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Maang brought no regular border troops this time, but all of them were his family members. He is now an uncle, he has money and status, and he has a lot of family support.

At this time, the battle often depends on who has the most family members and who can perform better on the battlefield. The general treats the family members very preferentially, not only in terms of food and treatment, money, food and materials, which are far better than ordinary soldiers, but also the equipment and armor used, which is also the highest in the army.

In return, the family will sacrifice their lives and deaths for the Lord on the battlefield, and their net worth and lives are all pinned on the Lord, once the Lord is lost, they have no possibility of living. Therefore, when they saw that I had shot Maang with an arrow, all the men were red-eyed, and without saying a word, they rushed down with their weapons.

They are different from those ordinary Ming border troops, they are the essence of the border army, and they are not inferior to those Mongolian elite soldiers. What's more, they are numerous, and the Mongolian soldiers are all too many of them to be affected by the gunpowder explosion, and they have no horses, so their ability is greatly reduced, and the Mongolian soldiers are at a disadvantage when they hedge against each other.

One after another, the Mongol soldiers were cut down to the ground, and I became the target of public criticism because of his noble clothes. He was only twelve years old, but he had a lot of strength, and he was also a good martial artist, and he shot down two family members in one go. Then he waved the scimitar in his hand and fought with a small school.

The family on the opposite side is also a hero with excellent martial arts, and a spear dances like a fly, like a spiritual snake. There were white blades all around, cold arrows flying wildly, and everyone was all in one place, even my blood alliance guards couldn't take care of him.

"Kill!" With a loud roar, the family member who was monitoring Yang Chengzu joined the battle group with a hemp knife in his hand, and I replied that he was no longer in the lead with one-on-one, and with one-on-two, he was even more at a disadvantage.

"Whoosh!" A cold arrow flew out of nowhere and was fired at me, and he quickly tossed his bow aside, but instead struck the man with the spear who had engaged him at the beginning. The good man was shot back a few steps by the arrow, and his left arm could not be raised.

Those Mongol guards surrounded Alta, and the Ming army on the other side also surrounded him, and the two sides surrounded Alta and fought fiercely.

The man who wielded the knife held the knife in both hands and cut it down, and I couldn't dodge it, so I could barely parry it with my knife. There was a loud bang, and my arm was numb from the shock, and the sweaty scimitar couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, and the person also sat on the ground. The man was about to kill him, and a Mongolian man who didn't want to rush forward and hugged his waist properly.

This Mongolian man is a skilled wrestler, and he threw this Ding Ping out with a grappling. As soon as the big man made a move, he rode on the housekeeper, and his hands were like vices, and they were clasped to his throat. But before the Mongolian man could exert his strength with both hands, his body twitched like an electric shock, and he fell straight to the ground. On his temple, there was already a carved feather.

"Da Ming'er, I am the younger brother of the right-wing 30,000 Jinong, and I am a dignified answer! Your actions today will pay the price of blood. I replied with blood, grabbed the scimitar, and rushed towards the Ming army who released the arrows, but the family who was thrown to the ground had already picked up the knife and rushed over, and the enemy was against him, and a few knives in a row, the steps of my response to kill were vain, and the eyes were sparkling.

"Taiji, let's go!" A Mongolian man with his stomach open, regardless of his own intestines, grabbed the leg of the family, and then lifted it hard. This Ding didn't guard against this hand, and he was grabbed tightly at once, and fell to the ground again.

"I ended up with you." I raised my scimitar and threw myself at the Ming army. But just when his scimitar was about to cut into the body of this family, he only felt a huge pain in the back of his heart, which turned out to be struck in the back of the heart by another family member with an iron shovel.

This master Ding was very strong, and with a bang, he turned me over and lay on the ground.

"Protect Taiji!"

"Cut down the Tartar chieftains!"

There was another bloody battle around Meda, and in the blink of an eye, there were several lives on both sides. At this time, even Ma Ang could not restrain his subordinates, how much was the head of this great nobleman worth. Whoever it is, don't try to stop them from taking the money.

I replied that my eyes were black, and I vomited two mouthfuls of black blood, and finally barely stood up, but I was hit by an arrow in my leg, and my body shook and fell to one knee.

Seeing that the soldiers around him had been killed and wounded, and those Ming family members held their weapons and rushed towards them as if they were not going to die. The former enemy who made the Ma Za knife took the lead in killing with a big sword, and cut down the two blood alliance guards around him in one go.

It seems that he is about to return to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven. For a moment, he remembered the wind on the prairie, his own Eji, and his ambitions. The ambition of conquering the Uliangha, expelling Bodi Khan, unifying the Mongols, and finally conquering the empire is only a dream after all.

A figure swooped down and pressed him to the ground, the man with the hemp knife in his hand had changed to a single knife with a splash of wind at some point, covered in blood, his face was full of wounds, and he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, his eyes were like a fierce god in the underworld, and the wind knife reflected the cold light in the sun.

His own dignified Mongolian Taiji finally fulfilled the fame and wealth of this guy. In this wind, why does me have the taste of home...... I really want to take another sip, the mare's milk wine of my hometown. The city that appeared in front of you, is this the Jingshi? Who is the hero of the Zongma Jingshi, showing off his martial arts and asking the Ming Emperor to agree to his request, unify the grassland, and expedition to Qinghai? Why me his face, so much like himself? What kind of place is the majestic giant city built on the grassland?

"Be merciful!"

Seeing that his shaking arm was sore and ineffective, Ma Ang rushed down from the mountain, and when he ran down, he happened to see the leader of his own army raising a single knife to cut off the head of the army. The frightened soul flew away, and he ripped open his neck and shouted.

"Hui Bing, the villain Ma Jinzhong has already beheaded the Tartar chieftain, please check the head of the master." Although the leader of the family was wounded all over his body, the whole person was still immersed in the excitement of killing the enemy general, and he didn't even feel pain in the wound.

He didn't know what a terrible cause and effect this knife had been, and what a huge impact it had on the entire grassland.

Ma Ang only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he almost fell on his heels, and the brothers of the 30,000 households of Jinong on the right wing of the dignified right were cut down by their own families? How can I explain this!

He said hatefully: "Hurry up and purge the team, follow the general soldier down the mountain, and settle accounts with Yang Chengzu!" I can't spare him! ”

He didn't have the heart to care about the casualties now, and he only urged the soldiers to hurry down the mountain. When those family soldiers saw that their lord had arranged this way, they had no choice but to reorganize their ranks and line up to descend the mountain. But as soon as they walked down the hill, in the pile of dead men, a man jumped up, spread his legs, and ran to the top of the hill like a desperate man. Wuliangha people, Maang, Daming, I remember this debt, I can't shed my blood in vain, this revenge will be avenged!