No, to be precise, the bastards were stunned.

They found that the Tartars in front of them were too difficult to kill, not at all like the three hundred Tartars before, and they said that they would be wiped out.

With this realization, the bastards hesitated, not knowing whether to flee or continue to fight desperately.

They were all waiting for Zhou Dahu's greeting.

On the battlefield, you can either flee or fight, you really can't hesitate.

Hesitation is a dead end.

When the scimitar of the tartar slashed through the necks of these poppies.

Shen Zhiyuan, who was watching from behind, cried.

He pleaded with a few bastards who were guarding him: "Let's go together, if we don't go, Zhou Dahu and they will die." ”

The bastards looked at each other, and they were just as hesitant.

hesitated whether to listen to Shen Zhiyuan's words, and hesitated whether he could disobey Zhou Dahu's orders.

……。

Just when Wu Zheng was about to gamble on his fate and forcibly retreat, he found that the Tartar army was in chaos.

This discovery surprised Wu Zheng.

This is a good opportunity, and if you retreat while the Tartars are in chaos, the danger will be greatly reduced.

The soldiers around him have exhausted their strength, and the exhausted knives cannot kill people, they can only be killed.

But Wu Zheng soon found that the chaos on the opposite side gradually subsided.

Wu Zheng even found out that the chaos was caused by the gang of ruffians.

So, can't wait any longer.

Wu Zheng didn't care about the life and death of these bastards, if he could exchange these hundred people for the survival of the remnants around him.

Wu Zheng will not hesitate to do it.

But Wu Zheng found out that Shen Zhiyuan joined the battlefield with a few people.

The two are not far apart, and if you count them as Dali, it is only a mile away.

It is not difficult to see people's faces clearly in broad daylight.

When Wu Zheng saw Shen Zhiyuan, he knew that he couldn't withdraw.

I can ignore the hundred bastards, but I can't ignore my brothers.

As soon as he withdraws, the Tartars will wipe out this rabble in an instant.

Shen Zhiyuan is dead.

Wu Zheng sighed secretly, then raised his knife and shouted: "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived, and the Tartar rear army is in chaos. him X in one go. ”

Wu Zheng is cheating, but Wu Zheng has no obstacles in his heart.

Between life and death, there is no lie.

If it comes true, a lie is not a lie, and if it fails, they are all dead, who will hold Wu Zheng accountable for cheating?

Sure enough, Wu Zheng's voice greatly boosted the morale of the soldiers around him.

In fact, the soldiers also saw the chaos on the other side, but they didn't react for a while, they still have reinforcements?

But when they heard Wu Zheng's shout, everyone believed it.

In their hearts, Wu Zheng is a god, and a person can bring them back alive from the enemy-occupied area even if he is seriously injured, such a person will naturally become a god.

They were not just obedient to Wu Zheng, but blindly obedient.

Blind obedience, regardless of right and wrong, right or wrong.

Wu Zheng said that the blood is white, and the blood is white.

Wu Zheng said that if the snow is black, then the snow is black.

Wu Zheng said that the reinforcements are coming, and the reinforcements must be coming.

For a time, the counterattack on all fronts began.

Everyone unleashed the last shred of their potential and launched a counterattack against the Tartars.

……。

Shen Zhiyuan's writing is really good.

He used the art of war in his stomach on a few bastards who guarded him.

Facts have proved that Shen Zhiyuan's art of war is still useful.

The bastards agreed to go to war.

Six people, forming a small triangle, pounced on the tartars.

The bastards obeyed Shen Zhiyuan's deployment.

As soon as they approached the battlefield, they rushed towards Zhou Dahu, forming an inverted triangle behind Zhou Dahu and on both wings.

Zhou Dahu instantly felt the pressure on his body gather and decrease.

This is like a trapped tiger that has been suffocated, Zhou Dahu let out a loud roar, "Straight you X, finally live lightly." Brothers, kill with Lao Tzu! ”

Since the beginning of the battle, Zhou Dahu has not made a sound, it's not that he doesn't want to make a sound, but he really can't.

Whoever faced the three or four knives that slashed at him at the same time could not make a sound.

But now, Zhou Dahu feels that his body is full of power.

The strength was used on the knife, one cut, two cuts.

It was broken by the neck of the Tartar in front of Zhou Dahu.

A head was cut off several feet high.

Blood splashed down like a fountain.

It was shocking not only the Tartars, but also the bastards.

Originally, killing Tartars was still as simple as that.

Inspired by Zhou Dahu's sword, the bastards burst into shouts and rushed towards the enemy.

The power of example is endless.

By this time, the bastards' eyes were already shining.

They felt that the knife in their hands was too much of a way and threw it at the tartar.

They feel like they should have their own style of play.

So they threw themselves on them.

Even if they were stabbed through the stomach by the Tartar in front of them, they still bit the Tartar's neck.

That's the way they should play, that's their forte.

When a bastard, tearing off a piece of flesh from the neck of a tartar, let out a roar like a beast.

His roar was accompanied by the cry of the Tartars.

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

What bastards are best at is to fight evil with evil, and to fight ruthlessness with ruthlessness.

The rear army of the Tartars, finally loosened, and they began to retreat.

The rear army retreated, and the direction was against Wu Zheng.

But Wu Zheng led the army to assault.

The Tartar, who was sandwiched in the middle, clearly felt that there were more and more people around him, and the space was getting less and less, until he couldn't even raise his hand and turn around.

The passive crossbowmen of the guard on the roof noticed this and began to fight back.

The situation is slowly changing.

The hearts of the people began to gather, and everyone saw the hope of victory.

I don't know when it started, I don't know when the turning point happened.

But all of them consciously participated.

It is not one person or group of people who plays a decisive role.

It's the rise of all of them.

The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the Ming army from this moment.

But the last straw that really crushed Tartar was Xiao Anzi's 300 strong.

There is no doubt that people need to lead by example.

When you see someone running away, you think, if he can escape, why can't I?

When you see everyone going to die one after another, you think, how can I run away if they dare to die?

The power of example is endless.

Without Xiao Anzi's greeting, the strong began to disobey the order.

Xiao Anzi sat back and watched it come to pass.

He had long wanted to disobey the order, but he didn't dare.

In his mind, he was born as a member of the Wu family and died as a ghost of the Wu family.

He didn't dare to disobey Wu Zheng's order, even if he knew it was wrong, he didn't dare to disobey.

In Xiao Anzi's view, loyalty lies in blind obedience.

If you have a mind of your own, it is a betrayal.

Although he knew that it was wrong for the current three hundred people to sit and watch, he could not give the order to attack.

To attack is to betray.

But this did not affect the betrayal of his soldiers, and when the strength gushed out, Xiao Anzi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In this way, the young master can't blame himself, right?

Three hundred strong is a new force.

Their participation greatly boosted the morale of Wu Zheng's subordinates again.

On the battlefield, many times, it is not about how high the skills of individual soldiers are, but about the momentum, the kind of momentum that kills one is enough, and kills two to earn one.