The soldier grabbed the enemy's scimitar, blood kept gushing out of his mouth, he gritted his teeth, and his whole body instantly leaned forward, which was still a step apart, and he was so cruel that the two became noses to noses. The soldier, unarmed, opened a bloody mouth and bit down hard at the Tatar cavalryman's neck.

The warm blood poured into his mouth, and the soldier sucked hard with the last of his strength, and a look of horror appeared on the Tatar cavalryman's face, and after a moment, he felt the strength of his grip on the scimitar relax a little, and he seized the opportunity to twist the hilt.

The pain in his heart exhausted the last trace of strength of the lowest soldier of the Ming Dynasty, and he fell down, but his mouth did not let go.

The Tatar cavalry pushed the soldier so hard that the flesh on his neck was torn apart by the not very sharp teeth, and a piece of flesh was in the soldier's mouth.

The Tatar cavalry did not have time to take care of the bleeding wound on the neck, and a large knife had already been smashed down on the head.

The head, which could move a moment ago, is now split in half like a watermelon. The white brain was mixed with blood, giving it an eerie dark red.

A big-footed girl stepped on half of her head, her widening eyes burst like bubbles, and then another Tatar cavalryman fell to the place.

On the other side, Tatar cavalry began to ascend the city, and spears were thrown out in rows, pushing many people off the tall walls, but then more people climbed up the crumbling ladder.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, although the Ming army is brave, but after all, there are not as many people as the other party. Three thousand old and weak, facing ten thousand iron horsemen, the ratio of three to one, is not an opponent at all.

One by one, the Ming army fell in a pool of blood, and many people fell from the two-zhang high pass wall with the enemy in their arms when they felt powerless to resist.

There was gravel underneath, and there was no way to survive if they went down, but they regarded death as home.

Tu Hu wielded a large knife and kept chopping, his arms were extremely sore, but he was still doing mechanical movements, he only hoped that killing one more Tartar would make his brother suffer fewer casualties.

The snow-white knife stabbed into the body, as if he had lost his instincts, and instinctively slashed back with his arm, and a head with a hat flew out of the city.

The battle continued, and this time the Tatars did not seem to intend to withdraw their troops easily, and they would definitely not leave until they took Crowhorn Mountain.

Many soldiers became desperate, and many made their last efforts.

A gray-bearded old soldier remained on the wall of the Great Wall forever because of his imprisonment.

The scimitar flew, and a three-foot-long cut was made on Tu Hu's back, and after the blood spurted out, it sprayed the Tartar centurion who had drawn the knife in the face.

Tu Hu didn't look back, picked up the broadsword and slashed it back, regardless of whether it cut people or not, the broadsword changed from the right hand to the left, and cut down the two Tatar cavalry again.

"Poof!" An arrow shot out of nowhere burrowed into the thick body of the butcher, and he slowly looked down at the last feather arrow under his ribs, and there was an unpleasant ho sound in his throat, and the hand holding the big knife began to tremble violently.

He was unwilling, unwilling to die without killing enough Tartars, unwilling to just watch the Ravenhorn Mountain change hands after so many brothers fought bloodily.

However, the facts are in front of us, and everything has been in vain.

He glanced behind him with some despair, there were not many Paozawa brothers still standing behind him, just a few dozen, but they were facing the siege of hundreds of Tatar iron horsemen.

These Tatar cavalrymen, even if they were not on horseback, were good at fighting, and they were no match for them at all.

In this stunned effort, a spear pierced his thigh, and he shook his body and raised his broadsword.

The great sword was raised, but it never fell, for three or four spears were pierced into his body in unison. The two spears in his chest became the scythe of death that wanted his life.

The rise and fall of his chest became weaker and weaker, and the Tatar cavalry around him was uneasy, afraid that the enemy general, who had killed dozens of their brothers, would still be able to kill.

Someone unwillingly handed out the spear again and inserted it into the chest of this veteran who had been fighting on the border of Datong for 20 years.

The weapons of the Ming Dynasty were inserted into the chest of the border general of the Ming Dynasty, and he died at the hands of his own weapons, although the users of those weapons were all Hu people.

Several Tatar cavalrymen were about to draw their spears, and just as they were about to make a move, a bearded man turned around, and when he saw this scene, he shouted in Tatar to stop their movements: "Let him stand!" He is a hero, and even if he dies, he cannot fall. ”

The yellow sun and moon dragon flag was stained with blood, fluttering in the wind over the city of Yajiao Mountain, and the last few old soldiers were guarding here, which was a sacred and inviolable place in their hearts. This is a place worthy of their lives.

