Chapter Eighty-Seven: Killing Khan III

Tan Ke sat on top of his war horse and pulled the reins of his mount from his crotch. He could have flown over and kill MΓΆnggo, but he suddenly decided not to. He wants to kill as many Mongolian soldiers as possible in a more conventional way, and he wants to make this army, which is known as invincible in the world, remember himself for the rest of his life! Let them tremble when they think of their own figure!

Meng Ge in the rear wiped the cold sweat from his head and roared loudly: "Mongolian warriors! Give it to me! Kill him, reward the captain! ”

The flags of the Mongol divisions waved forward fiercely, and the Mongol cavalry, all of them, howled when they heard the reward of the commander.

Shi Tianze's soldiers from the Han Army Department on the side also wanted to rush up, but they were strictly ordered by Shi Tianze to stop. Shi Tianze's entourage looked at the general who stopped him from stepping forward with a puzzled expression.

"Don't be in a hurry, just stay where you are and see what happens." Shi Tianze looked solemnly at the lonely shadow that seemed to be standing in the stormy waves. Although there is an idea that is ridiculous, Shi Tianze's hunch over the years has unmistakably told him that in this battle, Great Mongolia may lose!

Tan Ke saw the Mongol cavalry dispatching, his face turned pale, and he also rode his horse to charge towards the Mongol cavalry.

The Song army at the head of the city saw the spectacular scene of this horse against ten thousand horses, and their eyes were red.

"Domination! Let's get started! You can't let the Sword Immortal fight alone! ”

"Let's get started! Control! The sword fairy will be exhausted to death! ”

"All are under control, although I don't have the immortal method of a sword immortal, but I am also a man with eggs! I don't want to shrink my head and be a turtle! ”

The sons and daughters under his command were excited, and Sun Yan was also enthusiastic about his brain. But he led his troops out of the city, and the Sword Gate Pass was still guarded?

"Sun Dutong, let's open the city!" An unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared in Sun Yan's ears. Sun Yan was stunned to find that a person dressed as a scholar appeared next to him at some point, and there was a girl with an aggrieved look and a bright face beside him.

"You are?" Sun Yan looked at the strange two with a wary expression.

The scholar arched his hand, "Below is Bai Pu's master, Ram Yu, who is in Sun Dutong's military camp these days, Sun Dutong is busy, and it is normal not to know the news below." ”

As soon as he heard the ram feather, Sun Yan instantly sobered up. This、Isn't this the world's best martial arts master? A feather in the sky, the name of the eternal clouds, how many people don't know?

"It's just, it's just that this sword gate is closed......" Sun Yan was still unstable.

"Sun Dutong, there are so many dangers in this Great Song Dynasty, are there even fewer that have been captured by the Mongols? You have also seen the role of Mr. Chen, with him, does the Great Song Dynasty still need a dangerous pass to defend the rest of the country? I think, as long as Mr. Chen is here, don't say that we lose the Sword Gate, or we lose Lin'an, we can also get it back one by one! ”

Ram Yu's words moved Sun Yan at once, and he nodded emphatically, "That's right, this Great Song can do without the Sword Gate, but this Great Song can't do without the Sword Immortal!" Sun Yan slapped the battlements heavily, "Gather the generals, let's open the city and send troops immediately!" ”

With the order to go out of the city to fight, and the officers reached the ears of every Song army, there were bursts of cheers from inside the Sword Gate Pass! The Sword Immortal dragged down the Mongolian army of tens of thousands with the strength of one person, so with the addition of their new force, they would definitely be able to kill more Mongolians!

Tan Ke's situation on the battlefield was far less critical than Sun Yan imagined, on the contrary, Tan Ke, who used all his mental power to strengthen his whole body and the defense of the war horse under his crotch, was galloping on the battlefield like a tank at this time.

Tan Ke drove his war horse through the Mongol brigade like the wind, and his flickering sword rose and fell. Under the tremendous dynamic effect brought by the high speed, the leather armor on the body of the Mongolian cavalry was lightly cut like a thin layer of paper. The Mongol soldiers who were swept by Tan Ke didn't even see Tan Ke's face clearly, only felt a flash of swords in front of him, and then lost consciousness.

The Mongolian soldiers in the back were stimulated by the reward of the captain, and they were still going forward one after another. As far as Tan Ke's eyes could see, there was a dense mass of peaked helmets, and behind him, countless mutilated corpses were quickly overwhelmed by the military boots of their former colleagues.

Meng Ge couldn't help frowning when he saw so many Mongolian soldiers surrounding Tan Ke, and there was nothing he could do with Tan Ke, "What's the matter, why are the athletes of my Great Mongolian Kingdom so useless?" With so many people going up, didn't they even slash the demon with a single sword? Why is that demon still so alive? ”

As he spoke, Tan Ke casually cut in two more Mongol soldiers who had pounced on him and tried to drag him off his horse. Tan Ke was between advancing and retreating at this time, and naturally manipulated the war horse under his crotch to take three or three steps, and the mirror mind was also running at full strength at this moment, so no matter how those Mongolian soldiers gritted their teeth, this person and horse were surrounded by the army, and they just couldn't slip their hands. Occasionally, a lucky soldier was able to pounce on it, but it was like a wave crashing against a reef, and it was smashed!

Standing beside Meng Ge, Uliang Hatai said anxiously: "Not good! Sweat! The Song people are out of customs! Do you want to send a team of soldiers and horses to grab the level? ”

Meng Ge closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, and slowly shook his head, "No need! Whether this sword gate is closed or not is not so important. But this demon must die here today. Otherwise, in the future, there will be no peace in our great Mongolia! Decree all departments, today is to use human lives, and I will also tire that demon to death here! ”

Meng Ge followed the gaze of Wuliang Hatai and looked at the front of the Sword Gate, and the morale of the Song army out of the city was high, and the army was in strict formation. A part of the Mongol army had already turned around, and there was a rain of arrows at the Song army out of the city, and countless people in the Song army fell to the ground with arrows. But this time, the Song army did not collapse as lightly as before, but with swords and guns, they looked at death as if they were at home, and drove towards the Mongol army with indomitable spirits.

"General! The Great Khan has ordered, and we will come forward to help in the war! ”

Shi Tianze didn't pay attention to what his entourage said to him, but just looked at this strong Song army that he had never seen since he went south.

"Is this still the Song army that is about to collapse at the touch of a button?" Shi Tianze muttered to himself in a low voice, and then commanded the Han army under his command to move forward to meet the battle.

"Don't fight too hard with Song Jun later, just shoot with them from afar! If the situation is not good, listen to my orders and be ready to retreat at any time! Just as the herald was about to go down to deliver the order, Shi Tianze dragged the herald back again, biting his ear and commanding.

On Tan Ke's side, the Mongol army is approaching Tan Ke at any cost. Spears poked up, killed by the bullets that ricocheted off Tanke's high-speed transparent armor.

In front of Tan Ke, a Mongolian cavalryman with a huge shield and wielding a giant hammer rushed towards him, Tan Ke had already killed himself, grabbed the spear of a Mongolian soldier and stabbed the giant man and his horse to the ground. The giant man fell with nearly a ton of weight with his armor and war horse, and smashed into a few unlucky Mongolian soldiers around him, and for a while, the terrible Mongolian curses came and went.