"Kill the Tartar!" The roars of Zhang Zhi and others were like thunder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Under this thunderous roar, Zhang Zhi and the others couldn't help but tear open the outermost defense line of the officers and soldiers and enemy cavalry with lightning speed.

And looking at Zhang Zhi and the others who suddenly appeared from the south, the head of the special prison capital exploded, and the whole person couldn't help but be stunned.

"Quick, quick, stop them, stop them!" In a second, the special prison reacted. And after reacting, he panicked, and he couldn't help but pull his throat, screaming like this,

However, the reaction speed of his soldiers was obviously faster than him, so when he finished shouting in shock, the guards guarding him and left and right also killed Zhang Zhi and the others.

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"The general is in a critical situation at this time, it is too dangerous for you to stay here, it is better to move quickly to avoid the thief's edge." Seeing that Zhang Zhi and the others were menacing and full of fearless death, the commander of the guards beside the special prison capital couldn't help but say to the special prison capital like this in order to be safe.

And Zhang Zhi, who was frightened by the sudden appearance, heard such words, and they didn't want to think about it, so they nodded again and again: "You're right, let's go, let's go." Saying this, the special prison was busy urging the war horse under his crotch, and he couldn't help but want to escape from here.

But with such a cooked duck, how could Zhang Zhi allow him to escape under his nose. "This is a meritorious achievement for himself to make a career and be promoted." Thinking like this in his heart, Zhang Zhimeng, whose eyes were red, slashed and killed an enemy horse blocking the road, and couldn't help roaring: "Quick, come on, kill the Tartar general with me, don't let him run away." ”

With these words on his lips, Zhang Zhi urged the war horse, and he couldn't help but chase after the special prison. Seeing Zhang Zhi like this, the more than 100 horsemen who followed Zhang Zhi couldn't help but be divided into two parts by tacit understanding. One part helped Zhang Zhi and them resist and delay the enemy, and the other part couldn't help but follow Zhang Zhi and kill the special prison together.

"Urna Tartar, you run there, don't you die soon!" Zhang Zhi used the spurs to urge the war horse under his crotch, and his two eyes were staring at the back of the special prison who had fled, and he couldn't help but roar angrily.

And hearing Zhang Zhi's words, the special prison who fled for his life subconsciously turned around, and found that Zhang Zhi was getting closer and closer to him, and he was about to catch up with him. Under the threat of death, he was extremely panicked, and naturally he no longer cared about his demeanor and morale.

screamed "help" like a woman, and couldn't help but bow down on the war horse and flee for her life.

And under his desperate escape, Zhang Zhi, who was blocked by enemy cavalry from time to time, was also thrown away little by little by the special prison where he fled for his life.

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"Ahh Tartar, coward, I'm going to kill you! Seeing that it was not easy to narrow the distance to thirty steps, and was instantly widened to more than forty steps by Zhang Zhi, Zhang Zhi was as angry as seeing a boiled duck flying away, and he couldn't help but become angry.

However, his angry roar obviously had no effect on the special prison with his head hugging his head, and under the domination of inner fear, the special prison ignored Zhang Zhi. Because he knew that as long as the distance between him and Zhang Zhi was opened to a hundred steps, then Zhang Zhi, who was alone in the depths of the army and tried to assassinate him, would be dead, and in such a situation, the fool would stop.

And for this kind of thinking of the special prison capital, Zhang Zhi naturally understands.

So he screamed in a fit of rage, and pulled out the dagger hidden in his boots, and stuck a dagger in his horse's buttocks. The war horse was in pain, and immediately galloped forward like crazy, so that the surrounding officers and soldiers were too late to stop it.

And under such circumstances, Zhang Zhi and Nate Prison couldn't help but be drawn closer again.

"Dog Tartar, not yet dead!" The two war horses got closer and closer, and when the two sides were only ten steps away, Zhang Zhi roared angrily, and he couldn't help but pick up the jagged steel knife in his hand and throw it at the back of the special prison.

And the special prison in front of him, who had been holding his head and running around, heard a burst of breaking wind in both ears, and his back hurt, and he who was originally riding a horse galloping, but he couldn't help but fly up like a mist.

"Bang~" There was a muffled sound, and the special prison that was still alive and well couldn't help but fall into a pool of blood like a dead dog.

