By dawn, there were no more snowflakes falling in the sky. The sudden blowing wind mixed with the smell of blood flew away, giving a solemn atmosphere on the battlefield that had rarely calmed down, showing people a tragic battle not long ago.

Since early yesterday morning, the Ming army that broke through the Tartar camp has less than 2,000 people left, and after a whole day of fighting, all of them are sleepy and tired. In this small and small land of stubbornness, the Tartars resorted to wheel warfare, constantly attacking this position, and the Ming army had to take turns to deal with it. Fortunately, the area where the Tartars attacked was very narrow, otherwise the 6,000 Tartars would have swarmed up, and this place would have become a dead place.

Liu Jinquan has already given the order and is ready to break through. The soldiers were collecting the uninjured horses and feeding them enough forage. The unwounded soldiers were ready to break out. There were more than a dozen wounds on Zhou Biao's body, but he didn't see them, but now he couldn't fight anymore, and Liu Jinquan ordered him to lead the team to break through. Zhang Fan wanted to stay very much, but Liu Jinquan told Wang Degui to "guard" him, just like a prisoner, Zhang Fan had no choice but to take one step at a time.

There were probably more than 1,000 Ming soldiers in the position who were not injured, and there were only more than 800 war horses, so it was impossible to take all of them away. If two people ride together, it will slow down the speed, and if the Tartars catch up, it will only be wasted. But now was not the time to be rash, and many soldiers who had wives and children at home offered to stay, giving the opportunity to escape to those young soldiers who had not yet married. What could have been a sad scene, people were silently doing what they had to do, and there was no chaos in the scene. It's just that Zhou Biao has a lot of opinions about Liu Jinquan's stay.

"My lord, although we have the same ranks, this time I am my deputy. Since he is a deputy, he has to take care of the back of the adult. Zhou Biao said, "Please break through, I will lead the rest of the brothers to hold on here." ”

"Don't say any more, since you are my lieutenant general, then you must listen to my orders, I order you to lead the cavalry to break through." Liu Jinquan said resolutely, "This is not only as an order, but also as an exhortation to my brother-in-law." Go back, do you want Ping'er to raise your children alone? Ping'er and I have suffered like that, and I don't want it to happen again. ”

It turned out that Liu Jinquan's sister Liu Luping was married to Zhou Biao and is now seven months pregnant. Zhou Biao paused when he heard this, and then said, "I'm going back, what do you tell me to take to face Ping'er?" Did you tell her, 'I left your eldest brother and came back alone?' 'What face will I have to see her again!' ”

"Ping'er is not a woman who doesn't care about the overall situation, our parents were also martyred by Tartars, and the moment I went to join the army, she was ready to pick up my obituary." Liu Jinquan said categorically, "What's more, I have made up my mind, so let's do it." After speaking, Liu Jinquan no longer paid attention to Zhou Biao, who was lying in the military tent because he was injured and had difficulty moving, turned around and walked out.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind blew stronger and stronger, and the camp of the Tartars opposite was brightly lit, and from time to time there were teams of Tartar patrols passing by, and the Ming soldiers here could see the fierce expressions on the faces of those Tartar soldiers. And the Ming army didn't hear about these, and those who should have rested still rested, and those who should patrol were still staring at those tartars, but they were also looking at each other with eyes that seemed to kill people.

It's just that this side is just a pretense of deception, and Liu Jinquan ordered the soldiers patrolling and guarding to confuse the Tartars outside. Deep in the camp, where it could not be seen under the cover of darkness, nearly a thousand horses had been assembled, fed with fodder and ready to set off at any time, and the soldiers who had been selected to leave were ready. Those who stayed had no resentment, these people stayed voluntarily, and they knew that no one would return alive if they were entangled. Zhang Fan was in the account, recording the battle situation these days, Liu Jinquan gave a death order, although he wanted to refute, he was powerless.

In the early morning, the hour has passed, and the sun rises very late, and the sky is still pitch black. There were very few people in the Tartar camp on the opposite side, except that the patrolling Tartar soldiers were still there keeping an eye on it. And here, a breakout team of less than a thousand people is ready.

"Brothers, my Liu Jin Almighty and your work is really good!" Liu Jinquan said to the person who was leaving, although his voice was lowered a lot, but the emotion in his words was very excited, "Maybe everyone is a little dissatisfied with this expedition, but you are all here, although you are going to die here, but you still have no complaints." I, Liu Jinquan, can have such a soldier in my life, and I will die without regrets. ”

The people below were silent when they heard Liu Jinquan's words. Maybe the darkness blocked the view, but Liu Jinquan could still hear someone crying. He didn't break it, just turned around and said to Zhou Biao, who was standing at the front, "Let's go." ”

Zhou Biao didn't say anything more, and prepared to set off with the army. Zhang Fan also rode a horse and followed inside, and Wang Degui on the side always guarded Zhang Fan's side. The Ming army had already prepared, and opened a gap on the side of the camp that could accommodate more than ten horses side by side, and Zhou Biao rushed out with men and horses without saying a word.

