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"My lord, the Tartars are up again!"

The two panting officers looked at the black pressure and killed the Jin cavalry rushing over, their faces bitter.

The disparity between the enemy and our forces was too great, and although the previous waves of attacks by the Jin army were repulsed, they also exhausted the soldiers of the Ming army. Many of the soldiers in front of them had their arms aching and numb, and they couldn't use any strength.

"What's the panic, come up, come up, and fight to the death!"

Yang Huan spat blood with a "phew", he was hit by the Jin Army's war horse when he was shooting a soldier's spear for an arrow, which hurt his chest a lot, and he didn't know if he hurt his ribs.

"My lord, can we go back?"

These two officers came from Dongchang with Yang Huan, so they knew that this battle was to lure the enemy. It's just that they have been besieged by the Jin soldiers, and there are many Jin soldiers and cavalry, so they are inevitably worried.

After all, no one in the world is not afraid of death, if it weren't for the initiative to seek a fortune, the two of them would have taken off their clothes and ran away.

"If you want to go back alive, kill a few more Jiannu!" Yang Huan glanced at the two officers, and his gaze was very cold.

"Yes, sir."

The two officers knew Yang Huan's temper and were so frightened that they didn't dare to say anything more.

Looking back, Yang Huan looked at the sentry tower, Xiao Bozhi's figure was still standing there, for some reason, Yang Huan's eyes flashed a little disdain: a reckless man can be the governor, why can't he Yang Huan! Gonggong Wei is the most important military merit, and today's son also attaches great importance to military merit, as long as he Yang Huan dares to fight on the battlefield, there will be no future!

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On the sentry platform, Xiao Bozhi was not alone, and Wei Xuewen was also there.

"On the right flank are the guards of the Jiannu banner owner, and it seems that Abai has put all the money down." Xiao Bozhi handed Wei Xuewen the clairvoyant mirror given to him by his father-in-law Wei.

Wei Xuewen hurriedly picked up the clairvoyant mirror and squinted one eye to look carefully, and sure enough, there were dozens of cavalry on the right flank of the Jin Army's cavalry who looked obviously different from ordinary Tartar soldiers.

"Each flag of Jiannu has the habit of selecting elite armor soldiers, more than hundreds of flags, less than dozens of flags, all of which are guards, and dividends and white, called swinging teeth. The White Tooth Lama is the slave chieftain's own hand, and the number is smaller, while the Red Tooth Lama is the leader of the banners, and the number is larger, and the battle is very fierce..."

"So, those red-armored soldiers are at the bottom of the box with white flags?"

"So to speak."

Xiao Bozhi heyed, the metaphor of pressing the bottom of the compartment is also appropriate.

Wei Xuewen thought for a while and said: "General, our army's infantry is exhausted by this time, so it is better for the last general to lead his troops to rush and kill for a while, so as to lighten the pressure on our army." ”

"There are so many cavalry in Jianzhou, how many can you kill? The other party is holding his breath and wants to swallow us, and you will lead people to rush up, only to find death. ”

After speaking, Xiao Bozhi turned around and patted Wei Xuewen's shoulder, and said solemnly: "If you go to die, it is better to keep your strength, you must know, whether our army can go back can be all pointed at you." ”

Hearing this, Wei Xuewen's expression was solemn: "Don't worry, the general will go back even if he dies!" ”

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"Knock knock!"

Suddenly the drums sounded behind the Jin army, and the morale of the Jin army who heard the drum was greatly boosted, especially the Dokana Division, which had just joined the battlefield.

Having learned the lesson of the blind charge of the First Jiala, Dokana did not lead his troops directly to the Ming line, but always stabilized his horse's speed and ordered his troops to shoot arrows on their horses.

Although those arrows were not accurate at all, thousands of large arrows fell at the same time after a round of arrow rain, which gave people a very depressing psychological impression.

"Dodge the arrows, dodge the arrows!"

The officers shouted loudly and ordered the soldiers to raise their shields, and at the sound of "horn and horn", all kinds of shields that had just been plucked out of the arrows were nailed all over again.

The Jin army continued to release arrows while advancing, and the big arrows that "roared" continued to fall from the sky, suddenly left, suddenly right, and suddenly straight above the head, making people unguardable.

In order not to be shot by the arrows of the Jin army, many of them had to crouch under the shields of their comrades, which made the Jin army suffer no casualties except for being disturbed by firearms such as flying air strikes and thieves and thunderbolts.

Zhou Xiaoqi, who had led his subordinates to act as a probe, was also unlucky, and he was hiding well, but because he went to pull a stunned green man and was hit by an arrow in his left arm, "click", the arrow can be said to have passed through his arm in an instant, and the strong force took him back a few steps.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up!"

Zhou Xiaoqi ignored the huge pain in his left arm, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, letting the blood gush straight out, and screaming desperately.

In the line of sight, most of the soldiers of their own side were crouched behind the wooden fence, and few dared to emerge from under the shield.

After discovering that the Ming army was effectively suppressed, the rest of the first armor of Gurto also advanced in time, and Gurto even beat horses to the front line.

"Shoot, shoot, shoot me hard, shoot those southern barbarians!"

The archers of the golden soldiers kept loosening the bowstrings, and many people's fingers were strangled with blood, but they still shot desperately, eager to shoot all the arrows in the quiver behind their backs.

The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty behind the wooden fence were anxious, and the soldiers had already loaded the medicine and waited for the order to fire from the Shangguan, but they never waited for the order to release the guns.

Without orders, they had to crouch and hide under their shields, or crouch behind the wooden fence, watching the Jin cavalry get closer and closer.

In the camp, a horse pulling a cart was suddenly shot by a falling arrow, and immediately neighed in pain and ran wildly, and dozens of other wagons that were frightened by this run also went on a rampage like headless flies, knocking down several tents in the camp.

Such chaos frightened some Ming soldiers, and a soldier with a spear suddenly dropped his spear and ran backwards, but before he could run out of Zhangxu, a sharp knife slashed him to the ground.

"Those who retreat from the battle, slash!"

Xiao Bozhi, who was dressed in armor, carried a blood-stained long knife in his hand, and was not afraid of the arrows falling from the sky above his head, and walked forward step by step.

From time to time, arrows were shot at Xiao Bozhi's body, but they made a crisp jingle and fell to the ground.

"General!"

Yang Huan rushed out with an arrow step, and was about to speak, but Xiao Bozhi shook his head at him, and then walked to the wooden fence and looked ahead.

The Jin army was already within a hundred zhang, and the cavalry in front had obviously increased the speed of their horses, and it didn't take them ten breaths to rush to the wooden fence.

Behind them, followed by the black and oppressive golden soldiers, the rain of arrows splashed in the air, and the screaming sound of "whooshing" made people's ears ache.

Even though Yang Huan was not afraid of death, his heart was also raised at this moment, he looked at Xiao Bozhi nervously, one breath, two breaths, three breaths, just when the expression of the golden soldier in front of him was clearly visible, Xiao Bozhi's right hand was raised, and then slashed down fiercely.

"Ignition!"

Yang Huan's voice didn't seem to come from his mouth, but seemed to jump out of his chest.

Suddenly, dozens of Ming soldiers armed with torches lit the torches in their hands towards the arquebuses buried under the wooden fence.

With a "poof" sound, the fire rope instantly disappeared from people's sight, as if swallowed by the earth.