Seeing this scene, all the officers and soldiers around couldn't help but be eerily quiet. One by one, they were dumbfounded, as if they were scared stupid.

But at this moment, the neighing of a war horse suddenly broke the silence and brought everyone back to their senses.

The surrounding officers and soldiers who had come back to their senses silently watched Zhang Zhile get off the saddle, and then watched Zhang Zhi next to him as if no one was next to him in front of all of them, picked up the sawtooth broadsword inserted in the north of the special dungeon, and cut off the head of the dungeon one after another.

Looking at Zhang Zhi, who was carrying their general's head covered in blood like a ghost, the officers and soldiers around him couldn't help but be stunned.

"The general is dead, do you want revenge?" These people couldn't help but think so in their hearts.

But before they could figure out this difficult question, they didn't know where dozens of black-clothed enemy horsemen suddenly ran out, protecting Zhang Zhi tightly behind him.

"You and the other lords have already been ambushed, so why don't you get off your horse and surrender quickly, and save your own life!" The dozens of black-clad enemy riders roared at them like this.

Hearing such an angry roar, some officers and soldiers looked at each other, and they couldn't help but silently turn their horses' heads and chose to flee. Yes, the main generals are all killed in battle, and they still have a yarn.

And in such a situation, with a deserter, a rout is inevitable.

And at the same time, he was talking about Zhang Mingtong's side. When Zhang Shihui, who commanded the people in the middle of the road, found that Zhang Mingtong and they were accidentally surrounded by the enemy, he, who had a relationship with Zhang Mingtong since he was a child, couldn't help but make people fight hard to launch an attack on the enemy, hoping that Zhang Mingtong and them could be rescued smoothly.

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"Kill, kill me. No one is allowed to retreat until the Tartars are defeated! As time passed, Zhang Shihui's heart couldn't help but become more and more anxious.

"Mingtong and they have been surrounded by Tartars for half an hour, but nothing must happen!" Zhang Shihui's heart was so anxious to think, and then he was so anxious that he couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help but pick up the war knife and roared and killed it.

"Kill the Tartar!" Zhang Shihui roared angrily, brandished the war knife in his hand, and led the guards under his tent to rush forward to kill without fear of death, one after another I don't know how many enemies were cut.

And finally, after struggling forward to kill for nearly a quarter of an hour, Zhang Shihui violently slashed an enemy in front of him, and couldn't help but vaguely see Zhang Mingtong and others who were surrounded by enemies through the enemy's body, and heard Zhang Mingtong's shouting of killing, which was not too loud.

"Great, great, Mingtong they're still alive, Mingtong they're still alive. Quick, fucking kill them for me, and get them out of Mingtong. Hearing the shouting of killing, Zhang Shihui roared loudly, and couldn't help but change a war knife and rushed forward again.

"Die!" The black-clothed soldiers roared angrily, and under the attack from both sides, the dozens of officers and soldiers who blocked them were killed in a matter of moments.

"Mingtong, Mingtong, are you okay?" After killing the Tartars who surrounded Zhang Mingtong and them, Zhang Shihui, who was covered in blood, couldn't help but care about Zhang Mingtong, who was also covered in blood and there were only dozens of people left beside him.

"Ahem" Seeing Zhang Shihui with a concerned face, Zhang Mingtong, who was a little excited, coughed lightly, and then couldn't help grinning: "Okay, I just slaughtered one of their deputy households, and this time I really made a lot of money." Saying this, Zhang Mingtong, who was covered in blood and had seven or eight wounds on his body, couldn't help but smile and show Zhang Shihui his trophies.

Seeing this, Zhang Shihui laughed and patted him on the shoulder, so he couldn't help but retreat with him.

Because on the side of the Chinese army, the ratio of battle losses between the black-clothed army and the new army has reached a ratio of one to two. Therefore, it is already difficult for the enemy to turn the tide, and people like Zhang Shihui and others naturally don't have to do the things that lead the way.

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After tens of thousands of officers and soldiers, under the banner of the officers and soldiers, Polo stood on a high slope, looking at the huge battlefield in front of him, but he couldn't help but find that before he knew it, the new army and cavalry, which they were proud of, had embarked on the road of inevitable defeat.

And what is even more sad is that this failure has nothing to do with stratagem, but only because they can't compare to the enemy.

