Chapter 273 Grilled human meat

Min Zhuang retreated in panic, pointed the spear in his hand in a circle, and did not dare to attack rashly.

Bart turned over and got up, and the blood-dropped scimitar smeared heavily on the Mongolian robe. His red eyes passed by more than a dozen people. He paused on Magan's face and finally frozen on Scarface. Bart's eyes suddenly contracted, and he felt an extremely strong aura, a dangerous aura from Scarface.

Under the city wall, the Mongolian Tartars climbed up the ladder frantically. On the city wall, the veterans of the Central Army were venting the rolling wood and rocks, cursing, shouting, screaming and the sound of weapons hitting each other. The entire battlefield was filled with suffocating noise, but Bart and Scarface ignored it!

"kill!"

Bart couldn't help but rush towards Scarface with a scimitar.

A ferocious sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of Scar's face. He held the knife handle with his left hand and his fist with his right hand. His body remained motionless. In a flash, Bart had rushed to Scar's face. A cold light flashed, and the sharp scimitar had turned into a cold light, piercing Scar's left chest viciously!

If this knife is stabbed, the heart will definitely be pierced, and even if Scarface has nine lives, he will not be able to survive.

When it was almost impossible to escape, Scarface's strong body suddenly faded away. Bart was sure to stab Scarface's left shoulder with a certain knife. The sharp blade easily cut open Scarface's shoulder blade and penetrated the back shoulder! Scarface groaned, his slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and his cold eyes fell on Bart's face like a knife.

At this moment, the two of them were so close!

Bart's souls were all lit up, and it was too late to retreat when he was eager to draw his sword.

A cold light flashed, Scarface's waist knife was unsheathed, and the sharp blade had cut Bart's neck. Bart's blood-red eyes suddenly widened, and blood foam in hissing in his throat, his eyes gradually became dull. He didn't know why Scarface had to be stabbed by him until his death? He didn't see clearly how Scarface was released?

In terms of martial arts, Bart should still be above Scarface. However, in terms of experience in killing, Bart, the herder, can't catch up with Scarface, a bandit who has been wandering on the brink of death for many years. Scarface kills more lambs than Bart eats, and Scarface sheds more blood than Bart sweats!

So in just one round, Bart died under the sword of Scarface.

Ma Gan, who was watching the battle, breathed a long sigh of relief. When he looked back, the two armies were fighting fiercely. After all, there were not many masters like Bart among the Mongolian Tartars. They were blocked by the Central Army. Often, the Mongolian Tartars would be stabbed into sieves by dozens of sharp spears just now.

If it weren't for the Mongolian archers in the distance to throw mice and dare not shoot arrows, the Mongolian Tartars would not have thought of emerging.

Ma Gan jumped onto the balustrade and slashed the five fingers of a Mongolian Tartar climbing onto the balustrade into pieces. The Mongolian Tartar screamed, and planted the onion backwards on the city wall. Before it landed, its head hit the base of the city wall, and instantly broke its neck bone, and it remained silent after it landed on the ground.

Ma Gan looked down and saw that the city wall was filled with Mongolian Tartars, and there were at least two thousand people!

"Populate the tincture oil! Fuck the tincture oil and burn these damn Mongolian Tartars to death..."

A roar like a thunderous roar suddenly sounded on the city wall. Hundreds of civilians quickly carried buckets of hot tincture oil to approach the castle. The next moment, the scorching tincture oil poured down from the city like heavy rain. The Mongolian Tartars climbed on the ladder and crowded at the foot of the city wall were instantly covered with heads and faces.

The tragic wailing sounded through the sky in an instant, hundreds of high-temperature hot oil poured on her body, and it was a shower from head to toe. The taste was imagined! The city walls were filled with oil and the aroma of meat. Sonamu, who was far away from the outside, seemed to smell the aroma of barbecue from the air.

However, the danger of the Mongolian Tartars has just begun.

"Start fire! Burn these Mongolian Tartars to death!"

The roar of thunder and thunder sounded again on the city tower. More than a hundred civilians pulled their bows forward, and rockets ruthlessly landed at the foot of the city wall. The hot tinder oil burned as soon as it hit Mars. The fire spread rapidly. In less than a moment, it completely swallowed the Mongolian Tartars crowded at the foot of the city wall.

The fire was blazing, the black smoke rose into the sky, and the air was filled with a strong burnt smell.

