"How about it, did you take that Ming army to explore the horse?" Borut, the commander of the Korqin Division, looked at the group that went to chase and kill the cavalry of the Ming army who had just appeared in sight, and there were three fewer cavalrymen, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"General, no, we chased that Nanban across the mountain recess, and we were surrounded by a group of Ming cavalry, if we didn't see the opportunity quickly, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to come back." The leader of the ten divisions gritted his teeth and pulled out a sharp arrow stuck in the leather armor of his left shoulder, panting and saying in shock. "When we escaped the hollow, we looked back, and they didn't chase them."

Hearing this, Borut spit out the jerky he was chewing in his mouth, threw the half-drunk bag of milk wine to his soldiers, got up and asked.

"No more than a thousand riders." After thinking about it, the ten-captain was very sure.

"But a thousand horses? Hehe, those Nanbans, they really want to come to die. Borut couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his proud gaze swept behind him. Our warriors, one can withstand two cavalry in the south, let alone a thousand cavalry, even if it is three or five thousand, it is impossible for us to be the opponent of these Mongolian warriors. ”

"They didn't chase after them, I'm afraid they were afraid of the scimitars of our Korqin warriors." A centurion next to him laughed. "General, otherwise, let's kill them and slaughter those southern barbarians."

"This is not good, the Metropolitan Governor has orders, let us strictly guard the main road, and not let the reinforcements of the Southern Barbarians pass." The other centurion said with some hesitation.

"What are you afraid of, hum, those Dzungar wolves, as long as they eat meat, we can't even drink soup." Nearby, a centurion swayed the knife in his hand that was cutting jerky. "We don't have any effort to take down the monolithic fort. Do you think that the guy who is the king of the journal will spit out what comes to his mouth for everyone to share? ”

"This time, our Horqin Department sent 3,000 troops, how did he do it, treat our warriors like slaves, and let our people follow those Yongshao Bubu to die first. Use the chests and lives of our warriors to wear down the weapons of the Nanban. And what about us? We were herded into the wilderness with a cold wind......"

All of a sudden, the crowd was raging, there were no outsiders here anyway, all of them were people from the Horqin tribe, and they had long been blind to the arrogant and domineering behavior of King Saikan. If it weren't for the fact that the gap between the two tribes was too great, who would be willing to obey this cruel, murderous, greedy and selfish demon and let their warriors be cannon fodder.

-------------------- Borut looked at these angry subordinates, thinking about the resentment suffered by his tribe, he couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows, and his thin eyes revealed a few hints of ruthlessness: "Yes, merit, we can't let the Dzungar tribe take it over, if our warriors don't even get blood on their scimitars, maybe they will be ridiculed by those Dzungar dog mongrels at that time." ”

"That's right, take the heads of those Southern Barbarian cavalry to sacrifice the sword, and let those people in the Dzungar Department see that our Horqin tribe is also a good man on the grassland." Hearing Borut's words, the officers around them couldn't help shouting excitedly, wiping off the grease on their hands, drinking the last sip of milk wine, and greeting their respective troops, and in a short time, fifteen hundred Korqin warriors had already turned over their horses, and the scimitars at their waists were unsheathed, and the nomads like to make a loud bang in their mouths when they marched, echoing in the field, like a group of hyenas about to leave their shacks and go out to hunt.

As a few low and desolate horns sounded, 1,500 elite cavalry riding Horqin began to gallop towards the south, and in the encouragement and urging of the commanders at all levels, the war horses on their bodies gradually began to speed up.

The howls of excitement continued, and the galloping iron hooves made the thick earth tremble, and countless withered yellow weeds were smashed and trampled by the flying heavy hooves, and the debris was swept into the air by the wind carried by the galloping war horses, and rose to the sky with smoke and dust.

The scimitar with a shiny handle, under the reflection of the slanting sun, was like a dazzling and cold ice cube, and like a sharp fangs sticking out of a big mouth. The faces that longed for victory and blood had begun to twist and hide.

From the meadow where they stayed to the recess of the mountain, it was only a distance of three or four miles, which was the best impact distance for the cavalry, but when the mounts under the cavalry of Horqin had just reached the peak, a dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty was slowly raised in the recess of the mountain.

For those Ming cavalry who came to die, the warriors of Horqin not only did not have a trace of fear, but became more excited and enthusiastic, and vigorously beat the horse with the back of the knife, hoping to accept the enemy at a faster speed, so that they could swing the scimitar and cut off the heads of those southern barbarians, which became a sign of their own achievements.

Borut was also excited, his roar was even more majestic, like a wolf leading the pack to hunt sheep, and the howls of excitement came and went, as if it were not enough to prove that they were brave Mongols, descendants of blue wolves and white deer, and descendants of Genghis Khan, the greatest hero of the steppe.

