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Chapter 3 Jurchen

"Hailizhen, it seems that we are going to make a small fortune today. Look there, hehe, I have been chasing for several months, but the big insect was dealt with by those Han people."

"The Han people are so powerful that they can deal with the big worm. But I don't understand what you said. What does this Han people have to do with us when they beat the big worm?"

"You idiot, look at those four people, three boys, and one monk. If we go over and grab it?"

"But if the generals of the Ming Dynasty knew about it, then the master would not be able to spare us."

"You are still stupid. How could the generals of the Ming Dynasty know that the dead will not tell the matter."

"Well, you're right. It turns out that you have made this idea. You're just finished it. Why have you taken so many turns?"

In the forest a hundred meters away from Wei Gang and others, seven or eight hunters were pointing at Wei Gang and the other ones. They were on the hillside, but Wei Gang and the other four were now at the bottom of the valley.

These people pointed at Wei Gang and others on the hillside. The three boys didn't notice it, but Wei Gang felt it. A special agent who had been training for many years and had been wandering on the line of life and death for many years, still had this feeling. The wind was not very strong at this time, and Wei Gang could even vaguely hear the sound on the hillside.

"Hey, monk, why don't you leave? We have to hurry back to the fort and get rid of this big worm, otherwise it will be difficult to peel off the skin by then." The leopard felt that the person behind him stopped and said in confusion.

"Tiger, I found that someone was eyeing us. It seems that this tiger is a good thing, and many people are thinking about it."

Because Hu Zi was older than the big bear and the leopard, he could naturally hear what Wei Gang said, so he alertly put down the wooden pole carrying it on his shoulders, and then looked around alertly.

After a while, seven or eight people ran down the hillside on the right. Some of them were holding swords, while others were holding bows and arrows. They all had their eyebrows and eyes, wore vests and had a whip behind their heads.

"Juchen Tartars, master, it seems that we are in trouble. I really didn't expect that these Tartars would dare to come and cause trouble because they were so close to our fort." Hu Zi naturally felt that the monk was unlucky with them, because he had already seen that those Jurchens came for their tiger.

"Listen to me, I'll let you lie down when the time comes, and you lie down if you don't want to die." Wei Gang said this strangely, which surprised the three boys, including Hu Zi. Could it be that this monk would still fight with these Jurchen barbarians? This is not possible. The eight people on the other side are twice as good as those on his side. At that time, they will really fight, and they are all children on their side, so they will not be their opponents.

After a while, the eight Jurchens arrived twenty steps away and stopped. The leader called Hulihai came up first and said to Wei Gang and the other four casually: "Hey, listen, the tiger on your shoulders was something we followed a few days ago. Now I didn't expect it to be cheaper. I will show you a clear way and put down the tiger." Huli really spoke a clear Liaodong Han dialect.

At this time, the three and a half-old boys naturally wanted to see Wei Gang's eyes. After all, the tiger was killed by Wei Gang, so they all turned their attention to Wei Gang.

Seeing that these three boys were about to follow their leader, Wei Gang nodded and left the tiger placed on the ground. Li Hu and the other two followed Wei Gang behind.

Haili naturally thought that these half-aged men were afraid of them, so he happily put down the bow and arrow that had been pulled tightly just now, and was about to move forward with a smile on his face.

"Hailizhen, kill these boys first!" This sentence is really said in Jurchen, so I was afraid that the other party would hear what it means.

Hai Lizhen then remembered what Hu Lizhen told him on the hillside just now, so he quickly pulled the bow and arrow again.

After Hulizhen finished speaking, he pulled up the bow and arrow in his hand and pointed it at Wei Gang and the others. There were six people behind him, but the ones with bow and arrow were the sea and Hulizhen. The six people were holding long swords, and some were holding long wooden poles with iron spear heads.

However, Haili Zhen and Huli were still much slower. Just when Haili Zhen was about to pull the arrow again, he heard two crisp sounds. Before Haili Zhen could figure out what was going on, he felt like his chest was hit by a big hammer, and his body flew backwards. Then he lost consciousness. Huli Zhen was even worse than him, and his head was blown out directly, and the red and white spurted out directly, spraying on the entourage behind him.

Wei Gang was a secret agent and had long judged the other party's eyes and thoughts. He played this trick in front of him. In fact, he had just signaled that Li Hu and the other three were hiding behind him, and that he wanted to deal with these eight people.

Although there were eight people on the other side, in Wei Gang's eyes, they were no different from dead people. At this time, the two 54 styles in Wei Gang's hand began to show their power continuously, and the gunshots rang out continuously. The Jurchen warriors who were stunned by the sudden crisp sound just now followed Wei Gang's gun and rushed to the ground. Of course, they were not proactive, but were knocked down. The distance of twenty steps was only thirteen or fourteen meters. For Wei Gang, the pistol could be said to have been hit every time, and almost all the guns and headshots were shot.

At this time, Wei Gang really had the smell of Little Ma Ge. It was a pity that he was carrying a backpack behind him and his head was shiny. Li Hu and the other two behind him were even more shocked by the musket in his hand that could shoot continuously.

If you count it carefully, Wei Gang dealt with the eight people on the opposite side in less than twenty seconds. When he turned around, he found that the three and a half-year-old boys looked at him differently. If the boys who killed the tiger just now were respectful to him, they would almost look up to him now. Wei Gang was probably no different from a god in their minds at this time. The children of the Northland military households had long seen life and death, and they were not uncomfortable with the death of the Jurchens. Instead, they were surprised and amazed by Wei Gang's easy killing of the eight Jurchen warriors.

"Master, are you using a musket or a magic weapon?" Li Hu was stunned for a long time and suddenly asked this question.

"Haha, silly boy, of course it's not a magic weapon, but a musket. It's just made by my hometown. OK, don't stand there, clean up, I guess there's no one else, let's go home quickly."

"Oh, yes, go home quickly."

So, after searching the Jurchens, they threw their bodies into the woods, and then the four of them carried the tiger and Jurchens' things and walked quickly towards the Gushan New Castle.
Chapter completed!
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