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"Li Rusong, this yellow-mouthed child! How dare you be so arrogant! Tell all the warriors, have fun tonight, drink heartily, follow General Ben tomorrow, level the Ming army, and capture Li Rusong alive! ”

Zhang Dingbian carried out Li Rusong's order very well, and more than 100 Mongolian cavalry, except for one who left a messenger, all the rest were killed. After cutting off the ears and nose of the messenger, he returned to the camp of Timur.

Timur didn't expect that the Ming army would be killed so quickly, when he saw the messenger, and at the same time knew that the first warrior under his command, Lemei, had died in battle, he suddenly jumped like thunder, and ordered to fight to the death with the Ming army tomorrow.

In order to boost the morale of the army under his command, Timur ordered a feast for the three armies, and at the same time sent a small number of cavalry to monitor the Ming army's every move to prevent the Ming army from sneaking up.

I have to say that Timur is also a battle-hardened general, the distance between the two armies is not very far, although he looks down on the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, he still sends sentry spies step by step to prevent the Ming army from sneaking attack.

It's a pity that the opposite side is not an ordinary general of the Ming army, it is the three major tribes of Jianzhou, Yehe, and Hada who joined forces, killed Wang Gao, and sent Li Rusong, nicknamed the King of Yama in the dangerous mountain!

"Brother! I found out that there was a small road to the north that led behind the Mongol Tartar camp. My people have already explored the road and are cleaning it up, ensuring that the Mongolian Tatars will not find it" Pingshanzhai Liu Changchun strode into the camp and said to Li Rusong with his fists.

Liu Changchun, the blade of the eighth-bladed hound, as the son of Orion, is extremely good at tracking the enemy and discovering and opening the way, searching for valuable information for the army, and is one of Li Rusong's magic weapons to defeat the enemy.

Through daytime battles and reconnaissance, Li Rusong knew that the two sides were evenly matched, and they were head-to-head, and the Liaodong Iron Cavalry under his command could defeat the Mongolian cavalry with sophisticated equipment, and he would also pay great losses.

In Li Rusong's view, the real victory is not the defeat of the enemy, but the complete annihilation of the enemy is the real victory when the enemy pays a very small price or zero damage, and he does his best in every war to achieve this goal.

At present, it seems that the Mongols have defeated the Ming army several times, and they are arrogant, and tonight will definitely feast and drink to boost morale, which is a good opportunity for a night attack. Liu Changchun, the hound, was sent out of the city to find a way to send the Mongolian Tartars to the eighteenth layer of hell!

"Well, fortunately Changchun, go down and rest. Tonight, the night under your command will not be collected, the first batch of people to sneak into the Tartar camp and set fire to open the way for our army, you personally lead the team, be careful in everything, and be sure to come back alive! Patting his good brother on the shoulder, Li Rusong said earnestly.

"Hehe, brother, don't be such a mother-in-law, our old Liu is very hard, he won't die! Just look at it, kill this group of dogs and tartars to avenge the people and soldiers of Pingshanzhai! With red circles in his eyes, Liu Changchun hurriedly turned his head to prevent Brother Rusong from seeing it, and said with a smile in his mouth.

"Huh! How could it be possible for my brother to die? Damn it, it's only the Tartars who will die! Li Rusong smiled cruelly, his voice as piercing as rubbing sandpaper, and there was a terrifying anger in it.

After sending Liu Changchun away, Li Rusong slowly walked out of the tent and came to Pingshanzhai, where the corpses and bloodstains were cleaned up, and thousands of corpses had their wounds stitched up, wrapped in white cloth, and neatly put together.

The messenger with his ear cut off was wiping the ashes and blood off the faces of corpses with a damp cloth. Seeing this scene, Li Rusong's eyes couldn't help but turn red, coughed a few times and said:

"Puppies, take care of them. Brother Li will come back tomorrow with the heads of the Tartars, worship them, and let them be buried in the ground."

The boy named Little Dog was only fifteen years old, and his parents were beheaded by Tartar, who cut off his ears and told him to report the news. At that time, he was very scared, and before he had time to look at his parents, he even ran away.

When he returned with the army, he saw only the headless corpses of his parents and the dead heads, and from that moment on the child remained silent, just trying to care for each corpse.

"Brother Li! Please, take me with you! I will die to avenge my father's mother! Suddenly, the little dog rushed to Li Rusong with an arrow step, and shouted desperately.

"Alas...... I know you're with me tonight. Remember, when you see a Tartar kill one, don't hesitate at all," Li Rusong said dryly, he knew that from this moment on, this young man would turn into a ghost, and nothing could be his hope for survival except killing the Tartar!

When the moon rose, the white moon ** was scattered on the earth, and the five thousand Liaodong iron horsemen drove the war horses silently, and disappeared neatly into the night, and no one knew where this terrifying army of revenge went.

Liu Changchun had already led his subordinates to open and lead the way in front, and the 5,000-strong army did not have the slightest delay, and it only took less than half an hour to pass through the small road to the north and come to the back of the Mongolian camp!

Liu Changchun waved his hand, rolled the saddle and dismounted immediately after more than two hundred nights, followed Liu Changchun closely, and under the cover of grass and trees, he crawled and quietly touched the Mongol camp.

