Outside the West Gate, the fire in the enemy camp had gradually diminished until it was extinguished, and the heavens and the earth were plunged into darkness again. Jin Ming trampled out an ember in front of him with one foot, dragged several enemy corpses with his hands, stacked them together and sat under his buttocks, and then took out a small cylinder from a small pouch on his waist, stretched out his fingers and pulled the clasp on it out, and a large stream of water vapor shot out with a "poof".

If there is light, Jin Ming will recognize a few words on the tube, "X cow vitamin functional drink" may have a few words that I don't understand, anyway, Liu Yu only said when he sent this thing to them, if there is a gap during the battle, you might as well hurry up and drink a tube, saying that it can eliminate fatigue, really?

Jin Ming took off his mask, tilted his head and poured the small mouth into his mouth, and after a while, a stream of sweet, sour, astringent and fruity water swallowed down his throat, and it seemed to taste good. He didn't know if he couldn't solve it, but when he looked left and right, everyone was drinking like him, and a few anxious guys were choking and coughing.

The mace on the ground beside it had completely discolored, and there were some small pieces of stuff on it that I don't know what it was, and it was disgusting to smell. Jin Ming, who had been in battle for a long time, didn't care at all, staring ahead while drinking a drink, Liu Yu had already informed him of the news of the attack of the Tatar cavalry through the walkie-talkie,

Suddenly, a little red light flashed in the darkness in the distance, Jin Ming got up suddenly, lifted the stick on the ground casually, drank the water vapor in the cylinder in one go, threw his right hand forward hard, and the cylinder in his hand rolled into the distance. As he moved, the nearby sergeants stood up one by one, and they all threw out cylinders like him.

"The Tartar cavalry is coming, the rear army is lined up in turn, and the front army is ready to rush forward with a certain one." The brief orders were passed down one by one, and the more than 1,000 armored foot soldiers clenched the swords and axes in their hands, and the forbidden army behind them, after closing the formation, took out the large shield behind their backs and stood in front, while the end of the spear plunged into the dirt, and the crossbowmen took off the divine arm bow on their backs, put the tail at their feet, and struggled to install the crossbow arrows.

Not far from here, Qianhu Attari rode on horseback and sighed, according to the order of Dong Wenbing, who participated in the political affairs, he searched all the way through the west of the city as a pioneer, but after a long time, he found nothing, but was shot and killed two of his subordinates because he was too close to the city.

Most of the torches in the thousand-man team behind him were lost, and only a few people were still in possession, Attari was not a pity for these, even if there were torches, what could they do, not to mention the inconvenience of killing the enemy, the light could only shine closely, but it would become a clear target for the enemy in the darkness in the distance.

Because Guo Er's thousand-strong team was behind, he could safely turn in the direction of his camp, the sound of explosions and the light of the fire were gradually moving away, and the Song people were not here, so they must be chasing and killing at the tail, and this should have been their best way to destroy the enemy. Thinking of this, Attari turned his horse's head and began to turn his back to the city.

With a few strange whistles, the Mongol cavalry began to use their characteristic way to relay orders in the dark night, and the originally long two-column marching formation quickly turned into a horizontal formation, and after a rapid and scattered hoof, Attari's thousand-man squad had completed its turn.

"The Tartar cavalry is in the whole formation, about two hundred paces away."

"As they began to march, the horses quickened, and became a jog, about a hundred and fifty paces away."

"One hundred steps, eighty, seventy are already approaching you, finish speaking."

Squatting on the ground on one knee and half-kneeling, Jin Ming listened to the news from the walkie-talkie in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh at the wonder of this way of fighting. In the night, when it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, the enemy army on the opposite side was carefully probed from the strength to the movement, and all you had to do was to stay here and wait for the prey to collide, this was still in a hurry, if you were well prepared, maybe you didn't have to fight by yourself to end the battle.

Without allowing him to think about it, the sound of horses' hooves slamming on the ground in front of him was already clearly audible, Jin Ming stuffed the walkie-talkie into his waist, and the mace hit his hands horizontally, rubbing a trace of coldness from the metallic texture on his hands, and his body leaned forward slightly, forming a pounce.

The sound of hooves is getting closer and closer, the rhythm is very neat, Jin Ming silently counted the frequency of the horse's hooves falling in his heart, and did not reach the sprint Cheng dù, and was about to shout the order to attack, when he suddenly heard a strange sound not far ahead, and was slightly stunned, a healthy horse fell in front of him, and the body of the Tartar on the horse rose in the air, and he was still holding the rope tightly in his hand.

"Up!" Jin Ming let out a low roar from his throat, stepped on the Tartar who had just rolled and fell to the ground, his body rushed up, and the mace in his hand swept out with the sound of the whirring wind, knocking a galloping Tartar from his horse and flying backwards, blood spurting wildly from his mouth.

The heavily armored infantry soldiers who crouched in front of the formation rushed into the Tartars' horse team almost at the same time as Jin Ming launched, and the swords and axes flew up and down, and many Tartars were cut down by the sudden sword light without even seeing the appearance of the enemy, and the screams and screams of the men and horses came and went.

