Minzhuang retreated in panic, pointed at Bart with the spear in his hand and formed a circle, not daring to attack rashly.

Bart turned over and got up, the blood-dripping scimitar smeared heavily on the Mongolian robe, his red eyes swept over more than a dozen people, paused on the hemp face, and finally froze on the scarface, Bart's eyes contracted for a moment, and he felt an incomparably strong breath from the scarface, a dangerous aura.

Under the city wall, the Mongolian Tartars frantically climbed up the ladder, and on the city wall, the veterans of the Central Army frantically poured rolling logs and stones, and the sound of angry scolding, shouting, screaming and weapon collision was intertwined, and the whole battlefield was filled with suffocating noise, but Bart and Scarface ignored it!

"Kill!"

Bart couldn't hold it back at first, dragging his cutlass towards Scarface.

The corners of Scarface's mouth suddenly bloomed with a hideous sneer, his left hand clenched the handle of the waist knife, his right hand clenched into a fist, his body did not move, and suddenly Bart had rushed to Scarface, and in a flash, the sharp scimitar had turned into a cold light, stabbing Scarface's left chest fiercely!

If this knife is stabbed, the heart will definitely be pierced, and Scarface will not survive even if he has nine lives.

At the moment when Scarface was not allowed to make a move, Scarface's strong body suddenly became shorter, and Bart's inevitable knife stabbed Scarface's left shoulder, and the sharp blade easily cut through Scarface's shoulder blade, straight through the back shoulder! Scarface snorted, his slightly narrowed eyes opened, and his cold gaze fell on Bart's face like a knife.

At this moment, the two are close at hand!

Bart was in a state of revenance, and it was too late to draw his knife and retreat.

In a flash of cold light, Scarface's waist knife was already unsheathed, and the sharp blade had cut Bart's neck, Bart's blood-red eyes suddenly widened, his throat hissed with blood foam, and his gaze gradually became dull, he didn't know why Scarface was stabbed by him until he died? Didn't even see how Scarface came out of the knife?

In terms of martial arts, Bart should still be above Scarface, but in terms of the experience of killing, Bart, a herdsman, can't catch up with Scarface, a gangster who walks on the verge of death all year round, Scarface kills more people than Bart eats lambs, and Scarface bleeds more blood than Bart sweats!

So in just one round, Bart had already died under Scarface's knife.

The hemp pole who was watching the battle breathed a long sigh of relief, and when he looked back hurriedly, the two armies were fighting fiercely, and there were not many masters like Bart among the Mongol Tartars, who would be blocked by the central army outside the battlements, and it was often the Mongol Tartars who had just emerged and would be stabbed into a sieve by a dozen sharp spears in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that the Mongolian archers in the distance would not dare to release their arrows, the Mongol Tartars would not have thought of raising their heads at all.

The hemp pole jumped up the battlement, and stepped on the five fingers of a Mongolian Tartar climbing on the battlement, and the Mongolian Tartar made a scream, and a upside-down onion was planted on the city wall, and before it landed, his head hit the root of the city wall, and he broke his neck bone in an instant, and he was silent after landing.

Ma Zhu looked down and saw that the foot of the city wall was already crowded with Mongolian tartars, not to mention more than 2,000 people!

"Pour the oil! Pour all the fucking oil down and burn these Mongolian Tartars to death......"

Hundreds of people hurriedly carried buckets of hot oil to the battlements, and the next moment, the scorching hot oil poured down from the city like a torrential rain, and the Mongolian Tartars who climbed the ladder and crowded at the foot of the city wall were drenched all over their faces in an instant.

The terrible wail suddenly resounded in the sky, and the hot oil of hundreds of degrees Celsius was poured on the body, and it was a head-to-toe shower, the taste can be imagined! The city walls were filled with the smell of oil and meat, and Sonam, who was fighting a thousand steps away, seemed to smell the aroma of barbecued meat from the air.

However, the perilous fortune of the Mongol Tatars has only just begun.

"Set fire! Burn these Mongolian Tartars to Lao Tzu! ”

The roar of the thunder of the hemp pole sounded again on the city tower, more than 100 people stepped forward with their bows, and a branch of rockets ruthlessly fell at the foot of the city wall, and the hot oil burned on the ground as soon as it was stained with sparks, and the fire spread rapidly, and in less than a moment it completely devoured the Mongolian Tartars crowded at the foot of the city wall.

The flames were blazing, black smoke was rising into the sky, and the air was filled with a strong stench of burning.

