The centipede-faced tartar and the huge mace smashed down on Hao Jian's head.

Hao Jian blocked the big shield in his left hand in a violent roar, and the mace smashed heavily on the big shield, making a loud noise, and the huge force was transmitted from the shield to Hao Jian's arm, so that his speed of rushing forward was stagnant, and his body shook completely, almost falling backwards.

However, the mount under the crotch is a spiritual war horse, and seeing the danger of the master, the body miraculously stopped, and the person stood up, using the angle of leaning back to unload a large part of the force.

In addition, Hao Jian stepped on the stirrups with both feet, and his legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, so he was not thrown off the horse.

Damn, I really have some strength, but I'm not a vegetarian either.

Hao Jian's heart was hit by this stick, and the lord's greatsword in his right hand slashed straight towards the centipede-faced tartar as he fell backwards.

The wind was whistling, and before the centipede-faced tartar could be happy, he saw a huge long sword slashing towards his neck, and hurriedly leaned back to try to dodge, but he didn't expect that the length of the sword exceeded his expectations, and the blade slashed directly into his left shoulder.

The huge blade of the sword split through the flesh and bones of the Tartar, and slanted down, cutting off half of the Tartar's head at once.

Fishy and bright red blood spurted out strongly from the split neck cavity of the tartar, pouring Hao Jian's head and face, making his originally windy silver armor look a lot more evil.

With a sword, Hao Jian was full of confidence, continued to hold the shield and swing the sword, gently clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse under his crotch neighed, accelerated instantly, and rushed to the depths of the Tartar formation behind Ran Wu.

Ran Wu's movements are much calmer and calmer than Hao Jian's, basically shield smashing, sword splitting, every time he moves, a Tartar will fall off the horse, and basically no Tartar can go through a round in his hands.

In the end, he is worthy of being the most powerful knight among all the troops in the fortress, and he is much more powerful than himself, a second-level lord who is still in the growth stage.

Looking at the invincible Ran Wu, Hao Jian followed behind with both envy and pride. He knew that one day he would become as powerful as Ran Wu, or even more powerful than him, and become the most powerful warrior in the world.

Of course, his job is to be a good lord, not a warrior fighting on the battlefield.

However, a lord who has not experienced the battlefield will not be a good lord, and the warriors admire the real strong. And for himself, the battlefield is also a necessary way for him to transform, increase his courage, and overcome the fear in his heart.

Although there were few people on Hao Jian's side, under the impact of him and Ran Wu's two heavily armored knights, the sparse battle formation of the Tartars was quickly torn apart, and the formation was also disrupted.

The twenty light cavalry following behind him took advantage of the situation to expand the assault opening, block with round shields, and stab with spears, and one by one the Tartars were stabbed off their horses, but the strict conical formation was still maintained.

The cavalry charge was not like the infantry fighting, but was a touch-and-tear.

Soon, under the leadership of Hao Jian and Ran Wu, the cavalry of the fortress cut through the formation of the Tartars and rushed to the back of the Tartars.

Ranwule stopped, turned his horse's head, and faced the tartar for the second round of impact.

Hao Jian also turned his horse's head and looked at the light cavalry behind him, most of them were still there, and he only lost three horses in the first round of hedging, which made him feel a little heartache when he was relieved.

Looking at the Tartars on the opposite side, who also turned their horses' heads to prepare for the second round of hedging, it was obvious that the number of people had been reduced by half compared to before, and there were less than thirty horses left from the original fifty-odd horses. The others were all lying on the ground at this time, either with broken tendons and broken bones, half-dead, or covered in blood and dying.

This huge loss made the Tartars no longer have the arrogance and arrogance they had before, and their faces became solemn, looking at Hao Jian, they were a little hesitant.

Hao Jian saw that the loss of the Tartars was so great, and he couldn't help but feel a lot less heartache for the loss of the light cavalry, and shouted loudly: "Dog Tartar, let you see the majesty of my Daming Iron Cavalry today!" ”

As he spoke, he waved his big sword, let out a long roar, and took the lead in charging towards the Tartar again, followed by Ran Wu, and the light cavalry also shouted and launched a charge.

The horses' hooves were thunderous, and dust was everywhere.

The remnants of the Tartars were also stimulated with ferocity, and they slammed into the horse's belly.

The remaining thirty or so horsemen from a few hundred steps away watched the situation on the battlefield from a distance, and after seeing the heavy losses of their own people, the original mentality of watching the excitement was gradually put away, and the original disdainful and arrogant smile on their faces had disappeared.

"Lord Niu Lu, these Ming cavalry are very evil." A lean Tartar in leather armor said to a burly Tartar in leather armor with a fur hat on his head and a silent voice next to him.

"What do you see?"

"Lord Niu Lu, the Ming army has always seen our Eight Banners Warriors and only fled from the wind, if they defend the city, they may still have some courage, but when did they dare to hedge against our Eight Banners Warriors in the field?"

