Blood splatters and life is about to end

The Tartars pressed the woman to the ground, ignoring the woman's crying at all.

The remaining Tartars almost held a woman in their hands, showing their ugliest side. There was a girl who resisted a little. The Tartars lying on her body roared, grabbed her neck with both hands, and laughed.

Tiemo grabbed the soil with his left hand and let the cold snow touch his cheeks. The coldness did not calm him down, but the anger became stronger and stronger.

Seeing that the girl was about to suffocate, Tiemo could no longer bear it. He jumped and ran down the slope like a cheetah.

"Kill...kill the Tartars..."

A roar was like thunder on the ground, and the Tartars who were still playing with the women were dizzy. The Tartars who wanted to strangle the girl, just raised their heads and saw a strong bald man like a tower pounced over.

He opened his mouth and before he could speak, the strong man kicked him over, and the Tartars wiped the ground and fell two feet away.

The power of a kick was like a heavy hammer. The Tartars coughed blood and wanted to get up. At this time, the bald strong man followed, stomped down his big foot and stepped on the Tartars' neck.

The throat was broken and could not breathe. The Tartars covered their necks, and blood oozed out of their mouths, and only painful cough sounds could be made in their throats.

Tie Mo was the first to charge, but the one who rushed up to save the girl was Hanhu.

"Kill the Tartars..."

"kill......"

Tiemo rushed to the bottom of the slope, stabbed the iron spear hard, and pierced a Tartar who was still lying on the woman to the ground.

After all, it was the first time I killed someone, and I lost a lot of ruthlessness in my bones. I couldn't stab the vital one after another.

The Tartars rolled on the ground, not caring about the wound on their shoulders, and picked up the knife on the ground, "The Han people...snatched..."

Tie Mo widened his eyes and roared wildly: "Go to your mother... kill..."

The spear shook and stabbed forward again. The Tartars wanted to lift the spear head open, but the swords and guns hit each other, but they felt that the tiger's mouth was numb and the spear head was still in a state of power, but they could not stop it.

With a puff, the Tartars watched the spearhead stabbing his heart and let out a beast-like howl.

He pulled the gun and kicked the Tartars to the ground. The Tartars looked at the Han man who turned away unwillingly. This Han man was very strong.

The Tartars were already in chaos, and caught off guard, several of them died in one meeting.

In fact, the Tartars are not weak. Those who dare to team up to go south to fight Grass Valley are all tough characters in Mongolian tribes. These Mongolians have been growing up on horseback, grazing cattle and sheep, hunting wild wolves since childhood, and are skilled in bows and horses.

If it weren't for being unprepared, it wouldn't have been killed in such a mess by more than a dozen guards.

I can only say that these Tartars were too arrogant. When they came to Tuolingpo, they were not wary at all and wanted to enjoy themselves.

Arrogance comes at all, after all.

In a blink of an eye, seven of the fifteen Tartars died, and the remaining eight were gathered by the leading Mongolian men. They besieged a small circle of the city, and the scimitar in their hands looked like sharp fangs. Two guard soldiers rushed up and died immediately under the scattered swords.

At this time, the gap between the military soldiers and the Tartars was revealed.

After the initial panic, the Tartars fully demonstrated their ferocity. Instead, the guards were eager to destroy the remaining Tartars, and several people died under the Tartars' sword formation.

The guards still have an advantage in terms of number of people, but in terms of combat effectiveness and ruthlessness, they cannot be compared with the Tartars at all.

We must not let the remaining Tartars gather together, we must find a way to separate them.

Tiemo pulled Shihu over and whispered a few words. After a while, Shihu ran over with a bundle of dead grass. He took out the fire note and lit the dead grass. Shihu roared and smashed the fire-burning haystack on the top of the Tartars' head.

The haystacks fell to the ground, and the more they burned, the stronger the Tartars dared to get together, for fear that the clothes on their bodies would scatter in panic.

Seeing the opportunity, Tie Mo roared angrily and rushed forward with the remaining military households again.

Tonight, either all these Tartars will be killed or all killed at the hands of the Tartars.

A Tartar came up furiously. Tiemo approached him with a gun, stabbed him to the ground, and rushed towards the strong Mongolian man in black armor.

The strong man also saw Tie Mo, forced the monkey in front of him to retreat with a knife, and came to kill Tie Mo.

The strong man saw it really, five Mongolian men died at the hands of this Han man.

"roar....."

"kill....."

The strong man was angry and his hands were ruthless. The knife was like a meteor and quickly chopped down. Tiemo could only block the gun horizontally. With a jingle, sparks flew everywhere, and a numb feeling came from his hands holding the gun.

What a fast knife technique, so much strength.

Tie Mo did not retreat at all. He saw the opportunity and dragged his spear backwards and swept towards the strong man's forehead. The strong man didn't expect that Tie Mo not only did not retreat, but could also launch a counterattack. His eyes narrowed and he quickly bent down to avoid it. As soon as he lowered his head, Tie Mo actually jumped up, bent his knees and hit him hard.

The strong man was shocked and had no time to put away the knife. He forced his body to twist, letting his left side over, avoiding the vital points.

A strong man in pain sucked the air conditioner, and two ribs on his left side were broken. If they were pushed to his heart, they might have lost half of their life.

