"Repeaters, muskets, aim and fire! Shoot people, don't shoot horses! ”

A big officer of the Xuanwu Legion shouted loudly and ordered in unison.

Most of the horses in the Tartar army are rare good war horses, but they can't be wasted like this, and they have to pay attention to the soldiers

Those horses are their own trophies, and they can't be shot casually by the soldiers.

"Woo!" ……

A famous soldier, surrounded from all sides of the Tartar camp, was more than a hundred times denser than the counterattack just now, and the rain of arrows was more than 100 times denser, and shot towards a famous Tartar!

"Ahh ……

"Poof!" ……

This round of arrow rain has achieved great results, at least five or six hundred Tartars, all of whom have been hit by a few arrows or even a dozen arrows, have fallen off their horses, and a few war horses have been injured, making a painful neighing sound.

However, Waxing'a wanted to order a retreat and run away at this time, but it was obviously too late.

Blocked from all sides, the Tartars hurriedly formed a cavalry procession, these horses had just been forced to stop, and it would take a process to re-accelerate the charge.

"Liu Zhiqing, you take the soldiers to shrink the encirclement, and I will take a team of cavalry soldiers to kill Nawa Xingah!"

Cao Bianjiao saw that he had not yet made close contact with the Tartar Chinese army, and the other party looked like he was about to slip away, where did he not know what the other party was going to do?

Immediately ordered Liu Zhiqing, the deputy general of the army, to continue to charge forward with the cavalry soldiers, suppress the Tartar counterattack, and himself led a team of elite cavalry and began to charge towards the banner of the Tartar Chinese army.

"Die for me!"

The speed of the big black horse under him was extremely fast, Cao Bianjiao vigorously rushed forward, but it was only a moment of effort, and he killed in front of the Chinese army banner of the Tartars, and shouted violently, and the big iron gun in his hand rolled up a rain of guns, enveloping the front of his body!

As the cold pear blossom-like spear shadows flashed, there was no enemy under his command, and a bloody hole appeared in the throat of the Tartar that he bumped into along the way, and he lacked even the ability to stop for a moment.

"Humph! Since you can't run, am I afraid that you won't succeed?. ”

Seeing that the retreat route had been cut off, Wa Xing'a also made up his mind: "When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I, the people of the wolf god, have never been afraid of anyone!" ”

Wa Xing'a thinks so because he has relied on it: he has fought with too many generals of the Ming Empire, and none of them are his opponents.

Just half a year ago, outside Jinzhou City, he even fought with Zhao Shujiao, a famous brave general of the Ming Empire, and killed Zhao Shujiao.

The young general in front of him, although he was full of abyss, could not be more powerful than Zhao Shujiao and Man Gui.

In recent years, a Niu Lu's Houjin cavalry has defeated 10,000 soldiers of the Ming Empire from time to time, giving Wa Xing'a a little confidence.

Wa Xing'a, who was determined, took a few Niu Lu Ezhen around him, did not retreat, but advanced, and accelerated towards Cao Bianjiao, who was chopping melons and vegetables on the Tartars.

There was only a distance of more than 100 meters between the two, and under the extreme speed of the war horses on both sides, the two collided together in just a few blinks.

"Ming will die! Fight with me! ”

Waxing'a just arrived in front of Cao Bianjiao, and with the help of the speed of the BMW, people borrowed the horse's momentum!

The mace he was holding in both hands carried the sound of "woo" wind, and smashed straight towards Cao Bianjiao, who had just stabbed a white-armored soldier to death!

"Humph! Well done! ”

Cao Bianjiao's mind had already locked on this Tartar general wearing triple iron armor, where would his sneak attack succeed?

"Want to sneak up on me? Dream! ”

The big iron spear in his hand shook suddenly, and nine huge spear flowers were released, and the latter came first to meet the opponent's mace.

At this moment, he actually stabbed out nine shots in a row!

"Qiang" "Qiang! ”……

After a rapid explosion, Waxing's mace was suddenly stopped, and even his arm was a little numb.

However, the spear flower sent out by Cao Bianjiao still missed two flowers, and instantly pierced the foreheads of the two Niu Lu who had come to Waxing's side!

"Ahh Three, vigorously! ”

When Wa Xing'a saw it, he was immediately stunned: this is a partner who has grown up with him!

The three of them don't know how many battles they have fought together, the three of them have been living and dying together, supporting them in adversity, and going all the way, I didn't expect that the two good partners would die so sadly in the hands of this young general

"I'll fight with you!"

The furious Wa Xing, although he already knew that he was slightly inferior to his opponent, the mace in his hand did not care whether he was drumming or not, and launched an endless violent attack on the opponent!

Cao Bianjiao was overjoyed in his heart, the big iron gun in his hand was shocked, and he pulled out a few spear flowers, and this Wa Xing, who was already like a madman, was fighting together.

He originally wanted to test the strength of a Tartar general of this level.

That's why he will walk through the entire battlefield, looking for each other everywhere to fight.

Otherwise, where would he be so thankless?

Wouldn't it be neat and easy to collapse this Tartar general with one shot?

With +3 Super Short Gun, it is also very cool to get a headshot kill against the enemy in the future.

At this time, Wang Fuqiang saw that he had blocked the last retreat of the Tartars, and led the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion to start the final slaughter of the enemy.

Groups of black-clothed and black-armored soldiers who were steadily advancing poured into this Tartar station, as if they were harvesting machines.

Under the command of Wang Fuqiang, the soldiers saw that there were enemies gathered and scattered them like a whirlwind.

The Tartar cavalry, which had lost its speed advantage, was undoubtedly slaughtered after the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion arrived on the battlefield from all directions

Compared with the enemy's bow and arrow, the crossbows and firearms held by the soldiers have too many advantages, and the soldiers of the Xuanwu Legion are all wearing armor, as long as they are not shot by the enemy, there is basically no big problem.

On the battlefield, often the attacks in the hands of the Tartars are shot into a hornet's nest before they are launched.

More Tartars, because they had no speed advantage and were not as good as the infantry, were stabbed off their horses by rounds of spear thrusts and died.

As time passed, the Xuanwu Legion gained more and more advantages, and the Tartars and hardcore traitors who were still alive on the battlefield died out at an extremely fast speed.

The number far exceeded that of the Xuanwu Legion of the Tartars, and under the command of Wang Fuqiang, an impermeable encirclement was formed.

Immediately afterwards, the encirclement quickly contracted and contracted, and the shouts of killing on the battlefield became lower and lower, and the battle was about to end.

"Dog Tartar, do you think I'm so good? I won't play with you anymore, I'll die! ”

Cao Bianjiao rarely met a strong opponent, so he fought with the other party to his heart's content.

Seeing that the overall situation has been decided, he knows that if he doesn't fight ruthlessly, the battle will end immediately, and he is not in the mood to practice his actual combat and play tricks on the other side.

With a decision in his heart, Cao Bianjiao suddenly pushed his strength to the extreme, from the original fifty percent to ten percent, and the gun speed doubled!

With a "poof" sound, the shadow of the gun dispersed, and Wa Xing'a was pierced through the heart by Cao Bianjiao, and he picked it up on the top of his head, just holding it like this, looking around the entire battlefield.

"Gushan is really dead!" ……

The last hundred or so Tartars left on the battlefield were making their last stubborn resistance, and when they saw this scene, they immediately fell into a collapse Dang Zheng