A thousand Tartar Iron Horsemen stared at the miserable situation in the mountain road with wide eyes, and they had been fearless all along, and they actually felt a panic in their hearts.

"It can't be true, can it?"

"These people, no, are they still human?"

"Commander Ezhen?" The brave strong man also lost his usual spirit, he was really afraid, those people in the mountains were not afraid of death at all, and they didn't seem to be able to kill them.

The scarecrow, who lost his left hand after being hit by more than a dozen knives, was still slashing and killing people. They are completely disregarded by swords and guns, and only care about killing the enemy. There are also people who are simply invulnerable, and the speed at which they kill people and wield knives is even more astonishing.

The rude and stout hairy middle-aged commander, his face was indifferent at this time, and he actually had a gentle taste, and I saw him whisper: "Here, let's go, let's go back and report to the prince." ”

The wild maidens who treat human flesh as mutton are also unusually quiet at this time, and they feel a little scared for the first time without fear of death.

The Tartar cavalry left happily, and as for the thousands of dead people, they didn't care anymore.

"What the hell is going on over there in Sidoruth?" Hauge, who was at the gate of the barracks, asked immediately when he saw his generals returning.

Huh~ shook his head and said slowly: "Wang~ Lord, those Han Eight Banners are all dead, then~ those Han people are simply not like people~~"

"What is all dead~"

Hauge angrily asked, "What the hell is going on, you tell me more clearly." ”

A few minutes later, Hauge smiled coldly and turned back to the camp.

Watching Haoge leave, Ah Min smiled bitterly: Sure enough, this Han army will be a big threat to their Jurchens.

After this battle, the Tartars also quieted down. Even the next day, the Tartar did not make a move.

On the third day of the battle, the last group of Han Chinese had already arrived at the dock to board the ship, which meant that it was time for their Han army to retreat.

"My lord, you and the infantry go first, we are riding away tonight." After the battle, Chen Chang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, my lord, you should board the ship first, and we will leave it here." Wu Liu also said.

Looking at the many expectant eyes, Chen Xiong smiled lightly: "Okay, no need to say more." The recruits have seen blood, so you can leave tonight, and I will leave tomorrow night with the three front armies. ”

Although everyone was on board, there were still a large number of tools and objects piled up on the docks. Without these supplies, their 80,000 people will face even greater difficulties after landing on the island.

"Lord~"

Chen Xiong shook his head and signaled that everyone didn't need to say more.

Ay! Chen Chang smiled bitterly, he knew that the Lord Guild was like this.

After resting for a day and two nights, the tartar finally couldn't help but move.

Hauge looked at the mountain road and said to a thousand Tartars, "You all give me to the top of the mountain, and you must not let the Han army go up again." ”

"It's the prince."

Then a thousand wild Jurchen Tartars divided into two teams and walked towards the mountains and forests.

Looking at the movement of the Tartar, Chen Xiong smiled, "Hehe, the Tartar is also afraid." ”

"Lord, they don't want to sneak up on us from the mountain, do they?" Wu Liu was slightly worried.

Chen Xiong shook his head and said, "This mountain road will be handed over to them, let's go." ”

Knowing that the Han army had retreated, Haoge was also shocked: Could it be a fraud.

Looking at the quiet Hulu Mountain, Ah Min was angry: "Hmph, these cowards will only play some tricks." ”

Two hours later, the wild girl had climbed to the top of the mountain.

"Okay, General, you can start, and this time you must defeat them." After the men at the top of the mountain confirmed that there was no ambush, Hauge immediately gave the order.

"It's the prince." The commander of Haizhou has just been promoted to the commander of the 12,000 Tartars, but his face is full of red light, but he doesn't see a single thing!

Woo woo ~ woo woo ~ ~ ~~

As the two tartars entered the mountain, the mournful trumpets did not stop. 10,000 and 2 Tartars flocked to the mountain road intensively, but the Tartars under the lively crowd did not feel a little warmth.

A third of the way has passed, half of the mountain road has passed, and the final trench has been formed.

Looking at the quiet trenches and the Han army outside the mountain pass, the second Tatar general didn't think much about giving an order immediately.

"Give me the vanguard, see if there is an ambush."

One hundred and two tartars, carrying knives and wooden shields, slowly walked towards the trenches step by step. Thousands of corpses were still there along the way, and they almost stepped on the dead.

Seeing that they were like turtles, the general finally couldn't help but scold: "Hurry up for the damned ones, otherwise the archers will prepare." ”

"It's the general."

Then the little commander was furious, and his big feet flew up and yelled at the same time: ", run for Lao Tzu." ”

Ah~ The second tartar who rolled around with a hot buttocks, without complaints, quickly followed everyone.

"Hey, no one."

"Haha, it's really nobody."

Running through the trenches, all the Tartars were extremely happy.

"This, is it possible that the Han army can't hold it and will withdraw, and it is estimated that they will also suffer heavy casualties." Thinking of this, the blood on the face of the Tartar General surged, showing the red light that it should have.

Outside the mountain pass, which is tens of meters wide, the Han army rarely has only 1,200 people. Three hundred wooden men are mixed with seven hundred scarecrows, that is, one wooden man with three wooden scarecrows.

"This should be broken, only this little person, hehe seems to God help me." The Tartar general clenched his fists, and the joy in his eyes grew.

Chen Xiongyu was on another dirt slope with the three commanders, waiting for the results. At this time, the infantry of the native Han army had begun to withdraw, and the cavalry also began to retreat after the afternoon.

"Lord, these heroes are really extraordinary." In the face of the arrival of tens of thousands of enemies, more than 1,000 of them still did not move, and the arrogant Zhang Shou also had to be respected.

Chen Xiong smiled casually, didn't speak, just nodded. The fortifications were all two Tartars, and he also saw that the Tartars were also afraid of death. There are only a few of them, and if they can, they will try not to die.

After the joy, the general of Haizhou City also began to order.

"Haha, the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune is right in front of you, who will go first?" The general looked at several military leaders with a smile, this was an opportunity to make great contributions, and he didn't think about which one to give for a while!

This!

The five military leaders almost couldn't help but retreat. Why is the general's smile so strange, let us send us to death and look good for you.

Seeing that everyone was stunned, the general shook his head and smiled: I really don't know how to cherish it!

"Well, in that case, you will send out four hundred men and defeat these eyesores for me, but remember to chase after you so as not to be ambushed."

"It's the general." The leaders of the army were relieved that they finally did not have to send them to death in person, as for the pursuit of the enemy, it should be the business of the cavalry.

Soon the two thousand people were assembled, and the hundreds of people who were in the forefront were all at a loss.

"Hey! This time it's over. ”

"Hehe, forget it, I've lived enough."

"Don't think about it if I die, let's die together." The two Tartars glared angrily ahead, and at this point, the blood in their bones was also completely stimulated.

In the era of cold weapons, the most ruthless fight is the wave that charges into battle. In many battles, the victory or defeat of the striker already represents the final victory or defeat.

The two thousand Tartars moved slowly at first, then faster and faster.

Rush~

"Kill, kill them all~"

"Kill~"