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Ziren relied on the mountain to form a chariot formation, placed the infantry behind the formation, and used the Li family's iron cavalry as a reserve to meet each other. When the Tartars attacked the front, they divided the cavalry to attack from the flanks and flanked the attacking enemy. When the Tartars attacked our two flanks, they sent cavalry to attack behind enemy lines. Once the Tartars were strong, the siege on all sides was changed into a circular formation, and the troops were divided into four sides to resist it.

Ziren was full of confidence in winning this battle, and while staring at the enemy down the mountain, a sneer appeared inadvertently on the corner of his mouth.

The murderous smile fell on the eyes of the amazing Shadow, causing him to panic for a while. After gasping for air, he immediately ordered his subordinates to regroup and clear the traps on the ground, but he was thinking hard about whether to fight or retreat at this time.

At this time, a centurion beside him stepped forward and reminded: "Captain Yingke, it seems that the Ming people are deliberately leading us here, don't fall for their tricks, it's better to retreat first and avoid the edge for the time being." ”

At this time, seeing that Yingke's face twitched unconsciously, the centurion thought for a moment and said, "After we meet with the minister, we will kill all the Ming people, and let them know the fate of the warriors of the Duoyan Division!"

Ying Ke also faintly felt that this battle was more auspicious, and nodded slightly after listening to the centurion's proposal. Just as he was about to give the order to retreat, suddenly a Tartar commander with a beard on his face stood up and shouted scoldingly: "The warriors of the Duoyan Department actually fled without a fight, and if it is spread out, won't it become a laughing stock on the grassland, who is willing to rush into battle with me and kill all these Ming people!" ”

This person's name is 'according to the male does not flower', and not to spend in Mongolian means cow. According to the name of the male Buhua people, he was born strong and strong, and he is known for his good courage and strength in the clan.

According to the man's words, he suddenly aroused the response of many Tartars, waving the blades in his hands and shouting loudly to ask for battle. However, most of the Tartars did bow their heads and remain silent, and agreed with the centurion's proposal with silence.

"Coward!" The man scolded without spending a word, lifted the fine iron long knife in his hand, and shouted angrily and rode ahead. Follow the passage that his companion had just cleared, and rush towards the car formation.

Under his leadership, more than a dozen irascible Mongol soldiers followed closely behind with a roar.

Ying Ke also felt that it was a little unreasonable to retreat without a fight, and wanted to let the man not spend time testing the reality of the Ming people, and did not come forward to stop it.

Seeing that the Tartars dared to rush into battle, Ziren shouted: "Three-eyed gun!" ”

There are two divisions and six flags of foot soldiers who play with Ziren, each flag has four teams, and each team is equipped with four three-eyed guns, with a total of nearly 100 three-eyed guns.

The sound of the whole song sounded, followed by the man who did not spend time rushing to the formation of the tartar, and the people and horses fell thirty paces away in front of the car formation. There were a few blood-soaked war horses, staggering towards the tartars in the middle of the formation, and the bloody corpses of the riders were still hanging on the stirrups.

The smoke slowly cleared, and only the man stood there covered in blood. This tartar has amazing vitality, and after being shot and falling from a horse, his heart is obsessed, and he stands up strongly.

It's a pity that the three-eyed gun has already pierced through his armor, and as the blood runs out, the man falls down unwillingly. Although the sound of falling to the ground was silent, it shook Tartar's heart deeply.

Shadow Ke was shocked, and while commanding his subordinates to open his bow and be on guard, he couldn't stop looking back at the rear.

"The Li family is riding out!" Ziren saw that Tartar was cowardly, and suddenly let out a roar.

At the sound of an order, the Li family's iron horsemen, who had been recuperating for a long time, poured out from both sides behind the mountain, avoiding the traps under the mountain and pounced on Ying Ke and his party.

"Kill!" Li Zhenggong shouted, and the Li cavalry suddenly fired several arrows, and the pitch-black arrows were like swarms out of the nest, pouring towards the heads of the Mongolian Tartars.

Not to be outdone, the Mongol Tatars immediately fought back with their bows. Dense rain of arrows collided in the air to create dazzling sparks, or staggered through the opponent's body. The whistling of arrows breaking through the wind, and the screams of soldiers on both sides before they were dying came and went. The riders fell off their horses one after another, and the unridden horses still ran wildly.

Li Zhenggong didn't look at the results of the cavalry and archery at all, put away the bow and arrows, changed the long-handled broadsword, and shouted loudly: "The Li family will listen to the order and kill the Tartar slaves with all their might, and don't let them escape." As he spoke, he had already slapped his horse into the enemy line and slashed a Mongolian Tartar to the ground with a single sword.

The riders on both sides killed each other without giving in.

Although the Mongol Tartars were on guard, their strength was still less than half of Li Chenggong's, and their morale was greatly reduced after the death of the man, and they gradually showed a decline.

Seeing this, Ziren picked up a spear, led the unwounded cavalry under his command to change horses, and took advantage of the mountain to form a conical formation, like a dense place of Tartars.

The centurion who proposed to retreat was overwhelmed, raised his scimitar and led a dozen of his subordinates to meet him. The centurion saw that Ziren's gold-lacquered mountain pattern armor was the most eye-catching, and swung his knife to slash at Ziren's waist.

Seeing that Ziren didn't dodge, he was ecstatic in his heart that this knife could disembowel the Ming general. With years of battlefield experience, the centurion predicted that no matter how strong the Ming army was, as long as the main general died, it would definitely collapse. I thought that this battle could make a great contribution, but who knew that the strength from the knife made the centurion's face change greatly.

The sharp scimitar in his hand, after a spark was sparked, only left a shallow scratch on the armor of the Ming general. Just as the centurion was surprised, Ziren took his gun and went straight to his throat.

After a long battle, the centurion reacted quickly, and he dodged sideways. Rao was like this, and there was still a deep scar on his cheek.

Just as he was glad that he had escaped, Ziren suddenly retracted his hand and turned the gun to sweep towards his neck.

The centurion could not avoid it, and with a "click", he broke his cervical vertebrae and fell off his horse in great pain, and was trampled into a mess by the horses galloping behind him.

The men and horses of the two sides staggered, and the sound of the collision of the blades and the shouts of the soldiers instantly resounded.

Ziren's department was dressed in sharp armor, and even if he was hit by a tartar, as long as it didn't hurt the vital point, the most at most would be the skin and flesh cracked. As long as the bleeding is stopped in time, there is no danger to life.

On the contrary, on the Mongol side, the armor rate was not high, and most of the even armor was mainly leather armor, and the defense capability was greatly insufficient. In just one breath, several Tartars fell off their horses, and the rest were wounded.

Ziren led his troops to break down the formation of the Tartars in just one sprint, and after leading his troops to join Li Chenggong, the morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted.

After Ying Ke swung his knife and cut off a Li family iron horseman, he saw that most of his subordinates had suffered heavy casualties, and he knew that this matter was inconvenient and reckless, so he shouted: "Withdraw!"

The Tartars, who were fighting hard, were like being amnestied, and they jumped out of the battle group one after another. The Li family's iron cavalry was so strong at this time that they naturally refused to stop, and chased after them under the leadership of Li Zhenggong.

"Poor Kou Mo Chase!" Ziren's loud reminder was masked by the sound of horses' hooves and the wind and sand.

(Overtime tomorrow, estimated update around 11 p.m.) (To be continued.) )