At this time, Zhuoerbi was mechanically wielding the Mongolian scimitar in his hand like a walking corpse, the muscles on his face were constantly twitching, and he was silently muttering in his heart:

"It's over, it's all over, more than 20 years of accumulation are ruined, I'll fight with you."

A voice shouted: "Lord Taiji, the eagles of the prairie are not afraid of wind and rain, and the sons and daughters will protect you and rush out." ”

Dozens of pro-soldiers shouted: "Lord Taiji, hurry up and rush out with the little ones, it's too late." ”

The centurion of the pro-army team had three feathered arrows stuck in his body, and he seemed to be seriously injured, and he was anxious when he saw Zhuoerbi's lost soul, and shouted: "Lord Taiji, if you want to go back alive, several of your children will be handed over to you to take care of." Brothers, escort Taiji away! ”

Then the veteran who watched Zhuo Erbi grow up roared and crashed into the dense cavalry of the Ming army.

Watching the most loyal warriors say goodbye, seeing that most of the soldiers under his command did not have the determination to fight to the death, and had already run more than halfway, and found that only his descendants were playing with the Ming army, the deflated Zhuo Erbi knew that he was only sending him to death if he continued to fight, and there was no meaning.

He shouted a few times: "Sons, the whole army retreats. Then he also began to flee with the pro-soldier guards, who knew that the Ming army was in pursuit.

Wang Zhanpeng, who has a wide field of vision, has a more flexible head than a man who likes to slash and chop, and he is eyeing Zhuoerbi from a distance, and in the scuffle, he gave up a few targets and became entangled with this Taiji.

There seemed to be a lot of cavalry who had a good heart with Wang Zhanpeng, and they all abandoned the other defeated Tartars and went straight to Zhuoerbi's guards on a rampage.

Wang Zhanpeng refused to be entangled, he waved the hundred-for-steel ghost head knife that Yang Laoshi had carefully made for him, and cut down the two Tartars, still rushing straight to Zhuoerbi's position.

Although he rode an Arab war horse, the speed was remarkable, but the war horse of Karaqin Taiji was also one of the best horses in Mongolia in ten thousand, but fortunately, Zhuoerbi's war horse was not as good as the crotch mount of Wang Zhanpeng, who had just changed to fight, because of the long running time.

On the way to escape, Zhuoerbi only heard the heart-rending screams behind him, and he knew that it was his own soldiers who were being killed by the Ming army.

He wanted to cry without tears, and he endured it without looking back, still beating his horse and galloping wildly like flying north.

Zhuo Erbi is now repentant, hating himself for wanting to lose money and trying to defeat the "Red Flag Street" cavalry and turn the tables when he has already suffered a loss.

He is now bent on escaping back, he knows that only by living can he avenge the death of the clansmen, and he can take the rest of the clansmen to completely surrender to the Dajin Kingdom, and he can make a comeback with the help of the power of the Dajin master in the future.

I have run more than thirty miles to the north, and it is obvious that the sound of horses' hooves behind me is gradually thinning, and it seems that there is only one horse behind him, is it his own personal soldier or a chasing soldier? I wish it was my own people!

Zhuoerbi looked back, and suddenly his heart was half cold, and he saw a fiery knight riding a tall horse galloping more than a hundred paces away.

He ruthlessly threw a short knife inlaid with gems that he was carrying on the ground, hoping that the Ming soldier would dismount and pick it up to buy time for him to escape.

It's a pity that it backfired, and the chasing Ming army didn't even look at the dazzling sword in the sunset.

Zolbi's chest hurt more and more because he kept running, and he felt wet, and he knew that the wound must have been bleeding.

He was because Ma Hao outran his companions, and his guards all became the capture of the Ming army without exception, and these people were actually not meaningless sacrifices, after all, they attracted most of the Ming army's attacks, and now only one Ming army is still like a maggot with a bone that cannot be shaken off.

Seeing that the war horse was about to run and couldn't run, Zhuoerbi simply stopped running, and after he dismounted, he let the horse lie down, and took out his bow and arrows and waited for the Ming army to approach.

Zhuo Erbi has more than ten years of combat experience, and his dismounted foot shooting power and accuracy will be improved, and the war horse can also use this precious time to recover some horsepower.

It is not easy to find a shelter in the vast prairie, so the war horse often becomes a cover to provide protection for the owner who hides behind.

Wang Zhanpeng didn't know that he was chasing the Tatar leaders, and the Tatars did not have the ridiculous system of civilian officials leading the troops, and their generals were not only skilled in bows and horses, but also better than the minds of ordinary soldiers.

He was always on guard against the desperate Tartar counterattack, and he was ready for battle when he saw the Tartar dismount from a distance.

Zhuo Erbi held his breath, and he patiently waited for Wang Zhanpeng to get close to thirty steps before suddenly shooting an armor-piercing cone in a half-crouching position.

However, Wang Zhanpeng is a martial artist-born general, who used to be a master of playing with flying knives, and now his throwing skills are no less than that of Hanzi.

With this move, Karaqin Taiji, who had no spirit, was even more disheartened, and it seemed that the force of this chasing soldier was terrifying!

Zhuo Erbi saw that he could not be defeated but chose to outwit, he stood up from behind the war horse and raised his hands and said in stiff Chinese: "Hero, don't fight, this official is Karaqin Taiji Zhuoerbi, and he is willing to give the hero gold for his life." ”

Wang Zhanpeng was bold, and saw that although Zhuo Erbi raised his hands and stood up, he did not leave the war horse, and found that the enemy's eyes were blazing, and he knew that the opponent was not a person who was willing to surrender easily.

He shouted: "If you want to live, it's best not to play tricks, and follow the official's command to take ten steps forward." ”

Zhuo Erbi had a short axe behind him, he was also a master of throwing, thinking that he could get close to the Ming army and throw a fatal blow at a short distance, he did not resist Wang Zhanpeng's order, and walked forward ten steps to widen the distance between him and the war horse.

Seeing that there was no possibility of this Taiji getting on the horse and escaping again, Wang Zhanpeng, who had been trotting back and forth on a war horse, said happily: "Presumably you are not convinced, what kind of weapon is behind it, let's see if Lao Tzu can deal with it." ”

Broken by the Ming Army, Zhuo Erbi had no illusions and decided to fight, he took off the short-handled axe and sprinted in the direction of Wang Zhanpeng for more than ten steps before throwing it.

The charge and throw were indeed ferocious, and the sharp axe spun with a cold light and struck at Wang Zhanpeng, who was less than fifteen steps away, and went straight to his chest.

Wang Zhanpeng, who was on high alert, did not hold it up, although he was more than ninety percent sure that he could catch the flying axe, he did not reach out to catch it, but gently knocked it out with his riding shield, and the axe immediately changed direction and chopped into the snow.

Wang Zhanpeng said with a smile: "It's okay, the axe is accurate and strong, and it meets the throwing standards of the 'Red Banner Army' soldiers." Lord Taiji, what other tricks do you have to use next! I haven't had enough of it! ”

At this time, Zorbi was already bare-handed, and he turned around and ran with a scream.