Wu Keshan was so angry that his teeth were itching. These guys’ knives were really good. How could they have such good equipment?

Zhang Chun wasn't surprised at all. They were the emperor's personal guards, the emperor's personal guards. Any good equipment the Ming Dynasty had was in their possession.

Although the swords and guns of the armies in various places are also very good, they are still far inferior to the emperor's personal army. Whether in terms of quality or hardness, they are incomparable.

Zhang Chun was very confident in the knife in his hand. He snorted coldly and said, "You should surrender quickly, otherwise you won't be so lucky next time. If this hurts you, it will be bad."

If they didn't want to capture him alive, who would bother talking to this Mongolian idiot? Just let someone shoot him with an arrow.

Wu Keshan gritted his teeth, stood up and said, "Kill me if you dare! I will never fall into your hands!"

In Wu Keshan's opinion, there would be no good ending if he fell into the hands of that playboy, so it would be better to fight to the death here.

"elder brother!"

Suddenly, a little girl's voice came from behind him, and Wu Keshan's face instantly turned ugly.

He quickly turned his head and saw that Bater had been caught, or rather, dragged up.

At this time, Bater was covered in wounds and had several arrows stuck in his body. He was dragged up in such a miserable state.

As for her younger sister, Bumbutai, she was also brought up, her once clean skirt stained with dust and blood. It was obvious that they had been caught.

Seeing this scene, Wu Keshan was furious, "Bumbutai, are you injured anywhere?!"

Bumbutai shook her head and looked at the half-dead Bater with some worry.

Zhang Chun frowned, glanced at his men, and said unhappily, "Why can't you change your rough hands and feet? This is too cruel, isn't it? Is he dead?"

The subordinate quickly said respectfully: "Don't worry, sir, he is not dead yet. He was not shot in the vitals."

"Take him away to heal his wounds." Zhang Chun said with some impatience.

These men were too reckless. Although Zhang Chun was not afraid of killing people, he still had to keep such a prominent prisoner alive to be rewarded.

Zhang Chun's eyes fell on the little girl. He smiled what he thought was a brilliant smile and said as gently as possible, "Hello, young lady."