Zhang Hong was furious and kept urging his men to attack one after another.
How could the soldiers of the scout battalion, who had gone through Zhao Muyun's devilish training methods, die of exhaustion?
Wang Tiezhu and others fought more and more bravely, their bodies covered in blood, like the devils from hell who came to claim lives.
It doesn't mean that we have to be as cruel and ruthless to the Dayin people as we are to the Tatars. These rebels may have been honest farmers not long ago.
But the moment they took up arms and joined the rebellion, they were no longer farmers and ordinary people, but rebels ready to plunder the countryside, seize resources and population, and kill people.
Zhao Muyun would never show any mercy.
Because once it comes to a life-and-death situation, if you sympathize with them, you would be cruel to yourself.
Zhao Muyun also saw the close combat capabilities of Wang Tiezhu and others.
Being able to block the enemy's ruthless attacks from these ragged rebels armed with sticks, kitchen knives, sickles and hoes meant that these people had already passed the hurdle in Zhao Muyun's mind.
Rebels kept falling, their bodies lying all over the ground, blood gushing out of the bloody holes on their bodies.
A rough calculation shows that at least more than 30 people died at the hands of Zhao Muyun and others.
Zhao Muyun and others were not as exhausted as Zhang Hong had expected, but became more and more courageous as the battle went on.
Who are these people from?
Zhang Hong was in despair at this moment.
"Brother, how about we retreat?" Some of his men were shaken and began to back down.
"Yeah! The other party is like a madman. There's no need for us to waste our energy."
"No, so many brothers have died. If we retreat, it will be a huge loss!"
Zhang Hong was like a gambler. Having lost so much, how could he give up so easily? "Go! Split up! Half of us will hold them back, and the other half will storm the village."
"I don't believe they can split themselves!"
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