But soon, the shouts of excitement trembling, after continuing to run Lish, were as if someone had pressed the silence button, and everyone collectively lost their voices. Because, they saw something more, something that frightened and trembled all of them.

Densely packed, there were at least seven or eight thousand Ming iron horses, suddenly appeared in front of their eyes, the iron horses like a wave in the sky, more battle flags were waving, and what was even more eye-catching was the two battle flags at the front of the team.

On those two flags, the Han family name that has terrified all Mongolian Tatars for decades and can stop children crying at night: Yang. It also represents two two people who have made all Mongolians hate and fear, respect and fear in the past 20 years: Yang Wang: Yang Hong; Xiao Yang Wang: Yang Jun.

Whenever these two flags appear on the battlefield at the same time, it will only represent one thing, King Yang and King Xiao Yang are coming, as long as they appear in the place, no Ming soldiers dare not fight to kill the enemy, and no warrior of the grassland tribe can win in front of them.

"How is this possible?!" After the majestic howl of Borut had just stopped, he could not help but roar loudly, confusion and shock lingering over his fleshy face.

The fear in the hearts of the Horqin warriors who were originally 1,500 horses also affected their beloved mounts, and the original indomitable momentum couldn't help but stagnate at this moment, widening their eyes, looking at the dense and dense Daming Iron Cavalry that rolled up like a torrent.

-------------------- "Immortal Heaven is above, how is this possible, there are only less than a thousand Southern Barbarians." "The Captain of Horqin, who had failed to hunt the Ming army and fled back to the large team, had eyes as if they were dried big-eyed fish on the edge of the sea, and his mouth was wide open, enough to stuff a person into a melon.

"Didn't King Yang and King Xiao Yang already go to their Yanjing? How can it be here, this is definitely a fraud, there is a fraud. Borut, who was also a general, quickly recovered from the shock, and when he saw the frightened and frightened eyes of his subordinates, he could not help shouting angrily, and swung his whip at a cavalryman who was getting slower and slower beside him.

But at this time, a centurion who had just gathered together and shouted loudly to turn these Nanban into unlucky corpses suddenly screamed in a voice as sharp as a chaste maiden who had been insulted by hooligans, and was extremely piercing and full of fear: "It's him, it's King Xiao Yang!" ”

The cavalrymen, who were already full of doubts and uneasiness, couldn't help but widen their eyes and looked in the direction he was pointing. The Daming Iron Cavalry, which was less than two or three hundred paces apart, rushed to the leader and brandished the sword, and it was the Xiao Yang King who was well known and familiar to countless Mongolian soldiers.

"On the orders of Yang Dadu, kill all the Tartars!" At this time, the soldiers of the Ming army suddenly shouted in unison, and the fierce and high-spirited roar even overshadowed the hoofs like rolling thunder.

One roar, one after another, the elite of the Ming army had already crossed the mountain recess and began to launch a fearless charge towards the hesitant Horqin cavalry, the indomitable momentum, and the roar that resounded through the earth, and the swords that shone with cold light in the air, as if forming a mirror wall, reflecting the faces of the Horqin cavalry that were distorted because of fear and panic.

When he saw Yang Jun with a hideous face, and heard the roar of killing all the Tartars on the orders of Yang Dadu, almost in an instant, all the Horqin cavalry were blinded, for King Yang and King Xiao Yang, but all the Mongolian tribes who had fought with them, they were either afraid of them, that is, because they knew that this old and young had already gone to Beijing to train soldiers, and the newly appointed Jiang Fu here, no one knew which onion he was. It wasn't until he arrived that the Mongolian tribes knew that there was such a general soldier named Jiang Fu in the Ming Dynasty.

And it is precisely for this reason, coupled with the fact that after Zhu Qizhen arrived in Xuanfu, he wantonly pointed fingers at the military of Xuanfu, cut down the soldiers again and again, and filled them with new soldiers, coupled with the idiotic behavior of the Wu commander of Kaipingwei.

Only then did he make sure that after he ascended the throne, he would take away Pingwei as the first fire for his new Khan's ascension.

But I never thought that I would meet Yang Hong and his son here, and besides, looking at that posture and listening to the sound of hooves that almost shook the heavens and the earth, I am afraid that at least nearly 10,000 iron horsemen rumbled over.

Even against the same number of cavalry led by Yang Hong's father and son, Borut was determined to retreat and dare not fight the enemy. What's more, with such a large number of Ming Iron Cavalry, it is ten guts to give Borut, and it is impossible for him to charge bravely like now.

And saw that under the banner of the Yang father and son, the murderous spirit and the sword was like a forest. Borut made what he considered to be the wisest choice, or rather, the choice that most Mongol warriors would have taken when they met the father and son, to rein in his horse and turn around, and then to flee with his horse......

(To be continued)