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Flags were waved, and the soldiers rushed forward in the blood of the scorching sun.

Seeing that Dorgon's cavalry was like a lonely boat in a stormy sea, the formation was finally activated. No matter what Dolgon had given them, it was impossible for the soldiers to witness the death of the banner master in front of their eyes.

"Oh!"

The sound of the broadsword striking the iron shield was crisp and sharp, and the armor soldier stepped forward.

Oblivious to the rain of arrows, they slashed at the legs of the attacking Mongol light horsemen. The galloping war horse broke off its front hooves and fell, and several shields and iron shields struggled to push the war horse weighing more than two hundred pounds forward. Half of the knight's body was crushed under the horse, his bones were broken, his whole body was blurred with the struggle of the horse, and the cry of pain was weak and inaudible like a mosquito on a summer night in the noisy battlefield.

"Oh!"

The spear-armed soldier advanced, the barrel of the gun dark, and the blood of the days of hard fighting had penetrated the wood. The black spear head was stubbornly resisting the approaching light cavalry, the man was gone, the horse ran alone, and the Mongols danced in the air with their hands and feet, and only the hot air crossed their fingers. The lonely war horse ran out for more than a dozen steps and then stopped at a loss, losing the control of its master, will it also feel fear in the Shura field?

"Oh!"

The archers in the back lined gritted their teeth and pulled the bowstrings, their arms aching from morning to afternoon, their hearts still calm, their arrows still accurate, but they could no longer maintain the same frequency. The resolute counterattack of the infantry archers made the Mongol light cavalry dare not be wanton, and the advance of this formation was much faster.

The Jurchens' stubborn formations moved, like turtle shells showing cracks.

After waiting so long, Ezhe finally found his chance. In the war, the defending side was more labor-saving than the attacking side, especially against the heavily armored Jurchens, the armor soldiers were as stable as the mountains, and most of the Mongols were light cavalry, and no tribe could afford the losses caused by the charge.

But now that the Jurchens have moved, there will be flaws when they move.

"Whew!"

The horn is melodious, this is the immortal heaven is calling the descendants of Genghis Khan, and the Mongols who swept the world are now facing the danger of destroying the country.

"Rush!"

Ezhe shouted with his sword, and the gems set in the scimitar glittered in the sun. Become the last Great Khan of Mongolia? So what else does he have to face the ancestors of the Golden Family?

The light cavalry regiments surrounded the Jurchen array, and the enemy was on all sides. The 50,000 cavalry of Tushetu Khan, Zasaktu Khan, and Chahar were dispatched, and they wanted to annihilate the 10,000 Jurchen army in this place.

Every step forward required countless blood, and the cavalry of Dolgon's attack and the army of the army were like a pair of lovers in love, and they could only meet each other in the eyes of each other. At your fingertips, thousands of miles away.

"Kill him! Seal thousands of households! Ezhe's swing of the knife pointed at the white-helmeted and white-armored Dolgon in the battle array.

The sweat tent cavalry of the killing sex went into battle shirtless, sweat dripping from the surface of their bronzed skin. Under the desperate impact, someone finally approached Dolgon, the scimitar slashed at Dolgon's right arm, the sound of metal grinding was piercing, the Mongol cavalry did not have time to retract their weapons, a sledgehammer hit him on the forehead, the skull was broken and squeezed, and the heavy body lost its manipulator. The white-armored soldiers tried to protect the commander in the middle, and after several waves of hard-fought battles, the Chahars were finally repulsed.

The more dangerous Dorgon's situation became, the more anxious his soldiers became. In order to rescue the banner master in danger, the soldiers marched forward, the tight queue became loose, and the sturdy large array also exposed gaps.

The Mongol cavalry were skilled hunters, and they would not miss any opportunity to widen the cracks in the battle array, and as long as the Jurchens were disintegrated, those would be their prey.

Ezhe's scimitar stabbed straight into the sky,\

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U8FD9 is the hottest time of the day, and after being in the air for so long, the handle of the knife is slightly hot.

The scales of victory began to tilt in favor of the Mongols, and he took a breath of heat, this steppe is still Mongol after all!

