"It seems that Battle's persuasion failed~"

Liu Jin's side, Wang Shouren looked at the grassland army that had raised his scimitar and said to Liu Jin beside him.

"It's better to fail, don't kill them, they won't be obedient."

Liu Jin looked indifferent, then thought for a while and said: "Wait until you kill almost the other, call them to surrender, if they are willing to surrender, let's give them a way out." ”

"Killing is not an end, and in Battle's words, a lot of them are just children."

"Hmm~"

Wang Shouren nodded solemnly, then took out the sword in his hand and waved the long sword.

"Kill~"

Wang Shouren took the lead and killed the grassland army like a gust of wind.

As Wang Shouren rushed out, the five thousand elite horsemen who had already been prepared also rushed up like a tide, and the sabers in their hands were raised one after another, shining dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Knock~Knock~"

The horses of both sides galloped on the open grassland, and the earth roared as if it were shaking.

"Ga~"

In the sky, vultures and eagles were constantly chirping and circling, gathering more and more, as if singing a prelude to the undead.

"Alas~"

Batel, Hadan, and Huhe stood on a high slope on horseback, watching the two mighty armies in front of them press towards each other like two huge dark clouds.

What is about to appear is the sword light and sword shadow, and it is the bloody rain.

A long sigh.

"Huh~"

In addition to being good at horseback riding, the steppe people are also best at bows and arrows.

When the distance between the two sides was very close, the steppe people bent their bows and shot arrows, and for a while the arrows rained down.

"Bump~"

However, most of these arrows had no effect on armoured cavalry, except for a few that were useful on horses.

The armor has been rigorously tested to withstand most bows and arrows, and even if it does, the remaining power is not enough to do much damage.

"This?"

When Suo Tu saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and it wasn't until now that he could see clearly that these Ming cavalry were all cavalry wearing armor.

It's too extravagant~

He didn't expect that the five thousand cavalry were all wearing armor.

However, before he could think for long, the two armies collided like two tides.

In an instant, blood splattered, and countless figures fell from their horses.

The cyan grassland was stained red with blood, and it quickly faded away, which was very eye-catching.

"Huh~"

Wang Shouren was wearing armor, the long sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and the whole person was like a sharp blade, and everywhere he passed, the grassland army was like a cut cloth.

There was no one who was Wang Shouren's enemy at all, and the long sword passed, and one after another figures fell.

Behind Wang Shouren, the same is true of the figures.

The sabers produced by the Miyun Iron Works are light and sharp, and they are most suitable for cavalry riding and slashing.

It's like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and it's like the wind sweeping the clouds, destroying the withering and decaying.

It was just a wave of impact, and the army of the steppe people was instantly shattered.

The same slashing, the steppe man's scimitar fell on the armor, just leaving a mark on it, but it was difficult to cause any substantial damage.

But the saber of the Ming army is extremely sharp.

Even if it only relies on the impact of the war horse, blood flows everywhere the saber passes.

The gap between those with armor and those without armor is simply too great.

Even if the steppe people are born warriors, they are born to be a nation on horseback.

But in the face of the Ming army, which was armed to the teeth, they still had no way.

"This can't be~"

Sotu wiped the blood from his face and turned his direction to look at the battlefield where the battle had just begun.

The horses kept roaring in a low voice in front of their masters, as if they were telling their masters to stand up again.

The empty steppe was littered with the corpses of steppe people.

The corpses of the Ming army were very few, and even some Ming soldiers who fell to the ground could be seen standing up scolding, and then found a horse next to it and galloped on the grassland again.

"It's over~"

Battle couldn't help but close his eyes.

The confrontation just now was really tragic.

He saw it clearly.

The bow and arrows and scimitars that the steppe people were proud of fell on the body of the Ming army, and they had no effect at all.

However, when the saber of the Ming army fell on the body of the steppe people, it could easily tear the steppe people apart.

"It's so miserable~"

Hadan couldn't help but say.

The battlefields of the battle were basically full of the corpses of the steppe people, and many of them were the corpses of those children.

These wolf cubs on the grassland, they are still too small.

Whether it is physique, strength, or combat skills, etc., they are still very immature, and many of them are on the battlefield for the first time, and he can see that some people are even trembling with fright, and they can't even hold a scimitar.

"The whole team~"

Wang Shouren's eyes were calm.

With a loud shout from him, all the cavalry quickly rearranged in order, a few breaths away.

The five thousand elite horsemen were arranged neatly again, and all the cavalry rode on horseback, and the sabers in their hands were placed diagonally, the whole was unified, exuding a terrifying aura.