"And these people don't look like the Ming army in terms of armor style and charging formation, and their bravery doesn't seem to be inferior to our Eight Banner warriors, so I don't think these people can be those cowardly Ming soldiers."

This Tartar called Boiled Den analyzed.

If Hao Jian heard this, he would definitely praise him for his vision.

"Then you say that they are not the Ming army, where are the people? We've never seen anything like it? Why did they suddenly rush out and attack us? The Niulu asked puzzled.

"Lord Niu Lu, I don't know about this, these cunning Han people don't know where to get out. But since they dare to provoke our invincible Eight Banners warriors, let's send them to meet their Lord Hades. ”

Although this tartar called Boiled Den has a bit of eyesight, it is also limited and tight, and in the end it is recommended to use brute force.

"Okay, Xi Deng, you take ten warriors to watch these two-legged sheep, and I will take the others to fight Harbara and them back and forth, and send these Han people to their hell."

The Lord Niu Lu laughed, and as soon as he waved his hand, more than twenty horsemen came up from behind, and quickly assembled.

Hao Jian was actually paying attention to the movements of the remaining Tartars, and after discovering that they had a tendency to encircle, he was also secretly anxious in his heart, and he turned his gaze to the southwest while charging.

If you let the two Tartars encircle the front and back, even if you and Ran Wu are fierce, you will suffer heavy losses, and you will fall into the encirclement of these Tartars.

Although the heavy cavalry was very fierce, they only had two horses, and they were still novices, and once they lost their speed by the Tartars, they would really die.

These light cavalry themselves are not many in number, and they have also lost some of their combat strength, and if they are attacked on their backs, they will definitely be lost.

He originally thought that these Tartars should retreat from the difficulties and flee for their lives with the rest of the people after seeing such heavy losses after the first charge, so as to conform to his understanding of the army in the era of cold weapons.

But I didn't expect these Tartars to be so fearless of death, and they dared to rush up after dying so much, and they still had the idea of encircling themselves, which was really bold.

However, it is understandable that these Tartars have been winning battles with the Ming army for many years, and have gradually established a psychological advantage, and there is an illusion that Lao Tzu is the best in the world.

Therefore, if you want to break their psychological advantage, it is not possible to succeed by killing and injuring a few people, you need to constantly defeat them in continuous battles, so that they can finally see their "Hao" banner and flee.

Of course, that's all for later, and now it's time to save your life.

Soldiers, it's up to you whether you can defeat these Tartars, but don't let your lords hang here, I don't want to be the shortest-lived traveler.

Hao Jian looked in the southwest direction while chanting a wordy prayer in his heart.

And the Tartars in the rear have already begun to trot and are ready to attack.

"Lord Niulu, look over there!" Suddenly, a Tartar pointed in the southwest direction and shouted.

The Tartar Niulu looked in the southwest direction, and saw smoke and dust billowing and churning forward, and there was a rainstorm of horses' hooves and shouts.

Experienced warriors knew that this was a sign that the cavalry of the brigade was charging at a rapid pace.

Niu Lu's face changed, and he stretched out his hand to stop the people behind him who were about to charge.

"Lord Niu Lu, this should be the main force of the Ming army, and it looks like there are as many as five hundred horsemen." The Tartar who had been the first to notice the anomaly just now said loudly.

"Withdraw! Everyone retreat, don't worry about the two-legged sheep anymore, next time we'll come again! "Although this Niu Lu is really brave, he also knows that he is definitely not the opponent of the Ming army.

Just now, they killed so many of them with a single striker, and if the main force arrives, they will definitely have to stay, so it is not difficult to make this decision at all.

And this news should be reported to Lord Jiala as soon as possible, and tell them that there was a strong cavalry in the Ming army.

These Tartars came and went like the wind, and from preparing to charge to retreating, it was done in a dozen breaths.

The rest of the Tartars, who were about to launch a hedge with Hao Jian, were also dumbfounded when they saw that the boss had run away.

Of course, they also discovered the rolling enemy reinforcements, and at this time they no longer had the confidence to fight, so they found a direction and began to gallop their horses.

Hao Jian looked at the billowing smoke, and a hanging heart finally let go.

Although the Tartars ran away and achieved the pre-war goals they had set, they couldn't let them run so easily.

"Chase!" Hao Jian waved his hand, and the light cavalry behind him suddenly turned and chased in the direction of the Tartar's escape.

Hao Jian slowly stopped the horse, and looked at Ran Wuhaha, who also stopped the horse and pulled down his armor, and laughed.

They are heavy cavalry, and their horses and men are very heavy, and the charge just now has actually consumed most of their strength, and if they pursue again, they will be exhausted.

Moreover, the pursuit of remnants of the enemy is the strength of the light cavalry, so they will not rob others of life.

Pulled off his armor, took off his helmet, shook his head fiercely, sweat drenched Ran Wu next to him, looking at the tartar fleeing in embarrassment in the distance, Hao Jian suddenly had a real pleasure in his heart for the Jin Ge Iron Horse battle.