The laughter of the unshaven man and the others made Han Zhenhan feel alert, and this group of people faced more than ten times their own soldiers.

He could still keep his face and his heart beat. Even the guy with thin eyebrows and thin eyes was tilting his head and laughing, and he was still touching his hands leisurely and contentedly, with a strand of poor goatee on his jaw.

The calmness of these people with big arms and round waists made Han Zhenhan and Han Zhenhan’s soldiers feel a little upset.

Could this group of people be the leader of some nobles on the grassland, who always take action to only a few thousand cows and tens of thousands of sheep?

It's not right! He is really such a leader. No matter how hard the guards around him should have a few quick guns.

The people's saddles were hung not on the fast-track leather case, but short bows and arrow pouches, and the old-fashioned Mongolian scimitars were inserted between their waists.

There are not so many gems on the scimitar. These appearances are completely disproportionate to the temperament they show.

Han Zhenhan nodded slightly, just about to ask for an order. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him shouted first.

"Qibolega! Please Sauls~!"

Before he finished speaking, the other party relaxed his hand holding the whip, and saw his feet on the stirrup knocking slightly back, and the bow placed on the left side of the saddle reached his hand.

The fingers that were as thick as a carrot, played with the bow on his hand as if they were alive. It seemed that it took less than a few seconds to point the bow that had been placed on the arrow at Han Zhenhan. The sharp arrow was so sharp that the scalp was numb before it flew out.

The sound of the bow string touching made a buzzing sound of the trembling air. It can be seen that although this bow is of a few stones, it will definitely not be able to be pulled open by anyone.

Looking in response, Han Zhenhan, who was standing on the ground, had a colorful feather inserted into his body. Almost all the other arrow feathers passed through Han Zhenhan's flesh.

While being shot, Han Zhenhan tilted his body and knelt on his right leg and bowed his knees with his left leg. When he was shot, Han Zhenhan also pulled the Bronning M1900 pistol, which was not in the holster, which is the legendary gun card jack.

The sense of gun determines the method of marksmanship, and the sense of guns must be fed with bullets. Before returning to China, Han Zhenhan liked various guns, not to mention that he was soaked in the military camp after he came back. Good guns like Browning were usually distributed by officers above major general.

Of course, it is not difficult to get a gun, especially those students from non-commissioned schools in island countries. People who truly understand guns will naturally know what good things are.

With the arrow just now, Han Zhenhan was actually the one who was shot later, and the one who fired the first one was of course the bullet.

Of course, Han Zhenhan would not hold back when he wanted to kill him. Even if he didn't need to aim and did not have a suitable shooting posture, Han Zhenhan could easily hit the bull's eye at such a distance.

Because he pulled the trigger and was shot again, the person immediately started to laugh proudly and was shot dead by Han Zhenhan on the spot.

Han Zhenhan, who had killed someone, was thinking about how he would explain if someone came. He didn't feel that the arrow shot on his shoulder would hurt so much.

What a powerful evidence this is. He shot me first, of course I had to fight back, and I didn't even have a gun out, so of course I was the one who fought back in self-defense. I was thinking about how to find a reasonable excuse for the trouble I caused.

But the others present were in a bad mood, and the others sitting on the saddle were already stunned, especially the thin eyebrows and goatee.

At this moment, his eyes that originally looked very thin finally opened, glaring like bull's eyes. However, when he saw Han Zhenhan's eyes, he thought of it, to be honest, this person still has big eyes.

And the goatee, who was angry or afraid, trembled and pointed at the person who had just put some hidden weapon.

"You,,,,,,,,," You didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, you let out a long breath before you could speak the complete words,

"You killed the Hanting people, and you dare to move people with the surname Borjijin? Wait for death!"

What Borjijin? Han Zhenhan hasn't reacted yet, and of course he doesn't know what he is talking about even if he reacts.

"Kill them, otherwise your whole family will die when you go back. Kill them...you can still leave the old and the young.

After hearing the goatee's sharp voice trembling and trembling voice, he still felt a sense of tragedy.

But a cold light flashed in Han Zhenhan's eyes, and he also shouted an order from his mouth.

"Save bullets! Take them all!"

Han Zhenhan did not issue a massacre order. If he killed one person, he would kill more than fifty people. Han Zhenha could not do that. But the other party was all desperately coming.

Fortunately, the Zhongzheng rifle with bayonets still has some advantages in dealing with these Mongolian cavalry riding on horseback, while those who took out bows and arrows to prepare for archery were named after the good marksmanship.

This forest is not suitable for cavalry combat, but the leader named Borjijin did not take the people in the forest seriously, nor did he expect the other party to dare to do something with him, nor did he expect that the other party could kill him when he took action at the same time.

Han Zhenhan stared at the goatee with his eyes, and the arrow feathers on his body added a bit of murderous aura to him. After the two of the guy who fell to the ground reacted with the beard, they drove forward as soon as they finished speaking.

