Guo Dajing fired a shot in a hurry, hitting horses but not people. The target was big, he just raised his hand and shot without worrying about missing.
The injured war horse screamed and neighed violently and jumped wildly. Jiannu on the horse was unable to control it and could no longer get close to attack.
Another Jiannu had already approached, roaring like a wolf, and the scimitar raised high flashed with cold light.
Guo Dajing had the projectile in his hand, but he had no time to press the string to launch it. He had to dodge the scimitar, and he couldn't bear the collision of the war horse.
Just as he was about to leap forward and dodge the attack with embarrassment and tact, Jiannu's war horse suddenly stood up with a long neigh, almost throwing Jiannu off the horse.
Guo Dajing seized the opportunity, pulled the string and fired. The steel ball hit the side of Jiannu's face, shattering his cheekbones. Jiannu, whose face was covered in blood, screamed and fell from his horse. Although he survived, he also lost his ability to attack.
A very familiar broken kitchen knife fell in the snow, and Guo Dajing immediately knew who helped him. In a critical close-range fight, even throwing a stone can affect life and death and affect the situation of the battle.
At close range, the military slingshot was as powerful as a pistol, and it became Guo Dajing's trump card. In the blink of an eye, he killed and wounded three slaves.
But the fight was far from over. Another Jiannu turned his horse's head and blocked Guo Dajing in front of him. He raised his long knife and made an attack motion.
But his war horse was of no help. It jumped and neighed suddenly, which not only made his attack aborted halfway, but also threw Jiannu off his horse.
At the critical moment, Zhao Qingshan pulled out a big gun from the bundle of firewood and threw it hard, hurting the horse's buttocks.
Guo Dajing reacted and fired a bullet, but it still hit the war horse with a large target. The injured war horse was difficult to control, and it blocked another Jian Nu's charge.
When he turned his head again, Guo Dajing's right hand no longer took out projectiles, but lifted his cotton-padded jacket around his waist and held the handle of the dog-leg knife.
With a flash of cold light, the dog-legged knife was unsheathed, drew a half circle in the air, and struck hard at Jian Nu, who had fallen from his horse.
Jiannu rolled around in the snow, and before he could stand up, he saw Guo Dajing slashing at him with his sword, and quickly swung his long sword to fight.
Click, plop!
The Damascus steel knife crafted in later generations was extremely sharp. Under Guo Dajing's powerful chop, the long knife was cut into pieces. The dog-leg knife still had its power and chopped off half of Jiannu's head diagonally.
The sound of horse hooves from behind was rapid and very close. Guo Dajing didn't even have time to turn around, so he abandoned his knife and jumped forward, completing a very beautiful leap forward roll.
The war horse rushed past where Guo Dajing was standing, and Jiannu's iron-bone body almost brushed past Guo Dajing's legs.
Guo Dajing jumped forward and rolled forward, then got into a half-crouching position. He did the same action again. When he stood up again, he had already grabbed the big gun on the snow in his hand.
Jian Nu's attack failed, he quickly turned his horse's head and charged towards Guo Dajing again.
Guo Dajing ran sideways, taking advantage of the fact that the space was narrow and it was difficult for his horse to run away, and avoided a frontal battle.
Since the horse could not speed up, Guo Dajing was not too afraid of collisions and could only concentrate on dealing with Jiannu.
Jiannu didn't want to abandon his horse and fight on foot, so he had to slow down his horse, turn its head, and charge at Guo Dajing again.
But Guo Dajing was very slippery and ran in circles, forcing the slave to adjust his direction again.
Guo Dajing ran quickly and took the initiative to meet Jiannu, who had been frightened by the steel ball and had to abandon his horse.
The slave was not afraid at all. After abandoning his horse, he raised his spear and ran towards Guo Dajing.
With a howl, Jiannu pointed his gun straight at Guo Dajing's chest.
Guo Dajing's feet were like nails, he held a gun in both hands, his body turned slightly to the right, facing the enemy at a semi-diagonal angle, his eyes wide with anger, a very standard preparation posture.
When Jiannu's spear struck, Guo Da asked him to swing the spear forward with his left hand to the left and his right hand to the right, and hit the enemy's spear with the combined force of both hands.
The gun barrels clashed, and Guo Dajing successfully knocked away Jiannu's spear. Then, his left calf drove his thigh to take a big step forward, and the tip of the spear drew a small arc. When his left foot touched the ground, he violently exerted force on both arms.
Push the gun.
"Kill!" With a roar, the tip of the spear penetrated the armor and stabbed into Jiannu's abdomen.
Jian Nu opened his eyes wide and looked at his opponent in disbelief, his body slumped to the ground.
To the Jiannu's surprise, Guo Dajing's defensive counterattack was swift and powerful, and there was no triggering action, making it difficult to guard against.
The so-called draw-the-gun action is to move forward to assassinate and then retract the gun, which is equivalent to shrinking and accumulating power.
But this action will clearly tell the enemy that I am going to stab you. If the enemy is prepared, it will be difficult to stab you unless there is a huge difference in strength.
The gun pierced the enemy's belly. Guo Dajing quickly put away the gun and turned around. He used the barrel of the gun to sweep the dying Jiannu to the ground and stared straight at Jiannu who was charging towards him on horseback.
Immediately, Jiannu raised Tieguduo, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and struck him repeatedly, preparing to knock Guo Dajing down with one blow.
Guo Dajing glanced at the ground with his peripheral vision, suddenly raised his leg and kicked up the spear of the dead Jiannu, and flew towards the horse's head.