"Lord Belle! Break through! The soldiers shouted loudly in Dorgon's ear.

"Rubbish!" Dolgon's face turned to glare, his gaze shuddering. He looked at the shape of the battlefield, he was in danger of tens of millions of people, the attention of both warring parties was focused on him, the Mongols wanted to snipe him at any cost, the commander was in danger, and the Jurchen soldiers could not meet the enemy with peace of mind.

"You must do your best to kill back to this camp!" Dolgon moved his right arm, not feeling uncomfortable because of the knife just now, the Jurchens were able to fight against the Mongols 50,000 with 10,000 people, and this armor was relied on the most in addition to the bravery of the soldiers.

"Kill!"

Dolgon urged his horse forward, slashed the cavalry on the opposite side with his broadsword, and personally rushed to the front to boost morale.

Seeing the dawn of victory, the Mongols were very brave than before, and even Zasaktu Khan spared no effort to resolutely prevent the convergence of the two separated Jurchen teams. Already bold Mongol cavalry had rushed into the Jurchen main formation, and the square formation was stretched into a long bar.

With each additional minute of delay, the Mongols moved closer to victory.

When it was ugly, the two Jurchen armies that were divided gave up gathering and met the enemy wholeheartedly, and no matter how distracted they were, they could not even save their own fate.

When they're single-mindedly defensive, they're really hard to gnaw on the bone. But Ezhe is not in a hurry, so far he has won the game, and the rest of the time he just needs to slowly eat away at the other party. Kill Dolgon, the 20,000 Western Expeditionary Army who fled first has no way out, Chechen Khan and Ombu Khan only need to intercept for one day, and the Mongol armies will be naturalized in the city, and they are afraid that they will not be able to eliminate the remnants of the army that have run out of food?

Father Khan's lifelong pursuit of his own but no effort at all, from the dying situation to the current shape in front of him, Ezhe couldn't help but have a sense of planning in the world.

In the encirclement, the heavily armored Jurchens were dehydrated and severe, and their movements became more and more sluggish.

The soldiers were not afraid of Dorgon's punishment and wept blood to advise: "Break through!" ”

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12netbsp; u3ooo "Shut up! Disturb the morale of the army again! Dolgon's tone was unequivocal. If he leaves, this remnant army will have no backbone, and if it is destined to spill blood on the steppe, it will also consume more Mongolian cavalry, Mongolia and Jurchen, and there can only be one overlord on the steppe.

He looked up at the sky, it was not now to break through the siege, and they couldn't shake off the pursuit of the Mongolian light cavalry under the scorching sun.

The Jurchen soldiers relied on each other, and this armor blocked the arrival of death many times and consumed too much body.

Both sides seem to have acquiesced to the tide of battle, and the Mongols are reaping their lives little by little.

At this moment, a sharp horn came from the eastern steppe, which was the Jurchen charge.

Ezhe rode up the grassy slope and saw that the Jurchen cavalry twenty or thirty miles away was like dense ants, and the armored cavalry advanced in broken steps, taking advantage of the momentum.

Dolgon's spirit was shocked, and Vor's face showed sadness, and the front army returned!

The former army is reluctant to leave the banner owner to return, and it can save their fate for the time being, but today can pass, what about tomorrow? There was no food in the army, and they had eaten all the war horses, so could they walk back to Liaodong with their feet.

Twenty or thirty miles away, the cavalry galloped in an hour to arrive.

Ezhe looked at Tushetu Khan and Zasaktu Khan, and both of them silently looked away. After fighting with Dolgon for most of the day, the Mongols were also tired, and they really did not have the courage to face nearly 20,000 Jurchens.

The returning Jurchen cavalry slowly approached the battlefield while blowing their horns.

Half an hour later, the Mongol cavalry departed like a receding tide.

Dorgon dismounted, took off his helmet and walked back to his camp, where many soldiers lay crookedly on the ground, their tongues open and exhaling, their armor stripped and tossed aside.

"Assemble!" With his command, the soldiers got up from the ground in a panic, and the cavalry returned to their positions.

Dolgon suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his expression arrogant.