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Wu Xiang's army, which was originally at a disadvantage, suddenly reduced its pressure and began to counterattack. This kind of cold weapon combat is so magical, and sometimes the victory or defeat is at a turning point. With a drum like a tiger, the 40,000 Wu Xiang army, combined with the 10,000 Guanning iron cavalry outflanked from both wings, killed Azig's liver trembling, and there were screams of fleeing everywhere. The man turned on his back, and Azig no longer dared to rush forward, shouting: "Retreat!" Fall back! ”

At this time, it was too late, and the encirclement of the Ming soldiers was rapidly shrinking. The combat power of the Guanning Iron Cavalry was already second to none, and the rest and recuperation in Guangning Tunwei for a month was even more powerful.

"Surrender! We surrender! Azig cried out knowing that he had no way to recover. The trees fell and scattered, even their own leaders surrendered, and the remaining nearly 10,000 Jiannu and Mongols surrendered one after another. Suddenly, the flag turned upside down. Guan Ning Tieqi did not stop, and drove directly to the north.

Wu Xiang led the infantry to rush directly to Azig's camp and quickly subdued the remnants of Azig's horses. The imposing army of Wu Xiang regrouped and waited to go north.

"Everyone obeys the order, the wounded stay where they are, suppress those who surrender, and those who resist are beheaded on the spot! The rest of the soldiers, kill me to the north! ”

Wu Xiang finally understood, it turned out that the subtlety of Zu Dashou's chess. Relying on the 10,000 miscellaneous troops, he restrained Huang Taiji's 30,000 golden soldiers, gave Guan Ning Tieqi enough time, and cooperated with his own army to eat this army. He even thought that the 10,000 cavalry had already died in the north. This time the transaction was still earned, and it was definitely earned by exchanging 10,000 Guangning miscellaneous cards for 20,000 elite soldiers.

But Wu Xiang guessed wrong, he didn't expect it. It is so horrific for soldiers who have been indoctrinated with faith and sown seeds of hope and hatred. No one was afraid. Not a single one escaped. There is only endless resistance, impact.

This 10,000-strong army has rushed the northern front to more than 20 miles away, and the thirteen peaks are faintly visible.

He Kegang gasped, and the blood on his arm flowed down from the blade. Looking at Mang Gultai with fierce eyes, even he felt weak for dozens of rounds in a row. This Jurchen is really tough. He Kegang's knife was taught by his old father, when he was young, in Liaodi, he had slashed and killed countless Jiannu, and at this time, he was not as middle-aged, and finally felt weak.

The people around him have already killed their eyes. Of the 10,000 miscellaneous troops mobilized from Guangning Zuo and Zhongtunwei, there were already 3,000 people left at this time. Of the 10,000 gold soldiers, there were still 7,000 left. Ranger warfare is indeed their strong point. Even, Mang Gurtai just thinks that these 10,000 soldiers are Guanning Iron Cavalry, otherwise how could they be so heroic in battle.

"You're strong!" Mang Gurtai licked the blood on the scimitar, and when he saw that the battle situation would eventually turn to his side, he didn't mind playing with He Kegang, who had superb knife skills.

He Kegang adjusted his breathing, always alert to the crises that might arise around him at any time. His steel knife turned slightly, and the blood on his hand gradually dried up, sticking his hand more firmly to the hilt!

The mist slightly moistened He Kegang's dry throat, took a step with his right foot, and roared: "Da Ming, no one is a bad seed!" The broadsword flashed with light and slashed towards Manggultai.

Behind him, a tearing battle cry suddenly erupted.

"Rush!"

"Kill all these dog slaves."

The corners of He Kegang's mouth crossed a slight arc, and his knife became even more powerful, slashing frantically towards Mang Gurtai.

"How...... What's going on? Mang Gurtai was startled, the scimitar was unstable, and he was almost overturned by He Kegang's big knife, and hurriedly stabbed his head, and helped his helmet in a little panic.

The 20,000 migrant workers led by Zu Dashou finally converged with He Kegang at this moment. After all, people couldn't outrun the horses, but fortunately, the trench and earthen wall dug by the Jin soldiers themselves blocked it for a long time, so that the 20,000 rangers could not fully catch up with Zu Dashou.

But it can still be seen that the 20,000 people have been sharply reduced to 10,000. He was so slow that he had been half killed by the ranger's bow and arrows.

Zu Dashou had blood on his face, and the long knife in his hand was just about to cut off, and when he saw that it was his own person, he said, "What about Lao He?" ”

The Guangning Tunwei, who had just killed a Jiannu and was still blood-red, couldn't even speak, just shook his head vigorously. "Rush me!"

At this point, there is no way around.

"General Zu, the dog slave behind has caught up!"

Zu Dashou turned to look behind him and said angrily: "Damn, fight with these dog slaves!" "At this point, there is no way out. These people, who have been infused with Yang Fan's seeds of hope, have forgotten even what they are holding is just a hoe and a simple flat pole. They have only one idea, and that is to kill all these people they hate.

"Fuck it! Lao Tzu must have killed three dog slaves on the battlefield of Ningjin, and this transaction has long been enough. Kill! Lao Hong's hand was holding the flat burden, and when he saw the scimitar on the side, he directly threw the flat shoulder, picked up the knife and rushed up to cut it.

More and more people are picking up weapons on the ground, and if they can't pick them up, they just pick up the hammer and sweep the flat shoulder. The fog gradually dissipated over time. After Huang Taiji sat in the army, he looked from afar, and finally saw clearly the group of militiamen holding hammers and flat poles, squinted his eyes, and sighed: "Where did these people come from?" Why is the temperament so strong, if every person of the Ming Dynasty is so hostile to our Jurchens, I am afraid that this southward journey is delusional. ”

This tragic encirclement and counter-encirclement battle is still going on.

Lao Hong's right hand trembled, the blood on his face had already covered his eyes, and he had just stabbed a Mongolian horse that rushed up, and he was directly stabbed by him, and the horse's blood rushed out directly, blurring his eyes. He was kicked in the chest by the horse's front hooves and staggered back a few steps.

At this moment, I felt the pain in my chest, and I estimated that my ribs were broken. He saw Jiannu's cavalry rushing up again, and the blood in his mouth could no longer tell whether it was horse blood or his own blood.

With the last of his strength, he threw the cutlass out. It's a pity that it fell to the ground. He smiled happily, revealing his blood-stained yellow teeth, and slowly fell to the ground, "Lao Tzu has already been enough." ”

At the moment of his death, he still thought about the black land...... He saw it, and saw the golden wheat fluttering on the black earth of the Northeast Plain...... When he exhaled his last breath, a buzz sounded in his ears, as if he heard Yang Fan's shout. He had no way to shout that sentence anymore, only to stare at it.

Blood flowed on the land of western Liaoning, on the hot land he loved.