Of course, Fan Jin still has reinforcements in hand. After all, at the beginning of the operation, he was ready to fight hard, Zhang Zongdao's defection was an unplanned harvest for him, and although it was logical that there were real loyal people among the children of the Zhang family, it could not be included in the plan. With the help of his subordinates, three hundred athletes, Fan Jin had more cards in hand, not less. It's just that the change in the situation is also beyond Fan Jin's expectations, the combat power of the Mongols is far beyond estimates, even Qi Jin, who has dealt with the Chahar Mongols, never thought that he could meet such a difficult Mongol.

Of course, a big reason for this result was Fan Jin's indiscriminate attack, and on the other hand, although the troops he led were already elites after Qi Jin's training, there was still a big gap between them and the elite soldiers of Jizhen, and Xin Ai's troops were far more courageous than the ordinary Mongols they encountered. After just one round of fighting, the border army was basically crippled anyway, and it was difficult to put it into the battlefield again before the rest and recuperation were completed. The losses of Hu Cong around Fan Jin exceeded 20%, and the cavalry under the command of the third lady still had combat power, but they could not break through the defensive circle formed by the Mongolian army. If the Mongol reinforcements arrived first, Fan Jin would have no choice but to flee. In turn, Xin Ai's side will face passivity.

Qi Jin frowned and looked at Pingyu Village, muttering in his heart: What about Fan Jin's reinforcements?

From the moment the Cloud Piercing Cannon was launched, the army's actions should have been a chain of advances. The standard battalion attacked from the outside, and its own troops blossomed from the center. Pingyu Village has released 200 people to himself, and he should have come to support.

Xin Ai also had a similar question at this time, why hadn't his reinforcements arrived yet? Although Xin Ai was calm and calm on the surface, shouting loudly, preparing for the next attack, his heart had already begun to be anxious. Reinforcements, he needs reinforcements. If you continue to fight like this, your own people will be exhausted! The courage of the prairie boy made him unable to give the order to retreat, and even if he wanted to retreat now, he might not be able to retreat. The valley was full of cannons, the drums were getting louder and louder, and the battle was raging, and if you withdrew, you might crash into an ambush.

At present, the key point of this big war is on your own side. Catching Fan Jin, the Ming army naturally did not dare to fight any further. If you get caught, it's all over. On the side of the Ming army, there were already people shouting loudly to assemble the scattered foot soldiers, preparing to regroup, and the cavalry was looking at their side. Xin Ai's head was dizzy for a while, obviously his sick and weak body was not suitable for this kind of long-term immediate charge, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and a fishy smell permeated his mouth.

Relying on the stimulation of great pain, Xin Ai forcibly cheered himself up, brandished his scimitar and gave the order again: charge!

The Mongolian cavalry began to gallop again, the third lady gritted her teeth, raised the knife in her hand and was about to give an order, Qi Jin looked at the broken military array around him, and shouted: "Spear!" Push! The shotgunners abandoned their firearms, and all raised their spears, forming a thin spear barrier in front of Fan Jin.

Xue Wu and Mei Ruyu protected Fan Jin on the left and right, and Xue Sufang was ready to pull Fan Jin to run first. At the moment when the vanguards of the two cavalry collided, a trumpet suddenly sounded in the valley, and then an infantry came out with a banner raised, and the leader of the army carried a machete and shouted:

"Chop off the legs of the horses first, then cut the people, and kill all these tartars!"

"Kill all these Tartars!" The infantry behind him shouted loudly, and then ran towards Xin Ai's ranks. Fan Jin's reinforcements finally arrived first.

In the valley, it has been transformed into a flesh mill. From time to time there is a fresh flesh filling. Not long after the arrival of Fan Jin's reinforcements, a broken Mongol army fled into the valley, temporarily replenishing Xin Ai's fresh blood, but this joy did not last long, and more Ming Dynasty standard battalion soldiers also pursued in, and Fan Jin's troops attacked Xin Ai in front and back. The Mongol soldiers, the Ming army, and each other joined the battle in an unorganized manner, so that the situation on the battlefield kept changing. At least in this battlefield, planning and even command have lost their meaning, and only simple fighting remains.

With a knife that slashed the person in front of him, the excited warrior was knocked out by the war horse before he could find the next opponent. The person was in the air, and the blood had already spurted out of his mouth, leaving a line of blood in the air. The next moment, a soldier jumped up and threw the knight to the ground, and the two rolled and wrestled together, and the soldier who was at the bottom shouted: "Stab him!" Leave me alone! The two robes ran over with short spears, only to find that stabbing the cavalry to death would inevitably lead to the piercing of their own robes. Just as the two hesitated, the bowstring sounded, and the sharp arrow shot by the Condor Archer had already pierced the throats of the two of them.

