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Chapter 120 Kill kill kill! ! Cao Zhengchun defeated a thousand people with one, and killed the Tatar dog thief!
In the Tatar tent.

"Hahaha... It's so cool! Get some of the captured Han women here, I'm going to show off my male prowess in front of you!!"

The Tatars in the tent were all talking with great joy.

The expression in his eyes is full of coveting for Han women.

"This time I have experienced the intensity of the internal struggle among the Han people. You showed that you knew that we would burn, kill, and loot the Han people, and you still wanted to bring us in.

I just can't figure out what the Han people are thinking in their heads. "

The troops led this time were two heads of ten thousand households, and the soldiers he led were a very special unit in the Mongolian army, called the Talahan Army.

The Talahan military branch was temporarily established.

It is said that this kind of army is usually composed of rogues.

The biggest special thing about them is that they may not be good at fighting, but they are very good at burning, killing and looting.

Because this army's practice is that whatever it grabs is its own and does not need to be handed over.

Therefore, many scoundrels were stimulated and moved forward bravely.

This unit is notorious for being very vicious and cruel.

Their purpose in fighting is to burn, kill, and loot.

But this time Shanxi Shanxi merchants brought them in. The Tatars did not send any elites, but directly recruited such a force to come, not to fight but to burn, kill and loot.

It can be seen from this that how destructive they are?

At this time, the group of people were eating, drinking and having fun in the tent.

The looted gold, silver and jewelry were piled in the four corners of the tent.

The Han women who were captured were trembling and almost naked. They had their hands tied in groups and squatted in the corner, waiting to be humiliated.

One of the ten thousand captains grabbed a leg of lamb and gnawed it hard, laughing.

"It's cool! It's really cool! It's been a long time since we brought anyone into Daming's territory. This time we not only easily bypassed Ma Gui's defense line,
When we arrived at the foot of Datong, those women and treasures looked like they were picked up for nothing!
Brothers, let’s let go this time and not worry about right and wrong.
Don't worry about the internal struggles in their court, they only do one thing, burn, kill and loot.

They rob women when they see them, take money when they see them, burn down houses when they see them, and kill men when they see them.

This is what the Han people want us to do, so we will do it to the best of our ability.

Those fair-looking women really make me drool. "

These words made the other arrogant and domineering Tatar leaders in the tent laugh so wildly.

Cao Zhengchun floated down from the low mountain, passed through the grove, and appeared directly in front of the Tatar tent.

The Tatars immediately became alert when they saw a man who was obviously shouting in front of them.

Cao Zhengchun stood in front of the Tatar tent and saw a Beijing temple at the gate of the camp.

what is this?

This is a way of arranging human heads in the shape of a pyramid, a terrifying way to intimidate the enemy.

And the head was clearly that of a Han man.

Those heads were already half rotten and smelly.

There are countless flies surrounding it.

The head was still staring, with unwillingness and humiliation written in its open eyes.

Even if Cao Zhengchun used his ears, he could still see the sound of a woman wailing in the tent not far from the camp gate.

It didn't take much to think about it to know that it must be a woman from the Han family who was being insulted.

When the Tatar soldiers saw the Han-looking Cao Zhengchun, they immediately drew their bows and arrows, and shot over with a whoosh.

Cao Zhengchun was already furious, but he reached out and grabbed the arrow.

Then he used his internal strength and flicked his backhand.

The sharp arrow flew backwards faster than the Tatar archer could shoot it.

Directly like a steel needle, it pierced the head of the archer who shot the cold arrow secretly.

After such a horrific scene, the Tatar soldiers knew that this was not someone to be trifled with.

A captain-like man shouted: "Fire arrows!!" Arrows rained down like rain.

If he were an ordinary person, he would probably be shot into a sieve.

However, who is Cao Zhengchun? He used his inner strength to form a circle in front of him. The steel swords shot towards him as if they were nailed to an iron plate, leaving no trace at all.

Tiangang Boy Kung Fu! !

Cao Zhengchun was furious, and the aura in his body surged, and the wind on his body turned blood red.

He rushed into the crowd of Tatar soldiers like a god of war.

It's like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep.

With one palm of his left hand, he unleashed internal energy like a mountain, crushing more than twenty Tatar soldiers into powder and blood mist.

A palm of his right hand unleashed internal energy, which was as violent as the waves.

The wind roared and the sky was filled with yellow sand.

Cao Zhengchun's figure is strong and his movements are swift, like a bolt of lightning traveling across the battlefield.

Cao Zhengchun's movements were swift and precise, and every wave of his palm was accompanied by the Tatar's screams and figure falling to the ground.

The palm wind was extremely sharp, and every wave of the palm carried the force of thunder, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth apart and kill the Tatars one by one.

Every time the palm light flashed, it was accompanied by the Tatar's screams and his body falling to the ground.

The Tatar's head was like a fragile watermelon under Cao Zhengchun's palm. Every time the wind blew from his palm, blood splattered everywhere.

The blood not only dyed Cao Zhengchun's battle clothes red, but also dyed the battlefield red.

Some Tatars were hit in the chest by a palm, bleeding profusely, and struggling in pain;

Some Tatars were hit in the head, and their brains were immediately split.

Cao Zhengchun's palms were wild and precise, reaping the lives of the Tatars like a god of death.

In less than a stick of incense, thousands of Tatar corpses were lying on the ground.

Some were split in half, with their internal organs exposed;
Some heads were smashed into pieces and brains were scattered everywhere.

The place was filled with the disgusting smell of blood and rancid smell.

Cao Zhengchun's eyes were only red with revenge.

Every time he waved his palm, he seemed to be venting his deep hatred for the Tatars.

Gradually the Tatars did not dare to come forward.

The Tatars once came arrogantly like an iron wall, arrogant and domineering, thinking that the defenders on this land were vulnerable to attack.

However, the appearance of Cao Zhengchun frightened the Tatars.

Every time Cao Zhengchun waved his palm, it was like the arrival of death, instantly defeating the Tatars' arrogance.

"Who is this person? Is this still a human being?"

"He is not a human being. Who is he?"

"I won't fight! I want to go back to the grassland!"

"I'll never come here again! I want to go back!"

"Ahhhhh... the punishment comes from the Changsheng Heaven!"

"Run!"

The Tatars exclaimed, their eyes full of shock and fear, and fled in all directions.

When Cao Zhengchun saw them escaping, it was even more difficult. His whole body was covered with blood mist, filled with murderous intent.

He rushed into the crowd of Tatars who had been killed long ago and only knew how to escape.

What followed was a killing spree.

These Tatars, who had been killed long ago and had no ability to resist, only knew how to escape. I can't afford any resistance.

Cao Zhengchun, as if he was in a deserted place, unleashed his surging inner power wantonly, killing all the Tatars and making them fall on their backs...

(End of this chapter)