"In order to express the holy and pious heart, use that

The essence of the food with all the spices,

The juice of holy water with the smell of milk,

Dedicated to the wise Lord Genghis Khan and his allies.

Let the vigorous flame burn more and more fiercely,

Worship you with a splendid mountain of lights.

Let the vigorous flame burn more and more fiercely,

Worship you with a splendid mountain of lights.

With the fragrance of sandalwood, cypress leaves burning,

A strong and grand cigarette enshrines you

Lord Genghis Khan and your allies,

Feast on the pride of all our devotion,

Give us the divine power to quell a riot,

Give us the divine power to expel a disease,

Give us the power to put away needless strife,

Give us the power to receive immeasurable blessings,

Give us the power to increase our wisdom,

Give us the power to exert might."

With a "greeting" sung in secret language, a military shaman dressed in a robe and wearing a round hat dipped a few drops from a large bowl filled with mare's milk wine and dipped his fingers on the heads of Ah Shu and others who were prostrating on the ground, completing the last part of the prayer ceremony. Due to the urgency of the war, one qiē can only be simple, and everyone still hopes to be blessed by the immortal heaven and gain invincible strength.

"Yaratha!" Ah Shu stood up, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and raised it above his head, chanting in Mongolian, dozens of officers of more than 100 households and his own soldiers drew their swords together, and then stepped on their horses. Ah Shu glanced back, his gaze extended from the more than 2,000 cavalry behind him to the golden pole, then turned around and took his war spear from his own soldiers, and slowly instigated the horses.

His battle banner was even more black at night, painted with the head of a hound with a large mouth, the flag was passed down from his grandfather Subutai, who had followed him all the way west to the Rus, the Black Sea, and even Europa, and inserted the heads of many famous cities, which was the glory of the entire Uliangha clan.

The raccoon dog tail on the black silk was blown up and down by the river wind, and from time to time it swept over Ah Shu's shoulder, like a grandfather's hand that he clapped hard when he was happy. The road ahead was crowded out of space by the Song army pressed on three sides, and seeing this scene, Ah Shu had no choice but to accelerate and rush towards his subordinates.

From the beginning of the scolding to the angry scolding to the whipping, seeing the Song cavalry stepping on the crowd in an instant, Ah Shu raised his spear and hit the back of the horse with his tail, the war horse raised his hooves and rushed forward in pain, and the screams of the foot soldiers who were stepped on the horse were everywhere, he ignored it, and let out a beast-like roar in his mouth, and his eyes were staring at the figure of the Song general who was getting bigger and bigger.

In a short distance, both sides rode their horses with all their might, and the weapons in their hands were raised high, pointing at each other in the distance. A moment later, there was a crisp sound, and the spears collided in the air at high speed, and the men on both horses let out angry shouts at the same time, controlling the direction of the pointed ends with all their might, in order to stab the opponent in the vital point.

A heavy force came from the barrel of the gun, Jiang Cai's waist twisted down, his hand turned slightly, and the big gun hit a small spin grid to open the oncoming spear, but due to a burst of counterforce, his big gun was also swung a little, and the edged steel tip of the gun cut through the heavy armor under the opponent's ribs, making a tooth-aching friction sound.

The confrontation was so fast that neither side reacted, but only met two equally fierce eyes. With all his strength, Jiang Cai was slightly stunned, and the opponent's blow grazed the tiger head on his shoulder armor, and the splashed sparks bounced to his face, but he was unconscious.

As the two main generals clashed, the cavalry behind them had just flattened their spears, and the two opposing cavalry stepped on the bodies of the foot soldiers in the formation and collided rapidly. For a while, the dull sound of "bang" was endless, and the war horse that could not dodge was even knocked head-on, throwing off the cavalry on its back.

The small space made this battle fall into a fight for life from the beginning, and the only way to rush through it was to dismount the enemy on the opposite side, and those who fell from the horse basically could not avoid being trampled to death. The cavalry of the Song Army, with their heads bowed and their short bodies, and their red-eyed eyes were fully displayed in order to survive a few more moments in this flesh mill.

After the wrong horse, Jiang immediately fell into the enemy formation, the tip of the spear just pierced into the chest of the opposite cavalry, the barrel of the gun made of wood strips was bent into a bow shape under the effect of the head of the affection complex, he used both hands violently, and the barrel of the gun that seemed to be about to break bounced up, knocking the Tartar cavalry out of the horse and smashing it heavily on the cavalry behind.

Without retracting his momentum, the spear swept in an arc to the front of the other side, striking a Tartar cavalryman in the back, knocking him off his horse so hard that the scimitar in his hand fell weakly to the ground. The cavalry that followed him consciously dispersed, covering the flanks of their own commanders, and the formation slowly turned into an arrow-like shape.

