At the foot of the mountain, in the Tatar camp, five men who were on night patrol were standing idle, occasionally looking around or exchanging glances with each other. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIn fact, they didn't think that what would happen in the early hours of the morning, could it be that the Ming army would dare to attack them in turn?

Unexpectedly, things were so unexpected, and all of a sudden, they heard a sharp sound of breaking the sky at the same time, which was very familiar to them, and it was produced when the feather arrow flew after it left the string. This realization made them stunned, and they just wanted to react, but it was half a beat too late.

Five sharp arrows were driven into the necks of the five unfortunate men at the same time, almost in no particular order, and because of the great force, they also fell sharply to one side with their bodies. It wasn't until the body hit the ground that a hoarse scream burst out from the throats of several people who had been torn open by sharp arrows, which was very similar to the cry of several old hens whose throats had been cut off before they died.

Although the sound was not very loud, it was like a thunderbolt in the quiet of the night, waking up all the Tatars who were still asleep. Especially the big brain hair that was already preoccupied, after hearing these screams, he jumped up from the ground in a hurry, and at the same time, he reached out and pulled out the steel knife: "What's wrong?" ”

At the same time, there was a roar from Bai Dengshan, followed by the sudden sound of horses' hooves, and hundreds of Ming soldiers rushed to the Tartar camp, which was already in some chaos at this time, with hatred for the daytime attack and a desire for survival.

Among them, it was naturally Yang Zhen who rushed to the front, only to see him riding his horse forward, and at the same time, the bow in his hand was constantly stretched and released, and one by one sharp arrows flew straight towards those Tartars who had reacted and wanted to be ready to fight on the horse, nailing them to death in front of the horse one by one.

However, after the Tartars came back to their senses completely and began to draw their knives in unison, it was impossible for Yang Zhen to completely interrupt their response on his own. Moreover, as the Lianzhu fast arrows continued to fly out, the two pots of arrows that Yang Zhen carried on the side of the horse had also been quickly exhausted, and even his hands felt a trace of soreness. At the same time, they had already slaughtered the Tartar camp, and the role of bows and arrows was no longer too obvious.

"Kill!" Without the slightest pause, Yang Zhen quickly threw away the longbow in his hand, and then pulled out the saber at his waist, and slashed at the neck of the Tartar who was hurrying up in front of him. And the soldiers of the Ming army who followed him did not hesitate, and shouted and drew their swords to attack the enemy in front of them.

Because the morale of the Ming army was high, and they killed the Tatars by surprise as soon as they came, so although they were still inferior in terms of strength, they completely beat the Tatars to the point of parrying, and the Tartars were constantly cut down to the ground by them, while the casualties of the Ming army were almost none.

Seeing this situation, the morale of these soldiers in the Beijing camp was once again invigorated: "It turns out that we are not as vulnerable as we thought before, and it turns out that the ability of the Tartars is nothing more than that!" With this thought, it made them even more free of their hands and feet, even in the face of more enemies, they were fearless, and they could only rush and kill as much as they could.

However, as a majestic voice in the Tartars shouted in succession and issued orders to everyone in Mongolian, the Tartars who were fighting on their own suddenly changed. Instead of riding their horses to meet the enemy in the same hurry as before, they scattered on their horses, leaving the onslaught of the imposing Ming army as a fist in the air.

But their retreat is not an escape, but a strategy, a strategy that has worked for hundreds of years. After relying on the cavalry skills that were far superior to the Ming army to dodge the Ming army's offensive, they showed another killer weapon that caused the Ming army to be even more troublesome, that is, their archery skills that were far superior to the Ming army.

These Tatar warriors have been herding horses and hunting for a living since childhood, and archery is a part of their lives, and even in the darkest hours before dawn, their accuracy is not much worse than usual. Although they are indeed not comparable to Yang Zhen, a person with amazing eyesight and who has also practiced strong martial arts, compared with ordinary Ming soldiers, it is enough to make the latter embarrassed.

As they rode their horses to dodge and constantly turned around to reflect, many Ming soldiers who were recklessly just trying to rush and kill the Tartars in the past fell off their horses.

After Yang Zhen turned around and dodged an arrow from the face, he was also shocked that the situation was not good, and hurriedly ordered: "Poor Kou Mo chase, let's break through quickly!" ”

His voice was emitted by the condensation of dantian qi, so every Ming army soldier present could hear it clearly. They only came to their senses at this time, and their purpose today was not to kill the enemy but to take the road, so they reined in the reins of their horses one after another, and followed Yang Zhen towards the side away from the Tartars.

But their movements were obviously also watched by the Tartars, and as soon as they saw that they wanted to leave, they gave the order to pursue at that time. Suddenly, the Tartars, who had been scattered in all directions, quickly turned around and followed closely behind the Ming army, and at the same time shot deadly arrows at the Ming army from time to time.

