"Withdraw!" Zhao Yun said this to Shao Lao Er, and he had already given various instructions in his heart, and all the teams began to act.

Zhao Yun only remembered when he saw the city wall of Har Arag, this is a city on the trade route, there are many caravans, if he doesn't want to expose it, he can only kill his mouth and go back with all the people naked.

Zhao Yun, who is going to continue to advance westward for the time being, has no plans to return, and the fewer people the 80,000 cavalry sees, the better.

The retreat was not a random retreat, and the Russians had to have that ability if they wanted to pursue them behind.

Zhao Yun chose to slowly retreat in the direction of the Gobi Desert, and Commander Rokossovsky was even more happy when he saw that they were not retreating the same way.

After running for more than ten miles, a medical team was in front, the paladins were in the middle, the wind cavalry was on the left and right, and the Mongolian cavalry archers were in the rear.

The long running has shown the characteristics of the three cavalry teams of the Soviet-Mongolian coalition army, and the Mongolian cavalry still follows the formation of their ancestors, forming freely in groups of three or five. However, the Russians inherited the tactics of the European cavalry, and simply lined up in several columns and followed closely. The Mongols had a short horse, which had the advantage of great stamina, and the disadvantage was that they were too slow. The war horses of the Soviets and Russians are all European war horses, tall horses, full of impact, but long-distance running is not a strong point, and in order to maintain the team, they have to slow down and wait for the Mongol cavalry. So Zhao Yun was given plenty of time to make the whole team on the march.

Looking at the distance of the run, it is about the same, and there is no longer Hal Arag in sight here. The war horses of the Russians have begun to show fatigue. The Mongolian war horses on both wings were still running unhurriedly, but they had been thrown behind the two sides by the Russians, and the entire pursuing team formed a cone.

The Russian army is the head of this cone-shaped cone, behind Zhao Yun's cavalry team, after a long time of running, the formation between the various cavalry in the Soviet Russian army has been a little scattered, although it is basically still according to the formation of that word, but some horses rushed to the front and were less than a hundred meters away from Zhao Yun, and some of them were slow and hidden in the dust raised after the horses ran in front.

The distance between the two sides was so close, during the run, there were also Soviet and Russian cavalry began to release their guns, scattered, and the last few Mongolian cavalry archers also suffered several times, Zhao Yun could only constantly adjust the position of their team to avoid them hanging up.

"Attack!" Seeing that it was almost over, Zhao Yun gave an order in his heart, and the Mongolian cavalry archer immediately turned his head and shot.

"Oooo

The Russians were caught off guard, and the seven or eight cavalrymen who rushed in front were shot by hundreds of arrows, and they immediately turned on their backs. The Soviet Russian cavalry behind, seeing the sudden situation in front, could only slow down or cross, and those who were almost skilled in controlling horses could only close their eyes and pull the reins of the horses and step on them.

The confusion caused by the Mongolian cavalry archers' arrows was not temporary, unlike the ordinary Mongols, they were tireless, and the arrows they shot did not stop, and the Soviet Russian cavalry behind had just rushed through, and the obstacles formed by their own people immediately had to dodge the rain of arrows from the opposite side.

A dozen or so slow dodges were inserted with a lot of arrow feathers and fell off their horses. The cone-shaped team's cone immediately collapsed in one piece.

Regimental Commander Rokossovsky saw this scene in the ranks, and his lungs exploded. The other party has not lost a single person, and he has lost more than a dozen. This is not the case yet, what about the damned Mongolian People's Party army? Seeing that they were still running unhurriedly on the left and right, Commander Rokossovsky was even more angry. But the team is marching, how to inform these Mongolian People's Party troops?

"Slow down! Decelerate! The whole team! The whole team! Commander Rokossovsky yelled with a gloomy face.

Zhao Yun didn't want to take advantage of it when he saw that the other party was starting to slow down, and it would be a big benefit to take advantage of it now. Still pulled his team and ran into the distance and stopped.

Seeing that the other party's three teams had begun to assemble, Zhao Yun and the others were still not in a hurry.

Commander Rokossovsky looked at Zhao Yun and them, not running or fighting, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Summoning a few scouts, "Go around and see if there are any other teams!" "Several orders for in-place defense were given in a row, and the commander of the regiment Rokossovsky had time to breathe.

Looking at the strange team on the opposite side, not fighting or running, just falling like this, the uneasiness in the heart of Commander Rokossovsky became stronger and stronger.

Soon, the scouts sent out in all directions came back, "Captain, we are surrounded!" "All the scouts have brought back a message.

"A team of tens of thousands of horses is heading this way!" The head of the regiment Rokossovsky whipped the first scout who came back to report the news, what kind of joke, tens of thousands? If there are still tens of thousands of troops around, it must be to attack Kulun, why are they still fighting a small city like Har Arag, is it a team from Inner Mongolia?

Soon the second scout also returned, reported the same news, and was also rewarded with a horsewhip by the head of the regiment Rokossovsky, "Stupid! I asked you to look west? Not for you to look north like him! Pointing at the first scout kneeling on the ground with his horsewhip, Commander Rokossovsky shouted angrily.

"Really! It's all cavalry! At least 10,000! The second scout cried.

"Get out!" Regimental commander Rokossovsky whipped again.

