Yuan Bin, who was caught in the crowd of cavalry rushing forward in a frenzy, saw this scene, and almost dropped his chin to the ground in surprise, if it weren't for his excellent equestrian skills, he might have been knocked to the ground by his companions around him, so that the cavalry galloping from behind him would be trampled into mud.

However, the surprise was replaced by excitement, and more than two hundred paces were almost instantaneous for the cavalry. It's only three thousand horses, but there are still those superfluous war horses, and the momentum caused by it is enough to make those tile spur cavalry frightened.

And those Korqin cavalry had already lost the momentum and speed of advancing as early as the beginning, and with the move of the commander Borut, who was the leader, turned around and fled, the Horqin cavalry, who was still hesitating, decided to follow their commander, 1,500 horsemen, in this open land about a mile wide, can only be evenly beached into a very thin line of attack, from a distance, the original dark and fast forward, as if the waves about to split the beachhead suddenly disappeared in the middle of the way.

At this moment, from the opposite side, the tsunami-like waves swooped inexorably, almost in an instant, the pitch-black wave line was swallowed by the red and blue waves here, crushed, smashed, and only some of the afterfoam that flew in the air was left.

Listening to the terrible screams coming from behind him, and the mournful roar of the war horse, and the heavy impact, Naborut turned his head, and he saw that a centurion who was more than ten feet behind him, raised his scimitar, so that a great man as burly as a giant in ancient mythology, with a broad-bladed giant axe, easily split with a knife, and the black light and blood waves brought by the giant axe looked so heavy and dazzling.

And Yang Jun, who was called Xiao Yang Wang by the grassland people, easily shook the scimitar cut by his own soldiers, and the war knife in his hand flexibly brought an arc of light, and easily rested on the neck of his own soldiers, but with the impact of that horsepower, the head of his own guard flew high, and the body that lost its head spurted out a blood fountain nearly a foot high from the neck, and was directly submerged behind more Ming soldiers.

Borut closed his eyes, bit his lip that had been broken, whipped his horse desperately, and galloped in the direction of the monolithic fort, and now, his only wish was to be able to rush to the monolithic fort alive, and tell those companions, Yang Hong and his son, to come to Xuanfu again, leading nearly 10,000 elites, to rescue the monolithic fort.

-------------------- "As long as I can inform the king of this news in time, even if my own subordinates die, I can at least save my life." At this moment, Borut, who was left with only the desire to survive in his heart, burst out of human potential, struggled to comprehend, whipped his horse vigorously, and galloped towards the north without looking back.

Of the 1,500 Korqin cavalry, in addition to nearly half of the Korqin cavalry, who were unable to react, or were brainless, and tried in vain to block the car with their mantis arms, there were about 800 cavalrymen, who fled straight away without looking back, and even their best archery skills of retreating and shooting arrows while returning to their horses did not show their skills.

Simple, it can even be said that the battle has just started and ended, which really caught the Ming cavalry off guard, and they couldn't imagine that the kilowatt thorn tartar was so fragile and so vulnerable.

"Brothers, the monolithic fort is already close at hand, continue to move forward with this general, and the time is right for the husband to serve the country!" Yang Jun slashed over the last tile thorn tartar that blocked him, waved the still cold sword, pointed at it, and shouted sharply.

The guards around him also shouted in unison. "The time is for the husband to serve the country!" Yuan Bin couldn't help but feel that his heart was hot, and he couldn't care about those worries and nervousness anymore, at this moment, Yang Jun's simple and even excessively simple language inspired everyone's courage.

"Kill the Tartars!" On the tower of the city tower at the mouth of the monolithic fort, Tian Kun, who was wearing armor and armor, had already suffered a negative number of wounds, while slashing the stubborn enemy who pounced on the city, while shouting loudly, his voice was already hoarse, his hand holding the knife was already a little out of strength, and the soldiers around him had fallen nearly half, he was still standing on a section of the city wall that was attacked by the Nawa Thorns, standing at the front, and struggling to wave the war knife in his hand.

More than a dozen artillery pieces, to this day, only seven cannons are still roaring, and those bows and crossbows have also been damaged because of too fierce and frequent use, even those firearms, most of them have been damaged, at this moment, the original firecrackers can only pick up their swords and pounce on those enemies.

The flames of war have gradually spread from under the city wall, and the fighting on the city head has become more and more intense, Tian Kun even saw that on a section of the city wall not far ahead, a seriously injured soldier who fell to the ground smiled and ignored the scimitar waved by the tile spur soldiers, and ignited the fire fold The gunpowder accumulated around him was ignited in an instant, and after a blazing white light flashed, a flame that expanded to a radius of several zhang engulfed the nearly dozens of tile thorn tartars who rushed to the city wall. Together with more than a dozen Ming soldiers who were wounded and fell to the ground, they disappeared in the violent bombardment that collapsed a small section of the city wall.