One after another screams immediately sounded among the Ming army, which was the movement of those who had been hit by arrows and fallen from their horses. And then, the place let out a terrible howl before death, and it was the reaction of the Tartars when they rushed up and killed the soldiers who had fallen to the ground before they were exhausted.

Hearing the sound of his comrades being shot off their horses one by one and killed, the morale of the Ming army, which had just gathered, gradually dissipated again. After all, this Jingying army is not a division of a hundred battles, and when the battle goes well, it may be able to fight a strong enemy in one go, but once they are at a disadvantage, their morale will plummet, and it will be difficult to give birth to the courage to continue fighting.

Yang Zhen only glanced back a few times, and he already understood the problem in his heart. Unconsciously sighed in his heart: "If this is an elite division, with the advantage of the night attack just now, maybe we can completely defeat this enemy army, and we don't have to think about how to break through and escape." ”

"My lord, what should I do next?" Several Jinyi Wei brothers followed closely behind Yang Zhen and asked.

Yang Zhen looked back at the direction of Bai Mountain, and then resolutely said, "Let's go west and lead them away from Bai Mountain." ”

Although they had some doubts about Yang Zhen's choice, these subordinates who had been following Yang Zhen for some time still agreed loudly, and then followed Yang Zhen to turn the horse's head away and run towards the west.

When the Tatars saw the Ming army rushing towards the fortress far away from the Ming army in Datong, they were even more determined, and immediately chased after them, vowing to catch up with these damn fellows and kill them. Because of the night attack just now, the Ming army caused nearly 100 casualties among the Tatars.

The head with a big brain hurt even more, and this time he was really too careless. I thought that it would be impossible for the Ming army, which behaved very clumsily, to cause too much trouble to itself, but now it seems that things are not as good as I thought. Now he has only one purpose, to annihilate all these hateful creatures, to vent his hatred.

The Ming army and the Tatars fled and chased after each other, and quickly rushed to the west, while the bottom of the Baishan Mountain was now quiet again. At this time, more than a dozen horsemen and horses appeared on the mountain, looking at the corpses of the enemy and us lying on the ground, as well as the faint shouting and screaming, Zhong Yu's cheeks couldn't help but tremble.

It was because of his own carelessness that he fell for someone else's conspiracy, which led to so many soldiers dying here in vain. And they, in order to help themselves return to Datong safely, rushed to the Tatar military camp where they were far from being opponents without hesitation, and now their lives and deaths are unpredictable.

At this moment, Zhong Yu only felt that he was a person who committed a great crime, because of a momentary selfish thought, he killed countless people, and the feeling of remorse continued to spread and breed in his heart, making him hate to die here like this.

"My lord, let's hurry back to Datong now to find reinforcements to save the second brother." Cai Yingyang's voice interrupted his thoughts, causing Zhong Yu to quickly come back to his senses. Yes, now is not the time to feel sorry for yourself and blame yourself, what should be done now should be how to go back and move in to rescue Yang Zhen and them!

"You're right, let's hurry back to Datong!" Zhong Yu immediately shook the reins of the horse, clamped the horse's belly with both feet, and urged the war horse to run towards Datong City in the south. This is the only way he can remedy it, and I hope those soldiers can hold on until reinforcements arrive.

His wishes are good, but the reality is cruel. When the Ming army and the Tatars compared their riding skills, the battle situation fell even more to the Tatars. The Mongolian nation has always been called the horse nation, they grew up on the horse when they were young, and the horse is an extension of their body, which can be compared with the soldiers of the Ming army?

So after some chase, the distance between the two sides was constantly narrowed. Some of the Ming troops with poor riding skills had already been chased by them, and then turned into their swords. And what is even more terrifying is that because it was decided to flee at the beginning, it was difficult for the Ming army to have the courage to turn back and face the battle, and the momentum of the raid on the Tatars just now had already disappeared, and there was only a passive beating.

"Whew-poof!" A knife slashed through a strange arc and slashed into the body of the last Ming soldier, and after a scream, he slammed to the ground, seeing that he was not alive. The Tatars, who followed closely behind, did not even look at him, but rode over his body, which he did not know whether he was alive or dead, and trampled him into a mass of flesh.

Such scenes happen at the back of the team from time to time, and Yang Zhen can see it when he turns his head slightly. He also regretted it in his heart, so it was better to turn around and fight. But from the eyes of those Ming soldiers, he no longer saw the slightest courage to fight again, everyone just wanted to escape, desperately escaped, but no longer had the courage to fight hard.

Yang Zhen, as well as the two or three hundred sergeants who followed him all the way to the west, had fallen into the biggest crisis at this moment.