The thousands of iron horsemen at the head of the Warat general, looking at the dilapidated battle flag, suddenly the blood was hot, and he roared three hundred steps away: "Ah Pong Rakshasa! Dare to fight me! In response to him, there was silence on Ding Yi's side, the ratchets of the five small trebuchets were loosened, and on the leather pockets of each trebuchet, six clay pots were thrown far away, and smashed on the heads, bodies, and horses of the galloping Varatiron riders.

But it is clear that there are still more than 200 paces to go and it is unlikely to be rewound.

The ratchet only saves effort, not distance.

So the more than 700 people in front of Ding Yi could only throw away those clay pots casually, throwing them everywhere, and then shouting and reprimanding everywhere, and after a while, they began to retreat in a panic. Even the old Mingzi battle flag had to start moving back, and the general of Navarat laughed wildly on his horse: "Look? In the daytime, Ah Pong Rakshasa is also afraid of us! ”

This Warat general is a brain, the fear of the Apong Rakshasa has been planted in the hearts of these soldiers, Ding Yi's retreat does not mean anything, in the legend of the Warat people, the Apong Rakshasa is unkillable, and those who support this statement will cite the Tumu Fort, Maoerzhuang, and tens of thousands of iron horsemen, Ding Yi has never been killed as evidence.

So if he said that Ding Yi was scared, few people would believe him, even if it seemed to be the case. Fear is also a belief. But he spoke of the day, as the saying circulated in the camp of Warat: "In the darkness I am God!" "During the day, even according to legend, the Rakshasa can't do whatever he wants during the day.

"Daytime!" "It's daytime!" The Warats, who had come on the wind, shouted in accord with the general's words, "It's daytime!" ”

They galloped between dozens of paces, that is, between the breaths of the war horse, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and they would be the flag before. The man's fears were completely dispelled, and the natural psychological superiority of the Warats over the Ming army was restored, and they howled like a pack of wolves, the ferocious brutes, and pounced on Ding Yi and the seven hundred panicked soldiers behind him.

The soldiers all ran backwards, and soon crossed Ding Yi, who was behind the town;

At this time, Ding Yi was only with Jeddah holding the flag, and the others fled in despair.

Du Du Sun Bo watched the corners of his eyes crack in the enemy formation, and shouted: "Into the fuck!" Follow Lao Tzu. Protect Ding Rujin! Keep Ding Rujin! Follow me! The big knife in his hand was like snow and flying, and he immediately cut off all the Tartars in front of him under the horse, he couldn't say anything, but his heart was clear, Ding Yi was now a Ming sergeant in the Beijing Division. The soul of the army in my heart.

Ding Yi can't die, that flag. Can't pour!

Sun Bo led the elite soldiers who were still following behind him. Fighting bravely, he gasped and slashed a Varat Tartar under the knife, and couldn't help scolding: "Which pickled goods called Ding Rongcheng came up with seven hundred offal!" Damn it! "Maybe all the soldiers can say goodbye, maybe even his Sun Bo can no longer open his eyes, but Ding Yi definitely can't!

The word courage is not two words on the battlefield. It's blood, it's a short-term breakthrough that has given up most of its defenses and fought to the end of the battle. It is to overdraw a lot of physical strength and explosive power, and win a short period of madness regardless of life and death later. Sun Bo rushed in the direction of Ding Yi and killed seventy or eighty paces, and the soldiers behind him were obviously missing a circle, and at least three or four hundred people fell because of this, and no longer got up.

However, immediately afterward, he also rescued two teams of besieged Ming troops on the way to kill, and continued to rush in the direction of Ding Yi. The surrounding Warat soldiers were also furious for a while, sacrificing their lives to entangle his thousands of elites, Apong Rakshasas, gods in the dark, no one would want to, every night they were worried about the arrival of Apong Rakshasas, and they were also shouting in Mongolian: "Entangle them!" Let the Rakshasa die! "Teach Rakshasa to die!" ”

The casualties on both sides suddenly increased.

And Ding Yi is still there, not advancing or retreating.

It wasn't until the forward of the nearly 10,000-walled iron cavalry was less than a hundred paces away from him that Ding Yi said to Jeddah, "Withdraw." ”

Of course you have to withdraw, is it really one person and one sword alone for nearly 10,000 iron riders?

Looking at Ding Yi's evacuation, there seemed to be a long-pent-up depression in the chests of those Warat soldiers, and they couldn't help it all of a sudden, but they shouted loudly on the galloping horse: "Ah Pong Rakshasa!" You can't kill me! This sentence, starting from Maoerzhuang, I don't know how much Vara has accumulated in my heart.

If Ding Yi is on the battlefield, one person and one sword guard one flag, these men on the grassland, for this brave Ming man, have a heart of sympathy, then when Ding Yi left the camp of Maoerzhuang, there are only two kinds of low-level soldiers in the Wara camp, one is like Jida, who admires Ding Yi very much, and feels that this is the hero he should follow, but this kind of person is relatively rare.

