"Sonorous!"

Ma Xuan's spear stabbed out and was held up by Dzhekobe's scimitar.

Zhekobei was sweating profusely, and said viciously to Ma Xuan: "I am friends with your General Zhang. ”

"In the face of war, there are no friends." Ma Xuan said lightly.

With that, with both hands, the spear was lifted upward, and the tip of the spear was aimed at Djekobe's chest. Dzheko was shocked, and his steps retreated, because Tu Hu's calm and calm spirit had made all these Tatar nobles not ride horses.

After taking three or four steps back, he finally dodged the tip of Ma Zhang's gun without danger, he glanced at Ma Xuan angrily, and turned around and left.

It was not easy to catch a Tatar general who looked good in official position, how could Ma Xuan just let Dzhekobe go. With his legs between the horse's belly, the horse galloped forward, and the spear stabbed out again, this time targeting Dzhekobe's back.

Seeing that Zhekobe was about to be pierced, suddenly, Zhekobe's feet were weak, and he actually stepped into a trap. This time, he saved his life by mistake.

The spear struck again like a poisonous snake that swallowed a letter, and Dzheko crawled out of the pit of the horse, and a lazy donkey who had learned it somewhere rolled around, and despite the fact that his luxurious silk clothes were covered with grass clippings and mud, he got up and ran wildly four or five feet away.

He saw the naked killing intent in Ma Xuan's eyes, so he didn't have the courage to continue fighting.

The average steppe warrior may choose to fight to the death when faced with an enemy who wants to die endlessly, but a person like Dzhekobe, who has been in a high position for a long time, will not.

They understand that their lives are more important than anything else, that their glory and wealth are gone, and that if their lives are still there, they can continue to struggle. But if your life is gone, all the glory and wealth will be in the past.

After Dzhekobe's twists and turns, he ran wildly all the way while shouting to his men to come and save him, and before he could chase after Ma Xuan, he had already hid behind fifteen or sixteen Tatar men.

Ma Xuan had no choice but to ride his horse to catch up.

However, by the time he had killed a dozen or so Tatar soldiers, Dzhekobe was gone.

People were constantly falling on the battlefield, and there were only more than 20,000 Tatar soldiers on the side of the Golden Horde, and a large part of them were no longer on horseback. A Tatar soldier without a war horse is like an eagle without wings, unable to fly very high at all. Even if the Ming army was fighting on the ground with them, they were not necessarily the opponents of the Ming army, which was not necessarily good at foot combat.

What's more, with the cooperation of the war horse, the impact power and the power of the weapon can easily tear their bodies apart.

There is a lack of iron tools on the grassland, and the forging level of the grassland people is far inferior to that of the Ming Dynasty.

With a great advantage, the Ming army easily tore through the Tatar defensive formation, fighting back and forth, as if entering a no-man's land.

"Protect the Great Khan!"

"Protect the Great Khan!"

The hypocritical shouts sounded for a long time, and no one saw Tu Hu's voice, and these tribal leaders realized that they and the others had been fooled.

They finally understood why the Great Khan had scattered his elite, and why they had left behind the leaders of their knowledge, who had ostensibly submitted to the new Great Khan, Batu Mengke.

It turned out that everything was just a great sweat who didn't look like he had grown all his hair and was killing people with a knife.

Fear, in an instant, occupied the hearts of many Tatar soldiers.

The speed at which they wielded their weapons began to slow, their eyes began to glaze off, and their faces began to turn pale.

Whoever knows that he has been treated as an outcast by the big people above, he is afraid that he will not feel good in his heart.

The Ming army in front of them was so brave that many Tatar soldiers did not know how to resist the tide of the Ming army.

The accumulation of national hatred and family hatred over the years made the Ming army extremely tyrannical, and often when they killed, they were not sure that the person was dead, and they would never leave the place of battle.

After the sound of the horn, the two sides had been fighting fiercely for a long time, and the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the steppe nobles was completely shattered. The reinforcements that were supposed to appear did not appear in time, as if they had disappeared with the disappearance of Batu Menk.

There is only one path in front of them, and that is surrender.

As long as you don't want to die in battle, only surrender can you get a way to live.

Some people choose to resist to the end because they are afraid of becoming a captive of the Ming people and are afraid of living a life that is inferior to pigs and dogs. For them, who are strong by nature, it is better to live in humiliation than to die happily.

Some people choose to kneel and beg for mercy because the fear in their hearts completely controls their thoughts.

There are also people who are hesitant whether to surrender or resist to the end, and they simply cannot make the right decision for a while.

For the third type of people, the Datong border army led by Ma Xuan taught them a very vivid lesson. The sharp, cold steel knife slashed their necks, and the warm blood stained the earth, and they knew they were wrong.

It's a pity that a mistake is a mistake, and there is never a regret medicine in this world.

Maybe in the next life, they will be able to remember the choices they made in this life, and they will probably choose to be more decisive.

