The rumbling iron hooves shook the ground like thunder, and the huge sound shook back and forth on both sides of the Hutuo River.

The sky was dark, overcast, and the air was stuffy.

Ma Ying, the general of the Han Dynasty, led his cavalry troops, along the official road along the Hutuo River, tightly embellished with the tails of the Mongol cavalry.

The Sixth Han Cavalry Corps was stationed on the east front of the Boming Battalion, and in the original battle plan, this cavalry unit from Liaodong was responsible for defending the eastern flank of the Han army, guarding the two waterways from the Hutuo River to the Muma River in the direction of Dingxiang, and at the same time monitoring the enemy in front of them. Half an hour earlier, his troops had received an order from the battalion: an elite Mongol cavalry had set out from Xinzhou to invade the Han army's camp and was moving in the direction of Dingxiang with all its might, so the Sixth Army had to stop their movements.

Because of the urgency of time, Ma Ying did not know which unit of the Mongolian army was the enemy in front of him, nor did he know how many troops the other side had, let alone whether they carried artillery and other support weapons, but it didn't matter, as the most famous general in the Han army, as the most arrogant unit in the Han army, General Polu and his men had absolutely reason to despise all enemies, in fact, not long ago, this army had taken the initiative to attack under absolute disadvantage, defeating several times the alliance with the Manchurian and Mongolian forces, And after pacifying Liaodong, they never stopped fighting for a moment, their iron hooves trampled through the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Liaodong, north to the reckless wasteland, north to the Canglan Sea, west to the mountains and seas, east to the Korean Peninsula, whether it was the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry of the Megatron world, or the barbarian people in the deep mountains and old forests, all trembling under the sabers and bows of the Sixth Army, so Ma Ying and his subordinates did not believe that anyone else in this world could defeat them.

Unfortunately, the same is true of the enemies on their side, since the rise of the desert, the Dzungar Khan has not treated their name badly, they have defeated countless strong enemies in a series of battles later, and they are not inferior to their heroic ancestors, in the Altai Mountains, they have defeated the Muslims and Zhuo, in Qinghai, they have defeated the Tibetan iron cavalry, and in Uriya Sutai, they have driven straight into the Khalkha and have no power to fight back, so they do not believe that anyone else in this world can defeat them.

It's an ace-to-ace battle.

The dust was all over the sky, the sky was getting darker and darker, far away, several cavalrymen held torches high, and rushed towards the military headquarters of the Sixth Army, Ma Ying gently scolded his mount, slightly pulled the reins, the war horse stubbornly twisted the dragon's head, and stopped reluctantly, without any order, the guards behind him slowed down together, and the outermost group of cavalry turned their horses' heads and ran towards the mountain bags on the left and right, guarding the military headquarters.

"What's going on up ahead?!" When the herald officer came closer, Ma Ying rubbed his eyes and asked loudly.

"Return to the Ma Junmen - Lord Murong Parrot's life is lowly rewarded: our army's forward and Tartar guards will take over!"

"Where?! ......" Ma Ying couldn't help but raise his head, looked at the sky, and couldn't help but glance at the enemy in his heart, the troops who have the courage to fight field battles with the pursuers, it is definitely not an ordinary army, is it the elite main force of the Tartars? ! Thinking of this, he said to the herald, "How many of them are there?!" ”

"Five miles ahead—the guy we saw was at least two thousand, and there were a lot of faint torches ahead, estimated to be at least five or six thousand!"

Ma Ying nodded with satisfaction, the Murong Parrot Department of the Forward Brigade dared to take the lead in attacking the enemy army several times larger than himself with only two thousand cavalry, and it was indeed worthy of his subordinates, "Little Parrot called you to ask for help?!" ”

In the darkness of the night, the herald officer opened his mouth and smiled, a mouthful of white teeth shining in the light of the fire, "No, Lord Murong told the brothers in the back to rest for a while, let's go first and take a look, maybe there is an ambush in the Tartars!" ”

Ma Ying laughed, knowing that the enemy might be in ambush, but he still had to go in and take a look, what kind of heroic spirit is this? Looking at the world, except for Lao Tzu's Sixth Army? What other army dares to be so arrogant and arrogant?! He laughed and said to the herald, "Good boy!!" - Okay, you go back and tell that kid, the old man will eat dry food, and when you turn around, you will meet him!! As he spoke, he reached into his arms, groped in his arms, took out a small gourd of soju, poured a few large sips into his mouth, exhaled a long breath deeply, and praised with a wine burp, "Fuck, happy!" "Casually still give it to the herald, "Your dog day is also good—reward you!" ”

