After chasing the pier, the Tartar guards looked at the leaving boat. There was no choice. Behind them were pursuing soldiers like wolves and tigers.

"Pu, pu." They all jumped into the river.

In the late autumn season, the river water was already cold, and they were swimming hard, trying to avoid the pursuers behind them.

"Save me, I can't swim!" a Tartar knife hand shouted.

No one cares about him and can't swim. Why do you jump down?

It wasn't what I wanted to dance myself, they took me down. He spitted a few bubbles helplessly and sank.

"Bang, bang." The fearful sound came from behind. On the river, the Tartars were overturned into the water and their bodies floated up.

Those who can escape are only a few lucky ones.

Harbala's ship is the object of care, and there are fewer and fewer people on the ship. Fortunately, the ship goes downstream and soon, it leaves the other party's range.

Zhang Yang entered the salt field and shouted and killed everywhere, and it was already over.

Zhang Yang only took a look at two stalls of meat and mud on the ground, but he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"This is the commander and Si Cheng of the salt farm?" Zhang Yang asked the salt people in front of him.

"Yes, he usually oppresses us, and we have had enough of his anger!" said the salt people around him.

"You killed Commander and Si Cheng to death. Do you know what you are doing?" Zhang Yang asked with a serious expression.

"Fight the Tartars, the imperial court, and return the Han people's mountains and rivers!" said the salt people: "Let's join the team, we will follow our elder brother and fight the Tartars together!"
Chapter completed!