There was a group of people hidden in the mountains and forests that were no more than a mile away from the tidal flats, and now, they still stayed there, but they were eager to gouge out their eyeballs and throw them fiercely, so that they could see everything more clearly, the impact of those fierce and fierce Mongolian iron cavalry has not been broken, but the roar of those cannons, and the crisp gunfire that is as dense as fried beans has not stopped, and the blood-colored battle flag is still standing proudly on the high cliff in the face of the wind and snow, and it is fierce. Under the banner, the white figure has not moved, although it has only been a short half cup of tea since the Mongolian cavalry launched the attack, but that kind of crazy attack made Wu Ping feel that the time was extremely difficult.

From the beginning to the present, the gunfire is still intense, and the roar of artillery fire is still extremely rhythmic, everything shows that the 3,000 marines in black clothes and black helmets have simply stopped the fierce Mongolian iron horseman.

This kind of combat power, Wu Ping really can't imagine, and those righteous generals can only shrink their necks, their faces full of envy and admiration. "There is such an army that dares to resist in the face of the notorious Mongolian iron cavalry, and can still resist, where else can they go in the world?" Wu Ping had to sigh with emotion.

Behind him, those relatives and generals all showed expressions of approval.

At this time, Liu Laodao was standing on the other side of the river under the protection of several henchmen, watching those black-clothed soldiers calmly resist, or should I say strangulation the batches of Mongolian iron horsemen who pounced like locusts.

I don't know what hell of the horrific firearms they came from, and looking at the shots of the black-clad soldiers, it was almost as if they would never need to reload their bullets, and even after they stopped, they would spit out deadly projectiles from the barrels again in less than a minute.

There is also the kind of artillery roar that has been continuing, that kind of terrifying power, definitely beyond their cognition and imagination, if before this battle, Liu Laodao and other White Lotus Sect members had a suspicious and hostile attitude towards this army, then now, in their hearts, for this army, their hearts are only left with despair and deep frustration that cannot be matched.

"When did there be such a strong army in the world?" A member of the White Lotus Sect said astringently, his expression numb and stiff as if he had just taken an overdose of Botox poison.

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"After only 3,000 soldiers and horses, more than 10,000 officers and soldiers were annihilated, and after escorting this rebel army for two days and two nights, they still let this Mongolian iron horse crash into disgrace in front of them...... Our White Lotus Holy Sect, if we can convince them to take refuge in me, with such a strong army of apologetics, I am afraid that even the Jingshi can defeat them. Liu Laodao sighed deeply, a little gloomy, a little lonely turned around and walked towards the southwest, this kind of thing can only be said, and regardless of the fact that those people are the same group as Li Zhengdao, who is not at all interested in the teachings of the White Lotus Sect, or even disgusted, since the other party has such an army, how can he go to the White Lotus Sect?

"Sect leader, where are we going, why don't we follow those rebels?" A core member of the White Lotus Sect who had caught up couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Liu Laodao turn on his horse in frustration and turn to the southwest, and rushed forward to ask. "Our mission is not yet complete, and we have not yet ...... those rebels"

Under the cold and almost indifferent eyes of that Liu Laodao, his words gradually became lower and lower.

"Can't you see that the heart of this righteous army has been completely returned to those men in black, no matter how much it takes to make them change their minds, it is better to leave than to continue to stay and be looked down upon." Liu Laodao still decided to explain it and let these people understand this truth.

"I didn't expect that old man to be quite interesting. It's okay to leave like this, it's okay, the province got Kyushu, and it's also a trouble to try to brainwash them. Li Zhengdao, who was helping those rebel troops, maintaining the ranks of those fathers and fellow villagers, and trying to run south, looked at the figures that disappeared in the wind and snow, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he cast his eyes on the battlefield on the other side of the river, and at this moment, the battle was already in full swing.

A large number of Mongolian knights are like a group of gamblers who are anxious to lose, how can they not believe that the invincible Mongolian iron cavalry will actually lose to a group of mud-legged Han people, after the attack was frustrated, they have opened their bows and arrows, intending to use their cavalry to let the other party taste the power, but the bow and arrow in the absence of concentrated formation of covering shots, it is difficult to cause effective damage to the enemy, another point is that these 3,000 marines must all wear armor.

