As soon as Zhao Muyun finished speaking, he flew like a bird into the forest, aimed at the Tartar closest to the cauldron, and killed him.
It seemed that the Tartar was not seriously poisoned. When he saw Zhao Muyun rushing towards him, he hurriedly drew his sword from his waist to block it.
But Zhao Muyun's triangular spear had already reached his chin. He raised his hand and stabbed it into his neck.
Before the Tartar could grab Zhao Muyun's hand, the triangular spear had already been pulled out by Zhao Muyun.
Mmm!
The Tartar fell down slowly in a semi-conscious state, holding his neck, and bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.
Zhao Muyun killed the enemy with one strike, and then ruthlessly attacked the other poisoned Tartar.
Lin Feng heard Zhao Muyun's signal and pushed Shi Gang against the edge of the tent.
Then he quickly walked to the slain Tartar, picked up the knife, and chopped at the other Tartars.
Although the Tartars' strong physique meant that the poison could not completely knock them down.
But one after another they began to experience breathing difficulties, and the more serious ones even had hallucinations.
Their situation seems to be better than Shi Gang's.
Even this poisoned state has greatly weakened their combat effectiveness.
Now killing them is as easy as killing chickens and sheep.
Zhao Muyun moved among these Tartars as gracefully as a startled swan, and the three-edged spear in his hand flew like a flying dragon.
Blood splattered everywhere, and every stab hit the vital points. In the blink of an eye, five more Tartar lives were taken.
Lin Feng was not to be outdone. He swung his scimitar left and right, knocking down three Tartars.
The remaining Tartar saw this and ran away, shouting: "Help! Someone is stealing..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Muyun caught up with him and stabbed his vest with the triangular spike.
His eyes widened, his legs stretched out, and he died.
Lin Feng held the bloody knife in his hand and saw that Zhao Muyun was so fierce, ruthless and decisive. His eyes were full of admiration and respect.
"Brother Lin Feng, quickly carry Brother Shi Gang to the river and force water into him until he vomits. Do you understand?" Zhao Muyun shouted at Lin Feng.
Given Shi Gang's current condition, there might be a glimmer of hope if he is given forced gastric lavage.
Lin Feng suddenly realized, dropped the knife, picked up Shi Gang and ran towards the river.
Zhao Muyun did not follow them. If they wanted to save people, Lin Feng alone was enough.
He wanted to send a signal to Huan Naxue, Han Zhong and others who were far away.
After kicking over the big pot, he threw the burning grass in the earthen stove into the pile of grass in the tent.
Thick smoke quickly rose up, looking very much like the wolf smoke from a beacon tower.
Behind a hillside a mile away, Huan Naxue, Han Zhong, Tang Yanhai and others had already arrived here and were lurking on the grass, waiting anxiously.
Especially Shi Yong, who was about to squeeze water out of the handle of the triangular spike in his hand.
"Look, Zhaotou gave the signal! It's our turn!"
When they saw the thick smoke rising from the Tatar camp, they all jumped up from the grass at the same time.
Han Zhong looked at everyone with sharp eyes and said loudly:
"Miss Huan, take one hundred of your tribesmen equipped with horses and kill any Tartars you see!"
"The other two hundred Wuhuan brothers, head straight for the Tartar stables and seize only the war horses. Whichever one you capture will be your mount!"
"Brothers at the Yanqingdun Beacon Tower, follow me and reunite with Zhao Tou!"
"You four, follow behind and only pick up weapons and equipment!"
"Does everyone understand?"
Shi Yong ran back and told Han Zhong and others about Zhao Muyun's combat arrangements, and asked Han Zhong to give the command.
As soon as you see smoke rising, the entire army will attack!
"clear!"
Everyone couldn't wait to rush out.
......
At this moment, on the other side of the Tatar garrison camp, at the city construction site.
Group after group of Dayin people with dull eyes and numb expressions were like the walking corpses.
Some were busy working, while others were just standing there in a daze.
Standing next to them was a ferocious-looking Tartar overseer holding a whip.
When the Tartar supervisor saw someone slacking off, he raised the whip in his hand and beat him mercilessly.
The dazed Dayin man's skin and flesh were torn apart immediately. He let out a shrill and hoarse scream and fell to the ground twitching.
The Dayin people around were obviously numb to the situation. They just looked at it indifferently and continued with their work.
They only had a small handful of black goo every day, which tasted worse than shit and was made of some unknown food.
It must be that King Zhelan will be able to capture more slaves from Dayin soon. The slave supervisors in front of him do not intend to feed many of these slaves, so they will not give up if one of them starves to death.
However, the rumbling sound of horse hooves shattered the oppressive silence.
The Tartar supervisor put down the whip in his hand and looked into the distance in confusion.
I saw a group of cavalrymen wearing leather armor approaching the garrison camp quickly.
Following behind these cavalrymen were hundreds of men in tattered clothes running madly!
Could it be that new slaves have been sent from above?
But that doesn't seem likely! How could cavalry run ahead and slaves chase after them?
Just as they were confused, the group of "Tartar" cavalry had already rushed into the garrison camp waving knives, and another group of men in tattered clothes like slaves rushed into the stable of the garrison camp.
What...what's going on? Are there foreign enemies attacking? Go tell Mahmud!
The supervisors woke up as if from a dream and ran to find their superiors.
When the Dayin people on the construction site saw that the Tartar supervisor had left, they stopped their work and gathered together to discuss what had happened.
now.
In the garrison camp, all the Tartars who drank the big pot of mutton soup fell to the ground one after another.
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