The third and fourth scouts came together, and they also reported the same news, and the commander of the regiment Rokossovsky raised his whip but did not draw it.

"Siege?!" A word jumped into the mind of Commander Rokossovsky, this is the junction of the steppe and the Gobi Desert, except for a few small mounds around which there is some green, it is a Gobi Desert, how can there be an ambush in such an open area? What a big encirclement is this? How many people do you need to surround it?

In the vast land of Outer Mongolia, Zhao Yun's 80,000 wind cavalry were galloping across the grassland and the Gobi. Every forty people were in small teams, lined up in a fish-scale formation, each with a distance of one meter from each other, one meter from each other, fifty meters from each team, and every 10,000 people guarded one direction, and from all sides they came to the head of the Rokossovsky regiment.

When the twenty-first scout came back to report the news, the commander of the regiment Rokossovsky had already led 3,000 Soviet-Mongolian troops and lined up in an open field.

But not in a defensive formation, but in an offensive formation, and the cavalry of Soviet Russia was arrogant.

The report of the encircled battle has spread in the army, and the Mongolian cavalry began to feel uneasy and panicked, if it were not for the strong suppression of the Soviet Russian cavalry, and the strong suppression of the Mongolian cavalry, and the monitoring of many diehards who were brainwashed by Soviet Russia, it is estimated that many of them would have been scattered in all directions.

"A bunch of cowards! How could our ancestors have fallen at their hands? Commander Rokossovsky looked at the clown-like behavior of the Mongols around him, and he was even more disdainful of the Mongols in his heart.

In this oppressive atmosphere, time was slowly passing, I don't know how long it took, suddenly Commander Rokossovsky looked to his left, those faint "rumbling" sounds came, and a black line suddenly appeared between the earth and the sky, and as soon as this black line came out, it quickly spread over, like a rolling torrent, making people feel suffocated, as if the air was evacuated by this black line.

Soon, Commander Rokossovsky found that black lines appeared on his right side and rear, and listening to the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, Commander Rokossovsky knew that the hope of going out today was very slim, and he had to sacrifice his life for the country.

Commander Rokossovsky did not think of doing this before attacking the team of less than 2,000 men on the opposite side, but as soon as he sent out his cavalry, the other side began to retreat backwards and into the depths of the Gobi.

"Coward! All cowards, no chivalry at all! "Commander Rokossovsky, who was educated in traditional cavalry ideology, could not figure out why the opposing cavalry refused to engage him.

The Gobi is vast, and those who want it are led there, and their own cavalry dies faster. There are no hills or anything like that, and you can go up on horseback to those small mounds. Commander Rokossovsky looked around, or give up foot combat and use cavalry to understand his life!

"All light and heavy machine guns are lined up for me, as long as they are facing east, and the fight will start later, whoever dares to retreat, military law will be engaged!" That's all Commander Rokossovsky can do now.

If the machine guns are scattered, they will definitely not be able to carry them alone in the face of the cavalry, so they can only be used to defend one side, so as not to suffer the enemy on their backs, and then they can also be used as a temporary ambulance station to rescue the wounded soldiers, although there is not much space, and there are not many people saved, but it can also let the soldiers know that they are injured and rescued, and they do not have to be completely desperate. If there is no hope, the whole army will collapse, especially the two Mongolian People's Party armies.

"If Timur is the one who leads the team today, how will you attack?" Zhao Yun asked Timur, the heroic figure beside him.

"Back to the master, we have missed the best time, just now when they were in disarray, it was the best time for us to attack!" Timur bowed.

"I know it too! But when I thought that I had 80,000 cavalry, I didn't want to fight like that! Hehe! Let's take a look at the charge of 80,000 cavalry! Zhao Yun is still very confident in his own army of rioters, and if anyone is not pleasing to the eye in the future, hundreds of thousands of troops will rush up.

Zhao Yun looked at the sky, and it was about half past three in the afternoon. After coming here, Zhao Yun learned something that he was very proud of, that is, he didn't need to look at the clock, as long as there was the sun, he could roughly know what time it was. The sun on the grassland began to set westward, but now it was still so powerful, Zhao Yun hid in the carriage, looking at the surrounding 80,000 wind cavalry was already in place, at the junction of the grassland and the Gobi in the yellow sand, a big battle was about to happen. Zhao Yun suddenly felt like the last factory man in "New Dragon Gate Inn", with a group of lackeys with teeth and claws, sitting in the carriage and watching the fight outside.

Although it's very unpleasant to think about being a father-in-law, sitting here is indeed very imposing!

Commander Rokossovsky looked around, constantly surrounded by black knights, and observed through the telescope that the opponent was only equipped with a small round shield, a cavalry spear, and a saber, and the armor on his body looked like a European medieval, half-body cavalry armor.

"European!? Where are these people coming from? "I kept thinking about it. After all, he was also a horse for half his life, and he had the consciousness of dying in battle on the day he went to the battlefield, but when the real thing came, he had to know whose hands he died in.

Of the more than two dozen people who sent out to report the news, only four turned back, and the others were chased by the other party and hacked to death. It was surrounded on all sides, and there was no place to rush out.

Silence! In the face of the cavalry, all that could be heard was the sound of horses' hooves and the neighing of horses, and nothing else could be heard. Commander Rokossovsky felt a kind of repression that he had never felt before, could this be the message of death?