"Uh-huh............!"

In the wilderness, the Hu people of the Western Regions howled like wild wolves again, with endless grief and hatred.

Just a moment of battle, under the front and back attacks of Dingyuan, these beast soldiers from the Western Regions left nearly a hundred corpses.

If it weren't for Mua, the man with the golden helmet, he would have died even more!

Looking at the direction where Zhu Wu had gone, Mua's eyes erupted with angry flames.

These people are not the same as the Central Plains people they imagined.

They are strong, tall, and brave and good at fighting.

And they also have a terrible weapon in their hands, which is slower than the bow and arrow, but has a greater range and power than the bow and arrow.

That's the legendary firearm?

Mua is not ignorant of nothing, more than 100 years ago, the Mongol army broke through the thousand-year-old capital of Baghdad with its return artillery and explosive iron artillery.

The venerable caliph was wrapped in a blanket and trampled to death by a horse, and millions of the city's inhabitants were slaughtered.

The power of firearms and the cruelty of the Mongols have been passed down for hundreds of years in the Western Regions, in their homeland.

However, this did not extinguish the flame of revenge in Mua'a's heart.

The other party definitely doesn't have many firearms, so why not attack Huai'an City directly.

Now all he had to do was to follow those enemies from a distance and wait for the arrival of the follow-up brigade of cavalry.

The cavalry of 3,000 people can trample those heaven-killing enemies into mud and melt them into the dirt.

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Zhu Wu's cavalry was still moving forward slowly, and in the team, on the backs of the two war horses, there were still two Hu soldiers from the Western Regions.

He knew that there was a tail following him, or that he was deliberately letting the enemy rangers know his direction.

In the distance, across a small river, another group of cavalry with a large banner of red characters greeted them.

Farther away, countless infantry were stationed seemingly haphazardly beside a small river.

Zhu Wu turned his head, looked in the direction of the enemy's rangers, and pouted.

"Don't be surprised!"

"Steward!"

Fu Youde rode a white horse that was quite a divine horse, and with his gestures, he looked more imposing than Zhu Wu, the chief manager.

"Just let the brothers do it, why should you be in danger?"

As soon as they met, Fu Youde opened his mouth to complain.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

This is the truth and the persuasion.

Zhu Wu didn't refute, and said with a smile, "It is estimated that there is a large group of cavalry chasing after you immediately, are you ready?" ”

"The subordinates have been ready for a long time!" Fu Youde grinned, "I'm afraid they won't come!" ”

As he spoke, he turned the horse's head, "There are many pits on the ground, so I'll lead the way for the chief manager!" ”

Zhu Wu nodded, and looked back again as he walked forward.

Behind him, the rangers of the Hu people in the Western Regions flashed by.

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"Touren, is the camp of the Central Plains people in front?"

"How many?"

"At least seven or eight thousand!"

Hearing the ranger's reply, Mua's brow furrowed.

Behind him, as the vanguard of escape, the cavalry that arrived in Huai'an had been gathered, but there were only three thousand.

But then, the ranger's words made him smile again.

"It's all infantry!"

"Check it out!"

Mua's heart regained self-confidence, in this era, 3,000 cavalry is invincible on the battlefield.

Not to mention seven or eight thousand infantry, even if there are more than twice as many infantry, I have the confidence to defeat them.

Bang!

The earth trembled under the hooves of horses, and the three thousand cavalry of the Western Regions slowly moved forward on their horses, like moving mountains, indestructible.

"Chief, there!"

The Ranger pointed, and Mua saw the dense crowd of infantry by the river.

They were spotted there, and then there was a sudden panic in the infantry camp, and groups of soldiers ran in panic in the camp.

It seemed to be in formation, and it seemed to be preparing to meet the enemy, and in front of the large battalion, the infantry were like headless flies, preparing to resist horses and spears.

"It's late, the infantry general on the other side is a fool!"

A hideous sneer appeared on Mua's face, and the infantry on the opposite side were like lambs to the slaughter at this moment.