After all, they are the main arms that engage the enemy hand-to-hand on the battleship, and the protection of the armor can ensure that they can kill and injure the enemy's vitality while giving themselves a greater chance of survival.

Although their armor consisted only of arm guards and leg plates, as well as breastplates and steel helmets, these were enough to cover most of their vital points, and under such a defense, those sparse bows and arrows could hardly pose a mortal threat to them.

In the Mongolian language, the ministry said Gude means eagle, but now, he has lost the sharp momentum of the eagle, the horses under him trample the ground restlessly, his flickering frightened eyes staring at the front, the flames continue to crack, the Mongolian warriors can no longer maintain the formation as they did at the beginning under those terrible artillery fire, gradually, the torrent that originally converged has now shown signs of collapse, Many of the Mongol cavalry had begun to consciously rein in their horses, trying to bypass the enemy's artillery bombardment of the position, but many more were already hesitant to do the same as the commander.

I don't know whether to continue to dreadlessly send to death, or whether to give up the bravery and pride that the Mongols have deep in their bones, and turn around and flee like a coward.

"What should we do now, Lord Counselor? The children had died a lot, but the Han were so cunning and insidious, and they had the kind of terrible artillery that we had never seen before, and the kind of iron balls that exploded when we threw them with our hands. "A cavalry officer who was nearly fifty years old, but was still strong, rode up to the front of the staff department and said Gude, with a look of anxiety and anticipation." If we continue to fight like this, there won't be much left of our children of Zhuo Suotu and Zhao Wuda......"

Every second, every minute, death continues, one after another Mongolian warriors fall, what they exchange for their surnames is nothing more than a projectile, from the beginning of the war to the present, the opponent's formation has not been disturbed at all, and the strong Mongolian iron horsemen can't even rush in front of them, those deadly projectiles will always viciously drill into the bodies of those warriors and their mounts in front, causing terrible damage, making them lose the ability to move forward, and even take away their lives.

So far, half of the men and horses have been lost, and this is only a short pillar of incense, and more than a thousand corpses have fallen on the attack surface of less than a mile, and on the side, hundreds of heroic Mongolian cavalry have also fallen, and many of them have been trapped in the gaps of those barbed wire, crying and struggling in despair, and finally fall under the guns of those cold-blooded and ruthless black-clothed soldiers.

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The Consular Department said that Gude shook his head, since such an attack could not be effective, then, it would not have much effect if it dragged on, it was just equivalent to filling in those blanks with his own people's surnames, although he also wanted to rush forward, but senseless death would not be exchanged for anything more than proving that bravery and stupidity were equivalent.

"Blow the trumpet, retreat, let our warriors retreat and regroup, and then find a way." The General Staff said that Gude sighed and gave a new order, but at this time, he heard the sound of dense hooves trampling on the ground suddenly coming from behind his side, and he couldn't help but turn his head in amazement.

Suddenly, a group of bannermen without any banner poured out of the mountain forest, and then attacked the backs of the unsuspecting Mongol cavalry.

"Cavalry, enemy soldiers of the enemy!" The old Mongolian shouted loudly just now, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he could not have imagined that the enemy still had a rear hand at this time, and it was actually a cavalryman of considerable strength.

"Damn the Han Chinese! Blowing the trumpet, turning the horse's head, we rushed up and let them know that the horseback was the world of the Mongols. "The Consular Department said that Gude was furious, these despicable Han people actually wanted to use cavalry to deal with the Mongolian cavalry, this is simply delusional, those men in black used those terrible weapons to block the progress of the Mongols, but it does not mean that this Han cavalry has the ability to cause any damage to the Mongolian cavalry.

"Kill them all, and use their heads to honor the souls of our Mongol warriors." The Mongols shouted frantically, twisted their horses' heads with all their might, and met them viciously, but the distance was so close that less than two hundred Mongol cavalry adjusted their direction in time.

Wu Ping arched his body hard, his hand tightly held the revolver, which had been loaded, and rode towards the backward Mongolian cavalry, originally thinking that they would not have a chance to play, but he could only watch the friendly army like a big grinding plate, crushing this strong Mongolian cavalry, but just when the Mongolian cavalry in the rear began to slow down, Wu Ping finally saw the long-standing blood-colored banner wave suddenly.

At this moment, he realized that the female general did not want to be defeated, she seemed to have the ambition to completely annihilate this Mongolian iron horseman......

(To be continued)