And this time the big bombing, in addition to cutting off a section of the city wall and emptying those attacking tile soldiers, the biggest luck is that it did not cause a collapse, otherwise, maybe those tile spur soldiers would be able to open a gap from here and pour in.

But now the situation has become more and more dangerous, many times the city wall has been in danger, and now, Tian Kun can't even send ten soldiers out to reinforce, the kind of crazy attack of the Tile Thorn people at any cost, regardless of physical strength and casualties, has been effective, and now, the Ming soldiers and young men on the city have almost squeezed out the last trace of strength and will.

A scimitar roared, and slashed head-on towards Tian Kun, who was slightly distracted, and the wounded soldier next to him stumbled to the death, but sent himself to the knife, watching Na Na was bent into the shoulder, but roared like a mad tiger, holding the tile thorn tartar who had not had time to show an excited smile, and jumped towards the battlement, accompanied by the frightened scream of the tile thorn tartar, disappeared out of Tian Kun's sight.

"Okay, little pillar, you're a good man, brothers, and you're struggling with these Tartars!" Tian Kun watched the soldier disappear out of his sight holding the tartar, and the face covered with blood that he didn't know if it was himself or the enemy couldn't help but twitch, and with a loud shout, he kicked a tile thorn tartar who jumped off the city wall and flew out of the battlement.

With all his strength, he once again pounced on another wall where the Tile Thorn Tartars had begun to dominate. And just as he was running past, he suddenly felt something strange, it seemed that everyone on the city wall felt something, whether it was the soldiers of the Ming army, or those thorn tartars, the movements of their hands couldn't help but slow down, they felt, a slight, but fast-paced tremor, from the earth to their feet.

A Tian Kun's personal soldier immediately lay on his stomach, ignoring the blood stains and rubble on the ground, and pressed his ear tightly to the ground, only listening for a short moment, the face of this personal soldier suddenly showed an unbelievable ecstasy: "South, it's south." Surely my Ming cavalry, at least nearly 10,000 of our Ming cavalry are coming! Brethren, reinforcements have arrived! ”

-------------------- as the excited roar of the pro-soldier sounded, the soldiers and young men of the Ming army, who were already so desperate that they almost lost the last trace of resistance, seemed to have a scorching power from their bodies, and the desire for survival, as well as the hatred for the Tartars, made them even more crazy. With unprecedented momentum, he once again pounced on the thorn tartars who had begun to dominate the wall.

The sound of hooves has gradually become faintly audible, and the sound seems to be like an indestructible huge flood peak, rushing along the river, and the rumbling sound of the huge waves rolling even makes the clouds in the sky seem to tremble, and the thorn tartars above the towers are also a little overwhelmed at this moment.

"What's going on?" The Saikan King, who was already on the verge of drunkenness, finally retained a trace of sanity, grabbed the soldier who had rushed to him to report the news, and roared angrily: "Didn't I send Korqin and Tumut to stop it? How could there be reinforcements from the Ming army?! If you can't explain it clearly, I'll light you up with a sky lantern! ”

"Governor Dadu, it is King Yang and King Xiao Yang who are here, and they are leading nearly 10,000 Southern Barbarian cavalry to aid Dushikou Fort." The soldier, whose face had turned gray, stammered. "Horqin's cavalry, just by looking at the face, let them destroy nearly half, and now I am afraid that it is less than five miles away from here."

"Who do you say?!" Even if he was unruly and conceited King Saikan, when he heard the two names that came out of the soldier's mouth, he couldn't help but be scared off most of the wine. These two names are a nightmare that haunts the hearts of all the warriors of the steppe tribes.

After the last victory in Tumubao, the Tile Spur army once marched to Xuanfu with great might, and Yang Hong's behavior of avoiding the city without fighting made the Tile Spur people feel that this old guy was really old, and began to be afraid of death.

After that, many times under the bewitchment of that Xining, began to attack the fortresses of the border town of Xuanfu again and again, unexpectedly, in the rush of several small victories, General Watt Thorn, who was carried away by the victory, led an army of more than 10,000 to enter the hinterland of Xuanfu, and did not want to happen to break into Yang Hong and his son, who were inspecting the border fort.

Yang Hong, who had no more than a thousand soldiers, was fearless in the face of more than 10,000 enemies, and with this little force, he beat ten times the enemy to flee in embarrassment, and finally fled in the wilderness.

And now, the father and son of King Yang, who were supposed to stay in the Jingshi of the Ming Kingdom, actually appeared here together, and led nearly 10,000 Ming troops to rumble in iron horses, so that the Tile Spur army, which had been fighting fiercely for most of the day, had to be afraid. Let the king of Saikan and other generals also can't help but change color in unison.

"Immortal God, how is this possible, how can it be that they are coming?" A commander roared in a very deplorable manner, and at this time, the iron cavalry of the Ming Dynasty had already appeared from the flank of the monolithic fortress, and the two Yangzi flags that rolled in the wind were like two fierce and bright war knives, and they were fiercely inserted into the hearts of all the Aratars.

(To be continued)