Xin Ai has already dismounted and fought on foot. As the number of dead bodies increased, and the wounded were not dealt with in time, and there were corpses or wounded soldiers everywhere, it became more and more difficult for horses to run. Coupled with the fact that the Ming army consciously targeted the mount attack, Xin Ai had already changed three horses, and when faced with no horses to change, he simply jumped down.

The guards around him are no longer his blood alliance brothers. The three blood alliance guards who had drunk blood wine with him and agreed to share life and death had been swallowed up by the battlefield. Several people who were obviously so-called martial arts masters had launched a decapitation attack against Xin Ai, and if it weren't for the three Blood Alliance Guards who traded their lives for Xin Ai to buy time for him, he might have died in that attack.

Although after the failure of the Ming army's beheading operation, there were no masters involved, it does not mean that Xin Ai is safe. The battlefield is becoming more and more chaotic, and from time to time there are remnants of defeated generals joining, so that the commander's control over the battlefield is seriously weakened, and there is no way to ensure his own safety. Both sides have killed sex, fear and cowardice have been diluted by blood and death, and everyone realizes that this is a Colosseum, and if you bite your opponent to death, you can live, otherwise it will be a dead end. Some of them fled along the mountain road, and the fate is still uncertain, and the rest are fighting to the death.

Xin Ai was retreating, and suddenly a Ming soldier who was supposed to be a corpse on the side of the road jumped up suddenly, waved the steel knife in his hand and looked at Xin Ai, Xin Ai couldn't parry and desperately dodge, the seriously injured soldier knife had no accurate head, and the knife that should have been decapitated was slashed on Xin Ai's body, and a few sparks collided between the knife and the iron armor, and the steel knife was broken. Before the soldier could draw his sword again, the long knife of the pro-soldier had already been cut down. Before he died, the soldier desperately grabbed Xin Ai's leg and shouted, "Two hundred taels! Two hundred taels! ”

Lunatic!

Although Xin Ai was not injured, she was hit by a huge force, and her five organs seemed to be out of position, and her dizziness became even worse. He needs rest, he needs mare's milk wine, and he needs the blessing of the Buddha. He needs ...... Reinforcements!

Everything went as planned, he served as the bait, and the second-line catcher served as the second bait, but the 8,000 army that served as the clamp was unable to complete the task for a long time, and the Ming army still came in a steady stream, and it was as a chasing soldier, not a defeated soldier. With a huge army of 8,000 people, it can't solve the enemy, what are you going to eat?

Just as he looked around for a place to rest temporarily, a few dangerous eyes noticed him twenty paces away.

A man whispered, "Xiucai." This one looks like a big guy, do you dare to him? ”

"Well, with a dozen guards, at least a leader. But there were only six of us left. ”

"Grass, I asked you if you dare, but I didn't ask you a few people. If you want to go back to be a county horse, I didn't ask, do others dare? ”

"Xiao Changce, I X your ancestor! This person is mine! ”

At the same time, in the shade of grass and trees, a small crossbow poked out and aimed at Fan Jin, who was enjoying Xue Wu's massage not far away. The crossbow bearer didn't know who he was aiming at, but by instinct, the one who could take a beautiful woman to the battlefield must be a great official of the Ming Dynasty. My three brothers are already dead, and I will die soon, so pull a big official on my back, it's enough!

Shouts of killing!

"Pull Lick Khan, let's withdraw!"

Inside the tent, the eight commanders chanted almost in unison, and the tent was filled with echoes. As the finalist of this game, he showed a calmness and calmness that was extremely incommensurate with his appearance. Shaking his head, he said: "The Great Khan is still waiting for us to rescue, how can we evacuate?" If we withdraw now, people will say that I murdered my brother. Do you want me to bear this sin and be cursed by the Immortal Heavens? Unlike his father, he adhered to the most traditional shamanic beliefs and did not convert to the Yellow Sect.

"Of course, Talik Khan will not frame his brother, but our enemy is too strong, and if we don't retreat, not only will we not be able to save the Great Khan, but even our own sons will be buried in it. We are facing at least 10,000 Ming troops! A commander who had just retired from the front said in a loud voice. He is one of the five commanders around Xin Ai, and he can be regarded as Xin Ai's henchman, and his words are extraordinarily weighty.