At the foot of the city wall, countless Mongolian Tartars were wailing, running, struggling, and convulsing in the flames, and some Mongolian Tartars were lucky enough to rush out of the fire, howling, and plunging into the icy moat with a whole body of fire......

In the distance, Sonamu's eyes were wide open and his face was full of disbelief.

The attack of the Mongol warriors was once again thwarted by the cowardly Nanming barbarians, and more than half of the 4,000 Mongol warriors who had been put into the attack suffered casualties, and in only two hours, Sonam lost more than 2,000 heroic Mongol warriors, as well as Bart, the first warrior of the Horqin Division...... also died in battle.

Sonamo looked up at the sky, the sun setting.

Looking at the more than 100 ladders, they were also turned into ashes in the raging fire just now, obviously, it is impossible to take Jining City today, Sonamu was unwilling, but he could only burst out of his teeth with a cold sentence: "Withdraw the troops, and come back tomorrow to clean up these damn Nanming barbarians." ”

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It's night.

In the city of Jining, the general army marched.

Scarface was shirtless, and his left shoulder was obliquely wrapped in a white cloth standing proudly in the lobby, and there was still red blood oozing from the wound site, which was red with a tightly wrapped white cloth, but Scarface was like a nobody, and like a strong bear, pacing back and forth in the lobby, stopping and roaring twice from time to time.

In the sound of heavy footsteps, Wang Huzi strode into the line and said proudly: "General, it is past the time of the child!" ”

"Is it past the hour?"

Scarface raised his head, licked his chapped lips with his big red tongue, and said in a cruel voice, "Wang Huzi, are the brothers ready?" ”

Wang Huzi said loudly, "It's all fucking ready." ”

"Good!" Scarface slammed his fist into the case and said in a sinister voice, "Go ahead and kill all these damn Mongol Tartars!" ”

Wang Huzi kicked the ground with his right foot and saluted Scarface: "Yes!" ”

After that, Wang Huzi turned around and left, and just walked to the gate, when a scar-faced cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Huzi, don't forget that human head!" ”

The king's footsteps paused for a moment, and then he walked away.

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Outside the city of Jining, the Mongolian camp.

Sonam sat cross-legged on the Persian carpet, holding a fat leg of mutton and nibbling violently, the two bewitching Mongolian women performed their duties, one half knelt behind Sonamu to defend his shoulders and soothe his muscles, and the other held a mare's milk wine jug, and poured a bowl for Sonamu from time to time.

Sonamu wiped his greasy mouth and asked vaguely, "Have all the Scout Rangers been sent out?" ”

Chahartai replied respectfully: "Back to the prince, it has been sent out." ”

"Is there anything out of the ordinary?"

"No, nothing out of the ordinary."

"Hmm." Sonamu nodded and said, "It's already midnight, and the barbarians of Nanming don't dare to go out of the city to sneak attack, so you can go down and do your best, and continue to attack the city tomorrow if you have enough energy." ”

"Wow!"

Chahartai knelt down on one knee in response, turned and exited the tent.

Sonamu put down the leg of lamb that had been gnawed bare by him, took the mare's milk wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, then hooked his finger to the Mongolian woman holding the mare's milk wine jug, and said with a smile: "Timur...... You come here. ”

With a wind-scratching look on her face, the Mongolian woman twisted her thin waist and walked in front of Sonam.

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Jining, Beicheng.

The only two sentinels of the Central Army had been assembled, and 2,000 cavalrymen were holding the reins of their horses and lined up along the wide street in four columns. The night breeze was cold, only the heavy breathing of the war horses could be heard clearly, and the air was filled with a suffocating murderous aura.

Wang Huzi led a horse of a divine horse and walked slowly to the front of the cavalry formation, the four hooves of the mount were wrapped in thick cotton cloth, and there were only a few faint muffled sounds on the bluestone pavement of the street.

"Finally, check again, are the four hooves of the war horse wrapped? Is the muzzle tightened? ”

The cold voice of the king's beard sounded, and the two thousand soldiers began to meticulously inspect the hoof cloth and muzzles of their respective war horses, and none of them dared to take it lightly. The slightest negligence on the battlefield can lead to a disaster, it may lead to the defeat of a battle, and it may lead to the death of all brothers on the battlefield!

A moment later, all the 2,000 soldiers had been inspected.

The king's beard turned over and got on his horse, and shouted, "It's all there, get on the horse!" ”

There was a commotion on the street, and two thousand soldiers turned over their horses, and the king turned his horse back, walked in front of the cavalry formation, and began the final pre-battle speech: "Brothers, listen to the fuck, this time Lao Tzu gave you an order with only one word, that is, kill!" Kill all those Mongolian Tatars, and don't leave a single mouth alive! ”

The cold killing intent stirred in the eyes of every soldier, and the two thousand cavalry were like two thousand wolves, ready to go.