The other kind of people just feel humiliated, they are not Boyan Timur, nor are they the king of the saikan, let alone the first, they will not compare the national war, personal grudges are not worth mentioning, they only know that Ding Yi is ruthless, trampling the pride of the grassland boy under his feet, they only know that every night they are worried, will the knife of the Rakshasa cut through their neck? Will the heavenly thunder of the Rakshasa hit his tent? Will the curse of the Rakshasa make him die like the legend with a pink face and no scars on his body?

It's fear, whether they want to admit it or not, and it's a fear that torments them all the time.

And at this moment, the flag retreated, finally retreated!

Abang Rakshasa is finally scared!

They excitedly brandished their scimitars to urge their horses, and they wanted to cut Ding Yi into bloody mud.

Sun Bo, who was in the midst of the battle group, roared in sorrow, completely ignoring the scimitar that the Warat had slashed when the two horses staggered, and still waved the long knife in his hand, and cut off the head of the Nawarat man in a time that was only half a breath or even less faster than the opponent, and the scimitar that had lost its strength only cut a string of sparks on his armor.

"Steady!" Sun Bo gave orders to his own soldiers, and the orders spread layer by layer.

He no longer went out to save Ding Yi regardless of the casualties, because in the case of not being able to save Ding Yi, he had to save a point for this Ming Dynasty. It can't be saved, nearly 10,000 iron horsemen are less than 100 steps away from Ding Yi, and Ding Yi and Jeddah, who is holding the flag, only have two people and two horses, how can this be saved? was caught up by the Warat soldiers, and it couldn't be supported by a breath.

Sun Bo laughed wildly on the horse: "The general is in a hundred battles and his reputation is broken!" it! It's a broken reputation! ”

His pathos is not without reason, after Ding Yi died, those people in the Shilin will inevitably give birth to such news: Ding Rongcheng led 700 remnants of soldiers to resolutely block 10,000 horsemen alone in order to save the governor Sun Bo, and died heroically! As for his grandson, he will naturally be regarded as the culprit of Ding Rongcheng's exhaustion in the market, and will be used as a synonym for incompetence, and become a joke like Zhao Kuo, whether he can go back alive or not.

The speed of those Varat iron riders chasing Ding Yi was extremely fast, and the horse's hooves were flying, and even the five trebuchets were knocked open, and then trampled to pieces, and the clay pots scattered on the ground were naturally not spared from being trampled, and the juice inside splashed out, staining the horses' hooves, splashing on the knights' bodies, and the heads and faces of the war horses behind.

At this time, naturally no one paid attention, dozens of fire heads were burning rapidly, that is, the Warat people saw that the war horses were galloping extremely fast, and their vision only looked at the faint red dots flashing, who would pay attention to what it was? Their target was ahead, and they were still shouting, "Akrakshasa! You can't kill me! ”

But at this moment, the flag, which was about a hundred paces away from these Varat Iron Riders, stopped.

Ding Yi pulled out the long knife in his hand, and took off the zither shield on the side of the saddle on the left.

Seven hundred strong men gathered in front of him, and although the ranks were not necessarily neat, their blood was clear, and no one flinched, and no one trembled. They were originally fierce heroes, but on the sand field of Tumubao, they were cut off from water and food and dragged down by those cowards around them, so they were captured.

Dare to fight, be able to fight, in their lives, is the greatest pride.

They want to reclaim their pride.

The rats and pigs are running around, but they have already arranged haode tactics, otherwise, if those clay pots are spread out of such a wide area, and the Tartars will not be suspicious? Including the launch of those clay pots, but also to dispel the doubts that may arise from the Tartars, weishenme will have these things here?

The Warat people may not have any doubts about this at all, but Ding Yi plans every step as much as possible, and it is better to do things in front than to improvise later, this is Ding's principle. Each team is led by a general banner and a hundred households, scattered but not broken.

They weren't afraid of the Tartars, if they were afraid, they wouldn't dare to squeeze to the front that night, who didn't know that after Ding Yi saved them, they would have to fight with the Tartars? What's more, Ding Yi is more terrible than Wara Tartar, these days everyone knows that the two people who were killed by Du Ziteng and Xiao Yi, after Ding Yi came back, even his family members were accused of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, and they were thrown into prison.

If you die here, you can also become a star on the wall of the Ding family's house in Goldfish Hutong, and your family will also be taken care of.

They don't have to choose, they want to be that star.

Du Ziteng roared loudly: "Gun! ”

The hundreds of households in each column passed the order: "First row, raise your gun!" "Second row, gun raised!" "Third row, gun raised!" ”……

This time, it is no longer the six-foot gun that was put together on the battlefield of the civil fort, this is the Ming Jing Division, the Ming Jing Division that emptied the entire Nanjing arsenal, some are sword soldiers, some are materials, and what these seven hundred people hold in their hands is no longer the six-foot gun, but the eight spears,

Or, according to Chinese customs, it is more appropriate to call it a spear.

Like a forest, spears like a forest.

"Maybe I'll say goodbye! Sing! Du Ziteng looked at the Warat Iron Rider who was coming like a huge wave eighty paces away, and roared with all his might.

“…… Maybe I fall down and never get up again, do you have to look forward to it forever? If so, don't be sad, the flag of the Ming Empire has our blood-stained demeanor! (To be continued......)