The strong man took two steps back, panting heavily, his eyes turned red as blood. He spitted blood and showed a hideous smile, "Hey... interesting, Han people, you can fight... But you are dead..."

"If you join your mother, it's not certain whoever dies or lives!"

Tie Mo was also shocked. He could escape this. This Mongolian Tartar was indeed a ruthless character.

While speaking, the strong Mongolian man pulled off his black armor, exposed his thick black chest hair, and licked the blood at the corner of his mouth.

One sword and one gun, they were entangled again. The strong man became more and more fierce as he fought. Although Tie Mo was full of strange power, he had too little experience in the battle and was gradually suppressed by the scimitar in the hand of the strong man. The strong man's whip leg forced Tie Mo to dodge to the side. At this moment, the strong man's scimitar swept over from a strange angle.

Tiemo opened his eyes wide and complained in his heart. In a hurry, he stood on the ground, stopped his body, and hurriedly hid back. But even so, the scimitar still left a heavy wound on his shoulder.

The strong smell of blood rushes into his nose. Before Tiemo can stand firm, the strong man kicks him over, feeling his chest breaks, and he flies backwards and smashes hard to the ground.

"Han Dog...you're dead...you all have to die..."

The strong man clenched his fist and roared in his chest.

With red eyes and rich chest hair, he is like a bloodthirsty monster!

Tie Mo felt sad, is he going to die now?

Seeing the strong man's cold scimitar was about to be cut down, a figure rushed over and hugged the strong man's waist.

It was a thin figure, his name was Han Niuer, an ordinary military household.

Han Niuer hugged the strong man's waist tightly and cried sternly: "Blind... hurry up... kill him... kill him..."

He was about to kill the dog, but suddenly a sheep blocked the road. The strong man was furious, staring at his copper bell-like eyes, and his elbow hit Han Niuer's chest one by one.

The elbow strikes were like a heavy hammer, and you could almost hear the sound of a broken rib.

Han Niuer almost lost her ability to think, and she felt cruel, and opened her mouth and bit the strong man's neck.

The strong man let out a creepy howl and tried to reverse the scimitar, trying to slaughter the sheep hanging on him.

Tie Mo finally came to his senses, picked up the spear, endured the severe pain on his body, and rushed forward.

The spear stabbed the strong man hard in the chest, and one shot almost exhausted all his strength.

puff!

The strong man looked at the spear stuck in his heart in disbelief, and his hand holding the knife drooped unwillingly. He fell down like a mountain, pressing the thin Han Niuer under him.

Tie Mo only felt like his whole body was dispersed and he had no strength to pull it out. Under the strong man, Han Niuer kept twitching, coughing blood from his mouth, and red liquid flowed out of his eyes. I don’t know if it was tears or blood.

He tried hard to move the strong man's body of nearly 200 kilograms away and patted Han Niu'er on the cheek.

After a while, Han Niuer opened her eyes and grinned miserably, "Cough cough... we killed him... Cough cough..."

Seeing that Han Niuer had no worries about life, Tie Mo was lying beside Han Niuer, with her limbs wide open and her eyes were staring at the stars in the sky.

The strong wind swept through, but the strong smell of blood never dissipated.

At this time, even a girl with no power to tie a chicken could slaughter Tiemo and Han Niuer as long as she carried her sword.

In the distance, the fire flashed, and Ruan Ergou was inserted into a knife on his back. The blood stained the torn jacket on his body, but he screamed wildly, clenched his fists, and punched the Tartars' face one by one. Gradually, the Tartars became bloody and no sound. However, Ruan Ergou still punched each other until he could no longer raise his fists, and then lay on the Tartars' corpse, smiling foolishly.

The Tartars' face was broken, and Ruan Ergou's hands were broken.

"Hey... I killed another one... two more... two more... the baby has food to eat... ahem..."

At this time, only one of the fifteen Tartars was still alive. A young and thin man rushed towards the Tartars frantically, but he was kicked to the ground by the Tartars every time. However, every time he fell down, he would quickly get up, like a mad dog that could not be killed.

Gradually, the remaining Tartar was a little panicked because he found that all his companions were dead, and he was the only one who was still alive.

I really wanted to kill the mad dog in front of me, but I didn't know where the knife in my hand was left. After kicking the dog over, I was about to escape, but the dog got entangled again.

He is obviously thin, but where does he get the energy to resist the attack?

The Tartars were also a little crazy. He gave up running away, kicked the thin Han people over, and then bullied them up, and knocked down his huge fists.

"Han Dog...you go to die...you go to die..."

The thin man kept struggling, but he was no match for the Tartars after all.

Seeing that the tangled dog was about to kill this entangled dog, a angrily shouted in his ear. The Tartar turned his head and saw a bald man rushing over.

The bald strong man grabbed the Tartars' waist, shouted angrily, and even held the Tartars over his head, then pressed them down and pushed them up on his knees.

With a click, the Tartar's waist twisted in an irregular shape.

After Shi Hu killed the last Tartar, he helped the thin man sit up, "Small...Small..."

Xie Kezhai vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and said with a slutty smile: "Brother Big Hu...I'm fine..."
Chapter completed!