When a Beiyi scout woke up and saw that the tent was on fire, he yelled and regretted that he had not sent out the guards. But the nature of the Beiyi people was egoism. He pressed the shoulders of others and held them down.
On the ground, he was the first to escape from the tent.
Zhang Xiaowu, who was waiting at the entrance of the tent, stepped forward and shot him, piercing both sides with a pop. Then the second scout rushed out and was also shot by Zhang Xiaowu, but the second man fell backwards and lay half of his body in the tent.
The other three people in the tent were so frightened that they turned pale.
The three Beiyi people finally realized that the fire was not an accident, but that someone was ambushing them. They were extremely regretful and wanted to rush out. The fire in the tent became more and more intense, and the third scout had to get out on the spot. Zhang Xiaowu had already
Just to guard against this, he sneered and shot down the man, directly hitting the man's body. With a bang, it wasn't the spear that broke, but the man's spine.
The third Beiyi man shouted in pain: "Ah Xi - rub Rachel (help) -"
Listening to the screams of the enemy, Zhang Xiaowu felt extremely calm in his heart, as if killing was as common as drinking water. This was simply unimaginable in the past. He even wondered whether human beings are inherently evil, but peace restrains the evil in everyone's hearts.
Zhang Xiaowu quickly squatted on the ground, drew his knife and killed the third Beiyi man, ending his suffering.
At this time, the remaining two Beiyi people cut open the sides of the tent and suddenly escaped. Both of them were on fire. They beat the flames while running away with all their lives. Zhang Xiaowu raised the middle part of the sharp spear and raised it to his waist.
With all his strength, he threw the spear at one of them.
With a "swish", a Beiyi scout was pierced by a sharp spear and nailed to the ground. The flames on his body and the sharp spear penetrated his chest, causing him to struggle and howl half to death. After a while, his whole body slid down the gun shaft like a candied haws.
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Zhang Xiaowu didn't care about anything else, and immediately picked up the waist sword of the Beiyi scout on the ground, and chased after the other Beiyi man who escaped.
The Beiyi man's body and head were also on fire. He was flapping and running away in panic, but he didn't notice a tree root protruding under his feet. He tripped and fell to the ground in a hurry. When the last Beiyi man got up, Zhang Xiaowu was already chasing him.
When he came up, the man was terrified.
Zhang Xiaowu kicked his feet hard, and he flew up. He filled his waist sword with all his strength and slashed hard. The Beiyi man consciously wanted to avoid it, turned sideways, and only saw the waist sword coming from his left shoulder.
It was slashed in, and the right rib came out. The whole person was cut into two pieces, and the intestines, liver, etc. flowed to the ground. He screamed and died miserably under a tree.
"Hoo-ho-ho-"
Zhang Xiaowu gasped for air. He clenched his waist sword and trembled all over. He stared at the two corpses on the ground with bloodthirsty. Without thinking about anything, he turned around and walked back to the tent.
He observed the surroundings vigilantly. All five Beiyi were dead and no one else came close, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and found that there was blood splashed by the enemy on his face, as if
It was already stuck to his face, and a feeling of exhaustion made him fall to the ground.
After taking a few deep breaths again, Zhang Xiaowu smelled the disgusting smell of blood and smoke in the air, even mixed with the smell of leftover dog meat on the campfire. He moved his nose and walked to the barbecue.
Grab it and grill it.
The Beiyi Khanate is cold all year round, and dog meat is dry meat. Therefore, the Beiyi people like to eat dog meat and are good at making dog meat feasts. Although it is just a skeleton and there is not much dog meat left, the hungry Zhang Xiaowu is still attracted by the taste of dog meat. In
In the original world, he was not a holy bitch dog slave, but he never ate dog meat. After all, he had dogs at home when he was a child, so he had some concerns about eating dogs.
But at this time, Zhang Xiaowu was cold and hungry. He didn't need to think about it at all. He directly moved the remaining dog bones and gnawed the meat on the bones. Maybe he was too hungry, but he felt that dog meat seemed to be the most delicious in the world.
The food, even the dog skin, is so delicious.
After eating half full, he regained some strength and found that his mind was finally able to think. He turned around and looked around, and saw the five corpses of Beiyi people with different forms of death.
"Alas... since when did I become so numb? I killed someone but didn't do anything. I actually sat in the pile of corpses and ate meat?" Zhang Xiaowu suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion pouring into his heart, and he was at a loss what to do.