The Tartar patrol saw the situation here and immediately reported it to the battalion. The 3,000 Tartar soldiers in the large camp in front immediately rushed towards the Ming army camp in the angry voice of Maubas. The 3,000 Tartar soldiers stationed behind the Ming army camp were also unambiguous, and chased directly after the fleeing Ming army.

The best war horses in the Ming Dynasty were given priority to the border guards, and the horses they rode were also considered to be of the highest quality, and these war horses had been cultivated for a day and fed with forage, and they were really full of horsepower. It's just that now compared with the war horses of the Tartars, the disadvantage is immediately apparent. At the beginning, the Ming army's war horses sprinted extremely fast, leaving the Tartars chasing behind far away, but in less than an hour, the advantage of the long-distance running of the Tartar war horses was revealed, and they were gradually caught up.

The Tatars who were chasing close had already begun to shoot with bows and arrows, and Zhang Fan saw that the soldiers around him were shot by arrows from horseback from time to time. The soldiers of the Ming army did not have the riding and archery skills of the Tartars, so they had to use the bow and crossbow to fight back, but fortunately, the bow and crossbow were powerful, so that the Tartars behind were also in a hurry. This state of affairs did not last long, and the Tartar cavalry pursued closer and closer, and by noon, the horses of both sides were a little tired after several hours of pursuit, and the Tartars also caught up. Hand-to-hand combat has begun. The Ming army could no longer escape, so they had to turn around and engage the Tartars. The sword kept swinging, slashing into the human body, the red-hot blood continued to erupt, and from time to time soldiers on both sides fell off their horses and lost their lives.

Wang Degui desperately protected Zhang Fan, he had already cut over several tartars, and he was also stabbed several times, but there was no big problem. It's just that the number of Tartars is too many, and Zhang Fan even used the bow and crossbow hanging next to the war horse to put down several Tartars. For Zhang Fan, who killed for the first time, the various uncomfortable symptoms that occurred were offset by this tragic battle situation. The bow and crossbow were wound for too long, and after Zhang Fan put down a few Tartars, more Tartar soldiers rushed up, and in one shot, Zhang Fan dodged the frontal attack of the war knife, but was knocked to the ground by the impact of the opponent's war horse. Zhang Fan fell to the ground, his head was a little groggy after being hit, and Wang Degui saw Zhang Fan fall off his horse and wanted to save him, but the Tartar beside him was entangled with him and couldn't get out. Wang Degui had to shout: "My lord, Lord Zhang......"

Wang Degui's voice fell in Zhang Fan's ears, Zhang Fan was also a little sober, suddenly thought of the current situation, and quickly observed. There were shouts of killing everywhere around, and from time to time there were screams of people. There were many corpses lying beside Zhang Fan, some of them were of Ming soldiers and some of them were Tartars, and some of the corpses were even cut in half, and blood was scattered on the snow. Zhang Fan didn't have time to care about such a lot of blood, he saw that some Tartars were also knocked off their horses, and some brandished war knives towards him. Zhang Fan suddenly came to his senses, seeing that the Tartar had rushed to him, Zhang Fan picked up a war knife that fell at his feet, and held the knife cut by the Tartar, but the strength of a weak scholar could not be compared with the Tartar who had been fighting all year round, and the knife in his hand was suddenly cut out. Zhang Fan covered his right hand, feeling that his wrist had been dislocated, while the Tartar on the opposite side was smiling and raising the knife again. Faced with the impending death, Zhang Fan had no fear, because it was the death of his enemy. He saw that Wang Degui had already run quickly, and slashed at the neck of the tartar, and a big head flew out.

"Are you alright?" Wang Degui looked at Zhang Fan nervously, for fear that he would be injured.

"Don't worry so much at this time, if we can't persevere, we'll all have to die here." Although Zhang Fan's words were a little negative, his movements did not stop at all, he picked up another battle knife and looked around vigilantly.

The battle has entered a white-hot stage, and the soldiers on both sides are attacking each other desperately, but the huge gap in the number of Ming troops is getting bigger and bigger. In less than a moment of incense since the battle began, more than 200 Ming troops have fallen. Although the casualties of the Tartars were quite few, the huge disparity in strength made them even more insane.

"Maybe I'm really going to die this time, mother, please forgive the child for being unfilial." Zhang Fan thought silently in his heart.