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"My Liaodong Iron Horse is invincible!"

On the pitch-black mountain splitting wilderness, a violent army of black armor and black armor was marching wildly, and no one could stop it wherever it passed.

At this time, the Tartar camp not far away was still quiet. Since Alta defeated the main force of Yang Zhao's Liaodong Army here, there was no force here that could pose a threat to the Mongol cavalry.

For many days, the Mongol cavalry had almost nothing to do except burn, kill and loot every day. They plundered every day, either drinking and feasting, or playing with slave girls, and lived a happy life, and the whole camp did not even arrange for sentries to patrol and be on duty.

Even the thousands of troops under Li Rusong's command made such a loud noise less than eight hundred steps away from the camp. These Mongolians did not have the slightest vigilance, many of them turned over and continued to sleep, and the few who were awake and heard the movement thought it was their hallucination and continued to drink and have fun.

"Throw!" Taking advantage of this God-given opportunity, the soldiers under Li Rusong's command quickly rushed to the camp of the Mongol army, and the fence made of low shrubs was sparsely planted in the ground, and the wind was blowing and swaying.

Li Rusong gave an order, and all the cavalry tightened the reins of their horses, and the war horses jumped up and easily jumped over the enemy's "camp gate".

Li Rusong was wearing fiery red armor, and even in the dark night, under the fire of the Tartar camp, he looked particularly eye-catching:

"Kill the Tartars!" I saw Li Rusong pull out a huge horse chopping knife, take the lead and enter the Mongolian army camp, and with a wave of the horse chopping knife in his hand, he directly cut down an oncoming Tartar soldier.

At this time, several Tartar soldiers who got up to go to the toilet noticed the abnormality, and one by one they were almost so frightened that they peed their pants, and they turned their heads and ran without falling, shouting loudly as they ran: "Enemy attack".

Before these Tartar soldiers could draw their weapons and fight, the Liaodong Iron Knights who were killing behind them directly cut off their heads with a knife, and the headless body ran far away under the action of inertia and fell to the ground.

At this time, the Liaodong Iron Knights were a group of vengeful deaths, originally they had just been training hard, wanting to defeat their predecessors in the assessment and be promoted to a second-line unit of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry.

But overnight, everything changed, and those predecessors who defeated them again and again died tragically at the hands of the Tartars. And Li Rusong, the god in their minds, did not hesitate to take them to become a front-line army and go to the battlefield: avenge your robes!

"Revenge! Avenge! For the never-say-die glory of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, and for the invincible prestige of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry! Our shame will be washed away with the blood of the Tartars! A thought has become the belief in the hearts of every Liaodong Iron Knight, and none of them complained about the rapid march for several days, but silently gritted their teeth and persisted, for tonight!

"With the blood of the Tartars, take revenge on our robes! Wash away the shame of my Liaodong Iron Horse! "As if mad, each of the Iron Knights rushed into the Tartar tent with a thick-backed machete in his hand, and slashed and killed as he set fire to it.

At this time, the Tartar camp had turned into a Shura hell, countless fire snakes were dancing wildly, and there were Liaodong iron knights in black helmets and black armor everywhere, they drove their horses like a group of dead gods in the night, galloping and killing wildly.

And the Mongolian iron horsemen, who were invincible before, are now like a flock of weak sheep, crying and running around, and even kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy to get a way out. But all that answered them was the furious roar of the Liaodong Iron Knights, and the thick-backed machetes that frantically harvested lives.

"Brother! The second son killed several Tartars, and you have a spirit in the sky to watch! Let's go in peace! My brother has avenged you! A Liaodong Iron Knight soldier slashed and killed four or five Tartar soldiers in a row, surrounded by a group of Tartar soldiers, and his whole body was wounded under the scimitar, but he did not have the slightest timidity, and shouted at the sky.

Then the soldier smiled at the Tartar soldier who was rushing wildly, and jumped off the horse, and smoke peculiar to ten thousand enemies rose from his body: he would rather blow himself up and die with the Tartar than retreat because of timidity.

"Kill!" Li Rusong's guards have long been scattered, his whole person is like a demon, frantically brandishing a horse chopping knife, killing people when he sees them, and the Tartars are almost invincible everywhere he goes, and the whole body is covered with the blood of the Tartars, and from a distance, it looks like the Yama King of the eighteen-story underground mansion is holding a judge's pen and killing people.

"I am a dangerous mountain Li Rusong! Dog Tartar is coming! Seeing countless Tartars rushing madly towards him, Li Rusong roared wildly, and rushed straight to the center of the Tartar camp with the reins of his horse: the place where the big pole of Alta fluttered.

"Protect the Great Khan's banner!" At this time, the Mongolian iron horsemen woke up like a dream, and rushed forward one by one with a roar, wanting to stop Li Rusong's behavior.

Can you stop it? Not only Li Rusong, but the countless Liaodong Iron Knights behind him charged frantically as if they were crazy. Even if they are besieged and about to die in battle, they only drive away the war horses under their crotches, and then ignite the gunpowder on their bodies and die with the tartars.

None of the hundreds of iron horsemen retreated, none of them were timid, they were like a pack of hungry wolves, frantically slashing, advancing, slashing, advancing.

"Kill!" Li Rusong slashed over the two Mongolian centurions who blocked the road, and appeared under the handsome banner of my answer with a leap of horseback, and Li Rusong slashed the horse chopping knife diagonally on the handsome banner with a small hand!

"Boom!" With an earth-shattering bang, the handsome banner of my answer fell straight to the ground, and the military spirit of the Mongolian cavalry who were also fighting was also wiped out at this moment!