With his spear drawn and his outstanding posture, he seemed to frighten the Tatars at the city gate.
He glanced around easily and smiled, his snow-white teeth looking like a monster that chooses people to devour.
Looking at the slaves hiding far outside the city, the smile was even bigger, but no matter how they looked, there was a strong murderous intention boiling.
Holding the gun and flattering him, the war horse immediately received the order and rushed forward obediently.
"kill!"
With a loud roar, a mouthful of white mist actually came out of his mouth to form a gun shadow, which was very strange.
The gun shadow was useless, but the strange phenomenon it caused was enough to make Wang Jian excited.
For a moment, the fighting spirit became more intense, and the fire in his chest was burning. If it was not vented, it would burn him to ashes.
Tatars are not easy to mess with. In such a harsh environment outside the customs, wildness is inevitable.
What's more, the panic Wang Jian brought to them before was illusory. Now think about it, the other party is just one person, can it be possible to change the world?
What they were really angry about was that a Nanman dared to break into their capital.
Who doesn't know that they were the only ones who plundered the Ming Dynasty, but when did the Nanbarbarians dare to take the initiative to provoke them?
Look at the so-called wars in the past, they have always won.
Playing with some generals of the Ming Dynasty on the idea of making a fortune together, and jointly harvesting the wealth of ordinary people.
The Tatars swept the land, and the Ming army plowed it again. They developed together and created a harmonious society.
A battle involving tens of thousands of people, with hundreds of casualties, is a great victory.
How beautiful and desirable.
But this ignorant southern barbarian actually dares to provoke us. He is trying to undermine social stability!
The large group of people immediately rushed towards Wang Jian. Because the time was short, only a few hundred people gathered, but these hundreds of people charged together, still giving the impression of a thousand troops.
Not to mention the Tatars' fighting prowess, this kind of momentum has really been cultivated.
Wang Jian grinned slightly, feeling extremely comfortable.
These are the NPCs he trained with, he just hopes they won't let him down and break through the shackles of his marksmanship.
Habitually, a hail of arrows hit Wang Jian.
However, this guy's reaction speed was too fast. He swung Zhang Er's spear at will and bounced away the arrows that shot him.
At a distance of a hundred meters, two rounds of arrow rain were useless, and a hand-to-hand exchange ensued.
As soon as he entered the crowd, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The spear screamed and blocked the enemy's attack. The spearhead swung and penetrated into the opponent's chest.
With a casual flick, the corpse hit the enemy in front. The enemy immediately spurted blood and was trampled into pulp by the horse's feet behind him.
Wang Jian didn't stop at all, and shot his gun through the air, smashing the head of another enemy.
This is just the beginning, less than a second.
Then he urged his war horse and got into the flock of sheep.
He danced his two-foot long spear like a poisonous snake, piercing through every life.
Behind him, the ground was soaked in blood, and there lay the corpses of warriors who would slaughter tens of millions of lives for a harmonious society.
More and more Tatars gathered around him. Wang Jian was covered in blood, but he was not tired. He danced his two-foot-long spear nimbly and fiercely every time.
The living warriors were slaughtered one after another. The Tatar Emperor Huang Taiji, who was standing on the top of the city, looked at the figures of the brutal killing with a ferocious face.
"The Southern Barbarians are so rampant, Hauge, gather your troops and must kill this beast as soon as possible!"
"My son, I obey!"
Hauge left with several generals. Huang Taiji looked at Wang Jian, who was still majestic, with strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes, even making his face look ferocious.
A southern barbarian actually came to the gate of the capital. What kind of thing is this?
If Wang Jian is not killed as soon as possible, where will the majesty of the entire Qing Dynasty lie?
I am afraid that the Eight Banners will have their thoughts wandering, and may even have concerns about his chief.
And those Han slaves are more likely to have some ideas, which are very detrimental to stability.
Most importantly, where is the majesty of his chieftain.
Dorgon and others are watching eagerly, and any mistakes or omissions may affect the stability of his throne.
So that guy must die, and anyone who disrupts peace must die.
Wang Jian didn't know that Huang Taiji was determined to kill him. In fact, he was the same and even wanted to see what the legendary Da Yu'er was like.
Unfortunately, in The Deer and Cauldron World, I don’t know if the Queen Mother played by Long Er is Da Yuer. The Queen Mother she hid in the ice cellar was quite beautiful, but there were too many things going on at the time and she was too lazy to think about it.
As for now, it depends on the situation.
A shot shot to the head, the horse continued to gallop with a neigh, and Wang Jian continued to swing his two-foot long spear with both arms vigorously and quickly.
So continuously, every shot takes away a fresh life.
When fighting on the battlefield, you really don't pay attention to marksmanship.
The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing, and dangers may arise at any time. If you use marksmanship, you will definitely have to kneel down.
Wang Jian is now using basic marksmanship, including point, thrust, stab, sweep, etc., all the most basic moves.
Various combinations of these moves become marksmanship, such as the Hundred Strikes of a Prairie Fire.
The already mastered basic marksmanship became more refined and direct under his interpretation. Every time he fired a gun, he would always take a life.
As time passed, more people were killed. When the gun was drawn again, there was a hint of bloody murder on it, which made people uncomfortable to breathe.
Those with weaker minds may even have blank minds and cannot help themselves.
The elite soldiers of the Qing Dynasty were like weak sheep under Wang Jian's gun. They fell into a pool of blood one by one, and the blood accumulated more and more, making people's hair stand on end.
In several wars with the Ming Dynasty, the Qing Dynasty never suffered such heavy losses.
Seeing Wang Jian, who was surrounded by a dense crowd but still strangled frantically, cold sweat broke out on Huang Taiji's forehead.
"Your Majesty, we might as well bombard them with artillery fire."
"Damn it, do you want the soldiers to be buried with you?"
"The Southern Barbarians are so powerful that they don't even feel tired. Our losses have been very heavy, thousands of lives. In this case, we might as well go straight to the point."
"This will cause dissatisfaction among the soldiers."
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe they will be happy."
There was a quarrel on the top of the city, but Wang Jian saw a group of people rushing from the front.
The leader was a burly and strong man, holding a mace in his hand and rushing towards him with great arrogance.
Wang Jian sneered and ignored it.
The surrounding Tatars were killing more and more, and there were obviously many more Han Chinese faces, but they all had rat tails on the backs of their heads.
He knew it must be the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, but he didn't know which one was Li Yongfang.
But it doesn't matter, as long as they are all killed when the time comes, it doesn't matter which one is the one.
It doesn't matter if he escapes. His betrayal has long been wanted by the government.
As long as he continues to kill, these so-called high-ranking officials and princes will definitely come to stop him.
If you chase them down yourself, it will affect the combat steps.
It's better to wait for them to come to your door. Maybe Li Yongfang has been killed by him beforehand.
He had never paid attention to the officials and nobles of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, let alone watched Qing palace dramas, so he had no way of distinguishing them.