Yes, simply because they are no match for the enemy. Their soldiers are not as brave as the black-clothed army, and the armor is also strong and sharp as the black-clothed army, and the generals in the army are not as fierce and fearless as the black-clothed army. Therefore, they lost to the enemy with dignity, and there was no excuse for losing.

So much so that by this time, Polo was a little suspicious of himself. "In the end, they are officers and soldiers, or are they officers and soldiers on their own side." These nearly 10,000 new troops are already the most elite imperial court soldiers and horses in the world, and such a soldier and horse once defeated several times their thief army on the battlefield when they were in the land of Xiangjing.

But such an elite army is so unbearable in the face of a thief like a thief in black. It would even take two for one to kill a black-clad sergeant.

Such a result undoubtedly made Polo very desperate, so much so that after the news of the imminent rout of the three thousand cavalry came, Polo, who was known as the best of his peers, was already a little at a loss.

He didn't know what to do now, the enemy was so terrible, unprecedentedly terrifying, that he was a little stunned.

Thankfully, he had a good father.

Like Polo, he was confident in the recruits he had spent so much money and effort training on.

Because he has been in the military circles of the Yuanmeng Empire for most of his life, he knows how corrupt and degenerate the empire's army is. Therefore, from the very beginning, Badulu did not pin the hope of the thief on this group of corrupt imperial officers and soldiers at all.

Look at this group of soldiers who have been changed by the upper-ranking officers to drink the blood of the soldiers and eat empty salaries. Judging by their appearance, they are simply a bunch of slaves, beggars and hooligans in military uniforms.

Such a group of garbage, even if the great Genghis Khan came back to lead them, it is estimated that it will not bring any victory.

So he trained the new army and selected the elite Tanma Red Army from tens of thousands of officers and soldiers. He was convinced that only such a force could crush the massive army of thieves and bring new glory to his family.

But he didn't expect that this new army, on which he had pinned great hopes, would fail in front of his eyes, and the defeat would be so dignified. Looking at the retreating new army on the battlefield who was pressed and beaten by the black-clothed army and killed one after another, and his son, who seemed helpless under the persecution of the enemy, he couldn't help but take a deep breath and ordered to a general beside him: "Quick, send troops to sweep the formation, and ring the ringing gold for me." We lost this battle. ”

Yes, lost. Although the troops at the front were not yet completely defeated, they were still defeated. Because now everyone can see that in more than half an hour, their new army will be completely defeated.

Therefore, after receiving the order to answer the loss of Badulu, the general couldn't help but go down to prepare for it as soon as possible, and the herald also conveyed the order to Polo at the first time.

"Young marshal, the marshal has an order, and he orders to withdraw the troops immediately, and there must be no mistakes."

"Okay, I'll call in now." Hearing this, Polo, who had found the backbone of the Lord again, nodded, and couldn't help but say the same.

And hearing him say this, there was no need for him to say anything, and the commander of his personal guard also sounded Mingjin and gave the order to withdraw the troops to the whole army.

"Wow! For! For! The loud sound of gold resounded through the battlefield. Hearing such a loud sound of gold, the morale of more than 10,000 recruits who were already depressed couldn't help but spontaneously select a part of the more elite troops as the rear troops, and began an orderly withdrawal.

However, in the face of the black-clothed soldiers who have already killed the red-eyed, although this group of officers and soldiers of the new army is extremely elite, in the unfavorable situation, where can they easily withdraw.

Although it is said that Badulu has already sent 8,000 soldiers and horses to plunder, the black-clothed army still has these 4,000 plundering troops and horses. So this time, Zhang Shihua did not accept it when he saw it, but gave an order to continue the pursuit.

And under the pursuit of the black-clothed army who were not afraid of death, it was worth abandoning more than 2,000 soldiers and horses on the side of Badulu, and tried to preserve their large army as much as possible.

But even so, before the start of the war, it was originally a new army of 13,000 men and horses, and when it was over, it still lost more than 4,000 soldiers and horses. And these more than 4,000 soldiers and horses are adding the more than 2,000 soldiers and horses and 3,000 vanguard troops. The 30,000 officers and soldiers of the imperial court who answered the loss of Badulu couldn't help but lose nearly 30% in these two days.

The loss of 30% is painful and unbearable for anyone.

So after the end of this battle, the answer to the loss of Badulu couldn't help but fall into reflection.