In the vast wilderness, the Ming army and Jiannu were getting closer and closer, they had already discovered each other, and the two chariots with full strength collided together, and neither of them would back down.

Jiannu first sent out a large number of cavalry, and they were in a team of thirty or fifty people, like a pack of wolves, and pounced on He Shixian's men and horses.

Through the clairvoyance, Jiannu's movements are all seen in his eyes, cavalry attacks are the usual means, ordinary Ming troops will panic in the face of attacks, they will show flaws, and the Tartars will give a fatal blow.

But He Shixian is not a fish belly, he looked to the side.

"Hean!"

"Father!"

"Lead three hundred family members, kill me up, remember, don't lose your Lao Tzu's people!"

"Please rest assured!" He An urged the horse to rush out, beckoning his subordinates to rush out. He Shixian's family members are all battle-hardened warriors, and they are completely capable of fighting with the Tartars.

The two sides are getting better, better, smaller, more, newer, fastestWWW.|Near, about fifty paces or so, the rain of arrows from the Tartars rushed in, and He An heard a few muffled snorts from his side, obviously someone was hit by an arrow, and there were quite a few of them.

He gritted his teeth, pumped his horse hard, and in an instant he entered about twenty paces.

"Die!"

The javelin hung with the sound of the wind, which pierced the chest of a Jiannu, and he turned over and fell off his horse.

The two sides finally came closer, and brutal hand-to-hand combat inevitably began. Both sides held their weapons aloft, swords, spears, lances, axes, maces, and a variety of weapons flashed with a chilling light.

Cavalry battles, victory or defeat is often in the moment of lightning, He An calmed down, firmly held the spear in his hand, with the help of the power of the war horse galloping, a shot stabbed Jiannu's lower abdomen, he didn't have to spend any effort, the war horse could help him pierce the opponent's body.

In an instant, more than a dozen people on both sides fell off their horses, some had already died, and some still had a breath. However, it is not lucky for the living, and there will be countless horses' hooves to trample them into a pulp, and the luck just now is nothing more than to make them suffer one more sin......

As the momentum of the impact slowed down, the two sides staggered and fell into anxiety, and when it really came to the desperate ground, the Ming army was constantly cut off the horse, and at the same time, almost the same number of Jiannu also fell under the horse.

The mace swung violently, turning the human head into a rotten watermelon, and the ground was stained with blood in a shocking color.

He An's weapon had changed three times, first a spear, then a machete, and now he was using a large axe that he had snatched from a white-armored soldier. Dozens of pounds of weapons were danced like the wind by him, like small wheels, as long as they were stained, they would either die or be injured. Jiannu was killed and retreated, and he didn't dare to fight.

"The young marshal is so brave, it is really gratifying, there is a successor to the marshal!" The general next to him praised with a smile.

He Shixian's face was also a little proud, but he said: "It's just a brave man, he has to rely on his brain to fight, and he still owes fire!" ”

As he spoke, the battle had reached the last moment, and some people simply abandoned their horses and fought on foot on the ground, blood and shouts constituted the most desolate and cruel battle notes.

Whether it is Jiannu or the family of the Ming army, they rely more on the courage of blood and blood, and the cavalry is really lackluster in the later battles except for the momentum at the beginning.

In fact, with the progress of the times, cavalry also needs discipline, after a shock, regardless of the sacrifice to assemble the charge again, like a hammer, constantly destroying the opponent's determination to resist, the cavalry in the impact is the most powerful......

Jiannu was the first to sound the gong to collect the troops, and after leaving behind fifty or sixty corpses, the rest of Jiannu retreated. He An couldn't wipe the blood on his face, and also withdrew to his own formation.

"Father, I'm afraid that Jiannu is going to attack!"

"Well, if you're not afraid of death, come here!" He Shixian shouted: "Array! ”

The formation of the Ming army changed rapidly, and the cavalry retreated to the two flanks to guard against the flank attack of Jiannu, and on the front, the soldiers with three-eyed guns and bird guns lined up in the front. The proportion of firearms in the Ming army accounted for almost half, but the quality was not good, and many generals rejected firearms. However, Zhang Ke's repeated victories allowed He Shixian to regain confidence in firearms.

His firecracker was equipped with a three-eyed bird gun personally supervised by Hong Shiki, although it was not as good as the one used by the Yizhou soldiers, but it was also quite sophisticated.

He Shixian squinted his eyes, and under the embrace of his family, he personally pressed the formation.

Woowoo......

With the sound of trumpets, Jiannu's offensive began, and the stout dead soldiers, draped in thick armor, rushed towards the position, followed by archers and armored bannermen.

The two sides drew closer and closer, and when they entered about sixty paces, the Tartar archers fired a tricky rain of arrows.

The Ming army screamed in pain, and the soldiers were hit by arrows in the face, and even penetrated their eyeballs, and fell to the ground, in pain. Their shouts also sent chills down the hands and feet of the soldiers around them.

"Don't panic, wait for Jiannu to get closer, and then kill his mother!"

The general officers shouted desperately, and the musketeers finally did not shoot in advance.

The Tartar rushed to a distance of forty or fifty paces, and the bird's gun sounded, and the lead pellet wrapped in hatred hit Jiannu's body, and in an instant, a piece of Jiannu fell.

"Okay, good fight!"

The Three-Eyed Bolt soon joined the feast, and as the smoke rose, the Tartars howled so badly that they were shot through their bodies, knocked off their arms, and left themselves in a mess, and they could only wail on the ground.

