Wo Kuoer is a Mongolian on the grassland, that is, the Han people called the Tartar, but now, he is wearing the standard military uniform of the Ming army, holding the sophisticated weapons created by the Ming army in his hand, riding the Mongolian horse under him, shouting and rushing towards the people of the same tribe opposite. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just a face, the scimitar in the hand of Wokoer has already slashed the enemy on the opposite side under the horse, and the Tartar on the opposite side looked at Wokoer, and whistled a few times, only to see several Tartars rushing towards Wokoer together, the bright scimitar, with a faint bloody gas, slashed towards Wokoer.

A few Ming soldiers who followed Wo Kuoer, clamped the horse's belly, waved the weapons in their hands, and headed towards the few people who rushed over, clanging a few times, but the people and horses on both sides had already staggered, at this time, these Ming troops only felt that the front was empty, but they had already chiseled through the team of the Tartars. Wo Kuo Er reined in the reins of the horse, slowed down the horse's speed, and he looked back at the Ming soldiers beside him, "Brothers, do you dare to rush after me?" ”

"Your Excellency's Order!" The Ming soldiers shouted in unison,

Wo Kuo laughed and stretched out his hand and waved, "Brothers, rush!" ”

The sound of horses' hooves sounded violently again, and Wo Kuoer was a descendant of Genghis Khan, and naturally had all the advantages of the nation on horseback, such as his skillful horse control skills now, so that he knew clearly that when the team reached the Tartar army, the horse speed happened to be the fastest, and the warrior at this time would pass by just a slight touch with the other party. All that was left behind was the corpses of the enemy and comrades.

The Tartar army saw the Ming army rushing over again, the Chinese army waved the banner, and the Tartar army divided a group of cavalry and rushed towards the Ming army.

The two armies met again, and the soldiers of both sides, both of whom controlled their horses with their legs, loosened their horses' reins, held their bows and arrows tightly, and then shot together, raising their weapons hanging from the saddles, calling each other in harmony, and slashing their weapons at each other.

Blood, like a drizzle, splashed in the air, the sound of weapons cutting into the flesh, the screams after falling off the horse and being stepped on by other war horses, and the groans of the remnants of the living on the ground after the double army, make people feel a trace of the cruelty of war, at this time, human life is so fragile, whether it is a general in charge of the army, or an ordinary soldier, in the face of death, it is so equal,

The armies of both sides once again returned to a safe distance. Wo Kuoer looked at the soldiers who followed behind, but everyone was already injured, this is no way to do it, fundamentally, the Ming army who can't eat enough food, and the same clan who eat meat every day on the grassland, physical strength and even physique, are incomparable, even if the Han people in the Great Wall can eat enough, it is still not as good as the men on the grassland, because the Han people eat multigrain pasta, poor people who eat less meat, and men who don't eat meat can't grow up to be strong men. This is what Woko's grandfather said.

However, the Han brothers behind him now are all ordinary Han people, and now they can gallop on horses, but in terms of courage, they are not inferior to the grassland men, what they lack is only physical differences.

Wo Quo listened to the sound of panting behind him, sighed, they are all some good men, if all of them are folded here, Wo Quo is very heartbroken, he reined in the reins of the horse, and wanted to let the brothers behind him rest, the cavalry opposite, I don't know what to think, at this time also reined in the reins, quietly looked at the cavalry of Wo Quo, waiting where to stay motionless.

The gong sounded on the city wall of "Kuang Kuang", and Wo Kuo Er somehow breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, arranged the team behind the palace, and then slowly returned to the city, and the cavalry on the opposite side, watching Wo Kuo'er's team retreat, slowly followed a distance, and found that the Ming army left behind the palace was well guarded, so he whistled and returned to the large army.

The creaking gate of the city was slammed shut, the cavalry got off the horse, and hurriedly bandaged each other, He Guozhu stood on the side of the team, his face was full of worry, he glanced at the serious Wo Kuo, and asked in a low voice, "Wo Kuo, there has just been a battle, do you see anything?" ”

Wo Kuoer, who was originally in contact with the armor, stopped the movement in his hand, he pulled Yang Guozhu and came to the garrison cave by the city wall, "My lord, the one who fought with us just now should be Mengbaqi, the people of the Chinese army did not come out, we did not fight with them, but looking at the way they commanded, it is not quite like the method of our grassland, but it is somewhat similar to our Ming army."

Yang Guozhu shook his head, frowned and pondered, "Could it be that this is just the case, is it really a Jurchen Tartar?" It stands to reason that they have already come to us this year, and they have robbed a lot of things, so they shouldn't come again. ”

Wo Kuo Er scratched his head, but he didn't want to think about Yang Guozhu's question, "My lord, I'm a rough man, I don't understand this thing, we are fighting men, as long as you give an order, I will carry your military flag and charge forward." ”

Yang Guozhu waved his hand and motioned him to retreat, and then, Yang Guozhu turned around a few times in this garrison cave, turned around and went up to the city gate tower, where Lu Xiangsheng was the temporary guard.

Yang Guozhu pushed open the wooden door and saw Lu Xiangsheng sitting on the chair in the middle, his eyes closed as if thinking about something.

"My lord," Yang Guozhu saluted at Lu Xiangsheng.

"Well, Guozhu, you're here, isn't the situation of the Tartars outside?" Lu Xiangsheng said lightly

"My lord, the one who fought with our cavalry just now was probably the people of the Mongolian Eight Banners, but the people in the middle are not very clear, but regardless of them, should we close the net?" Yang Guozhu asked.

Lu Xiangsheng stood up, looked at the dense tartars outside the city gate, and sneered, "Hey, do they still think that this Xuanfu is once guarded by those wastes?" I, Lu Xiangsheng, have been carefully arranging this place for so long, just for today! Guozhu, you're right, it's time for us to close the net, I hope that after this lesson, those Tartars will not dare to pass through me Xuanda"

Lu Xiangsheng At this moment, since he came to Xuanfu, the twilight and depressed look on his body was swept away, and he said to Yang Guozhu, "Tell the bottom, you can close the net!" ”

Yang Guozhu looked happy, bowed down and retreated, next to the corner tower of this city tower, a beacon fire was lit, and when the billowing black smoke rose into the sky, the quiet fields around Xuanda suddenly shook, and then one after another chariots were pushed out, surrounding the Tartar army in the middle.

The Tartars panicked, the flags of the Chinese army waved, and the cavalry of the Tartars began to scatter in all directions, galloping towards the Ming troops who had just stood in formation around them, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves and the shining scimitars made everyone's eyes more than narrow.

"Crossbowman, ready!" The sound of the crunching bowstring was heard, and the rows of archers in the Ming army bent their longbows,

The general in the team stared at the Tartar tightly, and when the Tartar rushed into the range of the bow and arrow, the general stretched out his hand and waved it, shouting loudly, "Release!!" ”

(To be continued.) )