There are still many people who choose to resist stubbornly, after all, there are so many warriors on the grassland, and most of their personalities are extremely strong.

If you look at it from a high place, you can see a strange phenomenon, most of the Tatars kneeling on the ground are richly dressed. And those who kept fighting against the Ming army with scimitars were basically ordinary people.

After a fierce battle for a long time, except for a few soldiers who escaped, everyone else basically became the souls of the Ming saber. However, there were many unlucky ghosts of the grassland nobles who knelt on the ground, and the Ming army would not wave weapons at the people kneeling on the ground, but the war horses did not know them, and they directly trampled five or six to death.

After the fierce battle, the grass was stained with blood, and the land around the Golden Horde was dark red. At the cost of 8,000 lives, the Ming army completely annihilated 18,000 Tatars and captured 516 people.

After the battle, falcons and vultures began to hover in the air waiting for food, and these clever flat-haired beasts waited, waiting for the two-legged animals with weapons to leave.

As the sun sets, the remnant sun stains the sky red, as casually as blood stains the earth.

Ma Xuan had an additional penetrating wound on his shoulder, pierced by a sharp arrow fired by a stubborn Tatar soldier. Holding a spear in his left hand, like a soldier cleaning the battlefield, he would be kind enough to see a living Tatar soldier on his way. It's as if they are not reaping human life at all, but doing a small thing that doesn't matter.

The afterglow of the setting sun has not all dissipated, the battlefield thirty miles north of Tucheng has been completely cleaned, Zhang Ru, who got the good news, came quickly with 3,000 people, and patted him on the shoulder without saying a word after seeing Ma Zhang.

Ma Xuan followed behind Zhang Ru step by step, frowning and said: "Boss, this thing is a little strange, I could have been able to arrest that Batu Munch, but I didn't expect this kid to run away from the tunnel with his own relatives and henchmen." It seems that the Tatar Khan deliberately left these people to us to kill, and the so-called reinforcements not only did not come, but seemed to be far away. ”

Zhang Ru pointed to the battlefield and said, "What did you see?" ”

Ma Xuan said honestly: "Grass, corpses, war horses, soldiers, blood." ”

"I saw a conspiracy, I saw a good show of killing people with a knife, I saw a lot of things that shouldn't be seen. Pony, you say war, is it really that good? Zhang Ru pointed to the air and lost his mind.

Ma Xuan shook his head: "I don't know if war is good or not, I only know that without war, we generals will have no status at all." If there was no war, there might not be so many people displaced, there wouldn't be so much strife. A lot of people want no war, and I'm no exception. But there is no war in this world, and it seems unlikely. ”

Zhang Ru scolded with a smile: "Okay, I only occasionally send feelings, but I didn't expect you to feel more than me." This small-scale second sister is out of the station, have you seen anything else? ”

Ma Xuan said: "The size of the 200,000 army, it shouldn't be that Batu Mengke wants to borrow our hands to clean up the portal!" ”

Zhang Ru frowned and said, "It is very likely that this war is just a farce, a farce to draw a line with me." ”

Ma Xuan asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Ru smiled: "It's not interesting, I hope it's not what I think!" By the way, Yang Rong is still alive now, you have to go to Lei Gongshan to pick him up when you have time. ”

Ma Xuan said disdainfully: "I don't want to go to him to touch a nose of ashes, originally he also wanted to hide in Datong Mansion City, but I didn't let him, otherwise he wouldn't hide in Lei Gong Mountain and refuse to come out."

He himself was cowardly, and now he wants me to ask him back, and I don't want to go. ”

Zhang Ru said: "You can tell your father this." ”

Ma Xuan suddenly became angry: "Can you not mention him?" ”

Zhang Ru said: "Can't! ”

"Then I'll go away, out of sight." Ma Xuan turned around and left in a huff.

It happened that Zhang An walked over slowly and met Ma Zhang, who said hello to him and left without looking back, making Zhang An think that he had offended Ma Zhang.

"Wen Xuan, what's going on?" Zhang An walked to Zhang Ru's side, turned around and pointed in the direction where Ma Xuan left.

Zhang Ru smiled bitterly: "This kid still remembers that his father sent him to the place where birds don't in Liaodong, and he is anxious when his father's name is mentioned." ”

Zhang An sighed: "If you are a young man, you will inevitably have some pimples." ”

Zhang Ru said with a smile: "Don't talk about those unhappy, today's big victory, how to write this twist, you have to teach the boy General Zhang." ”

Zhang An analyzed: "It depends on whether you plan to keep Ma Xuan or want him to die." ”

"What, there's anything else to say about this?" Zhang Ru asked in confusion.

"Yang Rong is coming back soon, Ma Xuan doesn't save him, what do you think he will write in the fold? This inch of mountains and rivers is an inch of blood, we still have more than 20,000 brothers in the hands of the Tatars, these black pots, Ma Xuan does not carry them, can Yang Rong, the old loach, carry them. Zhang An touched his beard and looked at Zhang Ru with a strange expression.