"General Zu! Bachelor Hong! It's the Mongolian Tartars coming! ”

One of the guards next to Hong Chengchou screamed with a frightened face.

Hearing the shouts of this guard, and seeing this sudden huge change and danger, Zu Dashou and Hong Chengchou both changed their faces in an instant. And the 3,000 troops, who had been exhausted after a long journey, were all full of horror on their faces, and the whole army immediately began to be chaotic.

These people, especially Hong Chengchou's face, were the most embarrassed.

No, in the first place, I have arranged this westward plan, which will make this march difficult, but it should be smooth. After all, the Mongol tribes had to send troops to participate in the civil war of the Qing court, so that no Mongol Tatar would have the strength to fight their ideas on the road. But he didn't expect that people were not as good as heaven, and there would be Mongol Tatars who would unite and attack him, intending to destroy his own army, which was 3,000 but exhausted and poorly equipped.

Seeing the shouts of killing coming from all sides getting closer and closer, it seemed that he could faintly see the greasy faces of the Mongolian Tartars who rushed to the front, Hong Chengchou knew that if he didn't act quickly, his lone army would definitely be wiped out by the Mongolian Tartars who surrounded him on all sides.

And now, if you don't surrender and resist, there are undoubtedly only two ways out. One is to defend on the spot, and the other is to break through desperately.

Hong Chengchou quickly vetoed the first way in his heart. He knew that now that the whole army was tired, if he formed a formation on the spot, he would undoubtedly only be beaten passively, and he would not be the opponent of these nomadic cavalry at all.

Therefore, the only way out for the current self is to survive in the death, and take advantage of the fact that the Mongol Tartars have not yet completely merged with the dragon formation, and concentrate their forces to attack one point, in order to open a breakthrough and let the whole army break out.

As for how much damage the whole army will suffer after breaking out, and how many people will be able to escape from this extremely dangerous environment, it will only depend on the personnel and obey the fate of heaven.

Hong Chengchou had a fixed mind, and immediately ordered in a loud voice: "The whole army listens to the order, the Mongolian Tatars want to join forces to defeat us, how can we be captured!" It is necessary for the whole army to rush forward with all its strength in order to break the encirclement and break through and leave. The whole army is ready to kill the enemy with this master! ”

After Hong Chengchou gave the order, the hearts of the officers and men of the whole army were a little settled, and the original chaos had still subsided.

At this time, Zu Dashou on the side frowned, he quickly approached Hong Chengchou and shouted: "Heng Jiu! Our sergeants are tired and poorly equipped, so if we want to break through, it is not easy to talk about it! ”

"Fuyu! Don't you understand the current situation? Hong Chengchou replied anxiously with a worried face: "The only way out for our army now is to live to death, and strive to break through the siege to get a glimmer of life. ”

"Heng Jiu, have you ever thought that our army is extremely tired, and they are all infantry, so it is not easy to rush out of this Mongolian cavalry formation surrounded on all sides!" Zu Dashou sighed with a worried face. 'I am only afraid that our army's combat strength will be low, and once we fail to break through, we will all be lost under the bows and arrows of the Mongol Tartars! “

"Fuyu, now that the situation is so urgent, being able to escape as much as possible is the biggest victory, how can it be the time to discuss the battle damage!" Hong Chengchou said with an anxious face: "Risking death to break through, at least there is a glimmer of life, if you want to rely on this simple equipment to form a formation and defend in this flat place, I am afraid that the whole army will be shot by the Mongolian Tartars as a hedgehog!" “

When Zu Dashou heard this, he suddenly looked discouraged. He knew that what Hong Chengchou said was the truth, and the current situation was only effective when Li Ling broke through from the Xiongnu in the Western Han Dynasty and lived to die. As for how many people can break through and how many people can escape to the Ming Realm alive, they can really only resign themselves to fate.

Soon, the Mongolian Tatars surrounded on all sides formed a loose circular ring formation, surrounding Zu Dashou and Hong Chengchou's troops in the middle, and these trapped Qing troops were like a small island about to be swallowed up in the stormy waves.

Seeing the Qing troops in the round formation, who were surrounded and panicked, the greasy face of Wenbu Chuhuer, the great Jinong of the Eastern Tumut Division, who rushed head-on, was full of pride, which could not be described in words.

