After the guards led by Kuokuo escaped for several miles, there was no shelling from the pursuit, and they also calmed down a little, gathered the defeated troops from the new, and after counting the number of people, Kuokuo almost vomited blood.

The Song army was not far ahead, fighting around the Yuan soldiers who had not withdrawn, and more than 30,000 embarrassed cavalry gathered around him, and he couldn't even think of going back to attack the Song cavalry. As long as he calms down and thinks about it a lot, he can understand that tens of thousands of cavalry of the Song army have entered the battle, so the artillery can basically only play a role in preventing them from returning, if he insists on returning to the battle, he only needs to get close to the fighting Song army, then the cannonballs will not threaten them.

Kuokuo is short-tempered on weekdays, and his subordinates have never dared to disobey his orders, and he is even more cruel and impermanent towards civilians and Han Chinese, and he will not blink his eyes when he kills a few people, even if he leads the army, he has the upper hand, and he has never suffered a loss or a defeat.

Today's battle scared his courage, the delicate battle robe was stained with blood, and he didn't know where it came from, and his face was sallow, and he hesitated. If you turn around and retreat to save your life, then the punishment of the Great Khan will definitely not be able to escape, and the beating will be light, depending on Kublai Khan's mood, if you are really in a hurry, it is also possible to cut off his head.

But what can he do if he rushes up, it's just a little more death, he glanced at the few small leaders around him, and he didn't see any intention of wanting to go back from their faces, full of panic and helplessness.

But at this time, a team of galloping fast horses came from the direction of Yuan Dadu, and it was a golden-armored guard with only a few hundred horses, rushing like a galloping battery, rushing to a sudden stop before the broad team.

"Eighth Prince, the Great Khan has a message......"

The leading gold-armored guard, who was the leader of the guards in front of Kublai Khan's palace, muttered a few words in Kuokuo's ear, and then took the horse to the side, looking coldly at Kuokuo's face like gold paper.

Kublai Khan's dictation has only one meaning, he hopes to have an eighth prince who died bravely on the battlefield, not a son who was defeated and escaped, which is equivalent to a mortal order, if you can't win the Song army, don't go to the battlefield, don't lose the reputation of your son Kublai Khan.

"Little people, the whole army is lined up, follow me to charge, go and kill all the Song dogs, kill ......"

Under the supervision of the Golden Armor Guards, if they wanted to escape, they would be immediately cut off from their horses, so they began to reorganize the army, bringing the 30,000 people who had gathered together to the battlefield again, and rushed towards the cavalry wargroup that was still fighting.

This was really beyond Zhao Tianyou's expectations, and after discovering that Kuo Kuo had the intention of returning to fight again, he immediately ordered the artillery to adjust the firing angle, and at the same time let the 20,000 cavalry reserves get on their horses, preparing to meet Kuo Kuo who was going to and returning.

The 30,000 mourning soldiers turned their horses' heads, not only out of helplessness in their hearts, but also full of despair in the cavalry of the Yuan army, who would have thought that they would be sent back immediately. was given a death order by Kublai Khan, so there was only one desperate way to survive in death, rush up and start a decisive battle with the Song army, either win or die, there was no second choice.

"Kill! Rush with me! Don't run, don't be afraid, Song Gou's cannonball is nothing more than that, hahaha, come and up! ”

Kuo Kuo ran at the front of the line first, followed by his personal guards, and behind was the army of 30,000 mourning soldiers who did not want to go into battle. If it is a strong army with a rainbow of morale, it will be like this when the general leads the army to attack, but it is followed by soldiers who are fighting for the first place, not the troops who are deliberately slowing down their speed and unwilling to rush to the front line now.

Unsurprisingly, the cannon of the Song army rang out again, and the sky was full of irregular shells, and I could only pray silently in my heart, hoping that the shells would explode far away from me, and there was no other way at all.

At this time, there was a strange phenomenon, the hundreds of people led by Kuokuo ran too fast, and the cannonballs that fell on their side were the least, and after only a few shells, they entered within a mile, and soon approached the Song army that was in the middle of the battle.

Zhao Tianyou whistled sharply, and the big black horse didn't know where it came from, and appeared beside him excitedly sticking out his tongue, and his four hooves kept digging the ground, eager to rush out immediately to participate in the battle.

"Continue to adjust the firing range, cover the Yuan army behind the shot, and be careful not to hurt your own people!"

After arranging the order, Zhao Tianyou turned over and got on his horse, and began to slowly accelerate with 20,000 cavalry, with cannonballs constantly whistling over his head, and cavalry entangled in them next to him, and began to gradually accelerate the impact, directly facing the galloping Kuang Kuo.

The two scimitars were quietly held in their hands, and the big black horse's excited four hooves kicked violently, and the same horse took the lead in shaking off the large army behind him, and one man and one horse galloped out, like an arrow shooting out, quickly approaching the intended target.

Kuokuo clenched the scimitar in his hand, staring at the man and the horse in the distance, it was a little too fast, I ran fast because the soldiers behind were unwilling to follow, and the person on the other side came fast and it was really fast.

The big black horse's excited eyes were red, and he snorted and stuck out his tongue, in fact, its breathing was not tight at all, and its chest and abdomen were not panting, it did this involuntarily revealing the characteristics of a dog, Zhao Tianyou wondered that it didn't know why.

Kuokuo clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse adjusted its direction slightly, just rushing towards the big black horse, but when there were still fifty steps away, his war horse saw the big black horse's courage clearly.

The distance of dozens of paces was reached in the blink of an eye, but the horse that sat down made a move that he did not believe in death, and came a sudden brake in the midst of the rapid gallop, and under the action of great inertia, both man and horse fell to the ground, and after a few rolls, they stopped.

He has practiced superb riding skills on horseback since he was a child, and when the war horse fell to the ground, he jumped to the side, although he was also embarrassed by a rolling gourd, but after all, he was not crushed to death by the tumbling war horse. If that's really a big joke, Kublai Khan, the great Khan who galloped the steppe and was ready to conquer the world, gave birth to a son who was crushed to death by his own horse, and when he thought of this, he actually showed a miserable smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You're stupid, you're laughing!"

I don't know when, the big black horse has stopped beside him, and a man and a horse are looking at him with extremely pitiful eyes.

"You ......"

Kuokuo stretched out his hand and pointed at it, just about to open his mouth to scold the comer, but he was more bold to die, but suddenly the words behind him lost his strength, and the encouragement did not come out of his throat. The consciousness in his mind rushed to wonder, and when he was thinking about the reason, he suddenly seemed to fly into the sky, and his eyes glanced lightly.

"Ah, isn't that the battle robe I wear, why is there only a body left, a head......"

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