"Woman? Village Chief! You have been bachelor for a long time. You can hear everything that looks like a woman's voice!" As soon as Zhong Lin said that, he saw Qiu Laohu's face darkening and immediately shut up with tactfulness.

Qiu Laohu wanted to listen to the movement inside again, but suddenly a noise came from outside the ancestral hall, and a scream spread throughout Erlong Castle.

"Not good! Go quickly!" Qiu Laohu grabbed Zhong Lin and turned around and was about to leave. There was a movement in advance, and someone must have been discovered by the Tatars.

Just as the screams were heard, a raging fire ignited in many places in Erlong Castle. Qiu Laohu took two steps, and a woman's scream suddenly came from the room behind him.

This time, not only Qiu Laohu heard it clearly, but even Zhong Lin could hear it clearly. Then there were the Tatars' shouts, mixed with the women's cry and crying.

Qiu Laohu pushed Zhong Lin and said, "Go and meet with others quickly, I'll come!"

After saying that, Qiu Laohu ignored Zhong Lin, took off the steel crossbow on his back and put on an arrow and walked to the door. Before he could kick the door, someone opened the door from inside.

A Tatar man in leather armor looked at Qiu Laohu in astonishment. Qiu Laohu pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The arrow was nailed to the Tatars' chest in the blink of an eye, but the distance between the two sides was too close, and the arrow's power had not reached its maximum. Although it shot through the Tatars' leather armor, it did not take his life.

The Tatar screamed and fell into the room on his back. Qiu Laohu quickly threw away the steel crossbow, pulled out the steel knife and followed, and wanted to defeat the other party.

But his one-legged foot was not as flexible as the Tatars. As soon as he stepped into the house, the Tatars had already climbed up from the ground and slashed at Qiu Laohu.

Qiu Laohu was not afraid at all. He swung the Tatars' attack and slashed the opponent's shoulder with a backhand. Blood splattered, and the Tatars screamed and fell to the ground, and hurriedly retreated to the inner room.

Just as they were fighting, four Tatars standing guard outside the door rushed into the yard. Zhong Lin had already run to the courtyard wall, and saw the four people paused, turned around and ran back.

He knew that Qiu Laohu was powerful, but he was definitely not the opponent of four or five Tatars. If these Tatars were allowed to siege Qiu Laohu, Qiu Laohu would be dead.

Zhong Lin never thought that he could fight against four. His target was three powder kegs at the door of the room. He quickly ran to the powder keg, kicked down one, and rolled towards the four people rushing towards him.

The four of them didn't see clearly what was coming and rolled over. The leader waved his knife and slashed it. "Crack!" The wooden barrel cracked and gunpowder spread all over the floor.

At this moment, Zhong Lin threw out the fire note in his hand. The scarlet fire head rolled in the air and landed near the powder barrel.

The light sound of "bang!" came, and the powder barrel instantly turned into a big fireball, swallowing two nearby Tatars in.

Screams rang out over the ancestral hall, and the two Tatars fell to the ground in a fire. Seeing a bucket of gunpowder that only two enemies were knocked down, Zhong Lin kicked out a gunpowder barrel again.

This time the Tatars learned to be smart, and they bypassed the powder barrel from afar and rushed towards Zhong Lin. Zhong Lin cursed inwardly, picked up the remaining powder barrel and retreated into the house.

"Village Chief! The Tatars are here. Have you been fine? If you don't leave, you will really leave..." Zhong Lin said halfway and swallowed it back into his stomach.

In the room, Qiu Laohu was confronting the Tatars, but the Tatars were holding a woman wearing jewelry and wearing clothes.

The woman is not very old, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, but there are countless bruises and whips on her face.

The neck was tightly strangled by the Tatars, and he reached out his hand weakly to Qiu Laohu, and squeezed out with difficulty: "Save me! Save me!" Several vague words.

Qiu Laohu's hand holding the knife was trembling a little. He never wanted to kill anyone like this moment. He wanted to step forward immediately and dismember the Tatars' corpse.

"Let her go! I can let you leave!" Qiu Laohu shouted in a deep voice.

"Let me leave? Hangou! You are dead! No matter who you are, you will be dead! No matter who you are, you will be dead!

I'm going to knock you into the bag and trample on your war horses until you become meat sauce!" Tumu shouted wildly, but there was no relaxation in his hands.

Zhong Lin was very anxious. If they continued to stalemate, they would really not be able to get out. In desperation, they threw the gunpowder barrel in their hands at Tumu and shouted: "Blow you to death!"

Tumu is not a rustic herder who has never seen the world. He is very aware of the power of these powder kegs, and subconsciously lets go of the woman and turns around and runs away.

Qiu Laohu seized the opportunity and rushed forward, stabbing Tumu directly with a steel knife in his hand. Tumu only realized the moment he turned around. Ruoming really lit the powder barrel, and no one in the room could survive. Moreover, the Han man did not use fire notes, so...

But he was over awakening. Qiu Laohu's steel knife pierced from Tumu's waist and Tumu screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

The Tatars who had already rushed to the door outside the house heard the leader's scream and couldn't wait to jump in. Zhong Lin stabbed the spear with his gun. The Tatars swung their swords to hold the spear, and the other person came up with a fierce knife.

Zhong Lin had no choice but to throw his guns and retreat one after another. The Tatars were not willing to let Zhong Lin go, and they chased after him in a few steps and slashed them hard.

At the critical moment, Zhong Lin heard Qiu Laohu's voice in his ears: "Squat down!"

Subconsciously, Zhong Lin squatted down with his head in his arms. Qiu Laohu behind him blocked the Tatars with a knife, reached out to pull Zhong Lin's shoulder, and pulled him behind him.

Zhong Lin rolled around and sat on the ground and gasped. In just a blink of an eye, he experienced several life and deaths.

If it weren't for Qiu Laohu, he would have been cut into meat sauce by the Tatars. He calmed down his heart that was about to jump out before looking up.

Qiu Laohu fought against two, and waved the steel knife in his hand and roared repeatedly. But after all, he only had one single leg and his movements remained unchanged. Although he blocked the Tatars, there were several wounds on his body.

Zhong Lin couldn't help but get up. If this continues, Qiu Laohu will be defeated without a stick of incense, and he will definitely be unable to escape the pursuit of the Tatars.

How to help the village chief?

Sweat was seeping from Zhong Lin's forehead, and his eyes unconsciously searched in the house. When he saw the crossbow arrows inserted into Tumu's chest, his eyes lit up.

He crawled over with his hands and feet, grabbed the crossbow arrow and pulled it out with force. Tumu screamed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and stared at Zhong Lin with resentment.

Zhong Lin had no time to care about Tu Mu's life and death, so he opened the window and jumped out.

"Damn Han Dog! I won't let you go! The warriors of my tribe are all outside. When they come in, you will all die!

They are all going to die!" Tumu roared unwillingly, but did not notice the woman huddled in the corner of the wall. The woman pulled out the silver hairpin from her head.

"Ah..." A shrill scream rang in the room. Zhong Lin, who jumped out of the window, unconsciously stepped up the chrysanthemum.
Chapter completed!