At this time, the desolate horn of the Mongols sounded again, and almost instantly, thousands of snow-bright scimitars were unsheathed and raised to the sky, and the Mongols howled like wolves, and the blood-devouring howl made Wu Ping's fingertips holding the handle of the gun turn slightly white. 【Reading.com】

Then, those slow-moving war horses, like arrows off the string, flew out in an instant, like a gust of wind, wrapped in wind and snow, with an indomitable momentum, rushed towards the river beach......

They were like the rising tsunami, with the roar of the wind, standing proudly, and then smashing down viciously, as if the most impregnable reef between heaven and earth could not stop their light blow.

The wild iron hooves trampled on the thin snow, crushing the snowflakes, crushing the dead grass, crushing the solid earth, and trembling the place, as if trembling with fear. The dense and violent sound of hooves seems to cover everything in the world, and even makes people feel that the heavens and the earth have changed color and the heavens and the earth are silent.

The scimitar, which stood up with a sleek, seemed to be able to shatter even the soft and weak snowflakes. Wu Ping's face couldn't help but turn slightly pale, and a chill came from his heart, if his own rebel army, without the help of Li Zhengdao and the others, and that marine, would not have gotten rid of these iron cavalry in time, if it was on the plain, this Mongolian iron cavalry would have killed directly so arrogantly, then ......

"Fortunately, the villagers and brothers are about to withdraw......" Wu Ping couldn't help but feel such a powerless joy in his heart, yes, anyone on such a battlefield, seeing thousands of iron horsemen coming towards him, that kind of irresistible, unstoppable despair, will be like a nightmare hand full of barbs, viciously choking your throat, making you breathless, making you rise from the bottom of your heart of desperate fear, making you just want to turn around and flee.

Red light, suddenly, a blazing red light suddenly flashed in the rushing torrent, and the torrent, which seemed to be unstoppable forever, seemed to be topped by an inconspicuous reef lurking in the river, and then, and then another......

The clumps of deadly flames that erupted in the wind and snow that were gradually gaining momentum, these Mongol horsemen had seen the terrible lethality of these things in the way of pursuit, and if they were on the road, they would have dexterously controlled their horses to hide a little farther, or had their mounts make some incredible movements to protect their demands, but now, they could do nothing but try to keep their bodies low.

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Because, whether it is left or right, front and back, it is the wild and furious war horse, at this moment, they are under the full speed of the sprint, want to make those movements, there will only be one end, fall off the horse, and then the cavalry behind sit down The iron hooves of the war horse trampled their limbs and heads to pieces.

"Damn, despicable and shameless Han people, you all have to die! All of them must die, and I'm going to chop off all your heads and make wine glasses!" Tengger's eyes were bloodshot, and his large hand holding the hilt of the scimitar turned white. He was angry, he was angry at why these Han people didn't obediently, honestly crouch on the ground, and let him cut off their heads with great pleasure, angry at how they would dare to use intrigue to plot against the brave and fearless Mongol horsemen.

Yes, he is angry, like a vicious wolf, angry that his prey is trying to resist, which not only arouses his ferocity and murderous intent, but also arouses his desire not to scatter his prey into pieces, and he will never be reconciled.

And before and after him, the expressions of those brave Mongolian warriors are equally rigid and hideous, the pride of being invincible in the world for hundreds of years, the kind of strong surname that remembers that they are the descendants of the blue wolf and the white deer, and the more they are frustrated, the more courageous they are, so that they have the courage to face blood and death.

The sound of the explosion was like lava gushing out of a crater, hitting the raging torrent at the foot of the mountain, leaving only a trail of green smoke and a whistling sound, which scorched a few drops of liquid, but failed to weaken the torrent even a bit.

The Mongol cavalry behind them were rushing one after another, and they didn't even want to stop for a second, drew their scimitars, slapped their horses, howled, and chased after the mighty torrent that was unstoppable, like the long tail of a comet streaked across the sky.

"Damn, these dogs say ......" Wu Ping's face was so blue that he was hideous, his hand was holding the hilt of the knife at his waist, and his eyes were vicious, like a butcher facing a thick-skinned pork, looking at his blunt knife there angrily looking for a whetstone.

