"What?! It's not Li Rusong, it's Li Rusong's sworn brother, it's bad! Leave the wounded soldiers to clean up the battlefield, and the others follow Ben Khan to pursue immediately, and those Ming Dynasty barbarians can't be allowed to run back to report the news! ”

As soon as I heard the report of Tumen Khan's subordinates, the Later Jin and Mongol coalition forces had lost 10,000 people after a lot of hard work, and it was not Li Rusong who was killed.

Tumen Khan didn't say much, he now lost his territory and his troops, only tens of thousands of cavalry, and needed wild boar skins for food and grass. Tumen Khan, who once dominated the Mongolian steppes and was called Khan Daozun, was just a lost dog at this time, and he had no other way than to keep his troops alive except for constant raids.

"Well, since it was not the king of Yama who was killed, it is estimated that it will not take long for the barbarians of the Ming Dynasty who fled to spread the news from here to the king of Yama, and the king of Yama who started the fire is not easy to provoke, maybe he will directly bring tens of thousands of iron horsemen to kill, and at that time. Hehe, this guy is also a lost dog, I can't follow him to the funeral! Looking at the wild boar skin, who had completely lost his cool head, Tumen Khan silently made his own little calculations.

The Mongols and Jurchens, in their bones, are a group of barbarian beasts, what is the most exquisite? That is, the dead friends are not dead and poor, and it is common to betray allies or something, but Genghis Khan was sleeping with his wife back then, and he didn't care about the lord, and by the way, he killed his sworn brothers and godfathers one after another.

Therefore, Tumen Khan did not have much psychological burden on betraying his allies. He just had to think of a good way, but he planned to sweep away all the supplies in one go, leaving the boar skin as cannon fodder to resist the angry king of Yama.

"Jiji, although the stinky girls of the three ladies currently unify the whole of Mongolia, but the Mongolian steppe is so big, there are always places that she can't find. As long as Ben Khan had these supplies, he turned back and took Fushun City, with enough grain, grass and wealth, and did not worry about the lack of troops and brave soldiers. Find a place in Mongolia to recuperate peacefully for a while, and then compete with that stinky girl for the Mongolian steppe! "After you have made up your mind. A fierce glint flashed in Tumen Khan's eyes. did not follow the wild boar skin to chase and kill the Liaodong Iron Horse, and the wild boar skin seemed to be unaware.

"Great Khan, why didn't those Mongols follow?" At this time, a cronie of the post-golden wild boar skin watched the people and horses on his side run away. The Mongols are still in place. I couldn't help but ask.

"Humph! Leave them alone. We immediately diverted to Hetuala, and Li Rusong's crusading army was probably already halfway there. Let's flee back first, and we can't hold on to the fortress of Hetuala. Waiting for the Ming Dynasty barbarian court to fight among themselves, Li Rusong will definitely retreat. At that time, it's our chance! Tumen Khan, this guy will take those grains and grass, and obediently help us attract Li Rusong's attention" Glancing back at the Mongols, the wild boar skin said with a sneer.

The two of them, Wild Boar Pi and Tumen Khan, were busy stumbling on each other's tricks, but no one noticed one thing: the 28,000 Liaodong Iron Cavalry army led by Li Rusong was less than a hundred miles away from the place where they ambushed Li Ning just now!

"What?! You repeat! Looking at the wounded Liaodong Iron Knights in front of him, Li Rusong only felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell off his horse, barely holding his mind and asking sharply.

"Major General! We were ambushed by the Tartars, and when General Li broke off, the horse stumbled, and in order to let us escape, he forced himself to die and broke the rear alone, and was besieged by tens of thousands of Tartars! The young general wants to avenge him! Although the soldier of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry was covered in bruises, he still rolled his saddle and fell to the ground, and said with tears streaming down his face:

"In order to open a bloody path for us, many brothers directly ignited the 10,000 enemies on their bodies, committed suicide and martyred the country, the young general begs you to take revenge with us!"

"Ahh Before the words fell, Li Rusong suddenly roared, and the whole person was furious, his eyes were full of murder, and he looked like he was choosing someone to devour, like a terrifying tiger.

"Wild boar skin, you dare to kill my brother Li Rusong, the soldier of the dangerous mountain army, Lao Tzu will kill all the Jurchens in Liaodong this time! Let you dogs and tartars all roll down to my brothers and soldiers to be buried with me! Li Rusong almost gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"Huh!" Li Rusong suddenly pulled out the horse chopping knife on his waist, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at the sky above his head:

"In the name of Li Rusong, the king of Yama in my dangerous mountain, I will definitely kill the Jurchen Tartar clan for the rest of my life, and comfort me with the spirit of thousands of soldiers who died in battle in Liaodong Iron Cavalry and my righteous brother Li Ning in the sky. If there is a violation of heaven and earth, it will be destroyed! Soldiers, follow me to revenge! ”

After speaking, Li Rusong clamped the horse's belly, and the horse took the lead to kill in the direction of Fushun, and tens of thousands of Liaodong iron horsemen behind him followed closely behind him like a silent god of death. Even those Liaodong Iron Knights, who had just returned from defeat and were exhausted and bruised, did not hesitate to join the army of revenge.

