When the sun was setting and there was no distant mountain in the west, Li Xiao's whole army set off from Jinjiazhuang Fort, and under the guidance of two Zuda Lebu cavalry, they quickly marched south. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The afterglow, thick as blood, smeared the entire vast and dry land, and also wrapped all the ironclad Li Xiaojun. Every person, every horse, every weapon is reflected in contrasting black and red, imbued with a rough and sharp feeling, like a natural abstract painting.

Li Xiaojun went to the aid of the Zuda Music Club this time, except for 60 Lu Mi guns, all of them went to the expedition. And they didn't have a Luminous Gun because it was too late in the day and the light was not enough for them to reload the firebolt, so it was useless to bring it.

When Li Xiaojun was urgently marching south, on a slope on the south bank of the Nanhe River, Zu Dale, the deputy commander of the Liaodong Forward Battalion, who was dressed in mountain armor, watched his military formation become smaller and smaller by the Tartars surrounded on three sides, and looked at the soldiers and soldiers of Liaodong who followed him and rushed thousands of miles from Jinzhou in western Liaoning to the Xuanfu Longmen Guard, constantly screaming and dying under the sharp sword of the Tartars, his face was full of despair.

Zu Dale subconsciously looked around again, in the hazy shadow of the moon, except for the night between heaven and earth, where was the shadow of half a reinforcement.

A wry smile suddenly crossed Zu Dale's face.

The Ming officials and soldiers have long been afraid of Tartar like tigers. Seeing death without saving, single-mindedly protecting oneself, and dying friends without dying in poverty, has long been the habitual choice of the Ming army everywhere, and their current situation is just a repetition of the scene when countless Ming armies were destroyed in the past.

"I didn't expect that my ancestor Dale had fought all his life, but he was going to die here tonight!" Zu Dale let out a long sigh, and the long sword in his hand was put down on his neck with difficulty.

A thick right hand held down Zu Dale's hand holding the sword.

"My lord, don't give up on yourself! Now, the defeat of our army has been decided, and the only way out is to abandon the car and protect the commander! Jin Dakui, the captain of the family, squeezed Zu Dale's right hand tightly with his right hand, and persuaded with a crying voice.

"Bastard! If you want the general to abandon this old brother in Liaodong, it is better to kill the general with a knife! Zu Dale gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.

"My lord! Now is not the time to be pushy! Now that the reinforcements are delayed, the defeat of our army is decided, and if the whole army dies here, what good will it do! If you can escape across the river before the Tartars break the formation, and leave some seeds for our army, then the death of these old brothers is still worth it! Kim Dakyu mourned and persuaded him.

Zu Dale's face twitched, his beard trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

"My lord, the collapse of our army is imminent, and if you don't leave, it's too late!"

Zu Dale is like a puppet, but two lines of turbid tears burst out of his eyes and slowly slide down.

Seeing that the winner would hesitate like this, Jin Dakui was so anxious that he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, a whistling poisonous arrow smirked through Zu Dale's arm armor and shot deep into Zu Dale's left arm, and the blood instantly soaked the dusty placket.

Zu Dale snorted and almost fell off the horse, but fortunately he was quickly supported by the family next to him.

Jin Dakui's eyes were blood-red, and he immediately gritted his teeth and shouted: "Master Zu has been injured, all the family members listen to my order and quickly escort General Zu across the river!" ”

"Order!"

A group of cavalry pulled their heads and stepped into the rippling South River, stepping on a large splash.

Jin Dakui drove the horse with one hand, and held the reins of Zu Dale's mount with the other, and hurriedly stepped into the South River.

Zu Dale didn't speak, he was hit by an arrow in the arm, with a look of defeat, and followed Jin Dakui's actions indifferently.

Until this time, Li Xiao's troops had just arrived.

Li Xiao's whole army marched for half an hour, and he could already see from a distance the Nanhe River in the south, which was like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, and at the same time, he could also hear in his ears that from the side of the Nanhe, there were faint sounds of fighting and shouting.

"Lord Li, look, General Soldier Zu is crossing the river with cavalry!" The cavalryman pointed sharply, pointed ahead, and said in a loud voice.

