Chen Xiong didn't care so much anymore, and immediately replenished the energy for the Han army's treatment. He must be grateful to the Tartar for not rushing up and giving him time to heal. In the end, however, the Han army still lost hundreds, and now there are only 5,000 of the 6,000 men. Most of the dead were straw light soldiers, and they died quickly with low defenses. Soon, the more than 1,000 Han troops who were seriously injured also recovered, and after also replenishing the energy of the grass and wood soldiers, the Chen army lord became a prostration.

"Lord Wang, the Mongolian cavalry was defeated and suffered heavy losses, and the five thousand Han cavalry were wiped out."

Hauge frowned and sighed in anticipation.

"Uncle Wang wants to come and thousands of Han troops have also suffered heavy casualties, it's time for our Manchurian warriors to attack."

How could he know that the Mongols were so careless, and how could he know that the Han army also had the trick of replenishing blood.

Ah Min's heart was confused, and he always felt that it was not so easy: "Then we will send 4,000 people, and let the Han Eight Banner Mongols continue to send 3,000 people to charge and kill together on three sides." ”

"That's good." Haoge felt that this was just right, and this time he would definitely be able to destroy the last elite of the Han people.

Geng Zhongming's heart was cold, and he immediately received the order: "Tsk, the slave will arrange it." ”

Han Army, Han Army, who the hell are you! Geng Zhongming's heart is dripping blood, the 10,000 horses who came to Shandong, there are only 2,000 left after this war!

"What's going on?" The Mongol general twisted his head to the side, looking unhappy.

"General Tula, the Han army must be eliminated, if the Han army master kills hundreds of thousands of wolf soldiers and madmen to the grassland, presumably you Mongols will not have a good time, right?" Ah Min sneered and looked at the Mongolian general, if it weren't for the fact that there were few Jurchens, he would have to trap these wastes, he really wanted to cut this guy immediately.

This! The Mongolian general looked at the faces of the two princes in distress, and immediately spoke in a panic: "Okay, it can only be the last three thousand." Three thousand of our warriors have died, and the Hora tribe will not allow them to die in vain. ”

No matter how powerful the Han people are, the grassland desert is boundless and endless, and it is a big deal to hide in the north and west, and then the Han people can only cry and slip back. The Mongol general was not worried at all, but there was some hope in his heart, and the Han army finally killed Liaodong to kill these wild boar skins.

The Mongols were torn apart, and the internal hatred was very serious. The Mongols, who fought for power against each other and could not gather strength, could only submit to the Jurchens. Of course, if there are too many casualties and there is not much benefit, the Mongols will immediately stop doing it. The Xiaoice River era made the grassland even more bitter and cold, and they could not defeat the Ming army and border army, so they could only follow the Jurchens and mix some benefits. It was not until after the entry of Manchuria that most of the Mongols really succumbed to the Jurchens.

The 10,000 cavalry finally mixed together, all disorganized and led by the scattered Jurchens.

Seeing that the Tartars were so abrasive, Chen Xiong was worried that they would slip away, so he immediately ordered: "The whole army will attack and kill them all." At the same time, he waved his hand for the herald, the standard-bearer, and the militia to give the order.

"Kill, kill~" The five thousand Han soldiers responded, and the corpses that trampled on the ground charged again.

Chen Xiong controlled the heavy cavalry and charged close to him in a flat row, and he admitted that he couldn't afford to play the ability to kill alone.

The battle flag with red blood and black background waved high, and the black ball behind finally couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, kill, kill all the Tartars."

"Kill~" The militia who had been waiting for a long time also became excited, and 30,000 militiamen also began to jog forward, with 20,000 spearmen in front and sword and shield soldiers behind.

The sound of killing came, and Hauge was stunned for a moment and scolded: "What a gut, this Han army really deserves to die." ”

"The Jurchen iron horse is invincible in the world, kill this king~"

Kill ~ Ah Min, a veteran who has been killing people for decades, shouted thrillingly, and a killing word was domineering and continuous.

"Kill~" The Jurchen warriors waved their knives and forced the traitors to look at the two Tartars.

Ah~kill~ I can't stand the murderous aura of the master, and the two Tartars are selfless. The Mongolian iron horseman, with a cold heart, had to rush together.

Okay~ The Manchurian commanders sighed with satisfaction, and the invincible rush to kill was still driven by their Jurchens.

The 10,000 iron cavalry spanned very wide, like a huge fishing net, and the Han army was only a dense school of fish.

Boom ~ Boom ~

The Tartars sprinted at full speed, not caring if the horses would be broken.

Eight hundred meters, three hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters, the real technique begins to perform.