Li Rusong took the monks Lingqin, Li Ning, Du Fei, and Du Kun, waved his hand to the Liaodong iron cavalry behind him, and all the silent saddles dismounted, leading the horses towards the Mongolian camp slowly.

These nights are all trained by Liu Changchun himself, and there are some modern agent methods taught by Li Rusong, all of whom are experts in lurking and stealing camps.

I saw Liu Changchun taking the lead, with eight of the best Ye Bu Hui touched the bottom of the camp, one of them Ye Bu Ji stood under the wall, his hands overlapped and the flat end was parallel to the lower abdomen. Liu Changchun jumped with an arrow, kicked his right foot on the palm of the night and did not close, and directly climbed over the wall with this force.

When he landed, Liu Changchun directly rolled on a lazy donkey to unload the force, then took out the fire oil from his arms and poured it on the wooden wall, opened the fire fold and ignited the fire oil.

For more than a dozen nights, they broke through the wall in the same way, gathered together in an orderly manner, and set fire to the wall.

At this time, it has just entered the summer, everything is dry and easy to burn, but tonight there is a strong wind, and the fire suddenly burns more and more vigorously by the wind.

Seeing that the fire was almost gone, Liu Changchun waved his hand, and walked towards the Mongolian grain, grass and stables with the cat's waist that did not collect at night, and they were in groups of three or four, or took advantage of the enemy's lone assassination of the Mongol patrols, or quietly lit the Mongols' grain, grass and stables, and after a while, the entire Mongolian camp was full of smoke and flames!

There were also many Mongols who sensed that something was wrong, some of them had just climbed out of the tent and had their throats cut by Ye Bu Harvest, while others were beheaded after they walked out of the tent in a daze before they could figure out what was going on. And most of their companions were still drunk and dazed.

At this time, it was really the middle of the night, the Mongols tossed for most of the day, drinking, wrestling, singing, and returning to the camp tent to rest after being exhausted, sleeping like dead pigs one by one, even the sentries were pitiful, and they secretly slept one by one, how could they think that Li Rusong actually attacked from behind the camp?

"Kill!" Seeing that the enemy's wall was almost burned, Li Rusong turned over his horse, pulled out his war knife and roared angrily.

"Boom!" The scattered walls, which had already been burned, were suddenly kicked down by the horses' hooves, and the Liaodong iron cavalry like a black tide quickly poured into the Mongolian camp!

"Enemy attack!" Only then did the Mongols react, and a naked soldier crawled out of the tent and shouted miserably.

"Click!" Unfortunately, before he could say this, a sharp saber slashed at his neck, and a big hand grabbed his head directly and left, and the headless corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

"The Ming Dynasty barbarians are coming to attack! The warriors copied the guys and killed the barbarians of the Ming Dynasty! At this time, Timur finally came to his senses, ran out of the camp with his whole body covered, and shouted loudly to order the soldiers to assemble.

At night, Timur was dressed in fine armor, which was extremely conspicuous under the blazing firelight, and he yelled in order to gather the soldiers, Li Rusong was the first to target him.

"Brother Li! That's Timur! The little dog next to him stared at Timur with red eyes and shouted.

"Timur took his life!" As soon as he heard that it was actually Timur, the executioner who killed thousands of soldiers and people in Pingshanzhai, Li Rusong suddenly roared a tiger, and killed Timur straight on his horse, and behind him, the monk Greenqin, Li Ning, Du Fei, and Du Kun flew with their sabers, and the blood and flesh of the Mongols killed were flying.

Like an angry black dragon, the five horsemen fought their way out of the Mongols, and suddenly appeared in front of Timur like a tiger descending from the mountain.

"Ahh Timur also saw Li Rusong and others at this time, roared angrily, jumped on a horse, hit the horse and rushed up, brandishing a scimitar and killing Li Rusong.

"Tartar dare!" Suddenly, the monk Grinqin let out a tiger roar, brandished a three-eyed fire gun, swept from the side, and hit Timur's ribs firmly, and the latter fell off his horse with a scream.

"Tie me up!" Li Rusong touched the blood on his face, turned his head and said a word, then turned his horse's head and continued to kill the Mongols.

"The enemy general Timur has been captured alive by my monk Grinqin!" Monk Gerinqin jumped off the horse, tied Timur's hands directly behind his back, placed him across the horse, and shouted loudly.

"My Liaodong Iron Horse is invincible!" Suddenly, the morale of the Ming army was greatly boosted, and one by one they shouted the slogan of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry, and frantically pounced on the Mongols in front of them.

As soon as he heard that Timur, who was known for his bravery, was captured alive, the entire Mongol army was in chaos, and the soldiers desperately wanted to flee for their lives, without the slightest idea and courage to fight.

"Lord Timur was captured alive by the king of Yama of the Ming army, everyone flee quickly!"

"General Timur was killed by the Ming army!"

"The Ming army is coming, everyone run!" ……

Under false rumors, more than 5,000 Mongol armies suddenly collapsed, and one by one they had no fighting spirit and were busy fleeing for their lives.

At this moment, the hunter became the prey, and the Mongols no longer had their usual fierceness and bravery, and one by one, like weak lambs, they wept and begged to save their lives.

At this time, the Liaodong Iron Cavalry was an out-and-out hunter, copying weapons with cold eyes, closely following behind the Mongols, slashing and killing frantically, without the slightest mercy!

Tonight is the night of revenge!