Lin Zhongzheng and the Ming army to fight as a group of Tartar cavalry, did not get off the horse as soon as the head of the horse ran out, off the horse also hurriedly ran to the nearest horse, but the two sides have been killed together, eagerly, how can it be said that the division can be separated, the Ming army seized the opportunity to take advantage of the situation to chase and kill. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The military horn of the Tartars, Yin Tianzheng and these people couldn't understand it, but they understood the reaction of these Mongols, it was a signal to retreat, and if there was a bargain, they would not take advantage of the bastards, how could they miss this kind of opportunity.

Yin Tianzheng shouted loudly: "Brothers who have cultivated above the first class come with me, and the others will attack in formation." ”

At the sound of an order, someone killed the Tartars around him one after another and gathered towards him, and more than 30 people gathered in an instant.

Yin Tianzheng laughed and said, "Let's go, kill the Tartars." He picked up the light gong and chased it to the north, and the more than 30 Ming brothers behind him chased after him.

The soldiers of the Flood Banner and the Houtu Banner, under the leadership of the deputy banner master, formed a phalanx and ran towards the north, many of them did not have enough cultivation, so this regular running method was more suitable for them.

The believers of the southeast branch formed a formation of their own and walked in tandem with the two banners.

Xiao Zhao and the three girls looked at each other, except for those who stayed to watch the horses and those who were seriously injured, they all left.

"How's it going?"

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and said: "Let's go, we will die together, what's the matter here." As he spoke, he picked up his light skills and rushed forward, and the speed was really not slow.

"Hey, wait for me." Xiao Zhao hurriedly shouted, but he didn't stop at his feet.

Zhu Jiuzhen was silent, bit his lower lip, and followed closely.

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To the southeast of the woods, eight miles away from the battlefield, on a low mountain peak thirty feet above the ground, there were more than a dozen people, one of whom was looking into the battlefield with a telescope.

Hearing the sound of the horn, the faces of these dozen or so people changed greatly, especially the person holding the telescope was as pale as the wall skin, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept rolling down from the clean forehead, and slowly put down the telescope, it was Zhao Min, the owner of Luliuzhuang.

Zhao Min's face was gloomy, he slowly turned around and walked down the mountain, there was no need to look any further, the result had already appeared, Wu Liupo couldn't hold back, and walked two steps and asked, "Master?" ”

Zhao Min didn't look back, made a gesture to stop, Wu Liupo didn't dare to ask, silently followed behind, looked behind Zhao Min, and saw that Zhao Min's shoulders were trembling slightly, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The group came down the mountain, rode the horse all the way to the east, no one could understand what kind of magnificent thinking and debate Zhao Min had in her heart, she just wanted to hurry up, faster, and must see her father as soon as possible, and tell him everything she saw.

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A thousand-person team was separated from Hadan Battell's side and entangled with Ruijin Qi, and another thousand-person team formed a sharp arrow and rushed towards Zhang Wuji's nine people.

"Immortal heaven, immortal heaven, are you going to abandon your people? Otherwise, how could such an anti-heavenly existence appear in the world? Is the floodgates of hell open? From the time of Genghis Khan to the present, the Mongols have conquered the world for more than 100 years, laid down a huge territory, and how many once glorious empires have become our grasslands, is all this about to end? Immortal heaven, immortal heaven, I don't understand, I really can't understand it. Hadanbaatle muttered to himself as he stared ahead at the mace- and spear-wielding figure, his eyes filled with endless despair.

"Give me the weapon." He said lightly.

"General, you?" The hearts of the soldiers around him were shocked.

"General, why don't we withdraw, it's still too late to leave, we still have at least 8,000 men." A pro-soldier cautiously persuaded.

"Give me my weapon." Hadanbatel still said lightly.

The soldier was helpless, so he took a giant scimitar from his back that was half longer than the scimitar in the soldier's hand and handed it to him.

Hadanbatel took the scimitar, rubbed the scimitar in his hand, and fell into memory. He was too old, this scimitar weighed sixty-two pounds, it was given to him by His Majesty the Emperor twenty years ago, and he couldn't remember the last time he used it on the battlefield, in short, it should have been a long time ago.

"General?"

A voice interrupted his memory, and when he looked up, he saw that the thousand-man team on top of it was also about to be exhausted.

With a soft "click", he pulled out his scimitar, and a penetrating metallic luster came into view, shining with golden brilliance under the setting sun, which was a little intoxicating.

The brush slashed to the right, and a personal soldier on the right was instantly split in half, "It's okay, you can still swing the knife, old man, it's time for us to hit the road." Hadanbatel looked at the scimitar and said affectionately. The pro-soldier who was chopped was the pro-soldier who told him to retreat just now.

Hadan Batel held the scimitar and pointed forward, and shouted loudly: "I, Hadan Batel, am the military chief of the Shaanxi Legion of the Mengyuan Empire, controlling the strength of Shaanxi, Ningxia, and Shanxi provinces, since I joined the army, I have not escaped, and I will not run away today, my heroic and invincible Mongolian disciples, stand behind me, use me as an arrow, and attack." Herald, blow the trumpet of attack. ”

After speaking, he drove his horse in the direction of Zhang Wuji's nine people, with a resolute expression.

The loud and exhilarating horn sounded, not at all commensurate with the cruelty of the scene, and the Mongol cavalry who heard the horn looked at the majestic old man, his eyes flashed with endless despair, and rode his horse after him.

Hardan Batel slowly gathered troops behind him, and as the pace of advancement, more and more people gathered behind him, and there were also those who ran towards Zhang Wuji's nine people from other directions.

Zhang Wuji once again waved his mace to sweep down a piece of Tartar cavalry, and his eyes suddenly opened up, it turned out that he had reached the end, and finally, there were no Tartars coming up again.

Although there are still a large number of Tartar cavalry on the left and right, these cavalry are subconsciously avoiding the outward and not daring to get close, killing until now, if these Tartar cavalry are not afraid, it is really strange.

At this moment, he heard the sound of a horn, and saw an old Tartar in full iron armor slowly running towards him with a long scimitar, and some gold plates on the armor, thinking that he should be a leader of the army.

The flow of people slowly gathered behind the old Tartar, and Zhang Wuji keenly noticed that the mood of the Tartar cavalry two feet away had changed.

The battle has been fought until now, and it has been fought like this, and the commander of the first army has personally gone into battle, what does it mean? Zhang Wuji's mind turned, and he immediately thought of it.