Li Xiao condensed his eyebrows and looked closely, and sure enough, he could see that there were dozens of cavalrymen, surrounded by a general, and rushed into the Nanhe.

Behind these cavalry, there were even smaller infantrymen, desperately blocking the onslaught of the Tartar army.

Seeing this scene, Li Xiao's heart sank suddenly.

Zuda Club, it's over!

It seemed to him that when the generals abandoned the army and fled, the infantry of the Zuda Le Division was about to collapse.

Li Xiao understood that the situation was already so critical, and Nazu Dale regarded those infantry as outcasts to stop the enemy, which was really a helpless strategy to lose the car and protect the commander. Otherwise, I am afraid that Zu Dale's entire army will be buried on the south bank of the South River.

"The whole army stops! Set up a formation on the spot, and all the flying harriers will follow the official to pick up the ancestral general soldier and retreat! ”

Li Xiao coldly ordered.

The two cavalrymen were shocked, and they cried out in a wail: "Lord Li, my Liaodong soldiers and horses are all on the south bank, if you don't rescue urgently, I'm afraid that the whole army will be wiped out soon!" ”

"What a use in saying this! Li Moufei doesn't want to save it, but he can't save it! Now these Liaodong soldiers, the commander has fled, and they are surrounded on all sides, and the collapse is on the verge of collapse, and our army will not be able to catch up with the river at all! ”

Li Xiao's face was as heavy as iron, and his words made the two cavalrymen speechless. The two glanced at each other and hugged each other and cried.

Li Xiao didn't have time to say anything more to them, so he immediately ordered Tian Wei, the chief commander of General A, to let all the soldiers immediately set up a battle formation on the spot, in preparation for the Tartar army to cross the river and attack.

Now, Li Xiao understands that the general trend of Zu Dale has gone, and the only thing that matters is to work hard to rescue Zu Dale himself.

The kind of protagonist is mighty and domineering, as long as he appears, it is a scene like the aura of the enemy breaking the courage, and it will only be in those high senses. Lewd travel to the text.

After Li Xiao finished the order, he personally led 50 flying harriers and galloped towards the north bank of the Nanhe River.

In a brutal war, bad things come faster than good things.

Li Xiao and the group of flying harriers had just started, when they heard bursts of crying and wailing from the other side of the Nanhe River, mixed with the proud roars and laughter of the tartars.

At this time, Zu Dale and his family had just trekked halfway through the South River, and the remaining Zu Dale troops on the south bank finally collapsed.

They wept and threw their swords, and knelt down in surrender, but the red-eyed Tartars did not want to give them a way to live. Slashing and slashing, stabbing and stabbing horses, quickly and cruelly harvesting the young lives of these ancestral Dale soldiers, the entire south bank of the South River is full of corpses and bloody wilderness, and it is miserable.

Zu Dale Jin Dakui and others, who were trudging hard in the river, all had a look of resentment and sorrow on their faces, and they slammed their horses' bellies and struggled to move towards the north bank.

If you want to run, it's not that easy!

More than 200 heavily armed Tartar horsemen, armed with spears and leaping horses, roared over the dead or undead Zu Dale soldiers on the ground, and rushed into the Nanhe River in the midst of a terrible scream, intending to capture the fleeing Zu Dale and others in one fell swoop.

On the south bank, there were hundreds of follow-up archers, cross-legged and drawn their bows, and threw them at the backs of Zu Dale and others.

Zu Dale and the others saw that there were pursuers attacking behind them, and they heard the sound of whistling arrows, everyone became more and more frightened, and the team scattered a lot. The three Jiading cavalrymen were instantly hit by arrows, screamed and fell to the rolling eastward Nanhe River, and then were rushed away without a trace.

Zu Dale, Jin Dakui and others were overwhelmed with grief, but they didn't dare to stop for a while.

The arduous trek to the north shore became a path paved with blood and death.

The cavalry, who kept being hit by arrows, fell off their horses screaming, and then they were swallowed up by the rolling South River, and two cavalrymen were panicked and unstable in controlling their horses, and even their men and horses fell into the river, and they never floated again.

A sharp light arrow flew in a brisk posture, emitting a slight chirp, grazing the edge of Zu Dale's mountain armor to cover the heart mirror, and fiercely burrowed into Zu Dale's back.