The herald officer did not answer, and with a vigorous stroke, the front hooves of the war horse were raised, and with a long neigh, he turned around and ran forward, and in the dark night, he was vaguely seen raising his neck and pouring it violently, and then threw it to his comrades, and saluted loudly from afar, "Good wine!" - Xie Junmen gives wine! ”

Ma Yingling immediately watched this small group of cavalry disappear out of his sight, and then he retracted his gaze, the subordinates just now fit his spleen and stomach very well, and they are good seedlings, but they forgot to ask his name. He turned his head to the staff officer behind him and said, "Xiema, drink water and eat dry food." ”

Although the enemy army was close at hand, the soldiers of the Sixth Army did not show any signs of panic, Ma Ying's command was whispered by the officer behind him to the rear, and in less than half an hour, the cavalry jumped off their horses, pulled their saddles loose, lined up in several columns in an orderly manner, and pulled them to the Hutuo River to drink their horses. Thousands of cavalrymen sat on the ground, took fried noodles and wheat cakes from dry food bags, and swallowed them with water. The four brigades of more than 8,000 iron horsemen crowded the long official road, but it was surprisingly silent, except for the occasional neighing and raising of hooves of the war horses on the side, there was not a single human voice.

The flying dust slowly fell, the air was fresh, and it was only then that Ma Ying heard the horn and shout faintly coming from the front, the firelight reflected half of the night sky, and the roaring horse's hooves were occasionally mixed with the roar of a few Han cannons, he was a little uneasy in his heart, and then gave the dry food to the soldiers who were waiting next to him, strode up the hill, took out the monocular and looked forward.

The terrain of the hill is not too high, compared with the official road on the side, it is only two or three zhang higher, so the vision is very poor, Ma Ying took the telescope to patrol carefully, watched for a long time but found nothing, at this time the last ray of sunlight in the west also dimmed, the front was black and mushy, and the battlefield was blocked by a small hill, Ma Ying could only see the faintly floating battle flag on the hill and the fire reflected in the sky, and suddenly, a group of cavalry rushed over, running towards their own Daxu.

The officer led by the leader was covered in blood, his military uniform was messy, and he was pulling a bandage on his shoulder, and the blood was faintly seeping out, Ma Ying's heart sank, and he asked from a distance, "How is the war?!" ”

When the officer saw Ma Ying, his originally nervous expression suddenly relaxed, he had just opened his mouth, suddenly his eyes rolled, he fell off the war horse and fainted, Ma Ying saw that there were two long arrows stuck deep in his back, and the red blood had already dyed the saddle blood-red.

"How's the war going?!" Ma Ying didn't move, turned his head and asked the herald behind him.

"Hui, Hui...... The military gate ......" the herald gasped heavily, and said intermittently, "Go back to the military gate...... Tartars are numerous...... It's also very good at fighting, we are surrounded, Lord Murong asks the general to immediately wave his army and go straight forward, and attack my department inside and outside!! ……”

"A lot?!" Ma Ying was stunned, "How much is a lot?!" ”

Lord Murong estimated it...... There may be more than 10,000 people in the Tartars!! The herald took a breath and said in a deep voice, "And it's still the Xue Cowardly Army of Junggar!" …… I can play it very well!! ……”

"Very good at fighting?!" Ma Ying suddenly intercepted his words and asked coldly, "Suffered a big loss?!" ”

“……”

The herald's face was very ugly, and he couldn't help but show a trace of shame, he rubbed his horsehair uneasily, and lowered his head, "...... Yes, but there are too many tartars, Lord Murong Parrot ......"

Ma Ying waved his hand, "I know, Xiao Wu has done his best," he hesitated for a moment, and said to the herald, "This Tartar is not ordinary, it is our opponent - hold your head and go to the back to drink saliva!" ”

Without waiting for the herald to reply, he took the reins, turned over on his horse, and shouted on the hill, "Get on the horse!" "Snap ......" shook his whip and pointed in the direction of the battlefield, "Follow me!" ……”

The silent mountain road was suddenly chaotic, the Han cavalry jumped on their horses, the impact of the armor and the blades sounded, the officers whispered to their subordinates, and straightened out the formation on the spot.