Jiannu was not to be outdone, the bow and arrow were like raindrops, shooting wildly, and people fell down every moment, and the soldiers behind them decisively replenished it.

The battlefield turned into a flesh mill, with both sides throwing their lives into it, and the slaves surging in like a tide hitting the reef. Seeing that the dead soldiers were bombarded like a hornet's nest, the vest bannermen behind them were also beaten to the point of wolf.

"He Shixian is so powerful, I will kill him!"

Yue Tuo couldn't help gritting his teeth in the back, roughly calculating, not to mention that more than 200 warriors died, in all previous battles, it was definitely a huge loss.

"Rush, kill!"

Yue Tuo personally assigned twenty white-armored soldiers, carrying axes to act as a team of overseers, and if anyone dared to take a step back, they would be killed immediately. Under the brutal supervision, Jiannu forgot about life and death, and rushed forward one after another.

At last a tartar rushed to him, with a hideous wound in his abdomen, and a section of his intestines flowed out, and he swung his scimitar like a madman, and slashed the throat of the firecracker, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

More and more firecrackers were injured and died, and the pain made He Shixian's heart bleed.

"Retreat, give me all retreat!"

The musketeers stepped back, and the sword and shield men rushed forward.

Face-to-face fighting, white-knuckle bloody battles, as soon as they fought, people died on both sides. The heads of people on the ground are rolling, the swords and swords in their hands, needless to say, the fierceness of Jiannu is needless to say, and He Shixian has been training the army for many years, and it has also played a role at this time, although they have died more, they have not taken a step back.

Both sides were red-eyed, and a Tartar machete slashed at the shoulder of the Ming army, and the armor leaves splattered, and blood gushed out. The young soldier gritted his teeth and grabbed the machete, and Jiannu pulled it back hard. With lightning and flint, a waist knife pierced his soft underbelly, blood splattered out, and the young soldier fell to the ground with Jiannu......

And against the soldiers, against the generals, against the fighting, in the bloody struggle, I have to admit that the body of Jiannu is much higher than that of the Ming army, and the longer they fight, the more obvious their advantage is.

Another wave of Jiannu rushed in, led by more than a dozen white-armored soldiers, they whined and screamed, and the Ming army suffered heavy casualties.

"Father, let the child go!"

He An didn't wait for his father to agree, and directly beckoned more than 20 family members to rush up.

Jiannu was massacring the Ming army, the ground was full of corpses, and He An's eyes were red.

"Die!"

The broadsword was lightning fast, smashing the shield of a white-armored soldier, and with a knife in his hand, the human head flew into the sky, and the flying blood blurred the vision.

"Young marshal be careful!"

An old man swooped down and slammed his back in front of He'an, four spears piercing his chest together. The corner of the veteran's mouth was bloody, but he just glanced at He An happily, and his body fell limply.

Lao Ding followed He Shixian to death more than 20 years ago, and he died at the hands of Jiannu. He An was like a wounded beast, he screamed, waved his big knife, and cut off four guns in one go, the knife in his hand was ruthlessly chopped out, and the four Jiannu became broken corpses in a blink of an eye, and the blood stained He An's armor red......

The battle continued, He Shixian fought more and more hard, his strength was not comparable to Yue Tuo, and his combat effectiveness was slightly inferior, even if he tried his best, the battlefield was constantly dangerous.

He was like a firefighter, with his henchmen constantly rescuing, killing Jiannu on this side, and rushing to the other side, wishing that he could be divided into several pieces.

"Boss, there are too many dead brothers, do you think you should stand back?"

"Fart!"

He Shixian said sharply to General Hu Shen: "Who dares to take a step back, Lao Tzu will split him!" ”

"General Town, it's not that the last general is cowardly, it's just that the reinforcements don't come, we really can't hold out for long!"

He Shixian let out a long sigh and said firmly: "Yongzhen will definitely come, and he will definitely ......."

Suddenly looking up, a black flag suddenly appeared on the horizon in the distance, fluttering in the wind.

"It's the Yizhou soldiers, the Yizhou soldiers are here!"

The soldiers in the fierce battle suddenly seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and one by one they rose up with all their strength, ignited the small universe, and fought to the death with Jiannu.

……

Hundreds of Jiannu cavalry shouted, and while the Yizhou soldiers were not ready, they launched an attack. The mountains were full of cavalry, and they approached like lightning.

In the face of these Tartars, the Yizhou soldiers were not afraid at all, and the soldiers just lined up in a loose three-column linear formation, silently waiting for Jiannu to rush up.

The slave rode into the hundred and fifty paces, and the Lu Mi gun at the front held his beloved fire gun in his hand, silently aiming.

Bang bang bang!

The deafening sound of gunfire, the Jiannu who were a hundred paces away were struck by lightning, and they fell off their horses one after another, even if they were wearing two layers of armor, they were not spared. Some people's heads were blown out, and the bloody brains collapsed into the faces and necks of the people behind them, and the Jiannu, who had killed countless people, couldn't help but retch.

"Shoot!"

Accompanied by the smoke of gunpowder, the fire bolt spouted deadly projectiles, and even the sparse three teams of soldiers had enough firepower. Patches of cavalry fell on the way to the charge, never to get up!

"Kill slaves! Kill slaves! Kill...... Slave! ”

The firecrackers strode towards Jiannu. R1152