He sat down on the grass, feeling dizzy and dizzy.
"I have a fever again. A cold can kill people."
"Why are there so many stars in the sky? Is there an earthquake? Why is the ground shaking too?"
"My head is fine and there is no injury. Why does it hurt so much?"
"I killed someone again. Which person did I kill? How many people did I kill? One hundred? Two hundred? I'm so skilled at killing, what's wrong with me?" He slapped his aching head.
, looking at the five corpses on the ground, muttered to himself, "I am not from this world, I am not a soldier of the bullshit Holy Han Empire, I am a citizen of the People's Republic of China, I do not belong here, I do not belong here
world."
As he talked, Zhang Xiaowu felt a splitting headache. He couldn't help but scratch his head, feeling that his forehead was frighteningly hot. He guessed that it might be because the temperature of his hands and feet was too low, so he reluctantly stood up and took a big gulp.
He took a few breaths.
In the original world, who would have thought that a small cold could kill someone. Zhang Xiaowu had never thought that he would be afraid of colds before, but now he knew that nothing was impossible.
Zhang Xiaowu's eyes were fixed on a Beiyi scout. The man he stabbed to death was wearing a white cloak.
The cloak was of no use except for decoration. Zhang Xiaowu felt cold all over, so he walked over and pulled off the cloak and put it on himself. Psychologically, he almost felt a lot warmer. He walked over and pulled out the sharp gun from the corpse.
But when he saw that the tip of the spear was broken, he threw it aside. Then he sat next to the campfire and fell asleep. He supported his body with his waist sword and warmed himself up by the campfire, trying to keep his body warm.
The Wuhuan people used to use broad swords, giant shields and pointed spears, the Holy Han people used to use spears, spears and waist knives, the Tartar people usually used scimitars, and the Beiyi people mainly used five-foot single-edged waist swords. This single-edged waist sword is suitable for fighting alone.
Fighting, so there are many assassins and warriors in Beiyi,
Historically, the Beiyi people could not defeat the Holy Han in the frontal battlefield, but assassins often appeared to assassinate the Holy Han generals. Although these assassins were all killed, they also became heroes in the hearts of the Beiyi people and were recorded in history by the Beiyi people.
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But on the battlefield, the single-edged waist sword of the Beiyi people was very unsuitable. It was shorter than a spear and longer than a dagger, which meant that they were unable to provide support to each other. When someone got close, they couldn't swing it and could only resist and could not kill.
The Holy Han generals joked that the Beiyi people were stubborn enough to die, but the Beiyi people never changed. However, it was also because of the stubbornness of the Beiyi people that their culture was not completely Chineseized for thousands of years.
Zhang Xiaowu searched for other things on several dead bodies and only found two rings, a silver bracelet and four hairpins. They were all women's jewelry. It didn't take a guess to know that the Beiyi people had snatched them from herdsmen. Beiyi
The Tartars had high manpower and wanted to lure Wuhuan into the grassland this time, which was tantamount to luring wolves into the house. The tribes entered the grassland to be enemies of the Holy Han, but they would plunder wantonly to make up for the losses. He also found a few wheat cakes and a letter,
Opening the letter with a wheat cake in his mouth, he couldn't understand the Beiyi people's writing, so he threw it into the fire.
Zhang Xiaowu sat next to the campfire and warmed up. His body warmed up a lot, and he even felt like sleeping. When he was drowsy, there was a sound around him, and Zhang Xiaowu immediately became alert. He immediately rolled to the side and raised his hand.
He raised his sword, but found that it was too late, a group of men in black had already surrounded him.
The high fever in his body greatly reduced Zhang Xiaowu's perception and agility. He didn't find his opponent until he was surrounded. He was about to resist when he saw the opponent raising his bow and arrow, and someone yelled: "Don't move, if you move again I'll shoot you to death!"
Zhang Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "One of my own..."
"Boom!"
Zhang Xiaowu was knocked unconscious by a stick.
Several Han army scouts looked at the dead people on the ground. The captain frowned and said, "Why did the scouts from Beiyi arrive near Mucheng? Are Dogyi preparing to attack Mucheng?"
"Captain, I guess they are lost."
"It's not that I'm lost, it's just how do these people kill each other?"
"Captain Wu, this man is wearing Beiyi clothes. I don't know his identity."
"Send him to a prison camp and let them interrogate you."