"Rush over! Rush over and shoot these clear dogs who don't know whether they are alive or dead! Wen Buchuhu roared: "These clear dogs are exhausted, and they are poorly equipped and all infantry, they are simply fucking lambs to the slaughter!" “

Next to him, another Jinong Shanba also shouted: "Sons, hurry up!" As long as you rush over and give them a volley, the Qinggou will definitely collapse the whole army, and when the time comes, we will only take the prisoners! ”

Listening to the loud encouragement of the two commanders, all the Mongol Tartars of the Eastern Tumut Division broke out into a burst of cheers in unison, each of them slamming their horses' bellies more and more violently, and rushing towards the Qing army more and more eagerly. Each of them had a greedy and eager expression on their faces, and in their eyes, these Qing troops, who were surrounded by groups from front to back, left and right, were already a group of slaves waiting to be distributed.

Seeing the rapid march of the troops of the Eastern Tumut Division, the deafening sound of the horses' hooves, and the harsh howl of the Mongolian Tatars, Hong Chengchou only felt that his throat was dry, and an almost unimaginable oppressive force came to his face, making him feel that it was difficult to breathe for a while, but he knew that the current moment had reached the last moment, and it was the time for the whole army to die.

"All the officers and men of the army, listen to my orders, the whole army will rush forward together, be sure to chisel a little bit, and get out of the Mongolian Tartars in front!" Hong Chengchou shouted hoarsely.

All the Qing troops let out a roar in unison, and Zu Dashou and many sons and nephews took the lead, taking the lead in killing the Mongolian Tatars who rushed forward.

The Qing army's fighting style of fighting like this caught the smoke soldiers of the East Tumut Department rushing in front of them off guard for a while, and many people did not have time to restrain the horse's hooves that were galloping at high speed, nor did they have time to shoot arrows with bows and arrows, so they collided with the Qing army and strangled each other.

The clanging of swords, the popping of swords and spears piercing into the body, the mournful screams of the fallen horses, and the death-threatening screams of the soldiers of the two armies were all mixed together almost instantly, like the joyful song of death.

In such a melee, there is no formation, there is no method of battle, only each other to fight hard, only each other mercilessly fierce slashing, from the sky, the soldiers of the two armies, like two strange beasts, are desperately biting, both sides know that only the death or fall of the other is their only life.

Zu Zepu, the second son of Zu Dashou, under the protection of several personal soldiers, had already slashed three Mongolian cavalrymen, and when he was roaring and slashing at the leg of another Mongolian Tatar cavalryman, a cold arrow roared and shot through his neck at once.

The surging blood suddenly gushed out unstoppably.

Zu Zepu stumbled for a moment, he suddenly found that the scene in front of him turned into a blood red in an instant, and the whole fighting scene was becoming more and more blurred, he made a weird ho sound in his mouth, and subconsciously used his hand to pull out the feather arrow with only a short arrow tail, but his body shook, and he fell to the ground suddenly, and no longer moved.

"Zepu!"

Not far away, Zu Dashou, who was also covered in blood, saw this tragic scene, and immediately shouted loudly, and his sons and nephews also followed the scream.

It's just that no matter how they shout, Zu Zepu, who was lying on the ground, didn't move, and his young life came to the end of his life on the cold and vast Mongolian plateau.

Zu Zepu's death, as if like an omen, was caught in all directions of the Qing army, quickly fell into an increasingly unfavorable situation, the front to fight desperately with the Mongolian soldiers of the East Tumut Division, the back of the Naiman Army, keep riding horses and shooting, one by one sharp arrows flew like rain, fortunately the Mongolian army's arrows were poorly made, mostly pig iron or bone, so as not to cause fatal blows and damage to the Qing army.

It's just that Rao is like this, the number of dead and wounded in the Qing army is increasing rapidly, and more and more obvious chaos has begun to appear in the entire army array, Hong Chengchou, as the chief general of the whole army, knows that maybe in the next few days, the Qing army, which has been struggling to support, will completely collapse.

At this moment, a sharp scimitar slashed down obliquely from the ground, and chopped off half of Zu Zehong, the third son of Zu Dashou, who was fighting bloodily!

Zu Zehong screamed fiercely, abandoned the knife in his right hand, and subconsciously covered his left shoulder that was spurting blood, at this moment, the fierce scimitar struck again, a sharp knife light swung through, Zu Zehong's head flew into the sky, with a straight column of blood, after crossing an arc in the air, the bones rolled in a pile of corpses, and his headless corpse was the neck kept spurting blood, and finally fell softly in the corpses everywhere.