There are many people at the bottom of the tartar, and there will always be places where he can't dodge, and if he is not careful, he will be hit hard, and the pain will stimulate his blood. With a sense of killing intent, Jiang Cai roared again and again, and the big gun in his hand swung sideways, flying wantonly in the Tartar cavalry formation, and one enemy after another fell under the horse.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, the original heavy overlapping figure disappeared in front of his eyes, and the heavy pressure passed away in an instant. It turned out that before he knew it, he had already killed the siege, and when he turned his head on his horse and glanced at it, he knew that the brothers behind him were already a little less than half.

The blood on the tip of the spear slid down the protruding edges, and the red tassels under the lingering knot were more vivid, and his body and face had already been dyed red, and the blood was Tartar or his own, he didn't know, how many injuries he had suffered, he didn't know.

It's a pleasure, it's a pleasure! Jiang Cai's heart was surging with blood, rushing to kill the enemy, invincible, a man was born in the world, and he wanted not to be at this moment. As soon as he raised his head again, the eye-catching golden pole had already come into view, and Jiang Cai's eyes swept contemptuously over the large group of foot soldiers gathered around him, and he looked up to the sky and let out a long smile.

"Brethren! Boyan is in front, a good head, waiting for us to get it, and I don't rush at this time. The laughter did not stop, Jiang Cai had already clamped the horse's belly, the war horse under the crotch neighed, the four hooves intersected, and the speed that had slowed down was added again, and the people, horses, and big guns instantly became one, and rushed forward like a dragon.

"Haozhou Jiang is here, where is Boyan Pifu, dare to fight!"

"Boyan Pifu, dare to fight!"

"Boyan Pifu, dare to fight!"

The Yu cavalry behind him followed Jiang Cai's loud voice, roaring in unison, urging the horse to move forward, but there were only hundreds of people, but they galloped like thousands of horses. The sound of hooves rumbled, the roar shook the sky, the foot soldiers in front of the battle changed color, the two forces trembled, and the swords and guns in their hands seemed to be unstable.

Boyan stared at the Song cavalry not far away, his face was like ashes, there were tens of thousands of soldiers around, there were only hundreds of people who came to ride, and he had experienced a bloody battle, but in this posture, how did he feel that he was the fish on the chopping board? Ah Shu couldn't stop it, and the foot soldiers in front of him were very crowded.

"Take the handsome man and go, I'll break the queen!" The tall commander shouted, and several pro-soldiers immediately set up Boyan, and he couldn't help but say, and led him to retreat to the back, stumbling, Boyan struggled to raise his finger to the big pole, but he couldn't make a note in his mouth.

The commander of the guards looked into his eyes and immediately understood what he meant, but in the end he slowly shook his head, and then turned around and faced the Song cavalry that was rushing towards him. Without the goal of Da Shu, how could this group of ruthless people give up, the commander's eyes looked into the distance, Ashu's cavalry was turning, but, is it still too late?

"Turn your head, turn your head back!" Ah Shu roared and beat the war horse, narrowly avoiding the cavalry that rushed over, there was no room for a large turn, hearing his order, the cavalry fiercely strangled the rope, and the war horse under the crotch jumped up on the spot, more than a thousand people crashed into a pile, and the scene was even more chaotic.

Facing the arrows flying through the air, in a few breaths, Jiang Cai had already rushed into the infantry formation, and the huge kinetic energy was too late to shoot the second arrow The crossbowmen flew alive. With a low shout, the big gun in his hand danced again, and he suddenly felt that his left hand was a little inflexible, and his eyes slanted downward, only to realize that he had been hit by an arrow in his shoulder.

The big gun was handed over to the other hand, Jiang Cai broke the arrow shaft, and stabbed the arrow shaft without an arrow to the horse with his backhand, and the healthy horse exerted his strength again and rushed hard. Between a few ups and downs, the long-missed pole was already close to the horse, Jiang Cai pulled out the saber on his waist with his bare hands, and split it sideways according to the flagpole.

The "bell" sounded heavily, and Jiang found that his knife was slashed with a scimitar used by Tartars. With the momentum of the horse, Jiang Li took advantage of the momentum and plunged the remaining half of the blade into the chest of the guard commander, but the corpse hugged his arm and dragged his horse to a halt.

Jiang Cai jumped off the horse, shook off the dead man hard, and couldn't find a suitable knife in his eagerness, seeing that the foot soldiers around him were about to surround him, he stuck the big gun in his hand on the ground, rushed forward, leaned down and grabbed the flagpole, his legs were steady, his waist sank, and he roared, and the big flag was pulled out of the soil by him.

With a crisp "click", Jiang Cai smashed the flagpole into two on his knee, holding a half-pole flag decorated with a golden wolf's head and laughing, treating those foot soldiers as if they were nothing. The cavalry that followed was demoralized and scattered the foot soldiers in front of them.

"Brethren, do you still have strength? Let's rush out together. Jiang Cai put the scarred war horse on his crotch, threw half of the big flag to his standard-bearer, and pointed at the Tatar cavalry who rushed in the distance with the big gun and said with a smile.

"Dare not to die!" Everyone responded in unison, turned their horses' heads and went up to meet them.