There was still blood flowing from the armor, and blood dripping from the saber.

On Suotu's side, the morale of the grassland army was extremely low, and some of the wounded ones were constantly bandaged, looking at the Ming army opposite, fear rose in his heart.

It's horrible.

The Ming army in front of them, they seem to be machines, and they seem to be a thousand-tempered army of victories.

"Woo~"

Some began to cry and even threw away their scimitars.

All this is different from what Sotu said, the Ming people are very powerful, and they are powerful and terrifying.

"Kill~"

"Immortal Heaven bless us~"

Suotu raised the scimitar in his hand again and took the lead in attacking the Ming army.

has already reached this point, he has no way to retreat, either die here or win the Ming army in front of him.

It's just that even he knows that dying here may be the best place to belong.

As Sotu rushed up again, the steppe army followed him and launched another wave of attacks.

"Raise your sword~"

"Riding a horse~"

"Kill~"

Wang Shouren's voice was very loud.

With Wang Shouren's order conveyed, the five thousand cavalry neatly raised their sabers to their chests, and then gently slapped their horses with their legs.

The speed of the war horse slowly increased, and the saber in his hand was also obliquely behind him, and then the speed became faster and faster, like a gust of wind rushing towards the grassland army.

Wang Shouren still took the lead, and this time he set his sights on Suotu.

Suo Tu also set his sights on Wang Shouren, and the two rushed towards each other like two winds.

The scimitar and the sword were raised high, and then with two cold rays, the two of them staggered, and Sotu fell heavily.

"Surrender and don't kill~"

After killing Suotu, Wang Shouren continued to rush forward, and then shouted loudly in a somewhat lame grassland dialect.

Behind Wang Shouren, the five thousand cavalry kept rushing and killing, and at the same time, they kept shouting.

The two sides are meeting again.

One by one, figures fell from their horses.

Soon after, the two sides separated again, swapped places, and turned around again, looking at the battlefield where the battle had just begun.

It was the same as the first time, all the corpses of the steppe people were seen, and countless war horses stopped beside their masters, and the blood watered the earth, and in the streams that converged on the side, the clear streams were dyed red.

"Sneak attack doesn't kill~"

"Sneak attack doesn't kill~"

The Ming army kept roaring.

Hear the words of the Ming army, and then look at the battlefield.

Someone collapsed, dropped the scimitar in his hand, turned over and dismounted, and fell to his knees.

Someone took the lead, and more and more people surrendered.

They were scared, really scared.

In last year's war, many people couldn't figure out how they were defeated and why the army of the steppe was all left in the Central Plains.

Now, the Ming people chose to go head-to-head with them, and directly came up with cavalry against cavalry on the grassland.

They still lost, they were defeated, they lost completely.

In the past, the field battles they were most proud of were all defeated, what else could they compete with the Ming Dynasty?

Sotu also died, this careerist, with his own ambition and the glorious glory of the once steppe people.

More and more people surrendered, and in the end, only a few hundred people remained with Aberrance and Barra who did not dismount and surrender.

Barra and Aburance looked at each other, both looking overwhelmed.

"Surrender, and stop making fearless sacrifices."

"Maybe Battle is right."

After a long time, Barra closed his eyes, dropped his scimitar, slowly dismounted, fell to his knees, and chose to surrender.

"Father Khan~"

Aberrance looked at the eagle in the blue sky.

Then he looked at the people around him, and then at the warriors of the Kreebe.

He was very unwilling, he was the only living son of Dayan Khan now, if he surrendered, then all the Tatar tribes would submit to the Ming Dynasty.

He thought of his father, Dayan Khan, and he was tempted to lift his scimitar again and rush towards the Ming army.

But look at the warriors of the Kerebu around them, they are old and young, if they all die here, the Kerebu will really become a widow's tribe in the future.

Their Creek tribe is really going to perish.

"Keng~"

He slowly dropped the golden knife in his hand, turned over and dismounted, and fell to his knees on the grassland.

The surrender is not for himself, but for the sake of the Kereh Department behind him, the Kereh Department must continue, and the remaining Kereb soldiers, they are the last strength of the Kereh Ministry.

"I'm finally scared~"

Liu Jin looked at the corpses on the grassland, looked at the grassland people who knelt on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

It is useless to reason with the steppe people, and the most useful way is to rely on fists.