Nearly 10,000 people were gathered at the water's edge, without dispersion, depth, or terrain cover.

What is not a lamb?

Wait, what are these lambs going to do?

After discovering the cavalry of the Western Regions, two war horses quickly ran out of the panicked infantry camp.

Immediately went to the knight and threw the two bound Western Regions Hu people to the ground.

Then, the cavalry dismounted, and under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, he sneered and grabbed the hair of the Hu people in the Western Regions with one hand, and drew the long knife in his hand with the other.

"What are they going to do?"

Mua was a little incredulous, or reluctant to admit it.

"Ahh

A creepy scream rang out.

In the eyes of tens of thousands of people, the long knives of the cavalry of the Dingyuan Army creaked against the necks of the Hu people in the Western Regions.

Then, with the strength of his arm, the knife flashed.

The two knights of the Dingyuan Army are like killing gods who have come out of hell.

Holding up the bloody head in his hand, he shouted in the direction of Mua'a's three thousand cavalry.

"It's kind of coming!"

"Rush over and kill all these Central Plains people! Not only will you kill them all, but I will allow you to kill all the people you see! ”

Mua and the 3,000 cavalry of the Western Regions were enraged.

"God's will, kill them all!"

Mua raised his right hand, "Ahrahu*&¥#@!! ”

"Kill!"

More than 3,000 cavalry charged from three directions, the earth shook violently, and the calm river was shaking.

Such a scene is indescribable, Zhu Wu stood on the high ground in the distance, his hand holding the reins was trembling slightly, and there was some tension and excitement in his heart.

After so many battles, it was also the first time he had seen so many cavalry charging at the same time.

This kind of shock and impact cannot be expressed in words.

This scene is like the end of the world, and the sky is falling. It seems that it is not people who rush over, but the whole sky is pressed down, and everything that tries to stand in its way will be reduced to powder and dust.

"God's will, Ahrahuko&%¥#@!"

In the cavalry ranks, many bearded people with white cloth wrapped in their heads were screaming loudly.

"Steady!"

In front of the Dingyuan Army, all the officers had red eyes and roared with their necks.

Between heaven and earth, the collision of swords and shields is about to begin, and it seems that the arid land is about to be moistened by blood and water.

Mua, in the middle of the cavalry ranks, with a killing frenzy in his eyes, rushed over, trampled them to death, hacked them to death, and took revenge!

His eyes proudly glanced at the charging clansmen, and inadvertently swept the high ground on both sides of the charging road.

Well?

There, how stood a lone cavalryman!

In sight, a burly knight slammed a fiery red flag into the ground.

"Ahla @#¥%!"

Suddenly, the cavalry of the Western Regions pulled their necks and shouted with all their strength.

At the same time, he kicked and beat the war horse desperately, and the final charge came, and the war horse quickly became a lightning bolt.

Immediately to the knight, you can even see the frightened expression of the infantry after the opponent rejected the horse.

But......

Bang! Thump!

The cavalry charging on the left and right flanks suddenly fell heavily from their horses as if they were under magic spell, and the charging horses also fell weightlessly in the wailing.

It's like a running man who steps into a trap.

"Cunning Central Plains people, they dug a tripping pit in the ground!"

That's right.

Before they came, there were countless tripping pits on both sides of the infantry position, and the high-speed charging war horses stepped into it only to end up, breaking their legs and falling.

The charging team, which was still imposing just now, suddenly became messy, and countless cavalry on the ground and fallen war horses were trampled by the cavalry in the rear, and the way to charge became crowded and panicked.

"Put!"

Mua clearly saw that in the opposing infantry position, a young soldier brandished his waist knife and shouted orders.

Rumble!

Bang!

With the loud sound of the landslide cracking, the cavalry on both wings turned into stump fragments.

The incendiary projectile carved a blood-colored passage in the formation of the advancing cavalry.

