Zhang Zhun casually drew out the second Hu Ben gun.

"Bang!"

Zhang Zhun raised his hand and shot him.

"puff!"

Eighty meters away, a white-armored Tartar soldier was shot in the head and suddenly fell on the horse's neck and would never move again. However, his war horse continued to rush forward, as if he had no idea that his master had died. Just occasionally, bits of blood splashed out from the horse's neck.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The snipers also fired again.

The gunshots were a bit dull and a little jumping, like the call of death.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Tartars were hit in succession and fell off their horses.

The falling Tartars made the ground messy. There were sporadic arrowheads, sporadic scimitars, and bent bows jumping on the ground. After falling to the ground, the war horses continued to slide forward and splashed thick soil. The already soft soil was plowed out by the falling war horses.

Some of the Tartars on the horse's back have excellent skills and jump out immediately when the war horse falls. Some are injured, while others are not at all. You can also see the Tartars' skills. If ordinary people, when the war horse falls, they will have been thrown to nowhere.

However, those Tartars who survived by chance could not escape the shooting of the Tiger Army. In fact, some Tiger Army snipers liked the most were these Tartars who fell down. Compared with moving targets on the horse's back, the Tartars who were still in shock were more likely to hit a shot when standing on the ground. A Minnie shot flew over, and the Tartars who were lucky enough not to be killed immediately moaned and fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

More gunfires were heard.

The Tartars kept falling off the horse's back, making continuous thumping sounds. The scene was full of chaos. There were war horses that were falling everywhere, and the corpses of Tartars were thrown out everywhere. The splattered blood dyed the surrounding fields red.

After two consecutive shootings, the number of Tartar cavalry immediately decreased, with only more than twenty people. However, the remaining Tartars still rushed towards the Hu Ben Army desperately. As expected, they were a group of people who were fearless and had to take a cushion even though they knew they were going to die.

"kill!"

Wang Laohu roared angrily and rushed up.

There are only more than twenty cavalrymen in the Tartars, which is a good time to kill them.

The other riders also rushed forward with a clamp of their horse's belly. They didn't know how to ride and shoot. The weapons in their hands were mainly spears, swords, etc., and some people simply used huge wooden sticks. Using these weapons, only by rushing up and fighting with the Tartars can they have the hope of killing the other party.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

The Tartar cavalry immediately shot out fierce arrows.

Even though there were only about twenty people, they still acted very cruelly and had no intention of retreating. The arrows they shot were still very fierce.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

This time, it was Jinghezhen’s turn to fall off their horses.

The archery skills of the Tartar cavalry are still very powerful. If they are shot, they will definitely be either dead or injured. When the Tartars' first round of arrow rain came, seven or eight young and strong fell down.

However, under such circumstances, no one can stop. The enemy who killed his relatives was right in front of him. They were all young and strong, their eyes were red, and they only had the idea of ​​revenge in their minds. How could they care about the death of their companions? Before they were shot to death, they would never hesitate.

"kill!"

Wang Laohu continued to roar, and raised the Mo knife in his hand high.

The young and strong behind him were also red in their eyes and rushed towards the Tatar cavalry bravely.

The Tartar cavalry was indeed fierce, one of which was a white-armored soldier who shot two arrows in succession. He shot two militia soldiers who rushed up in succession to death. However, Wang Laohu's fast horse had already rushed to the front of him. Wang Laohu roared, swept the Mo Dao hard, and swept directly to the Tartar's waist.

The white-armored Tartar soldier hurriedly pulled out the scimitar and tried to stop the incoming Mo Dao. He was obviously a little afraid of weapons like Mo Dao and dared not fight head-on. Therefore, when blocking, he subconsciously took a step back. As a result, Wang Laohu sank Mo Dao and slashed directly at his lower abdomen.

"Swish!"

Wang Laohu's sword flew past the lower abdomen of the white-armored Tartar soldiers, bringing a rain of blood.

His sword was really strong. After this sword, he immediately cut the white-armored soldier into two sections. The sword that passed by the Tartars was bright red and shocking.

"puff!"

The blood arrows flew up like a rain of blood.

The upper body of the white-armored Tartar soldier obviously fell backwards, but his lower body continued to be carried by the war horse and galloped forward. Finally, the upper body fell directly from the horse's back, and the lower body continued to run. A large amount of blood was gushed out from the cut-off area, and the war horses sped past, just like a modern sprinkler truck, leaving behind a rain of blood all the way.

However, this is not the most spectacular. The most spectacular thing is that the war horses of both sides hit each other hard. The young and strong led by Wang Laohu did not have much ability in hand-to-hand combat. The only thing they could do was to use their own war horses to hit the Tartars' war horses and directly knock the Tartars off the horse. Once the Tartars were caught, the combat effectiveness of both sides would be brought closer. There were more than 100 young and only twenty Tartars. When they were hit like this, they would all fall to the ground.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It was like two huge waves colliding together, making all kinds of sounds.

The collision of weapons, the screams of personnel, the neighing of war horses, and the fighting screams were all mixed together, and the most tragic symphony was heard. However, the crowds in it could not hear anything. Because, at the moment of violent impact, they had lost their hearing and consciousness, and some people even lost their lives directly in the impact.

More than 20 cavalrymen of the Tartars were overthrown to the ground by more than 100 young riders. The battle suddenly evolved from hand-to-hand combat on horseback to hand-to-hand combat on infantry. Such battles were more intense than horseback. Because everyone fell off horseback and were all confused by the impact. Even if they held weapons in their hands, they didn't know where to greet them.

All people, whether they are Tartars or Han people, are covered with blood. Some people even have blood in their eyes. Everything they see is red and they cannot distinguish between enemies and me at all. The weapons in their hands will stab their own people if they are not careful. However, if you don't take action, the people around you will likely kill you with one blow.

After Wang Laohu waved his Mo Dao and killed the white-armored soldier with one knife, another red-armored soldier appeared in front of him. Wang Laohu lifted him up from below without thinking, trying to cut the opponent in half obliquely. Almost at the same time, the bow and arrow of the red-armored soldier also aimed at Wang Laohu.

"Swoosh!"

The Tartars' arrows shot out at the same time.

"puff!"

Mo Dao swung up from under the right arm of the Tartar.

"puff!"

At the same time, Wang Laohu felt his left shoulder hole suddenly numb, and then he completely lost his feelings. His whole left arm hung down involuntarily. He turned his head and saw that the arrow shot from the Tartars happened to hit his shoulder hole. The arrow shot of the Tartars was still very powerful, and the arrow came out directly from behind his shoulders, and the arrow shaft in front was still shaking. Blood was gushing out from both sides of the wound.

"Bang!"

Wang Laohu, who was caught in an arrow in the shoulder, could no longer grasp Mo Dao, and Mo Dao escaped.

He subconsciously lay on the horse's back, put his arms around the horse's neck, and quickly evacuated the battlefield.

The fallen Tartars and the fallen young and strong continued to fight on the battlefield with blood. Both sides were red-eyed and would never hold back. The Tartars hated the Tiger Army, and the young and strong hated the Tartars, which had reached their limit. The collision between the two sides was the vent of all hatred.
Chapter completed!