A sharp pain came, and Zu Dale almost fell off his horse again, but fortunately, the cavalry next to him was quick and supported him, so as not to let him fall into the river.

"Everyone, run away by yourselves, I'm afraid the old man won't be able to hold on."

Zu Dale's face was pale, and he was constantly losing blood from his arms and back, and he was almost exhausted physically and mentally. At this moment, he felt that the sparkling river in front of him and the vast land on the other side seemed to begin to become hazy and unreal, and an unprecedented sleepiness quietly enveloped him completely.

"Don't be discouraged, sir, cheer up! Hold on a little longer, and we'll be ashore! In Zu Dale's ears, Jin Dakui's voice was shouting loudly, full of sadness.

Jin Dakui and another cavalryman clamped tightly on both sides of Zu Dale to prevent Zu Dale from falling from exhaustion, while he tightly pulled the reins of Zu Dale's horse and walked intermittently to the north bank.

The arrows rained down and the arrows roared, and when the Zuda Lebu finally stepped on the edge of the north bank, most of the cavalry of the family had been hit by arrows.

The sound of arrows whistling behind them had disappeared, and the Tartar infantry began to clean up the battlefield on the spot. Only the more than 200 Tartar riders were still trekking across the river, chasing after Zu Dale and his group.

Jin Dakui gritted his teeth and struggled with another cavalryman to pull Zu Dale's mount up to the north bank.

Looking at the remaining Ding cavalry, Jin Dakui looked sad and inexplicable. Before he could speak, he suddenly leaned over something on his shoulder.

It's Zu Dale's head.

Zu Dale, who was struggling to finally cross the river, finally couldn't support it anymore at this moment and fainted.

"Your Excellency!" Jin Dakui let out a wail, and his face, like all the remnants of the cavalry, was full of despair.

Now everyone is in a state of despair, and the Lord will be unconscious, and it will be difficult to move. The current situation can really be described as a desperate situation!

What to do?

Do you want to surrender to these Tartars who have pursued you?

Supporting Zu Dale who fainted in the past, Jin Dakui, the captain of the family, suddenly had a terrible blank in his mind.

"Captain Jin, look, it seems that there are officers and soldiers coming from the north!"

A cavalryman's voice full of surprise sounded in Jin Dakui's ears.

Jin Dakui raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, a group of Ming cavalry dressed in black iron-scale armor was rushing in his direction.

Jin Dakui suddenly burst into tears, as if he had found a life-saving straw, and waved and shouted to those Ming cavalrymen almost frantically.

Under the hazy moonlight, Li Xiao had seen from a distance that Zu Dale was being held in his arms by a person who looked like a family captain, and Li Xiao, who was anxious like fire in his heart, slammed his crotch under the BMW Modian, and the Modian hissed, speeding up the speed of running more and more.

Soon, Li Xiao took the lead and led a group of flying harrier cavalry, like a whirlwind, and quickly came to Jin Dakui.

Jin Dakui gasped and was about to explain to Li Xiao, but was urgently stopped by Li Xiao's gesture.

"This is not the place to speak, wait for me to withdraw as soon as possible!"

Li Xiao, who had a solemn face, took Zu Dale from Jin Dakui's arms, rested on his legs, and then pulled his horse's head and rushed back towards Li Xiaojun's main formation.

Li Xiao and a group of flying harriers rushed forward, and Jin Dakui and others followed closely.

Li Xiaojun had just run more than 200 paces, and the more than 200 Tartar horsemen also went ashore one after another.

The Tartar cavalry saw the remnants of the fleeing cavalry and the group of flying harriers from Li Xiao's army coming to help, but there were more than 60 people in all, and immediately everyone's faces were full of joy and excitement, and they let out a series of beast-like howls and chased after them.

The Tartar cavalry chased quickly, and the distance between them and Li Xiao and Jin Dakui, who were fleeing in front, kept shortening.

Jin Dakui's troops were already exhausted due to the lack of men and horses, and the speed of their escape north became slower and slower, and Li Xiaojun's flying harriers had to slow down in order to ensure that they could keep up smoothly.