Wang Huzi took out his waist knife and pushed it forward, and howled sharply: "Go!" ”

The closed north gate of Jining quietly opened, and groups of heavily armed cavalry of the Central Army rushed out.

The night was like ink, and the Mongol scouts who were roaming in the distance could not see anything beyond ten paces, and they could only detect the abnormality by sound, but the cavalry of the Central Army had already wrapped the horse's hooves in cotton cloth and covered the horse's mouth with a muzzle.

The two thousand cavalry were like ghost horsemen from the Nine Hells, and they approached the Mongolian camp outside the West Gate without realizing it.

There are sporadic fires in the Mongolian camp, which are like beacons guiding the way in the dark wilderness, and they are easy to recognize.

When there were still two miles left from the Mongol camp, a Mongolian scout finally spotted the cavalry of the Central Army that was quietly moving forward, and the Mongolian scout suddenly became alert and shouted in Mongolian: "Who is it?" ”

"Whoosh!"

At three o'clock, the Mongolian scout's short body shook on the horse's back and fell to the ground, but before he died, the Mongolian scout still used all his strength to draw his bow and arrows, and shot a sound to send a warning, and the terrible scream pierced the silent night sky in an instant, and it was heard for miles away.

Knowing that the traces of emotion had been revealed, Wang Huzi did not hesitate to draw his waist knife and push forward, and the two thousand cavalry of the Central Army who were quietly moving forward immediately began to accelerate, rushing towards the Mongolian camp two miles away like a tide.

Soon there was a continuous sound of chirping under the dark night sky, all the way to the Mongolian camp.

After the suffocating silence, the Mongolian camp soon began to stir, the silence of the night was completely broken, the sleeping Mongolian Tartars had been awakened, and they were shouting in the yurt, and then, before they could put on their armor, the fence outside the camp had been pulled down by the flying cable, and the black and oppressive Ming cavalry had broken into the camp!

The cavalry of the two Central Army rode by, and the two yurts that bore the brunt of the attack had been torn to the ground.

Before the Mongolian Tartars in the yurt came to their senses, dozens of cavalry of the Central Army came one after another, the sabers flew over, the cold light shone, the blood splashed, and dozens of Mongolian Tartar heads had rolled to the ground!

In the deep knock on the ground, more cavalry of the Central Army poured into the Mongolian camp like a tide, these cavalry of the Central Army were like wolves entering the flock, killing Mongolian Tartars when they saw them, burning them when they saw yurts, and in less than a moment, the Mongolian camps were lit with skyrocketing fires, and the Mongolian Tartars who fell in a pool of blood had increased by thousands!

Mongolian Chinese Army.

Sonamu was bare-chested, his hands were on the ground, he was pressing on Timur's body to leap on the horse Yango, indulging in galloping, Timur was panting, his body was crisp like cotton, and the tight and wet and hot flower path was filled with convulsions, bringing Sonamu a burst of bone-eating **, Sonamu was feeling happy and inexplicable, and there was a sudden commotion outside the tent.

Sona shivered with excitement, and suddenly leaked in Timur's body.

"What's going on?"

Sonam's soft body twitched for a few seconds, then he got up with his bare ass and yelled outside the tent, "What's going on outside? ”

"Lord Wang." Outside the tent, the response of the chief of the guard, Bardav, sounded, "The Ming army is sneak attacking!" ”

"What? Ming Army!? ”

Sonamu shivered again, and hurriedly dressed up with the help of two Mongolian women, and after a while, Sonamu stepped out of the tent, only to see that two hundred guards had been assembled, and under the leadership of the guard chief Bardav, he was waiting for him, and by the faint light of the fire, Sonamu found that the Ming cavalry who came to steal the camp had actually killed the heavy camp and approached his Chinese army tent!

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The cavalry of the Ming army who rushed to the front was particularly brave, slashing left and right, picking up and down, and the Mongolian cavalry was divided like waves where the men and horses passed, and no one could stop him for a moment, Sonamu was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly shouted to Bardav: "Quick, stop this damn Nanming barbarian." ”

As soon as Bardav gave an order, two hundred horsemen and guards urged their horses to step forward to meet the sweeping Ming cavalry, but Sonamu hurriedly turned his horse's head, and a horse whip was whipped on the horse's stock, and the horse fled in panic.

(To be continued)