Zu Zehong, who in real history, after entering the customs with the Qing army, successively defeated Li Zicheng, He Zhen, Jiang Hao and other Qing army generals, and finally entered the first-class Jingqi Nihafan minister, just like that, together with his second brother, he was killed by the Mongolian Tartars in the dry and vast grassland, and in a way that makes people sigh, came to the end of his life.

"Zehong!"

Zu Dashou, who was covered in blood, let out another terrible scream, and the expression on his face became very distorted and terrifying because of the extreme pain. Immediately afterwards, the fourth son Zu Zefa and the adopted son Zu Zeqing were also full of sorrow.

"Brothers, don't be discouraged, fight to the death!" Hong Chengchou, who was also holding a steel knife in his hand and had already slashed blood, shouted loudly in almost despair.

Seeing that the Qing army was in a predicament, and the fighters were constantly being killed by themselves, whether it was the Mongol soldiers of the Eastern Tumut Division or the Naiman Division, all of them were high-spirited and full of fighting spirit, and they shouted like wild beasts, and launched an attack on the Qing army more and more fiercely.

The three thousand Qing army, at this point in the battle, has reached the verge of collapse - everyone is desperately holding on,

Even when all the Qing troops thought that they would definitely die, and all the Mongol Tatars thought that they would definitely win, on the horizon behind the troops of the Eastern Tumut Division, suddenly surged like a long black line.

When the fate of the Qing army of Zu Dashou Hong Chengchou was hanging by a thread, the 3,000 cavalry of the Tang Army personally led by Liu Wenxiu finally arrived at this extremely critical moment.

The wind is like a knife, the four fields are vast, and on the withered and yellow grassland, the iron cavalry of the Tang army is like a god of death suddenly killed from hell, and the horse's hooves are invincible. After approaching slightly, they were divided into two divisions on the left and right, one for the Xuanhu heavy cavalry, and the other for the flying harrier light cavalry, and the two soldiers and horses set off a monstrous momentum, like a hurricane rising from the flat ground, and rushed to the Dongtu Mote Division, which was fighting with the Qing army with all its might.

"Dajinong! Oh no! There's an enemy army coming from behind! Beside Wenbu Chuhuer, a Mongolian Tartar suddenly screamed and screamed.

Hearing this, Wen Buchuhulton trembled, and he looked back in horror, only to see the Tang cavalry in the distance already surging in overwhelming force. In particular, the huge Tang character military flag with black characters on a red background at the front is hunting and swaggering in the wind, which is very eye-catching.

Oh, my God! It turned out to be the Tang Army's attack!

At this moment, Wen Buchuhuer only felt that he seemed to be frozen into a lump of ice slag from the inside out, and his mind was instantly blank.

No way? How could the Tang Army suddenly attack when they were in the middle of a war, and where did these Tang Army, who were like hell and death, come out of nowhere.

Wen Buchuhuer didn't think about this question for too long, because, almost in the blink of an eye, the cavalry of the Tang Army rushed violently from behind like two surging torrents.

"Stop, stop! Gotta stop them! This sentence was almost subconsciously roared out by Wen Bu Chuhuer.

It's too late.

A spear with a sharp sword, with a deep groove of blood on it, like a swift galloping silver dragon, pierced through the chaotic crowd, pierced his leather armor accurately, pierced his back accurately, and pierced his chest like a knife stabbing butter.

A large cloud of blood mist gushed out from Wen Bu Chuhuer's chest, like a fountain that suddenly opened, he subconsciously opened his mouth, and a large ball of blood water gushed out from his mouth, and then his whole body became soft and fell from the horse.

Under the chaotic hooves of the horses, the horses that had fallen upside down were quickly trampled into a nearly flat human skin by the chaotic hooves.

At the same time, the rest of the Mongol soldiers of the Eastern Tumut Department were also stabbed by the Tang saber and slaughtered, and they all screamed and fell off their horses, and then in the same chaos, they were trampled into meat cakes by the horses' hooves.

The Tang army's assault was so fierce and cruel that the Mongol soldiers of the entire Eastern Tumut Department suddenly had no intention of occupying it, and they howled and fled in all directions. Another Jinong Shanba, seeing that the general situation was gone, had no intention of fighting anymore, and immediately gave a loud order to retreat.

"Withdraw! Evacuate! It's important to save your life! ”

In the cold wind, Shanba's miserable cry was like a wanderer in the wind, and then it was swept away to nowhere.