Then, countless rows of bows and arrows were launched from the opponent's array, denser than the rain.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, Mua's central assault cavalry was about to collide with the enemy's infantry.

"Rush over!" Mu'a shouted hoarsely.

Ahead, Hu Qi of the Western Regions was ready to harvest the first head.

But......

Crash!

When the horse stepped onto the ground again, the weedy ground suddenly collapsed and cracked like a canyon.

Countless Hu riders from the Western Regions fell into it with their horses, letting out a terrible scream.

On the thick pointed wooden stakes in the pit, it became a skewer of meat and a skewer of people.

Moreover, the cavalry behind couldn't restrain their horses, and the cavalry of the middle assault also squeezed together, and more cavalry were hit into the pit alive by their partners.

"Despicable!"

Those who died were his own people, and Mua's heart was cut like a knife.

But before he could say these two words, the foot soldiers on the opposite side suddenly retreated like a tide, revealing dozens of swarthy iron guys.

"Hit the mark!"

"Put!"

In Mua's remorse, a relentless tongue of fire erupted from the front.

When a dozen or so erected artillery pieces were encountered, they encountered cavalry huddled together.

No need to adjust, salvo!

The mountains roar and the tsunami, and the heavens and the earth change color.

The solid projectile hit the crowd, and the sight was full of flying stumps and severed arms, and the eyes had turned into a bloody color.

There were brave cavalrymen, and their horses flew over the collapsed place, but the scattered bullets that followed directly tore their bodies to pieces.

A piece of flesh flew into Mua's face, and the stench of hot stench came to his brain.

"Removal ......"

Before he could shout out, the high ground on both sides suddenly shook like an earthquake.

One after another, heavily armored knights appeared under the fiery red banner.

In an instant, Mua remembered what the old man of his ancestors had said when he was a teenager.

Far East, fire is the virtue.

The people there, thousands of years ago, wore red flags and red armor, and their slogans were punished even if they were far away!

On the high ground, Chang Yuchun pulled down his face armor, and the short Ge in his hand was the favorite weapon of the Chinese man, and finally shouted.

"Trapped in the camp, I am invincible!"

Between heaven and earth, countless Huaixi men roared from their chests.

"Kill the Tartars!"

Bang!

The sound of cannons and horses' hooves are intertwined, and it is the melody of death.

Zhu Wu clenched his fists, if he was pulled by the soldiers around him, he really wanted to rush down.

In this battle, the vanguard of liberation was annihilated.

Kill all these wild dogs.

Chang Yuchun over there took a heavily armored knight, like a torrent that broke the embankment.

Here, Fu Youde shouted in the Chinese army of foot soldiers.

"Brothers, wrap up!"

"Kill the Tartars!"

In Mua'a's incredulous eyes, the infantry, who was supposed to be lambs, turned into tigers.

The soldiers of the Dingyuan army roared and rushed up to entangle with the crowded cavalry.

The spear stabbed at the cavalry on horseback.

Chopping the horse's legs off with a sword.

The hammer, with many iron bones, made a crisp knocking sound on the skulls of the Hu people in the Western Regions.

It's like a death movement, and under every note, there is a warrior, a desperate death.

"Retreat!"

Mua finally shouted the word.

The Hu people of the Western Regions, wrapped in white cloths, never shouted out God's will again.

Between heaven and earth, the battlefield of Shura.

The heavy armored cavalry that often meets spring is in the rear of the Hu people in the Western Regions, indulging in harvesting.

The foot soldiers in front of them were in groups of several and fought with the cavalry.

In the distance, crossbowmen fired at rapid fire.

There are also Zhu Wu's firecrackers, calmly loading and firing, and rows of bullets rush towards the enemy's most dense places.

"Retreat ......!"

Mua turned the horse's head and kicked the horse in the belly without a fatal kick.

Just as he was just about to be able to run, there was a clear sound of breaking the air in his ears.

Looking back again, the last frame in sight.

An iron shovel shattered his skull.