In the face of the magnificent war, human life is as small as a mustard seed.

Every moment is dying people.

And their personal deaths seem to have nothing to do with the overall situation, but they accumulate one by one, and they dominate the trend of the war - the war in the era of cold weapons happens to be built one by one.

Arutai's heart is sinking.

He suddenly understood a truth: one-on-one, he couldn't kill Zhu Di by himself.

According to the rhetoric of the Central Plains, the Great Tomorrow Son is no longer confused, but he seems to have inexhaustible strength in his body, and he has been fighting with himself for so long, and there is no sign of decay.

On the contrary, the more they fight, the more courageous they become.

Arutai saw Zhu Di's eyes, full of enthusiasm and excitement...... Or rather, full of madness!

Is he the devil?

Zhu Di, you are the son of the great tomorrow, the master of the entire Ming Dynasty, you don't enjoy such a beautiful world, but you enjoy the thrill of fighting on the battlefield so much, you are a madman.

Arutai was afraid.

In fact, this fear is not only because Zhu Di is becoming more and more courageous, but from the moment he saw Zhu Di, it was bred in Arutai's heart, but the good desire to kill Zhu Di suppressed his fear.

Now that he can't kill Zhu Di, this fear has taken root in his heart and thrived.

Why fear?

Because Arutai thought that Zhu Di was in the Chinese army camp and had retreated, but he appeared in the infantry army on the main battlefield, there is only one meaning in this: the retreat of the Chinese army camp was to deliberately lure Arutai to divide his troops.

Thus, on the main battlefield, with the superiority of troops, and the morale driven by the Son of Heaven, to eat the infantry of Arutai.

In terms of military paths, Arutai lost.

In the current situation, on the cavalry side, it was difficult to distinguish between the Tatars and the Ming army for a while.

But it is obvious that under the morale brought by Zhu Di's personal charge, the infantry army on the main battlefield is fighting, and the advantage is tilting towards the Ming army little by little, and if it continues, the Tatars may really be defeated.

This is not in keeping with the usual Tatar style of warfare.

Arutai quickly understood.

No more entanglement.

Because you can't win Zhu Di in one go, then there is only one strategy next: run.

Lost to Zhu Di...... No shame.

With two false swords, Arutai forced Zhu Di away, jumped a few steps back, grabbed an unmanned war horse, and retreated on horseback, of course, he didn't dare to shout the slogan of retreat.

First, the Lord will be defeated and retreat, easy to hurt morale, if the lost dog shouts to retreat, it is likely to be defeated, and the other Arutai needs someone to give him the queen of the palace to prevent him from being chased and killed by the Ming army.

After Arutai withdrew from the battlefield, he immediately ordered the last infantry of the Chinese army to line up, ready to cover the retreat of the main force in front, and at the same time the horn was blown, and the order was issued for the cavalry to give up the fight with the Ming cavalry and cover the retreat of the infantry army.

It has to be said that Arutai made the right choice for him.

In this atypical war, Arutai was lost, but not defeated, and there was still hope of a comeback - provided that the infantry army was not defeated.

In the next step, Arutai will no longer be foolish enough to let the cavalry attack on the flanks.

He would choose to play the front with the cavalry.

Take advantage of the Tatar cavalry to the extreme.

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What is War?

Before, Dusk had only been seen in books and on TV, but now, he had a deeper sense that war is death, blood, abandoning all humanity, leaving only killing and the desire to survive.

He was tired.

Even a little desperate.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang were both injured, and their swords were rolled.

The sword in his hand was also dripping blood.

I can't tell if it's the blood of the enemy or my own.

From beginning to end, the twilight of the self-proclaimed scholar finally touched the darkness in the depths of his soul in the Yumu River: he killed someone.

Although only one was killed.

But after all, it was killed.

The desire to survive made him have no time to think about the face of the Tatar soldier who died under his sword in his last moments, the face that had only despair and fear, the godless eyes on that face, which were filled with gray.

In the gloom, there is a hint of yearning.

A yearning for beauty.

This is war.

Every person you kill, maybe they are full of hope for the future, they are all living people.

Twilight does not know how long the war will last.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang were about to lose their combat effectiveness, the two of them were just cooperating with their swords and swords by instinct, their eyes were numb, but they still remembered one thing.

Protect the twilight.

Beside the three of them, there were seven or eight corpses lying horizontally and vertically.

This is a very remarkable feat.

Three people, killing seven or eight enemies, is already very powerful, like in film and television dramas, the scene of brave generals or soldiers killing like the enemy, chopping melons and vegetables, is basically difficult to appear.

They are all soldiers, they are all fighting for their lives, and no one is a weak chicken.

Of course, Zhu Di is an exception.

After all, he is the Son of Heaven, and he has fought all the way in, and most of the time there are people to protect him.

Dusk stood with Yu Yanliang and Xu Yin back to back, and beside the two of them, there were countless people fighting together, and there were also a few Tatar soldiers with bloody red eyes to surround them.

The horn did not sound, and no one dared to retreat.

Only kill.

Dusk only felt that the long sword in his hand, which was originally only two or three catties, now weighed more than a thousand pounds.

The fight was imminent, and there was no time for him to think.

Five Tatar soldiers surrounded him, and they looked at Dusk's head, which was a great military achievement, and these men understood that the three men on the other side were already at the end of their crossbows.

Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang smiled bitterly and sighed.

Most likely, it's going to kneel.

At the critical moment, the dull sound of the horn on the distant sky was like a whimper, like an old father calling his son home.

Xu Yin, who had followed Xu Huizu in the army, was in high spirits: "The Tatars have withdrawn!" ”

Retire!

At this moment, there are no words that can express the joy contained in these two words.

The five Tatar soldiers who were about to surround each other glanced at each other, and without saying a word, they cooperated with each other and covered to retreat to the rear: military merit is important, but the military order is like a mountain, and when the horn sounds, they will retreat.

Dusk and Xu Yin and Yu Yanliang did not pursue.

They are at the end of their power.

Involuntarily sat on the ground, looking at the Tatar soldiers retreating under the cover of the cavalry in the distance, and watching a rain of arrows shoot the pursuing Ming soldiers to the ground, secretly lucky.

Fortunately, I didn't chase it, otherwise I would have to meet the baptism of these rounds of arrow rain.

The horn still whimpered.

Between the vast expanses of the Yumu River, the beacon smoke rushed into the sky, bloody everywhere, countless stumps and broken swords were in shambles, and countless wounded soldiers rolled on the ground......

The screams of pain were so heavy.

Dusk struggled to get up.

Look into the distance.

I don't see Zhu Di.

However, seeing that countless Ming soldiers rose up bravely, fearless of the rain of arrows covered by the Tatar cavalry, under the cover of their own cavalry, they began to pursue the retreating Tatar infantry army, wanting to bite it.

There is no need to guess, Zhu Di must take the lead.

The shadow of the sword faded.

The drums and horns faded away.

The Ming army won a big victory!

For no reason, Dusk remembered the theme song of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, "The sword light and sword shadow were dimmed, the drums and horns were far away, and there were vivid faces fluttering in front of me......"

War, it turned out to be so cruel.

History, it turns out to be so thick.