The rumbling iron hooves immediately aroused the idea of the Mongolian army, and Ma Ying's forward guard battalion had just waited to go up the mountain, and before he had time to get a bird's-eye view of the battlefield, a large group of Mongolian cavalry immediately separated from the Chinese army and met him along the left and right sides of the battlefield.

The dust is roaring, countless torches are shining red in the dust, and the figure of the person is not clear from a few feet away, Ma Ying stares at it, the sabre in front is like a forest, the Mongolian army has taken the lead in charging, the spear is splitting the air in the high-speed gallop, making a terrible roar, and thousands of iron horsemen "Yo he...... Yo ...... scream", swooped down like a storm, and in a moment, it was already close to the front.

"Bang ......" a soft sound, a rain of arrows pounced, the front row of Han cavalry was caught off guard, and fell down when they landed, Ma Ying's personal soldiers immediately rushed forward and erected shields, covering the main general behind him, and the captain of the personal soldiers shouted loudly, "Mom, pull an X, shoot me...... Shoot this son of a son ......"

Hearing the order, the front line of the soldiers immediately dismounted, with the bow in hand, and the Mongolian cavalry under the hill to shoot, for a time long arrows flew, bows and arrows rained, screams endlessly, the first-line shooters were pierced through the chest from time to time, bloody were dragged down.

The horns were raised, the war drums of the Mongolian army roared, the Mongolian army around Murong Parrot shouted on all sides, frantically attacked the center, the sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, the bowstring sounded chaotically, the war horses neighed, and among the yellow sand in the sky, a piece of Han army battle flag was faintly visible in the crowd and attacked left and right, fighting to the death.

"Newspaper!! ...... "Several cavalry scouts killed the mountain bag, far away from the horse, the reins were saluted, and the leading officer rushed to the front, shouting, "Open the horse army gate, and find out the ...... of the lowly duty."

A long arrow shot at the back of the officer's head, piercing the helmet when he landed, and the sharp diamond-shaped arrow suddenly stretched out from his mouth, and the long arrow body was especially with several pieces of tongue and flesh, and the blood sprayed wildly, dyeing the horse's head red, the officer's eyes widened, staring at the arrow in his mouth in a daze, and his throat "Huh...... ...... snort, struggled for a few breaths, and fell off the horse with a bang.

Ma Ying's expression was indifferent, the horsewhip was raised, and he pointed to the soldiers behind him and said, "You! - Go on! ”

"Yes!" The scout glanced at the corpses on the ground, and then stepped forward on his horse, arching his hand, "Back to the military gate, the lowly rank was ordered to investigate the perimeter of the battlefield, and it has been ascertained that in addition to the battlefield here, within a radius of thirty miles, there are no enemy ambushes in front and back, and the Tartar army is all here!" ”

"Did you count them in the back?! What tribe are the Tartars from, and how many are there? ”

"If you go back to the military gate, it will be the Xue Cowardly Army of the Zhun Geer Headquarters, with about 10,000 people!" The scout bowed slightly, pointed back with a horsewhip, and pointed to the battlefield in the center, "In addition to the group under the mountain and besieging Lord Murong, there are still three or four thousand men and horses in the Tartar rear army who have not participated in the battle!" ......" said this, and the scout suddenly hesitated, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?!"

“…… Returning to the military gate," the scout gritted his teeth, "When the lowly rank returned, he saw the brothers under Lord Murong...... Those dog-tartars chopped up all our wounded soldiers, and ...... the minced flesh on the corpses."

"Go on!!" Ma Ying's eyebrows jumped, and the long scar on his face involuntarily turned into a ball, which frightened the soldiers into silence.

"Yes, yes...... the scout nodded, "...... They also put the minced meat on the carcasses one by one, and gnawed and ate the ...... while fighting."

"Excellent! …… Hey hey, good guys!! …… A dog's ......" Ma Ying laughed angrily, waved his hand and ordered him to retreat, looking back, only to see the figure behind him, the four brigades and eight thousand iron horsemen had all arrived, and the long flow of people spread all the way along this small hill, everyone drew their swords in their hands, just waiting for their own orders.

"Pass it on—leave no mouth alive, kill them all!!" Ma Yingluo said to the staff officer with a cruel smile, pulled out the saber with his backhand, pulled a few knife flowers in a row, took the lead, and rushed down the mountain.

"Kill!! ......" Eight thousand iron horsemen shouted wildly, followed closely by their main general, like a flood of floods, and rushed towards the Mongol army.