If you win the battle and hurt them, they will be afraid and obedient. 2020

"It seems that Battle's persuasion failed~"

Liu Jin's side, Wang Shouren looked at the grassland army that had raised his scimitar and said to Liu Jin beside him.

"It's better to fail, don't kill them, they won't be obedient."

Liu Jin looked indifferent, then thought for a while and said: "Wait until you kill almost the other, call them to surrender, if they are willing to surrender, let's give them a way out." ”

"Killing is not an end, and in Battle's words, a lot of them are just children."

"Hmm~"

Wang Shouren nodded solemnly, then took out the sword in his hand and waved the long sword.

"Kill~"

Wang Shouren took the lead and killed the grassland army like a gust of wind.

As Wang Shouren rushed out, the five thousand elite horsemen who had already been prepared also rushed up like a tide, and the sabers in their hands were raised one after another, shining dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Knock~Knock~"

The horses of both sides galloped on the open grassland, and the earth roared as if it were shaking.

"Ga~"

In the sky, vultures and eagles were constantly chirping and circling, gathering more and more, as if singing a prelude to the undead.

"Alas~"

Batel, Hadan, and Huhe stood on a high slope on horseback, watching the two mighty armies in front of them press towards each other like two huge dark clouds.

What is about to appear is the sword light and sword shadow, and it is the bloody rain.

A long sigh.

"Huh~"

In addition to being good at horseback riding, the steppe people are also best at bows and arrows.

When the distance between the two sides was very close, the steppe people bent their bows and shot arrows, and for a while the arrows rained down.

"Bump~"

However, most of these arrows had no effect on armoured cavalry, except for a few that were useful on horses.

The armor has been rigorously tested to withstand most bows and arrows, and even if it does, the remaining power is not enough to do much damage.

"This?"

When Suo Tu saw this scene, his eyes couldn't help but widen, and it wasn't until now that he could see clearly that these Ming cavalry were all cavalry wearing armor.

It's too extravagant~

He didn't expect that the five thousand cavalry were all wearing armor.

However, before he could think for long, the two armies collided like two tides.

In an instant, blood splattered, and countless figures fell from their horses.

The cyan grassland was stained red with blood, and it quickly faded away, which was very eye-catching.

"Huh~"

Wang Shouren was wearing armor, the long sword in his hand was extremely sharp, and the whole person was like a sharp blade, and everywhere he passed, the grassland army was like a cut cloth.

There was no one who was Wang Shouren's enemy at all, and the long sword passed, and one after another figures fell.

Behind Wang Shouren, the same is true of the figures.

The sabers produced by the Miyun Iron Works are light and sharp, and they are most suitable for cavalry riding and slashing.

It's like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, and it's like the wind sweeping the clouds, destroying the withering and decaying.

It was just a wave of impact, and the army of the steppe people was instantly shattered.

The same slashing, the steppe man's scimitar fell on the armor, just leaving a mark on it, but it was difficult to cause any substantial damage.

But the saber of the Ming army is extremely sharp.

Even if it only relies on the impact of the war horse, blood flows everywhere the saber passes.

The gap between those with armor and those without armor is simply too great.

Even if the steppe people are born warriors, they are born to be a nation on horseback.

But in the face of the Ming army, which was armed to the teeth, they still had no way.

"This can't be~"

Sotu wiped the blood from his face and turned his direction to look at the battlefield where the battle had just begun.

The horses kept roaring in a low voice in front of their masters, as if they were telling their masters to stand up again.

The empty steppe was littered with the corpses of steppe people.

The corpses of the Ming army were very few, and even some Ming soldiers who fell to the ground could be seen standing up scolding, and then found a horse next to it and galloped on the grassland again.

"It's over~"

Battle couldn't help but close his eyes.

The confrontation just now was really tragic.

He saw it clearly.

The bow and arrows and scimitars that the steppe people were proud of fell on the body of the Ming army, and they had no effect at all.

However, when the saber of the Ming army fell on the body of the steppe people, it could easily tear the steppe people apart.

"It's so miserable~"

Hadan couldn't help but say.

The battlefields of the battle were basically full of the corpses of the steppe people, and many of them were the corpses of those children.

These wolf cubs on the grassland, they are still too small.

Whether it is physique, strength, or combat skills, etc., they are still very immature, and many of them are on the battlefield for the first time, and he can see that some people are even trembling with fright, and they can't even hold a scimitar.

"The whole team~"

Wang Shouren's eyes were calm.

With a loud shout from him, all the cavalry quickly rearranged in order, a few breaths away.