"I saw a lot of flags, and I saw a lot of Ming officials in armor, and I bet there were at least two or even three generals on the battlefield. Three soldiers! We have too few men to win against them. ”

"It's impossible to win, but you have to save the sweat!" Pullik said with a gloomy face: "The horses can't lose their head horses, and the grasslands can't lose their khans. Salik, Lesuba, you two go and rush with your thousand-man team, as long as you can break through a line, send me a message immediately, and I will lead the other troops to press up. No matter what, save the Great Khan, or we'll all die here! ”

"Obey!" The two commanders, who belonged to Rick himself and his uncle and the elder general, were given the order, while the other commanders looked at Rick anxiously, dissatisfied with his insistence, but did not dare to say it. Talik knew very well that these two commanders would definitely not be able to break through the defense line of the Ming army, and then it was time for him to consider retreating. From the moment he asked to be the bait, he was waiting for this opportunity.

The elder brother's body will not last long, and if he marries the third lady, he will die faster. Pullik originally supported Xin Ai, just because he wanted him to subdue all the opponents and take over the throne smoothly. But now that Fan Jin is out of this variable, his plan has to be changed. The elder brother's ideas were too traditional, and the tribe was doomed to decline in his hands. The wolves don't need an old and mediocre wolf king, they must stand up and do everything for the tribe!

He knew that the current situation was not good for him, but if he fought hard, he could still save Xin Ai, and he was indeed desperate. It's just that there are many ways to work hard, and I have chosen a path that can best preserve the vitality of the tribe, even if it is Xin Ai's henchmen, I will not think that there is anything wrong with my actions, as for the failure to rescue successfully, this is the will of Changshengtian, not the category of manpower.

The two commanders returned to the camp much faster than expected, and just when Pullik was still thinking about how to receive everything from Xin Ai and how to deal with the relationship with Daming, the two commanders withdrew. In such a short period of time, the attitude is inevitably too perfunctory, which greatly affects the image that Pullic has maintained before. He frowned, and was about to reprimand him, when the two commanders had already spoken first:

"Pullik Khan! Those Ming officers and soldiers are shouting...... The Great Khan is dead! Also singled out the golden helmet of the Great Khan......"

In the middle of the valley.

Fan Jin looked at the head in front of him, and he also looked helpless, and looked at the third lady beside him with some hesitation and said, "This is really Xin Ai?" You can't be mistaken, right? ”

"I won't be mistaken by the way he looks." The third lady said proudly.

"Such a big sweat was killed by a few of them? I broke seven good hands and failed to take off his head, but let them do it? Fan Jin looked at the four people in front of him, Xiao Changce, Xue Wenlong, and two border soldiers. Two of his companions were killed in the battle, and these four were also covered in injuries, among which Xue Wenlong's left arm was extremely injured, and whether he could be saved was still between the two. But compared to the value of the human head in front of him, this casualty is really nothing.

At first, they only hunted a great nobleman. But when the third lady saw the head, she decided that this was Xin Ai. Since the corpse was no longer easy to find, it was not easy to find the token, so the golden helmet on the person's head could only be handed over to the soldier and taken outside. The Mongol soldiers in the valley were originally fighting on their own, and it didn't matter much whether they showed their heads or not. Xue Sufang thought back to the crossbow arrow that had just been shot at Fan Jin, and her heart palpitated. If it weren't for Mei Ruyu's timely action, Fan Jin might have suffered too. She said, "The battlefield is now disrupted, and neither of them can find anyone, and it is not uncommon for the Lord to be beheaded. Didn't you almost ...... just now?"

"I'm not almost, I'm far from it." Fan Jin smiled indifferently: "With so many masters by my side, how can it be so easy to be hacked to death." The Mongols are getting bigger and fewer at the moment, and the standard battalions are coming more and more, and we should have won this battle. ”

The third lady looked at the dead corpses from a high place, among which the corpses of the Ming army were obviously more than the Mongolian soldiers, but considering the total number of soldiers and the population and other factors, she must also admit that Fan Jin was right, this battle was indeed won by the Ming Dynasty. Xin Ai's elite guards suffered heavy casualties, and he was beheaded again, and his people were afraid that they would not be able to suppress the field, and the pattern on the grassland was about to change again.

This is, of course, a tragedy for the whole of Tumut. But for the third lady personally, this is too good news to be good. Between the tribe and the individual, she chose the latter without even thinking about it. He smiled sweetly at Fan Jin and said softly, "Yes, we won!" After the battle, it's time to sit down and reason, this is what you do best, and the person opposite is in trouble. ”

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