The two waved the scimitar in their hands and were about to rush to Han Zhenhan, but two gunshots came from behind Han Zhenhan.

Two gunshots were fired almost at the same time. After the gunshot, the two Mongolian cavalry immediately maintained their expressions before being shot, and opened their eyes wide open and made a vague sound from their mouths.

Then the two fell off their horses and fell to the ground. Those who died could not die anymore. After watching the whole process, the goatee who was used to being accustomed to being powerful and powerful in the goatee, was already scared to say something completely.

"This, this, this, this, this, this is a firearm. Are you a firearm camp? Are you a spy from the State of Song?" The goatee was frightened by these strange people and the short firearm that made a loud noise.

However, being able to be a lackey by the nobles must have extraordinary abilities. Unexpectedly, the goatee saw something wrong, he immediately raised his whip, turned around and was about to run away.

Because Han Zhenhan did not hear the goatee clearly, there were gunfire and shouts of killing around him, which was extremely noisy, so Han Zhenhan just heard some anger, spies, etc.

Because of a run-up distance and a few Mongolian cavalry were following the goatee, they really rushed out smoothly.

This is because Han Zhenhan did not directly kill, otherwise he would have enough bullets to kill these people. If he kills people, he will naturally have to go to complain to someone. If he wants to sue, he will sue. Anyway, Han Zhenhan thinks he makes sense.

You can't kill someone to silence you, just kill more than fifty compatriots at once. Han Zhenhan himself couldn't overcome this hurdle. Although he was not a Han Chinese, he was all Chinese.

Just as the five or six cavalry rushed out of the siege, the battle was basically over. More than 800 people were fighting for more than fifty people with swords and guns, and how hard was it to be for the Mongolian cavalry holding short swords and bows.

But these Mongolian cavalry were really fierce, with bayonets on their necks, and they dared to wave their swords. After knowing that they had really stabbed a few strong men to death, the remaining people were only put down the short sword in their hands when they saw that they were defeated.

After a battle, Han Zhenhan injured more than a dozen people, but fortunately, they were all injured by knife wounds, while more than 30 people on the other side were captured and eight were killed.

After bandaging Han Zhenhan and the wounded, someone tied up dozens of Mongolian soldiers and escorted them to Han Zhenhan.

Han Zhenhan asked for a long time, but no one answered, and I didn’t know if he couldn’t understand Chinese or what, but in short, he looked like he wanted to kill and cut him into slaughter.

The dozens of cavalry prisoners all looked like Han Zhenhan owed them two hundred yuan, and they looked like they were dead fathers.

Han Zhenhan also didn't talk nonsense to them. Since he had grasped people, he naturally had to solve his physiological needs. All of them were hungry.

He ordered people to search them all but found no food, and they didn't even have money, so they found a few gold and some scattered silver.

"Staff Officer Wang! Come with the map!"

This Staff Officer Wang is not a Staff Officer Han Zhenhan's regiment, because Han Zhenhan is a new recruit. In addition, how could a small major Han Zhenhan directly provide him with a staff officer? This Staff Officer Wang is actually the camp of the Third Battalion.

He has always been very wise, has good military qualities, and has beautiful homework. However, he is upright and arrogant, and is independent in the division and is not sociable anywhere, so he is naturally excluded from Han Zhenhan.

A small black-faced man trotted to Han Zhenhan and stood attentively. After standing attentively, he could see that his small military uniform was tightly buckled, and his entire middle line was meticulous. Even if the muddy and blood were stained, could it cover up the meticulous military atmosphere?

"Report!"

"Don't talk nonsense, take people to see it, come back and tell me where this is? Go!"

"yes!"

Then don’t talk nonsense. Han Zhenhan said to himself. A capable and high-quality soldier only needs to explain the purpose and results.

After Staff Wang left, because there was no food, Han Zhenhan asked his subordinates to prepare some dry food, but he did not dare to make a fire, because the enemy's plane was too immoral.

When resting on the battlefield, a wave of planes came to pick up smoke-filled places and finally the kitchen team became the key target of the enemy air force. Often before the war began, the soldiers always went to the battlefield hungry.

Han Zhenhan was chewing dry food in his mouth and sucking cold water. He sat under the tree, and was standing next to him with the serviceman Shunzi. Before he could swallow a dry steamed bun, Staff Wang jogged all the way back, with sweat still on his head.

"Report! Group seats, we are lost, there is no mark on the map here."

If someone else said this, Han Zhenhan would have to find someone to confirm it, but Staff Wang said that there was no place in the picture, then it must be that there was no place in the picture.

Han Zhenhan, frowned, muttered, "Maybe it was washed away by the river, but how did we get to the shore? Is there a big river nearby? No! Everyone is here?"

The question mark on his forehead was so he was interested in asking the Mongolian cavalry that the soft and hard things were not easy to use, but he just didn't even bother to hum.
Chapter completed!