All the soldiers of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry accelerated silently, and now they had only one thought in their hearts: to kill all the Tartars and avenge their own robes that had died in battle! Sacrifice their heavenly spirits with the blood of the Tartars!

"Ningzi, I'm sorry for you! Rest assured, Lao Tzu will personally carry the head of the wild boar skin to your grave and offer incense! Holding back the tears in his eyes, Li Rusong said to himself in his heart.

If it weren't for his previous misjudgment and pride, he wouldn't have failed to see that Shuerhaqi's troops were just suspicious soldiers, and he wouldn't have noticed that there had been no message from Fushun's Yebu for a long time, and he wouldn't have let Li Ning lead 3,000 Liaodong iron cavalry to reinforce Fushun.

"Then Ning Zi and thousands of Liaodong Iron Horsemen's brothers won't die, I'm sorry for you, I'm ashamed!" Tortured by guilt and madness in his heart, Li Rusong did not lose his mind, he knew that he had to take these loyal and wholeheartedly believed in his Liaodong Iron Knights to carry out a hearty battle of revenge. Since they believe in themselves so much, they can't let down their loyal soldiers, and they can't lead them into a trap, what they have to do is to win a perfect victory!

While ordering the cavalry to speed up the march, Li Rusong kept sending sentry spies to investigate the situation within a radius of fifty miles. Soon after, he received another piece of news that left him with grief: Li Rubai died in Fushun.

"Let the infantry led by the border outside clean up the battlefield, clean up the corpses of the robes who died in battle, and transport their bodies back to the dangerous mountains for burial. Leave a hundred men to guard the spot, and don't let the remains of our robes be devoured by wild beasts! The others followed the general to Fushun, and after replenishing the grain, they went to Hetuala" With an expressionless wave of his hand, Li Rusong's voice did not have the slightest emotion, and Monk Greenqin knew that his brother was really angry.

"Major General Qiyu, Tumen Khan led tens of thousands of Mongolian iron cavalry, and was wandering around Fushun City to build siege equipment, preparing to attack Fushun City" At this time, Ye Bu in the direction of Fushun returned and said.

"Good! Very good! Tumen Khan, today Lao Tzu is going to kill you alive! Gather the army and follow me to Fushun to kill all the Mongolian Tartars! A fierce color flashed in his eyes, and Li Rusong said with a sneer, the whole person was like the king of Yama in the underworld, fierce and terrifying.

Tumen Khan, who was busy collecting the remnants of the Jurchens near Fushun City and looting grain and grass, would never have dreamed that Li Rusong would be killed so quickly, just in the evening, when the Mongol army was burying the pot and cooking:

"My Liaodong Iron Horse is invincible!"

"Kill all the Tartars and avenge my robes!"

"Dog Tartar, return my brother's life!"

"Brute, I'm going to avenge my father!"

Not far away, there was a sudden thunderous roar, and then tens of thousands of iron horses in black armor and black armor suddenly appeared on the field like a furious black dragon, roaring and roaring, killing with an unstoppable posture.

All the Mongols were stunned at first when they saw this scene, and then they looked at the rapidly approaching enemy army with frightened faces, and the whole person was so frightened that they trembled and had no fighting spirit, and one by one they turned their heads and ran towards the war horse.

"Ten thousand enemies! Cast! Seeing that he was approaching the fence of the Tartar camp, an officer of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry shouted, and the dozen or so Liaodong Iron Knights who rushed to the front neatly took out 10,000 enemies from their arms and lit them with fire folds, and they were still on the fence accurately.

"Boom! Rumble! A series of loud noises were heard, and the rudimentary fence was blown to pieces in the explosion of 10,000 enemies, and countless Liaodong Iron Knights swarmed in from this huge gap.

The furious Liaodong Iron Knights, like a group of evil ghosts who came out of the underworld to seduce their souls and ask for their lives, killed people when they saw them, cut them off and kowtowed to each other and begged for mercy. They were in groups of three or five, forming an arrow formation, and those who were far away greeted with flintlock firearms and 10,000 enemies, and those who were close directly pulled out their back machetes and chopped them. There were no living Tartars in their path, only corpses and burning tents.

Li Rusong personally led hundreds of elite soldiers to take the handsome tent of Tumen Khan, and waved the swords in his hand wherever he passed, constantly splitting one Tartar soldier after another in half. The rest of the Tartar soldiers looked at Li Rusong with horror on their faces, screaming and pushing and trying their best to retreat, and no one dared to step forward to fight.

"Alas, I can't think of it! I didn't think of it back then! If Li Rusong is not removed, it will definitely be a big problem for my Mongolian henchmen! Muttering to himself, Tumen Khan didn't say anything, urging the war horse to wave a scimitar and kill Li Rusong.

"I am the Mongolian Tumen Khan, the descendant of Genghis Khan, Li Rusong came to fight to the death with Ben Khan!" Tumen Khan roared and rushed towards Li Rusong, who stared at him coldly, until Tumen Khan rushed closer, and then waved the horse chopping knife in his hand:

"Ahh Tumen Khan was directly split in half by Li Rusong's chest, and the upper half of the body fell to the ground! (To be continued......)