At this moment, the terrible galloping of thousands of war horses made Wu Ping's heart feel a little turbulent, and he couldn't help but worry about the black-clothed soldiers who were covering the retreat of the last 10,000 people of the righteous army, and even he had a few times in his heart to shout to his subordinates, and galloped out on horseback, at least to make those Mongolian iron horsemen pay some blood to stop their impulse to rush forward so wildly.

"Big brother, come on, I'm afraid that if those brothers can't stand it, we are also gentlemen, and we can't just sit here and pee." Wu Peng's eyes widened, panting, and a thick white mist erupted from his mouth and nose, like an angry beast.

"No!" Wu Ping calmed down under the urging of Wu Peng, he raised his gaze, and looked at the cliff next to the nameless ferry on the river beach, the crimson flags were facing the wind fiercely, and the flagpole did not shake a bit, just like the strongest reef under the sky.

"General Shi once had an order, and without her order, we can only continue to wait here." Wu Ping's eyes fell on the banner, the faint white shadow, the tall and handsome figure was like a bright lamp, in the wind and snow, in the fire and sword light, it was still so eye-catching, so arrogant.

Bang bang bang...... A series of movements, making people sound like a rush that can hardly hear the interval, and the continuous muffled sound that has been connected together suddenly appeared, making Wu Ping and the others couldn't help but be stunned, and when they turned their eyes to the place where the sound came from, suddenly, in the sky, there was a mournful cry like a night bird, which was so sharp and piercing, and even made people feel an ominous premonition from the bottom of their hearts.

Then, the dense firelight burst into the torrent, clumps, pieces, and for a moment, it seemed that a volcano that had been gathering momentum for a long time suddenly erupted under the unstoppable torrent composed of the Mongolian iron horsemen.

The rebel cavalrymen who had been hiding in the mountains and forests, worrying about their brother troops, all stared in amazement, and tried to expand their mouths to the limit one by one. The torrent and the volcano were mixed together, and the sky was full of snow, which was extremely dazzling.

Heavy setback, absolute heavy setback, those galloping horses, fearless knights began to show timidity on their faces at this moment, their eyes looked up at the sky in horror, the screaming sound was approaching them from the sky, but the mounts under them no longer listened to the command, and were slamming wildly, no longer caring about their masters on horseback, but letting their instincts continue, or braking, or stabbing obliquely, trying to escape from the terrible roar and the scorching and dangerous fire.

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Those scurrying war horses are like the water that hits the reef in the river, and they only roll up a little inconspicuous wave when they deviate from the direction of the torrent, and they are instantly swallowed, knocked to the ground by the war horses of their robes, trampled into mud by the rough and hard iron hooves of the war horses of the robes, or they become obstacles that block the progress of the subsequent Mongolian warriors, and they fall down their companions and die together under the iron hooves that are running with them.

The fire continued, and the scream reappeared in the sky, as if the Grim Reaper was sighing contentedly in the sky at the embrace of those who would return to him.

Tengger was still running wildly, his anger that was so red with anger that it was about to evaporate in the sky that the edelweiss in the sky had suddenly subsided in the screams and the outrageous explosions, as if he had just walked out of the sauna contentedly when a mob tore all his clothes and shoved him into the ice cave on the river, enjoying the chill that pierced his bones and even his soul.

However, he did not want to, nor could he rein in the horse's head and turn away, as long as his horse's head was slightly offset, Tengger believed that the horses of the Mongol knights behind him would never care whether they were the leader of their master, or anything else, and they would only easily crush themselves into a pool of blood with their bowl-sized iron hooves according to their own moderation.

He regretted a little that he had been so enraged by the words that the damned Han Chinese had left behind that he didn't wait for his men to concentrate and find out what ambushes or oddities were going to be here. He regretted even more why his dignified deputy commander rushed to the front, but at this moment, he seemed to have seen hope, because the artillery fire seemed to have been only behind him, and now, there was no such thing as a sudden explosion underground, and he could see clearly that the distance in front of him was about two hundred paces, and those men in black were like a group of groundhogs, obscenely hiding most of their bodies under the ground.

The corners of Tengger's mouth curled, and the hand holding the scimitar was even harder, and the ruby on the handle of the knife was now emitting a strange red light, as if it was looking forward to drinking blood and harvesting the magic blade of life, and was looking forward to a good meal......

(To be continued)