A tough battle is not something you want to fight, you can fight it if you want to.

"He really thinks he's his ancestor? And a frontal assault on the army that is in good position? Even the Liao people know that the Song people don't fight! What a stupid thing! ”

Qin Cang slapped the table in the back and scolded! For nothing else, there are too many corpses from the last two days of fighting. And there was no way to clean it up, Qin Cang was afraid that there might be a plague. What's more, there are already a lot of mosquitoes in it, and the combination of the two is unimaginable!

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"Bastard! Sure enough, it's a mongrel! ”

Mengus is also jumping in the tent! Mengus is not a fool who doesn't know anything, and if he continues to consume it like this, won't he be finished sooner or later? Seven or eight hundred people had already died, and the severely depressed morale made Mengus's orders more and more impassable.

None of you are stupid. These ragged men, wrapped in shabby sheepskins, grew more and more afraid of throwing their lives here. It would be nice if there were any benefits. But the problem is that now everyone is completely filling in with their lives in vain!

"Shut up, Gurlit, I won't forgive him! That bastard of the Immortal Curse! Pig raised by a son of a! For someone else's broken shoes, let's give him his life here! Not to mention that we don't get anything! What did you get, I know your brother is dead! A war like! I can't wait for the 'Autumn Harvest'! ”

A herdsman angrily scolded his companion. It can be seen that the two of them are not in a good mood. In the face of an increasingly dire situation, there is nothing they can do. They've already rushed through the formation twice. To this day, Gullitt still has injuries on his body. It was a shot of gunpowder that killed a horse and fell off a severed arm.

"I want to go home!"

"I want to go home too!"

"But how do we get there?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

......

The two herders stayed here, but couldn't find any way to keep them alive. Several herders on wooden horses passed by, wrapped in tattered leather coats. The two men immediately ended their conversation. It wasn't long before their patriarch came to summon them.

"Fuck, it's going to be war again!"

The two complained to each other in frustration, but they still kept up with the patriarch.

An attendant holding a musical instrument peculiar to the steppe people accompanied a general in iron armor.

"Look! Our cavalry has already broken their lines this morning! Their walls have been knocked down by us! Their spear array has collapsed! So, what are you waiting for? The enemy is ahead! We're going to the Iron Land today! Don't you want to buy something valuable for your home? Come with me! The general said, and he drove the horses to trot.

The bone snail had already sounded, and the herdsmen immediately followed behind the general.

"I don't want to go! That's a death sentence! Said the herder who was with Gullit.

"So what can you do? Escape? Gurlitt mocked his friend's cowardice.

"Yes! Halfway through our run, we jumped down and played dead! ”

"What about horses? Don't want the horse? ”

"I can't take care of my life, what do you want the horse to do? That's it! Look at the way I look! ”

.......

The herders set out, the twenty-seventh assault of Mengus in eleven days. As both sides of the war became familiar with each other's tactics, the herders, in particular, had become accustomed to the Han artillery and muskets. Their casualties gradually decreased.

Of course, this does not mean that the herders did not have fear of the Han Chinese. They fear death, fear worthless death.

The sky is gray, and so are the swamps. The fair sludge devoured most of the corpses. The faces of the poor people who remained on the mud still told the herders passing by about the trauma of war.

Gurlitt and his friends are finally determined to escape from this terrifying battlefield.

Hundreds of meters away, the shattered wall still stands out. That was the result of yesterday's death-defying assault by Harachi's personal guards. Gurlitt heard that less than half of the hundreds of guards returned alive.

People who suffer from dense phobia should never stare at the Han people's pikemen. The dense spear head was pointed at the Tatar herdsmen in the distance at a 45-degree angle.

"Artillery! Adjust the angle! ”

"Musketeers, where's your gunpowder? Get buckshot! ”

.......

For more than ten days, even Gurlitt had learned these repeated words. But what's the use? It's just a way to let Gurlitt know in advance when he's going to die.

The consumption of black powder was fast, but Qin Cang was more confident that he would end the war before the black powder was consumed.

"Charge!!"

Still the same slogan, the Tatar cavalry began to charge!

They have learned how to dodge shells, evade muskets. They put wire and fur on the chest of the horse, and then ran against the horse's back, even hiding under the horse's belly.

"Hey!"

Due to the need to dodge shells, the formation of the Tatar cavalry was very scattered. So Gullitt and his friends were given a chance to escape. They jumped into the grass next to them and lay motionless in the mud as if they had been shot off their horses by muskets.

They succeeded, and the others just looked at them with sadness in their eyes and moved on.

Chen Hanlin commanded the pikemen to block the gap in the wall.

"Drumming!" Chen Hanlin's heroic order!

"March!!"

This was the first time that the Han Chinese army stepped out of the breastwork. The manufacturers guarded the gate and worked hard to move forward, preparing to meet these Tatar cavalry that rushed up scattered.

Rulin's spears were so hard that they were barely armoured by the flesh of the cavalrymen, and the poor Tatar herdsmen were not qualified to buy decent protective gear, which also brought disaster to them!

Gurlitt and his friends watched as their compatriots were stabbed to death on their horses one by one by the Han spears.

In the end, only two-thirds of the people who came out together made it back alive. The rest were left in this desolate land.

"Check the wounded! Kill all the wounded captives! ”

This was the first time that the Han Chinese army had captured a prisoner. So the Han people, with iron shields carved in the shape of tigers, took off their pointed helmets and sealed the throats of each wriggling corpse with spears and swords around them.

Gullitt and his friends were frightened, and the two of them trembled as the vicious killing gods gradually approached them!

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! We are coming to surrender the Great Khan! Gurlitt and his friend said as they fell to the ground.

Fortunately, those who slaughtered the wounded were in a better mood, and these two unlucky people were taken to Qin Cang's big tent.