The momentum of the enemy's occupation of the city of Yajiao Mountain could not be stopped, and only a few of them could not stop the enemy who was pouring up like a tide.

They just want to use the last days of their lives to protect this flag, which symbolizes the Ming national body.

Groups of Tatar cavalry surrounded them, and the soldiers did not attack without orders from above. At least, in their opinion, these Ming troops can't make any waves.

After a long while, a Tatar who looked like an officer came up and asked a few words softly in Tatar, and after touching his beard, he looked at the dragon banner and shouted in Chinese: "Surrender!" There is still a glimmer of life in surrender. ”

The oldest of the several people asked in a trembling voice, "General. Still alive? ”

The general was the Tatar general who kept his soldiers from drawing their spears at the head of the city, and Tuhu was a respectable opponent to whom he was willing to give the last respect.

Similarly, these soldiers guarding the Great Bright Sun and Moon Dragon Banner are also soldiers worthy of respect, so he is happy to give these people a chance.

Ci is not in charge of the army, but many times, it is forced out, and in order to let more people live, these generals have to ignore the small number of deaths.

He shook his head: "It's dead, it's all dead, and now there are only a few of you left who are still alive in Yajiao Mountain." ”

The old soldier smiled miserably: "Hahahaha, all dead, all dead, all dead, what's the point of Lao Tzu alive!" Come on! Tartars, if you want to bring down my Ming dragon banner, first step on Lao Tzu's corpse. ”

Several veterans clenched their weapons one after another, preparing for the final fight to the death.

The Tatar cavalry is very smart, and against these few people, there is no need to let their brothers send them to death, you must know that the combat power that bursts out when people are about to die is enough to move mountains and seas.

When they raised their bows and arrows, the bearded general ordered them to lay down again: "They are warriors, and they should have a decent way to die." ”

After speaking, he picked up his halberd and stepped forward to walk in front of several Ming border troops: "You want to fight, Batu will not leave to accompany you to the end." ”

Batu Bili, the eldest son of Batu Munch, is now twenty-seven years old, but he looks a little old, so he looks about thirty years old.

He was different from his father, who had invaded the borders of the Ming Dynasty for many years for silk, tea, and grain. He admired the culture of Daming since he was a child, and he wanted to get a fair chance to get along, and in this respect, he was different from his father.

But now Tatar is still in charge of his father, so his advice is useless.

"Kill!"

A few of the old pawns let out the last roar of their lives, and several men besieged one, which seemed nothing to them to be disdainful, for this man was an enemy who wanted to invade their homeland.

Batu has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he is known as the first warrior of Tatar, which is not in vain. Not to mention a few old and decrepit soldiers, even hardcover men, he won't pay attention to these three or five people.

The halberd pierced through the chest of the old pawn who rushed to the front, and casually took it, cutting off half of the head of the other pawn.

In the end, the old soldier who held the dragon flag tightly with both hands before he died was broken by him. He did his best to make these people suffer less pain at the last moment of their lives.

Death may be the best choice for these border veterans, because only by dying can they not be heartbroken about the loss of Yajiao Mountain.

The dragon flag slowly fell, heralding this war, the Tatar tragic victory.

10,000 against 3,000 people, although it was a siege battle in favor of the enemy, the Tatars still paid the price of 6,000 people, and 6,000 steppe sons remained in the territory of the Ming Dynasty and could never go back.

Batu parted with a slight sadness in his eyes, and instructed his subordinates: "These people, if they can be buried well, they should be buried well!" Although they are enemies, they are all heroes, and they are all iron-clad men. ”

Many cavalrymen were impressed by these people who regarded death as home, but no matter what, they were on the opposite side, so they only gave them enough respect after they died.

Tu Hu's corpse stood at the head of the city, and no one dared to touch the corpse of this god-killing god without Batu's parting order. When the Tatar cavalry looked at the corpse of this man, there was more awe in their eyes.

At this time, the reinforcements who had been running for eighty miles had arrived not far away, and there were still about a mile or two away, Zhang Ru's sharp eyes saw the situation on the battlefield, and he was afraid of hitting the hips of this war horse, so he rushed forward desperately.

Their whereabouts were soon revealed, in fact, Zhang Ru did not intend to hide their whereabouts, they did not come for victory, they came to save people.

They didn't know that all the people in Guancheng had been killed.

Before Batu had yet to come out of his sadness, his centurion immediately reported the situation: "Captain Wan, the enemy is coming. ”

Batu's face changed slightly, and he ordered loudly: "Prepare for war!" ”