The Jurchen warriors took out their bows and arrows in a dashing manner, and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows. The two feet are very strong and grip the war horse, and the hands are wide open and closed.

Xiu Xiu ~ a rain of arrows, two showers of arrows.

In a flash, the Jurchen warriors had already shot two showers of arrows, and they even threw their bows and arrows after shooting. Bows and arrows fell on the heads of the backward Mongols, making the Mongol warriors curse incessantly.

Boom~ Ertar's blood boiled: "The master is powerful, and the Jurchen iron rider is invincible in the world." ”

Hehe~ Invincible! The Mongols smiled secretly, and they also had weak arrows, but the strength was really afraid that they would hit the Jurchen allies in front.

Thousands of sharp piercing the air, this is the rain of death.

"Ah~" The military master was startled, and couldn't hold back anymore.

Eighteen palms of the dragon descending~

Spray~

The condensed energy suddenly increased, and the flying ball of light also expanded countless times in an instant.

Boom~ The sun in the night was warm and bright, and the clearly visible arrows began to fly wildly, and there were many bends and softness writhing in the air.

Arrows within 100 meters of the military master's head were blown away, and arrows within 200 meters were also deflected by the air current.

Although there were no arrows nearby, Chen Xiong's scalp was still numb, and the dense sound of fleshing behind him was unusually ear-cutting.

Thousands of Han soldiers were hit by arrows, and even hundreds of scarecrows were covered by arrows and then fell weakly.

The distance between the two armies was only forty meters, and it was already close at hand.

"Throwing spear~" Chen Xiong's heart moved, and the wooden spear that had been prepared flew out instantly.

Thirty meters ~

Xiuxiu ~ The second wave of wooden spears flew out again.

In two waves, 10,000 short spears set off a headwind. The stubborn north also had to turn back at this moment to avoid the edge.

"Ah~" may have been expected, even if it was dim and couldn't see clearly, many cavalrymen were also wielding steel knives on their heads.

Bell bell bell ~~ The knight really blocked half of the short spear.

Whoop~ This is the sound of horse meat, and the smell of blood is also the smell of horse blood.

Boom~ The men and horses rolled down, even if they blocked the short spear, two thousand cavalry fell on the front line. This is still the formation has been opened, otherwise a large number of people will die like the Mongols before.

Kill ~ The real Tartar and the second Tartar fought side by side, and their friendship instantly warmed up, and they enthusiastically rushed to the Han army.

"Kill~ Kill." The Mongol iron horsemen also shouted frantically.

"Kill~kill." The Mongols waved their swords and shouted, but they all began to kill the two wings of the Han army.

Kill~ The Mongolian sound shook the world, but the Mongolian pony seemed to be running slower and slower.

Seeing that the Mongols shouted so bravely, the Jurchen warriors and the two Tartars responded enthusiastically. The Tartar commander shouted: "The Mongol warriors are really mighty. ”

"Haha kill~"

"Die, die." The excited Shengfan Tartar actually stepped on the horse's back, and then jumped and pounced on Chen Junzhu.

It's a martial arts master! Chen Xiong panicked and slashed, and immediately swept the sky in a semicircle.

As soon as the thighs of the air master Tartar were numb, they were lined up from the middle. Suddenly, the two long sabers on the left and right also swept left and right, and the master tartar was divided into several pieces like pork.

"Fuck~" With a lower head, Chen Xiong barely dodged the corpse, but a stream of blood also flowed from his neck to his buttocks.

Boom~ Two or three hundred horses' heads collided, and the horses' heads in Liaodong broke and their necks were crooked. The Trojan of the Han army was not having a good time, and the Trojan had a headache and closed his eyes.

The sound of killing caused a sensation in the world, and the 40,000 Han militia were not willing to lag behind, and they all began to accelerate their charge.

"Chong~Chong~~"

The Mongols rejoiced when they saw that the Han soldiers were so close. They knew that the elite of the Han army should be only a few thousand, and the boundless flow of people in the distance should be some weak soldiers.

"Mongol warriors, kill with me." The commander shouted and ordered, turning the horse's head to speed up.

"Haha, kill~"

The Mongols were overjoyed and could finally adjust their direction. At least you can run for a while, and you don't need to fight those Han madmen hand-to-hand. As soon as they met, three thousand died, and the Han army and Mongols were also afraid. They moved to the two wings, and they also found that it seemed that the elite of the Han army was not only three or two thousand, but several thousand, or even more.

"Okay, good to come." The black ball grinned with a big tooth in his mouth, and he carried a bundle of short wooden spears on his back, and they were all wooden spears with iron tips, and the blood-thirsty wooden spears could not help but project into the flesh.