Seeing that the Ming army was in a state of decline, the faces of the Tartar riders were all greedy.

They felt like a pack of wolves that were teasing the yellow sheep in the grassland, and when they were exhausted from chasing the yellow sheep, they gave them a ferocious blow that killed them.

One hundred steps.

Fifty steps.

Twenty steps!

The Tartar riders who were about to catch up with Jin Dakui and the rest of the Jiading cavalry took off throwing axes, throwing knives, throwing hammers, and thistle terrestris bones and other throwing weapons from their bodies, aiming at the backs of the Jiading cavalry who were scattered in formation and had collapsed!

At this moment, everyone heard a strange noise.

It was the sound of neat footsteps, the sound of grinding against the iron armor, and the crisp sound of swords colliding, which began to cut as thin as a silkworm eating mulberry leaves, and then, rapidly, became vast and boundless, and seemed to be coming from an extremely vast territory in the north.

All the Tartars did not feel a moment's stagnation.

These Tartars, who were extremely experienced in combat, immediately understood that there were a large number of well-trained Ming infantry who were coming towards them.

The Tartar cavalry hesitated, but Jin Dakui and the rest of the cavalry did not stop fleeing wildly, and they quickly disappeared into the black infantry that was pouring in from the north.

The Tartarsmen, who were greatly distracted by the influx of infantry, threw their throwing weapons in the head, and only a throwing axe and a throwing knife hit the fleeing cavalry, inflicting minor injuries on them.

Facing the rows of snow-bright spears in the distance, which shone with a cold glow in the moonlight, every Tartar changed his face.

They are not fools, and they know that in such a situation, if they still crash into the infantry battle formation like a forest of spears, it is tantamount to seeking death.

It's a pity that the big fish in his hand let him run away.

The Tartars had a look of unwillingness on their faces.

The unwillingness on their faces quickly turned into consternation.

Because the sound of horses' hooves was getting louder and louder, and suddenly the ground moved.

A group of heavily armored cavalry in a wedge-shaped battle formation, like black phantoms emerging from the dark night, rushed towards the hesitant Tartars from a slope on one side!

The Tartars rushed over, and with a terrible scream, they turned their horses around and headed south.

It's late.

The heavily armored cavalry, which had fully accelerated, stabbed the entire wedge-shaped battle formation like a huge black thorn, fiercely poking into the scattered Tartar cavalry formation.

The heavy cavalrymen with spears in their arms were like bloodthirsty grim reapers, frantically reaping the lives of the tartars on both sides who could not dodge. In a terrible wail, the Xuanhu Heavy Rider ploughed a wide and straight path of blood from the Tartar cavalry array.

There were more than forty Tartars, killed or wounded in the fierce raid of the Xuanhu Heavy Cavalry.

As for the Xuanhu heavy cavalry, only three cavalrymen were slightly wounded.

In the darkness of the night, the fierce impact of the Xuanhu heavy cavalry and the huge death it caused formed a strong sense of terror, which actually caused these long-standing Tartar cavalry to collapse with one blow.

Without the slightest desire to fight, they fled south screaming, their hooves bursting through the abdomen and chest of the wounded tartars, making a dull and terrible porphyry sound. By the time the frightened Tartars had departed, the many wounded Tartars who had been rolling and wailing on the ground were silent and motionless.

Tian Wei's Xuanhu heavy cavalry did not chase after him, but quickly dismounted all of them, beheaded those Tartars on the spot, stripped off their armor, and gathered sixteen able-bodied Tartar war horses that had no time to escape.

The Xuanhu heavy riders moved skillfully and quickly, decapitating the level, stripping the armor, taking weapons, and collecting the horses, all of which were completed in five or six minutes. Immediately, everyone received the spoils of war, and with a happy face, like those Li Xiaojun infantry, they turned around and returned north to Jinjiazhuang Fort.

At this moment, it is almost time.

Between heaven and earth, it was quiet again.

The evening breeze that has become cool blows away the dark clouds next to the moon, and the moonlight that reflects the earth becomes bright and gentle, like a holy singer who sings for eternity, awakening and taking away the human souls hidden in the corpses on both sides of the South River, and going together to a peaceful country where there will be no more strife and fighting, never to return. (To be continued.) )