The five thousand elite horsemen were arranged neatly again, and all the cavalry rode on horseback, and the sabers in their hands were placed diagonally, the whole was unified, exuding a terrifying aura.

There was still blood flowing from the armor, and blood dripping from the saber.

On Suotu's side, the morale of the grassland army was extremely low, and some of the wounded ones were constantly bandaged, looking at the Ming army opposite, fear rose in his heart.

It's horrible.

The Ming army in front of them, they seem to be machines, and they seem to be a thousand-tempered army of victories.

"Woo~"

Some began to cry and even threw away their scimitars.

All this is different from what Sotu said, the Ming people are very powerful, and they are powerful and terrifying.

"Kill~"

"Immortal Heaven bless us~"

Suotu raised the scimitar in his hand again and took the lead in attacking the Ming army.

has already reached this point, he has no way to retreat, either die here or win the Ming army in front of him.

It's just that even he knows that dying here may be the best place to belong.

As Sotu rushed up again, the steppe army followed him and launched another wave of attacks.

"Raise your sword~"

"Riding a horse~"

"Kill~"

Wang Shouren's voice was very loud.

With Wang Shouren's order conveyed, the five thousand cavalry neatly raised their sabers to their chests, and then gently slapped their horses with their legs.

The speed of the war horse slowly increased, and the saber in his hand was also obliquely behind him, and then the speed became faster and faster, like a gust of wind rushing towards the grassland army.

Wang Shouren still took the lead, and this time he set his sights on Suotu.

Suo Tu also set his sights on Wang Shouren, and the two rushed towards each other like two winds.

The scimitar and the sword were raised high, and then with two cold rays, the two of them staggered, and Sotu fell heavily.

"Surrender and don't kill~"

After killing Suotu, Wang Shouren continued to rush forward, and then shouted loudly in a somewhat lame grassland dialect.

Behind Wang Shouren, the five thousand cavalry kept rushing and killing, and at the same time, they kept shouting.

The two sides are meeting again.

One by one, figures fell from their horses.

Soon after, the two sides separated again, swapped places, and turned around again, looking at the battlefield where the battle had just begun.

It was the same as the first time, all the corpses of the steppe people were seen, and countless war horses stopped beside their masters, and the blood watered the earth, and in the streams that converged on the side, the clear streams were dyed red.

"Sneak attack doesn't kill~"

"Sneak attack doesn't kill~"

The Ming army kept roaring.

Hear the words of the Ming army, and then look at the battlefield.

Someone collapsed, dropped the scimitar in his hand, turned over and dismounted, and fell to his knees.

Someone took the lead, and more and more people surrendered.

They were scared, really scared.

In last year's war, many people couldn't figure out how they were defeated and why the army of the steppe was all left in the Central Plains.

Now, the Ming people chose to go head-to-head with them, and directly came up with cavalry against cavalry on the grassland.

They still lost, they were defeated, they lost completely.

In the past, the field battles they were most proud of were all defeated, what else could they compete with the Ming Dynasty?

Sotu also died, this careerist, with his own ambition and the glorious glory of the once steppe people.

More and more people surrendered, and in the end, only a few hundred people remained with Aberrance and Barra who did not dismount and surrender.

Barra and Aburance looked at each other, both looking overwhelmed.

"Surrender, and stop making fearless sacrifices."

"Maybe Battle is right."

After a long time, Barra closed his eyes, dropped his scimitar, slowly dismounted, fell to his knees, and chose to surrender.

"Father Khan~"

Aberrance looked at the eagle in the blue sky.

Then he looked at the people around him, and then at the warriors of the Kreebe.

He was very unwilling, he was the only living son of Dayan Khan now, if he surrendered, then all the Tatar tribes would submit to the Ming Dynasty.

He thought of his father, Dayan Khan, and he was tempted to lift his scimitar again and rush towards the Ming army.

But look at the warriors of the Kerebu around them, they are old and young, if they all die here, the Kerebu will really become a widow's tribe in the future.

Their Creek tribe is really going to perish.

"Keng~"

He slowly dropped the golden knife in his hand, turned over and dismounted, and fell to his knees on the grassland.

The surrender is not for himself, but for the sake of the Kereh Department behind him, the Kereh Department must continue, and the remaining Kereb soldiers, they are the last strength of the Kereh Ministry.

"I'm finally scared~"

Liu Jin looked at the corpses on the grassland, looked at the grassland people who knelt on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

It is useless to reason with the steppe people, and the most useful way is to rely on fists.

If you win the battle and hurt them, they will be afraid and obedient.