who were surrounded by the side obviously had an ominous premonition and held their heads and sobbed. At this time, no more women were captured, and more than a hundred Tartar soldiers were gathered on the Dagu field. Dozens of people were guarding these ordinary people, and the others surrounded the Dahua women.

The remaining dozens of Dahua people suddenly became quiet, and a middle-aged man came out of it. The Dahua people looked different from the Dahua people.

The middle-aged man suddenly started talking to the other party. The Tartar soldiers obviously did not expect that the Han people would say their words, and a seemingly leading Tartar came out.

The Tartar leader said a few words to the Hu Han people and waved his hand back. Several Tartar soldiers said that the Han people were pulled aside and did not let him return to the crowd, but did not beat, scold and threaten him. However, the Han people were even more anxious and suddenly knelt down and kept begging for something.

But the Tartar leader ignored this man anymore, but instead shouted at the Tartar soldiers, and then a special laugh sounded. The Tartar soldiers continued to surround the women, and some even began to take off their robes in a hurry, which attracted the women's crying in despair.

Dozens of Han people saw the pleas of the Hu cousin Han people ineffectively, and saw the ugly appearance of the Tartar soldiers, and finally became turbulent again.

Everyone shouted in despair that these women included their wives and sisters, all of them were their closest relatives, and anyone had already understood what those Tartar soldiers were going to do.

"Damn Tartars! I'm fighting with you!"

"Go up, kill one is one"

"Wife, I'll go first."

Suddenly, the crowd was in a state of turmoil, and Zhuo Bufan felt a slump in his heart, knowing that something big was not good.

Sure enough, people rushed towards the surrounding Tartar soldiers holding scimitars and spears. The Tartar soldiers obviously did not expect these unarmed and weak Han people to resist. They did not react for a while and were actually knocked down by them.

However, most of these Han men were authentic farmers, most of them were old and weak, with few strong men, and they couldn't even hold a single Tartar soldier. The Tartar soldiers who reacted immediately started killing, and a bloody rain of scimitars in their hands were covered in blood. However, the scimitars in their hands were pressed by the corpse and were struggling to get up desperately.

There was no scream in this killing, and some of them were just scolding. Although the Han people were weak, they knew they would die. They all rushed forward with red eyes and ignored the shaking scimitars around them. They just saw a few Tartar soldiers who were knocked down on the ground, one fell down, two pounced on them, and punched them, and they were weak, so they used their teeth. Suddenly, the Tartar soldiers were actually pressed into the crowd and could no longer break free.

Finally, there was the first wail. A Tartar soldier finally poked his head out of the crowd, but he had no nose and was covered in blood. As soon as he let out a scream, he was covered in the crowd again. This attracted the more crazy killing of the Tartar soldiers. The scimitar and spear pierced into the body, pulled out with the splashed blood, and stabbed in again. Among the women, the timid people hugged their heads and screamed desperately, and some tried to rush through the isolation belt formed by the Tartar soldiers in the middle, but were kicked back without any suspense.

Zhuo Bufan's vision suddenly blurred. Dahua did not have a good emperor, no good officials, nor good army. However, there were these people in Dahua who still preserved their blood. They were real men.

Xing Tianhu was already in tears, and suddenly turned his head to look at Zhuo Bufan, his eyes full of prayers but did not say anything. He knew how excessive the request he wanted to make was, because he knew how noble Zhuo Bufan's identity was, and he also knew what these ordinary people were in the eyes of Dahuada officials and nobles. The grass-roots people could exploit and bully existences like wild grass at will, and let a noble general from a noble family fight for these grass-roots. This is impossible.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Xing Tianhu, suddenly smiled, and said calmly: "We don't have enough troops."

"Yes." Xing Tianhu lowered his head.

"The brigade doesn't know when it will come over. Two hundred people rush in and may never come back."

"Yes." Xing Tianhu clenched his fists, his nails deeply trapped in the flesh.

"Okay, go ahead, brothers, call me here."

"Ah?" Xing Tianhu suddenly raised his head in surprise.

"What? Could it be that you want to rush down by yourself?"

Xing Tianhu was surprised and looked at Zhuo Bufan deeply, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and ran away.

Zhuo Bufan no longer looked at the threshing ground, but carefully checked the terrain of the village. No matter how fast Xing Tianhu moved, he had no time to save these people. Not only did he have to find a way to rescue these people, but he could not even trap himself in.

Several roads in the village are crossing, and the widest one can only accommodate three or four horses in parallel. Moreover, from this height, once you enter the village, it is difficult to grasp the overall situation. These are all terrain that you can use. And the height of the east side of the village you are now in, you can see most of the roads in the village. Naturally, you can also see this place from the village.

After some inquiries, I had a scheming in my mind. At this moment, the situation on the threshing farm was already very critical.

The brave people of Dahua have been slaughtered, and the bloody corpses have piled up in piles, and under each pile, there is a Tartar soldier who has been bitten to death.

Zhuo Bufan sighed, he was powerless, but how could he watch these women in Dahua be defiled by the Tartars?

On the threshing ground, the Tartar soldiers solved the problems and surrounded the Dahua women who were hugging each other again. There were even a few shirtless Tartar soldiers who began to pull the women they chose. Suddenly, there was a burst of desperate cry in the crowd. Facing these barbarian soldiers who were as good as wolves and tigers, the weak women had no power to resist.

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly rang out not far away.

"General Dahua Yousheng is here, Tartars, die!"

The Tartar soldiers on the threshing ground turned their heads and saw a young soldier in Dahua holding a broad-blade sword, standing proudly on the mound on the east. In the sunlight, a shiny sword appeared. The big sword that seemed to weigh 10 or 20 kilograms was as light as nothing, making people feel cold in the neck.

The Tartar soldiers were in a panic, and those who were leading the horses and those who were looking for weapons and clothes were in a mess. They finally remember that they were running for their lives alone, and the pursuit of Dahua was hiding.

A burst of angrily shouted, and the Tartar leader stopped everyone, and finally found that there was only one person on the other side, so they all stabilized their positions and looked at the alone Dahua Army.

The Tartar leader walked to the edge of the threshing field, pressed the handle of the knife, looked at the hill, and his eyelids jumped slightly, as if he was judging whether this was the hateful Dahua soldiers at Haishan Pass. They had never suffered such a defeat in many years, and they were not convinced this time.

The women of Dahua who escaped the disaster temporarily stopped crying and stared at the mound, tears flowing down their eyes. These are our Dahua soldiers, with their unruly long hair whispering with the wind and firm eyes like starry eyes. Although they are alone, they are like a towering mountain and sea-stabilizing needle. The shiny saber in their hands gives people endless confidence. At this time, they don’t think there is anything special about Dahua soldiers. At this moment, they feel so majestic, but why they don’t even have a leather armor on their bodies, and they look a little disheveled.

The two sides actually confronted each other like this. The Tartars were veterans who had been through the battlefield for a long time. They knew that it was impossible for such a broad-blade machete to dance so freely. With such weight, nothing could stop it. They were stunned by the butterfly-flying machete.

Zhuo Bufan knew that he was suffering. Why was grandma's hollow broken knife still so heavy? She was sweating for a few times.

His armor was thrown outside Haishan Pass, and he didn't even wear leather armor on his body. When the mountain wind blew, he almost shivered.
Chapter completed!