At the foot of the city wall, countless Mongolian Tartars were wailing, running, struggling, and twitching in the flames. Some Mongolian Tartars rushed out of the fire, howling, and plunged into the cold moat with a full body of fire. The water surface was covered with blue smoke, but the Mongolian Tartars fell into the water did not float up again...

In the distance, Sonamu's eyes were wide open, his face full of disbelief.

The attack of the Mongolian warriors was once again frustrated by the cowardly Nanming barbarians. More than half of the 4,000 Mongolian warriors who had been attacking were injured or killed. In just two hours, Sonamu lost more than 2,000 brave Mongolian warriors, as well as the number one warrior of the Korchin tribe, Bart... and died in battle.

Sonamu looked up at the sky, and the sunset was set.

Looking at the more than a hundred ladders, they also turned into ashes in the raging fire just now. Obviously, it is impossible to capture Jining City again today. Sonamu was very unwilling to accept it, but he could only collapse from his teeth: "Retreat the troops and come and deal with these damn Nanming barbarians tomorrow."

It's night.

In Jining City, the general is heading.

Scarface was bare-handed, and her left shoulder was standing proudly in the lobby with a white cloth wrapped around her left shoulder. There were red bloodshots oozing out of the wound, and the tight white cloth was moistened. However, Scarface looked like a ok, and she was like a strong bear, paced back and forth in the lobby, stopping from time to time to roar.

With heavy footsteps, Wang Huzi stepped into the marching plane and said proudly: "General, it's past midnight!"

"Is it past midnight?"

Scarface suddenly raised his head, his big red tongue licked his chapped lips, and said with a grim voice, "Wang Huzi, are you all ready?"

Wang Huzi shouted: "All fucking ready."

"Okay!" Scar's face punched the table hard and said with a grim voice, "Go and kill all these damn Mongolian Tartars!"

Wang Huzi thrust his right foot heavily on the ground and saluted Scarface with a loud bang: "Yes!"

After saying that, Wang Huzi turned around and left. As soon as he reached the gate, a cold voice from Scar's face suddenly came from behind: "Beard, don't forget that head!"

Wang Huzi paused for a moment and then left.

Outside Jining City, Mongolian Camp.

Sonamu sat cross-legged on the Persian carpet, holding a fat lamb leg and gnawing. The two enchanting Mongolian women each performed their duties. One and a half knelt behind Sonamu to defend his shoulders and relax his muscles. The other was holding a horse-milky wine pot and poured a bowl for Sonamu from time to time. When Sonamu was drinking happily, Chahartai suddenly turned over the tent and walked in.

Sonamu wiped his mouth full of oil and asked vaguely: "Have the scouts and cavalry sent out?"

Chahartai responded respectfully: "Report to the prince, he has been sent out."

"Is there any abnormality?"

"No, no exception."

"Yeah." Sonam nodded and said, "It's midnight. I'm sorry that the barbarians of Nanming dare not go out of the city to attack. Then you go down and do your best. Be full of energy and continue to attack the city tomorrow."

"twitter!"

Chahartai knelt on one knee and responded, turning around and exiting the tent.

Sonamu put down the lamb leg bone that had been gnawed by him, picked up the horse milk wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Then he hooked his finger at the Mongolian woman holding the horse milk wine pot, and smiled lewdly: "Temur... come here."

A coquettish expression appeared on the face of the Mongolian woman, and she twisted her slender waist and walked to Sonamu.

Jining, Beicheng.

The only two cavalrymen of the Central Army had already assembled. Two thousand cavalrymen held their horses and lined up along the wide street in four columns, which was dark. The night wind was cold, and only the heavy breathing of war horses could be clearly heard, and the air was filled with suffocating murderous aura.

Wang Huzi led a steed mount to the cavalry formation. The four hooves of the mount were wrapped in thick cotton cloth. He stepped on the bluestone pavement on the street and made only a few faint muffled sounds.

"First check, are the four hooves of the war horse wrapped? Are the mouth covers tightly?"

The cold voice of Wang Huzi sounded, and two thousand soldiers began to meticulously check the hoof cloth and mouth covers of their respective war horses. No one dared to take it lightly. The battlefield was full of life, and a slight negligence could lead to a disaster, a failure of a battle, and a possible death to all brothers on the battlefield!

After a moment, all two thousand soldiers had been inspected.

Wang Huzi turned over the horse and shouted sternly: "Everything is available, get on the horse!"

