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Every time the lotus blooms, it will bring a touch of bright blood, Zhu Houzhao even felt that he had a chance to become a Buddha at this time, and he was not empty in front of him, and he vowed not to become a Buddha!

Turtu's luck has never been ordinarily good, and two of the thousands of Buddha Fury Tang Lian flying all over the sky were evenly distributed on him, and the horse under his crotch was blown into a honeycomb alive, but he himself did nothing.

But Turtu was still not happy, and the mournful cry of the horseman, who had been with him for more than ten years and was more lovely than his daughter-in-law, stood up and blocked the grenade, lingering in his ears.

"Kill!" Tultu, who had lost his daughter-in-law, turned his grief and anger into strength, and he rushed by him twenty paces away, and in the blink of an eye, he approached the Ming army that was still in the rough trenches.

I saw that this burly Mongolian man with a sword was not old, and he was slashing from the Jiazi battalion to the Wuxu team, and he could set off a bloody storm everywhere he went.

As the leading generals rushed into the Ming army's position, thousands of Tatar men who followed also got rid of the fate of being consumed by the bombing in a short period of time, and killed the Ming army with burning sticks in their hands.

Zhu Houzhao is a little blind, watching too many anti-Japanese war dramas makes him too confident in the power of firearms. The sparse formation, which was originally deliberately arranged in order to create a larger area and denser firepower, turned out to be a burden at this moment.

Because of the relatively dense charging formation, the Tatar army, which had been being beaten, formed a situation of fighting more and fighting less in a small area of battle.

As a result, Zhu Houzhao's men and horses immediately suffered a big loss in a short period of time, although the bird gun did not say long-range attack, but it was indeed only a little stronger than the burning stick in close combat.

"Damn!" Zhu Houzhao almost wanted to vomit blood, and such a scuffle made his iron cucumber useless at all.

Where would he have thought that people in this era would be so fierce and fearless of death when they fight!

"Fight with them!"

Zhu Houzhao was helplessly killing in silence, but shouts suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Second uncle! Second uncle! Brute dog, you dare to kill my second uncle! ”

"Third uncle! My mother is just such a younger brother, you dare to move? ”

"The big head of the family next door, Uncle Wang is your own father!" A middle-aged man with a huge head let out a scream after seeing the young man with the same huge head being cut to the ground, and stabbed two Tatar barbarians to death before holding the young man and crying.

With the frenzied slashing of the Tatars, the Yiwu people's ruthlessness was forced out step by step. This group of fierce beings who can fight bloodily for a month for a bite of food all have red eyes after seeing their relatives and friends being killed.

They pulled out the waist knife from their waists, or they didn't bother to pull out their own, flew and pounced on a Tartar to bite them to death, and then grabbed the half-moon scimitar and began to swing it desperately.

To tell the truth, the new army trained by Zhu Houzhao is definitely inferior to the skilled barbarians on the grassland in the use of cold weapons. But as the old saying goes, those who are afraid of being stunned, those who are stunned are afraid of dying, once Zhu Houzhao's tens of thousands of people don't get killed, it will be 10,000 mad dogs who will escape.

Everyone jumped out of the trenches, and those with knives drew their knives, and those without knives rushed up with their birds. You cut me, I'm sorry, as long as I don't hack Lao Tzu to death, I can hold your thigh and bite it if I break my leg.

The brutal hand-to-hand combat looks more thrilling than a mere gunfight. The cries before death, the vicious cursing, and the cries of pain after being injured, accompanied by scarlet blood splashing in the air, formed a kind of demonic nausea.

The soil under his feet had long since turned into a soft mud under the trampling of more than 10,000 people, and the blood mixed with this stream-like gathering turned purple, like rotten flesh to the point of necrosis.

Zhu Houzhao's boots were stained with this disgusting thing, but he didn't care, his eyes began to turn red, and the long sword in his hand didn't know when it curled up the blade.

The hair was stained with a viscous and fishy liquid that was disgusting, but Zhu Houzhao found that he had never been so focused, much more focused than he was doing with love.

Zhu Houzhao did not have a general who could find the enemy, and the way of fighting soldiers against generals was extremely **** in Zhu Houzhao's opinion. Those who have the ability should kill more small soldiers to relieve the pressure on their own soldiers, and the victory of a war is often the slow accumulation of one head after another.

It was a war destined to go down in history, between dismounted cavalry and infantrymen throwing their swords in a desperate fight.

The Ming army and the Tatars who fought together fought from dusk to nightfall, and from the rising of the moon to the arrival of Chen Xi. In the middle of the night, Turtu clearly felt that the number of people around him was decreasing, rapidly decreasing.

When an army is attrition of 30% in battle, if it can still fight to the death and not retreat, then this army can be said to be the most powerful army in the environment of the times at that time.

From yesterday's bloody battles to the present, the number of dead in Tultu's army has already reached 3,000, and the number of wounded has even doubled, and less than half of the men who dare to fight and are capable of fighting have long been absent.

Because it was night, the Tatars did not notice their crazy attrition, but when the day dawned, not to mention the ordinary Tatar soldiers, even the commander Turtu was about to be frightened. Of the 15,000 elite Tatar cavalry that had been brought, less than half of them were still standing.

The dismounted cavalry is still no match for the foot soldiers!

"Withdraw!" Turtu threw away the broken scimitar in his hand, wiped the half-dried blood from his face, and roared.

They are all eagles on horses, how can they all be lost in this rotten quagmire?

Led by Turtu, the remnants of the Tatar cavalry turned and fled, and a short nap after the melee last night separated the two sides, at which point the Tatars suddenly turned and fled, stepping on their horses, which had also rested for most of the day, and running in the mud.

Yiwu men who have killed red-eyed people, wolves are afraid!

"Chase, slaughter them!" Someone let out a terrible wolf howl, this person fought bravely after the death of his brother-in-law, and he was still fighting fiercely by the four wounds, and he simply slashed and killed as many as three Tatar barbarians.

There are countless murderous people like him who are murderous because of the death of relatives and friends in the war, and there are countless people in Zhu Houzhao's army, and they spontaneously chase and kill them without Zhu Houzhao initiating it.

Unfortunately, even in the mud, it is not easy to run on two legs and four legs.

Turtu panted and rode on horseback, looking at the dense and hideous face of the Ming army behind him, and his heart was more angry than frightened. I saw him look back and shoot an arrow at Zhu Houzhao, who could see that he was a general in the army, and roared: "Today's humiliation, he will definitely repay it with blood every day!" ”

But at this moment, a deafening shout of killing suddenly came from the front of the two armies chasing and fleeing!