Chapter 341

"0.3, don't rush, look..."

Old Song voiced his doubts directly.

Hearing this, everyone looked and indeed saw it was so, and suspicion rose in their hearts.

But someone voiced a different view, "What if that is where the Tatars passed?"

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see we are tracking the center of the valley? Since they left traces in the center, why would they walk on both sides to cover their tracks?"

"Right!"

One thing makes sense of all!

A layer of cold sweat appeared on everyone's backs.

Dai Shan and Manggultai, hiding behind rocks on both sides of the valley, saw the ranger squad standing at the tiger's mouth position of the valley entrance, not entering at all.

Moreover, a group of leaders were pointing and gesturing at both sides.

A layer of gloom rose in Dai Shan's heart.

"It seems we have been discovered!"

196, Blood Stains the White Mountain and Black Water!

"Since we are discovered, no need to hide. Manggultai, send the signal, we go!"

Dai Shan did not expect that among a ragtag group of rangers there were capable men.

They actually discovered their ambush.

But the arrow is on the bowstring and must be fired!

After all, the rangers are not the Great Ming army; there is no military discipline to speak of.

Upon learning of the ambush, they all became chaotic, completely unable to coordinate effectively together.

Dai Shan and Manggultai, seizing the opportunity, sent the signal.

Whoosh!

"Kill!"

"Kill the Khan dogs!"

"Kill them!"

From between the two sides of the valley, nearly a thousand Jurchen Tatars suddenly charged out.

Each one was like a madman!

The ranger squad was all startled.

"Loose arrows!"

"Loose arrows!"

Dai Shan, while charging, commanded the Eight Banners elite youths to loose arrows and shoot the rangers.

They had fought many battles; besides, they were naturally good at hunting, skilled in archery and horsemanship, with precise Archery skill.

In a short time, over a hundred rangers were shot dead.

The remaining ones were extremely panicked, unable to organize a counterattack.

After all, they were not a unified army under command, just a squad mixed of scattered soldiers and wanderers.

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Each had their own calculations in their hearts.

It was truly difficult to win against these crazy Jurchen Tatars.

A distance of several hundred steps took little time; both sides became entangled.

Now there was no need to consider escape or anything like that.

Nothing else.

The rangers had chivalry and bloodlust, and it was very strong!

Both sides drew swords and hacked, fighting fiercely.

Dai Shan and Manggultai, tall and experienced, with blood courage and experience, hacked down more than a dozen young rangers in succession.

Several squad leaders noticed this situation and quickly surrounded them.

Old Song also joined in, wielding a pitch-black, strange black knife of unknown material.

Altogether seven or eight leaders, all confident in their martial arts.

They surrounded Dai Shan and Manggultai.

Dai Shan and Manggultai also noticed something was wrong and quickly stood back-to-back, confronting Old Song and the others.

Manggultai, a man full of muscle, shouted loudly directly at them:

"Pah, Khan dogs! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one; I, your grandfather, will tear you apart alive!"

"Good, I'll fight you one-on-one!"

One ranger could not help but respond and even tried to charge forward.

Old Song went up and gave him a huge slap, stopping him.

"Did a donkey fart blow your brain? What rules are there to talk about with Tatars? We just want their heads for revenge and to split the silver! How we kill them matters not!"

"Exactly, we just need to slaughter them; what's this about one-on-one fights or showing off as heroes?"

"Everyone, charge together!"

The ranger who was stopped also came to his senses and, together with the others, lunged at the two men.

It must be said that the strength of both Manggultai and Dai Shan was quite formidable.

Facing the attack of several people, they both held them off.

He even had room to counterattack.

At this moment, Old Man Song made his move!

Old Man Song had carried a blood feud for decades, all of it brought upon him by the Tatars.

He had thought he would never have a chance to avenge it in this lifetime.

After all, the Tatars were simply too formidable — the Great Ming had not won against them in decades, only suffered defeat after defeat.

But who could have known that suddenly the Great Ming would turn the tide.

And shatter the proud spine of the Tatars completely.

Now they had even issued the "Kill-Hu Order."

Old Man Song immediately felt his chance for revenge had come.

Even if he died now, he would do so willingly.

Since entering Liaodong, the Tatars he had killed numbered no fewer than a dozen — that count had long since paid back the lives of his own kin.

He was the one who truly cast life and death aside!

Ding, bang!

One of the wandering knights, whose strength was no match for Manggūltai's, had his blade knocked flying and was kicked to the ground, unable to get back up.

Just as Manggūltai was about to go finish off this wandering knight.

Old Man Song stepped in front of the wandering knight, raised his strange black blade, and hacked straight down toward Manggūltai's forehead.

Manggūltai was startled and hurriedly dodged.

Yet a slash was still opened in the armor on his body.

"A sneak attack? Khan-slave, your grandfather will eat you alive!"

Manggūltai roared furiously, his bloody maw wide open.

Old Man Song, expressionless, raised his blade and kept hacking.

Old Man Song's strength was indeed no match for Manggūltai's, but he did not care about his life.

He was essentially fighting with a take-you-with-me style, struggling against him to the death.

Manggūltai, on the other hand, possessed great martial prowess yet was hampered at every turn, not daring to trade blows with him at all.

And so Old Man Song alone fought Manggūltai to quite a lively exchange.

Meanwhile, over at Daišan's side, besieged by seven or eight people, he was in disarray and had lost his earlier composure.

Although the situation here was developing in a favorable direction.

The other wandering knights fighting the Jurchen Tatars were not faring so smoothly.

The Tatars were ferocious, strong, and experienced; the wandering knights only had slightly better martial skill, but far less experience.