As a well-known hunter in the steppe, Attari had an unusually premonition of danger, and although the swarthy front seemed to be no different, he instinctively slowed down his running speed, and after a while, the cavalry near him suddenly became chaotic, as if they had stepped on something.

As the screams rang out, he didn't have to think about it to know that he was in an ambush, and Attari didn't have the will to rush forward, so the only way to retreat was to retreat. At the thought of it, he pulled the halter suddenly, and the hooves of the war horse under his crotch soared into the air, just avoiding a large knife, and the man with the knife turned sharply, and the face under the helmet was already close to Attari.

"Demons!" It was the only thought that rose in his mind, the big hollow eyes, the red and black face, the long fangs sticking out of his mouth, and the jaw that seemed to be dripping blood. Atari was so distraught that he clamped his legs hard, pressed his body tightly against the horse's back, turned the horse's head and ran desperately to and fro.

Thinking that the two swords that must be hit slashed into the air one after another, the foot soldier holding the hemp knife was stunned for a moment, and then he found that the Tartar had run away, and he looked around in frustration, in addition to being cut down in front of the foot soldiers, some Tartar cavalry rushed into the spear formation behind, and was hacked to death by the upright spear directly from the horse to the ground.

With a "snort", he pulled out a mace from the body of a tartar who was not yet dead, and the long steel thorns pierced many bloody holes in his body, which looked shocking. Except for some cavalry who scattered and fled, there was no enemy left around where Jin Ming was standing, and the battle ended quickly, and he didn't know how many enemy soldiers he had killed.

"Command be careful, the Tartar rear team is approaching." Li Shiyi's news came in time, and after hearing this, Jin Ming immediately ordered the whole team to retreat, until they were thirty paces away, still as they had started, and all the foot soldiers were half-crouching on the ground, waiting for the Tartars to approach.

The blue-faced fanged devil? Although he was not a famous warrior, he knew that Attari was by no means a cowardly person, and being able to be scared like this only showed that there was indeed something unusual in front of him.

Because he was in the rear team, the thousand-strong team under Guo Er's command still maintained the state of being fresh out of the camp, each cavalryman held a torch in his hand, looking at the approximate battlefield location pointed out by Attari, he thought for a while, and then made a gesture to disperse and surround.

After receiving his order, all the cavalry immediately began to disperse, and the whole formation became a loose semicircle, slowly advancing into the distance, Guo Er's stinging thought patted Attari on the shoulder, handed him the torch in his hand, and pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and followed behind the group.

Before he knew it, hundreds of people had gathered around Attari, but he didn't find that his flag bearer, the flag that symbolized honor, had been lost? Attari's mind turned from fear to anger, and he dismissed the idea of returning to the camp immediately, hoping that his colleagues in front of him would help him save some face.

It didn't take long for Guo Er's subordinates to find the corpses of horses and cavalry lying on the ground, without any hesitation, he immediately ordered an attack, countless torches were thrown forward, and the firelight illuminated not far away, only to see the corpses on the ground connected together, and some horses were still wailing helplessly.

The free-handed cavalrymen urged their horses to speed up, and at the same time opened their riding bows, and a rain of arrows shot farther into the darkness, but there was no scream after being shot as expected. The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and by the time Guo Er stabs Si Ce immediately came to the front, the place where the cavalry had gathered was nothing but corpses or corpses, but the Song people were gone.

With a "whoosh", a feathered arrow fell in front of Jin Ming's eyes and plunged into the dirt in front of him, dozens of paces away, the Tartar cavalry of the brigade gathered together, and the torches thrown on the ground were slowly extinguished.

Jin Ming stood up, the mace was already in his hand, he was waiting for this opportunity, and with his movements, one after another the foot soldiers stood up, and the long horizontal formation began to move forward, towards the Tartar in front of him.

"Turn on the lights, release the arrows!" Jin Ming shouted, stretched out his hand and slapped his head, and a shining white pillar of light shot out from the top of his helmet, illuminating the banner of the Tartar cavalry.

The foot soldiers behind him turned on the searchlights above their heads, and the crossbowmen at the back of the team raised their divine arm bows in their hands, pulled the trigger that had been wound, and the crossbow arrows flew into the air towards the Tartar figure illuminated by the light.

Guo Er, who was standing under the banner, was dizzy by the sudden white light, he instinctively stretched out his palm and tried to see the front clearly, but he couldn't open his eyes, and there was a dull sound of arrows entering his body around him, and the screams of his subordinates turning over and falling off their horses.

He was known for his bravery for the first time, but before he could turn his horse's head, the wind and the scream came to his face, and the scimitar in his hand swung out violently, with a crisp sound, the scimitar flew out of his hand, and his arm was also shocked unconscious.

"Suffer death!" A big man had already approached him, and the terrifying wind sounded again, and Guo Er, who had no action, finally saw his face clearly, Attari was not wrong, it was indeed the legendary demon!