On the bank of the Liuhe River, the two armies confronted each other, and the atmosphere was particularly solemn.

The Houjin cavalry relied on Ma Duo and kept trying back and forth. As time went on, the atmosphere in the Ming army array became more and more oppressive.

"Li Chengxian, have your people eased up?" Lu Zhijia asked irritably.

If you don't push those Houjin cavalry farther away, the Ming army will not dare to make any adjustments. Lu Zhijia has already seen that the number of Houjin cavalry chasing is actually not much. But his hands were all infantry, and if he wanted to get rid of those Tartars, he had to rely on the cavalry that had withdrawn.

"Not yet." Li Chengxian shook his head bitterly.

Now when attacking, people can barely support it, and horses can't do it at all. After a hurried journey back from Yaozhou, the horsepower loss was too large, and he would not be able to recover at all for a while and a half. Reluctantly, I was afraid that I would break my horse as soon as I charged.

I knew that there were only a few dozen people coming with me, and I should have turned around and fought to the death on the road. Even if you can't kill them, you can get them away. Li Chengxian's heart was full of remorse.

The time was slowly approaching noon, Lu Zhijia looked at the sky, and was about to take the risk of arranging for the soldiers to change shifts and eat. In the distance, the sand and dust were all over the sky, and the main force of the Golden Tartars after Yaozhou came.

Borjin didn't expect that Mihuri would be killed. Mihuri, who was like a bear, died. There is no heroic image of the dead.

Mi Juli was shot to death by Ming Jun Xiangyong, when he was only 3 steps away from the other party. The death of Mihuli caused the Houjin army in the city to fail to go out of the city in time to flank the Ming army.

Thinking about it, Borjin was a little irritable. If it weren't for the cowardice of the Ming army, this battle would have been troublesome.

Boljin never thought that Mihuli, who was brave and good at fighting, would be beaten to death by the Ming army's village bravery. He didn't even swing the knife before he was shot to death by the other party, which is so sad.

Thinking of Mihuri's death, Borjin felt very sad.

The sorrow of the warriors.

Under normal circumstances, like that kind of village bravery, one can fight at least 5 in Mihuli. Mi Huli, who could have hit 5, was killed so easily, just because the opponent had a musket in his hand.

If the power of the musket is greater, maybe in the future, these brave warriors will be easily killed by a farmer with a musket, right?

"Oh really, everyone is gathered."

The report from his subordinates interrupted Borjin's thoughts. Shaking his head and throwing those cranky thoughts out of his mind, Borjin shouted, "Let's go." ”

The future will be talked about in the future, and it is important to drive the Ming army down the Liuhe River first.

After Boljin dispersed the Ming army and Xiangyong under the city and ensured that Yaozhou was safe, he did not even enter the city. He ordered all the Ding Zhuang in the city who could fight, and forcibly brought them to the battlefield.

This is also the way Boljin has no choice. The death of Mihuri led to the lack of coordination of the army in the city. It took more time to completely defeat the Ming army outside the city than Boljin expected.

The opportunity to take advantage of the situation to defeat the Ming army on the banks of the Liuhe River has been lost, and he is afraid that there is still a tough battle waiting for him. In this situation, the momentum brought by 400 people and 1400 people was completely different from the pressure on the Ming army.

In this way, hundreds of post-gold tartars, surrounded by nearly a thousand Yaozhou Ding Zhuang, rode all kinds of livestock, and approached the bank of the Liuhe River with great momentum.

Looking at the slowly approaching sand and dust in the distance, Lu Zhijia's heart was full of hatred.

What the hell is going on here?

Why did he become a lone soldier until now in this operation? What about the allies that should be working together?

The sailors who were supposed to arrive on the 23rd were planned to be on the 28th today, but they haven't seen anyone yet. None of the follow-up troops showed up.

Guan Ningjun: What's going on?

Behind Lu Zhijia, Qian Yingke trembled, and his face was almost transparent.

Borjin and the striker converged smoothly, and he listened to the forward's report while looking at the terrain by the river.

"You mean, since you came, Ming Pig has been confronting you and has never changed his formation." Borjin turned his head and glared at the striker.

"Yes," Facing Boljin's fierce gaze, the striker master pondered carefully for a moment before making an affirmative answer: "The minion remembers very clearly, Ming Zhu has never made adjustments. ”

"Great, this time we have to drive these pigs into the river to feed the fish." Borjin slapped his palm hard.

Regarding the muddy land by the river and the seemingly well-organized queue of the Ming army, Borjin carefully observed the meeting. He raised his head and shouted, "All men dismount and rest for a quarter of an hour." Prepare for foot combat. ”

Seeing that Houjin Shishu dismounted to rest, Lu Zhijia hurriedly arranged for the Ming army to rest and eat in turn. But before the Ming army had eaten a few bites of dry food, Houjin had already begun to organize the formation and prepare for the attack. The Ming army had no choice but to rearm for war again.

After the formation was straightened, a Bashku (squad leader) came to Borjin's side and whispered, "Ezhen, do you want those Nikandin to be strong first?" ”

Borjin turned his head and glanced at him with a smile, "You're worried about them making trouble?" ”

"Yes." The Bashiku asked a little puzzled, "Ezhen, why don't you let them consume the Ming Pig's ammunition and physical strength first?" ”

"Fool, you're stupider than a pig." Borjin hated that iron could not be made of steel and scolded.

"Ming Pig has just suffered a great defeat, and their morale is already extremely low, and if we break away from their line in one fell swoop, they will surely collapse. Let those Ding Zhuang go up first, to boost the confidence and morale of Ming Zhu? As long as we win, these Ding Zhuang dare to make trouble? Borjin's tone was full of confidence that he would win.

"That's a big deal." Only then did Bashiku understand Borjin's intentions, and retreated behind Borjin with peace of mind.

Borjin lined up in Houjin's standard attacking formation: heavily armored in front and archers behind. Boljin did not leave the slightest backhand, he sent all the heavy armor in his hands at one time, leaving only nearly a hundred cavalry to respond, and by the way, he monitored Ding Zhuang's team.

Looking at the attack team that Houjin discharged, Lu Zhijia's face finally changed. He finally believed Li Chengxian's words, and it seemed that the fourth prince of Houjin should be in Yaozhou.

A single tentative attack can put in so much heavy armor, and the opponent will never have more than one Niu Lu in his hands.

In the Houjin formation, Boljin personally stood in the center of the team, and he wanted to personally lead the team to attack. He knew that there was only one chance to defeat the Ming army, and if he missed it, there would be no more. Borjin didn't dare to take any chances.

"Damn," Borjin scolded in his heart, "Mi Juli is so dead, if he is in front, it will be easier to charge the battle." ”

Secretly scolding in his heart, Boljin maintained an expressionless face on the surface, and he slowly raised his hand.

"Woo ......" the low horn remembered, and the Houjin soldiers slowly pressed towards the Ming army with the sound of the horn.

"Ready," several Franc cannons in the Ming army's formation were ready, just waiting for the ignition to be launched. After several battles, the Ming army also knew that at a long distance, only this kind of artillery could cause damage to Houjin.

"Fire."

As soon as Houjin Chongjia stepped into the 200-step artillery range, the Ming army couldn't wait to open fire.

The sound of artillery shook the sky and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and shells whistled out.