After completing this harassing action, Guo Dajing moved laterally, ran a few steps, handed the gun to his right hand, raised it over his shoulder, and flew out like a javelin.
Jiannu's horse was affected. Even though the gun flew sideways, he still hesitated and paused instinctively.
Jiannu used his legs to exert force and controlled the war horse to adjust its direction. The big spear flew towards him again, and he had no choice but to smash the javelin away with his iron bone flower.
Then, he saw the fierce guy on the opposite side stopped and had a strange weapon in his hand, aiming at him.
Bang! Guo Dajing released his right hand, and the steel ball flew out, hitting Jiannu like lightning.
Jiannu was not allowed to see clearly what it was. The steel ball hit his mouth, and one of his front teeth cracked and flew into his mouth.
Jian Nu's head was thrown back, and his head was buzzing with dizziness. The dizziness only lasted for two or three seconds, but it was enough for Guo Dajing to take out the steel ball again, open the wide skin, and shoot again.
Jiannu's face blossomed, and he fell backward on the horse. He covered his face with blood in vain, rolled on the ground, and let out a scream that changed his voice.
Guo Dajing stepped forward, put away the slingshot, raised his toes, held the big gun in his hand, and stabbed with the gun, ending the slave's screams and irritation.
Scanning the surroundings, Guo Dajing was holding a spear and his eyes were sharp, as if he was a maniac.
Then, he ran in small steps, heading straight towards Jiannu, whose cheekbones were shattered, who struggled painfully after falling off the horse, and was now standing up unsteadily.
Jian Nu's face was covered with blood. When he saw the enemy running towards him, he looked frightened. He hurriedly pulled out his sword and got into a fighting stance.
Seeing that one of Jiannu's eyes was covered with blood, Guo Dajing ran forward, yelled bluffingly, and made a deceptive stabbing gesture.
Jiannu waved his sword to block the attack, but it was in vain.
The big spear stabbed fiercely, and Jiannu swung his sword to parry again, hitting the barrel of the gun. However, the big spear was as heavy as a mountain, and was only slightly deflected. The thrusting tip of the spear penetrated Jiannu's neck without any hindrance.
Stab after stab, Guo Dajing took another step and ran forward amidst the splash of dirty blood.
One shot, another shot, and another shot, Guo Dajing mercilessly stabbed all the slaves on the ground, whether they were injured but not dead, or those who were dead and motionless, he did not spare any of them.
Then, he pulled a war horse, climbed up, and chased the Ahabs who were escaping along the road.
When the little village head saw the last Manchu master being knocked to the ground, he lost any luck and began to run for his life with fear.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded behind him, and Xiao Zhuangtou glanced back hastily, but it was the ferocious God of Death chasing after him on horseback.
"Ah, ah -" Xiao Zhuangtou moved his legs desperately, using all his strength to suck milk, and let out a frightened wailing.
Guo Dajing urged his horse to speed up, and shot Xiaozhuangtou in the head from behind. The old hat flew up with splashes of blood, and Xiaozhuangtou fell down in a somersault.
Because his riding skills were not very good, Guo Dajing did not dare to make too drastic movements. But with the help of his horse power, this shot swept across Xiaozhuangtou, even if it could not kill Xiaozhuangtou, it could still seriously injure him.
Continuing to urge the horse to gallop, Guo Dajing chased Aha in front. He had only one idea: he could not let these people escape back to report the news.
"Spare my life, spare my life!" An Aha stopped running and knelt on the roadside, kowtow and begged for mercy.
Guo Dajing withdrew his gun and rode past him. A majestic voice sounded, "Go back!"
Aha kowtowed twice more before he woke up. He blinked his eyes sluggishly, looked at Guo Dajing's back, then looked at Xiaozhuangtou who fell to the ground not far away, and made a choice helplessly.
He is wise and knows that a man cannot outrun a horse.
This god of death has blocked the escape route in front of him. If he doesn't obey when he comes back, he may end up like Xiao Zhuangtou.
"I was forced, I hate the Jurchens..."
There was another cry for mercy, but it was interrupted roughly, with only two short and murderous words: "Go back."
Guo Dajing ran all the way and finally caught up with the Aha who had run the farthest and was the least courageous. Then he turned around, reined in his horse, and drove these Aha back along the original road.
Aha is similar to the Liao people in the village. They both accepted their fate and accepted the fate of being enslaved or killed.
Jiannu was vicious and cruel, and Guo Dajing killed Jiannu repeatedly. In Aha's eyes, he was an even more ferocious and cruel guy. He was so frightened that the only option left was to obey.
On the way, Zhao Qingshan also caught up with him on horseback. Seeing that Guo Dajing had intercepted all the Aha, he was visibly relieved.
However, the way Zhao Qingshan looked at Guo Dajing was completely different. There was surprise, admiration, relief, or a bit of awe and other emotions.
"It's a good knife!" Zhao Qingshan handed over the dog-leg knife that Guo Dajing had no time to put away. Complex emotions flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say much, waving the machete and driving Aha away quickly.
Guo Dajing put the dog-leg knife back into the scabbard on his thigh. Suddenly he remembered something and asked hurriedly: "Sister Li Xiu——"
Zhao Qingshan glanced at Guo Dajing and said in a deep voice: "She is still alive now, it depends on whether her life is strong and whether she can survive it."
After a pause, Zhao Qingshan saw that he was approaching the village and said, "Go and take a look first. I can watch these guys by myself."
Guo Dajing didn't waste any time, he accelerated his horse and galloped forward.