There was a rumbling sound on the street, and two thousand soldiers turned over their horses. Wang Huzi turned around and walked slowly before the cavalry formation, and began his last pre-war speech: "Brothers, listen to it, this time I have only one word for the order I gave you, that is, kill! Kill all the Mongolian Tartars, don't leave a single living mouth!"

The cold murderous intent stirred in the eyes of every soldier. Two thousand cavalry were like two thousand wolves, ready.

Wang Huzi pulled out his waist knife and tweeted forward Xuxu, and howled sternly: "Set out!"

The closed north gate of Jining quietly opened, and teams of fully armed Central Army cavalry emerged one after another.

The night was as dark as ink, and the Mongolian scouts cruising in the distance could not see any situation ten steps away. They could only find abnormal situations based on their sounds. However, the Central Army cavalry had already wrapped the horse's hooves with cotton cloth and covered the horse's mouth with their mouth covers.

The two thousand cavalry were like ghost riders from the Jiuyou Hell, and the gods approached the Mongolian camp outside the West Gate without knowing it.

There are stars of fire in the Mongolian camp, which are like beacons guiding the way in the dark wilderness, which is easy to recognize.

When there were two miles left before the Mongolian camp, a Mongolian scout finally found the Central Army cavalry that was moving forward quietly. The Mongolian scout suddenly became alert and shouted in Mongolian, "Who is it?"

"Swoosh swish swish!"

Three cold stars came to the sky. The short and strong body of the Mongolian scout shook on the horse's back and landed dejectedly. However, before his death, the Mongolian scout used all his strength to pull his bow and arrow and shot out the whistle and screaming sounds that instantly cut through the quiet night sky and spread for miles away.

Knowing that the situation had been exposed, Wang Huzi pulled out his waist without hesitation and pulled forward hard. The two thousand Central Army cavalry who were quietly touching forward immediately began to accelerate and rushed towards the Mongolian camp two miles away like a tide.

The continuous whistle sounds quickly sounded under the dark night sky, and they all the way to the Mongolian camp.

After the suffocating silence, the Mongolian camp soon began to stir up. The silence of the dark night was completely broken. The sleeping Mongolian Tartars had been awakened and were shouting in the yurt. Then, before they could put on their armor, the fences outside the camp were pulled down by the piers, and the black Ming cavalry had broken into the camp!

The two cavalry of the Central Army cavalry flew past, and the two yurts that were the first to be hit were torn to the ground.

Before the Mongolian Tartars in the yurt could turn their minds, dozens of cavalry of the Central Army followed one after another, the sabers flew, the cold light shining, and blood splashed. Dozens of Mongolian Tartars' heads had already rolled to the ground!

With the deep sound of knocking on the ground, more Central Army cavalry rushed into the Mongolian camp like a tide. These Central Army cavalry were like wolves entering the flock of sheep. They killed the Mongolian Tartars when they saw them and burned the yurt. In less than a moment, flames ignited in the Mongolian camp, and thousands of Mongolian Tartars fell in the pool of blood!

Mongolian Central Army.

Sonamu was bare and supported the ground with his hands, pressing against Timur's body and galloping, Timur was panting, his body was as crisp as cotton, and the tight, wet and hot flower paths twitched, bringing Sonamu's bone-eroding soul. When Sonamu was feeling joy inexplicably, a burst of noise suddenly sounded outside the tent.

Sona shivered with excitement and suddenly burst into Timur's body.

"What's going on?"

Sonamu twitched on Timur's soft body for a few seconds, then got up naked and shouted loudly outside the tent, "What's going on outside?"

"Prince." The response from the head of the guard Bardav sounded outside the tent, "The Ming army attacked!"

"What? Ming Army!?"

Sonamu shivered again and quickly put on a neat dress with the help of two Mongolian women. After a while, Sonamu stepped out of the tent and saw that two hundred personal guards had already assembled. Under the leadership of the guard commander Bardav, Sonamu found that the Ming cavalry who came to steal the camp had actually killed the Chongba and approached his central army's tent!

"Kill and kill!"

The Ming cavalry who rushed in the front was particularly brave. They slashed left and right, and raised up and down. The Mongolian cavalry where the people passed were divided into waves, and no one could stop him for a moment. Seeing this, Sonamu was shocked and shouted to Bardav anxiously: "Hurry up, stop this damn Southern Ming barbarian."
Chapter completed!