Deng San's mace and Wenhuaguo's two sledgehammers are all first-class heavy weapons. With the help of the speed of the horse's sprint, the two of them opened and closed, and when the Yuan army touched it slightly, the weapons often collapsed and flew, and the bones and tendons were broken. Deng She protected their flanks on one side, and instantly broke into the enemy formation for dozens of meters, and there was almost no one under his command.

There were more and more enemies who fell off their horses, and the thick smell of blood mixed with the smell of the early morning soil from the horses' hooves came to the nostrils.

Deng San dodged the iron bones of an enemy, and Wen Huaguo's hammer followed, smashing the head of this Yuan army. The brains shot horizontally, and the splashed minced flesh stuck to Deng She's eyelids, and he didn't have time to care about it. The battle was fierce, and the cavalry of the Yuan army was overwhelmed by black pressure, with spears and spears like a forest, sweeping straight away.

Their small team completely rushed into the Yuan army, and the speed of the horses slowed down, and the pressure suddenly increased. If it weren't for the long-term battlefield, Deng San's subordinates would have cooperated with each other and covered well, and they would have been eaten up by the enemy.

A bigger charge is coming. The front team of the Yuan army, which crossed with Deng San, couldn't help but start shouting, and the same was true of the Yunnei Prefecture Red Turban Cavalry who rushed across from them. It seems that this is the only way to turn the hatred, fear, and a little strange excitement in the pent-up heart into courage and strength.

Two greater and faster forces collide together, and the lethality and destructive power are of course greater.

The pressure on Deng Sanmen has been reduced a lot. Following the path they drove out, a few breaths of effort, and the fast red scarf was even about to walk side by side with them.

After all, Deng She was young and his strength had not yet grown, and the fierce battles and long-distance journeys in Fengzhou consumed most of his physical strength. After fighting for a while, the pressure was mostly divided between Deng San and Wen Huaguo, and he still felt that he was going to be unable to withstand it.

When Toyosu broke through, he was hit by an arrow in the back that happened to burrow into the gap in the armor link. It doesn't penetrate deeply, but in the current state of exhaustion, sweat is soaked, and the armor rubs against it, which is simply painful. But soon, the pain was gone, only numbness. Not only did they not feel the pain, but the sound of thousands of troops galloping, screaming, and killing became loud and small, erratic, sometimes disappearing, sometimes earth-shattering.

In front of Dunshe's eyes, hallucinations began to appear.

The past, the present, the present life, and the past life are mixed together, and the scenes are like frames of black and white pictures, which flash away, so that he can't tell where he is now. But the spear in his hand did not stop, and at this moment it was pure instinct that supported him, and sometimes the spear pierced into the chest and throat of the enemy, bringing out a stream of blood, and adding a single color to his black and white paintings: bright red.

The mount under his crotch lost his strength, his steps were crooked, and Dunshe's spear stabbed into the air. The Centurion, who had escaped for his life, used his iron spear as a stick and smashed it into the neck of Dunsher's mount from top to bottom. The horse neighed sadly, struggled to straighten his legs, trembled, and the Yuan army that surrounded him stabbed out indiscriminately, some stabbing people, some stabbing horses.

The black-and-white pictures in front of him disappeared, and the iron hooves, banners, and the rising sun returned to Deng She's eyes one by one. No matter in his previous life or present life, he is in this world now, he wants to live, no matter what method he uses, he just wants to live. Under the strong desire to survive, the sensation of his body returned, and he felt that the armor on his body was broken under the repeated blows of the enemy, and his left ribs, legs, and arms hurt again and again. The horse finally fell to the ground.

Survival sparked Dunshe's potential, and he let out a loud shout, and just as his mount was about to fall to the ground, he leaped to his feet, rubbed himself and jumped behind the centurion. With his legs clamped around the horse's belly and his spear thrown away, Dunsher drew his saber, grabbed his helmet with one hand, forced him to raise his head, and took the knife horizontally with the other, and cut off his head cleanly.

The headless body cavity spurted out a column of blood that was very high, drenching Deng She's whole body. With the enemy's head in one hand and his saber in the other, he faced the sky and screamed wildly. When Deng San's subordinates, who were still fighting to the death, saw this scene, they also howled as if they were crazy.

The role of personal martial arts in such a battle is negligible.

The red scarves hesitated in the moment before the engagement, directly dooming them to defeat. The offensive of the Yuan army was fierce and fierce, and in the end, there was still room for the rear army to be separated, and the two wings were flanked to form a semi-encirclement of the red scarf. In the middle is the main decisive battle, and on both sides is cruising archery.

The taut strings came to an end, and there was only one way to cut off this road, and I don't know which direction the red scarves were defeated and retreated first, and then the whole line collapsed. The army was defeated.

At this time, Deng San and the others were not on the front line. They had lost their strength, and their horses had lost their strength, and they were wrapped in red scarves of defeat, covered with black eyes, and they fled for their lives in the brigade without knowing the direction.

At first, there were still groups of Yuan troops chasing behind, and slowly, the red scarves around him became sparse, and the smell of blood in the air became thick and thin. When they realized once again that they were breathing cold air, the heavens and the earth became quiet at some point.

The trees and grass on the field shook as far as the eye could see. They escaped.

Looking behind him, and then looking at the sparse and scattered only a dozen brothers around, Deng San laughed miserably: "Your uncle, good people don't live long, and the disaster will last for thousands of years, and we are really fatal." ”

Among the crowd, the luckiest one was Wen Huaguo, who was at the head of the charge, but he just let the enemy's spear hang on his cheek. Other than that, unscathed. Deng She also saw an acquaintance, mixed with more than a dozen people, and he was the yellow donkey brother. It was probably after he found out that Deng San and the others were rushing towards the Yuan army, and he also thought of the trick and followed him instead.

Deng She wanted to smile at him, but his eyes went dark and he planted his horse.

When I woke up, the night was deep, the deep blue sky was cloudless, the moonlight was clear, and a few cold stars hung in the corners of the sky.

He felt a lot of pain in his head, his mouth was dry, the armor on his body was removed, and the wounded area was well bandaged. Up and down his body, he didn't have any strength at all, his arms and legs were soft, and he didn't even have the strength to lift it. He barely tilted his head sideways and looked around.

He was under a small hill. He saw Deng San, not far from him, leaning against a tree and napping. His mount and Deng San's mount were tied to this tree, one asleep, and the other leisurely eating the night grass that had been pushed to the side.

There were a hundred and ten red scarves lying around, and in the distance were a few sentry guards. There were also a few sentry figures on the hill, he didn't see Wenhuaguo, presumably he was the one on the hill. He wanted to stand up, touched the wound, and snorted in pain, alarming Deng San.

"Awake?" Deng San took three steps and made two steps, and rushed to his side. During the engagement, Deng San injured his right leg, which was not serious and was also bandaged.

Deng She nodded weakly: "Dad, where is this?" ”

"To the east of Yunnei, the Black River crossed in the afternoon. Originally, I wanted to go to Dongshengzhou, but I was scattered, and at night, I sent rangers, and the Yuan army had already gone to the front, and Dongsheng couldn't go. Deng San briefly introduced the current location, quickly checked the injuries on Deng She's body, did not see the collapse, nodded with satisfaction, comforted Deng She and said, "The injuries are not very serious." You can rest assured, you will be a good man for a few days. ”

He patted Deng She's head: "Your uncle's is really worthy of your Lao Tzu's seed." I killed it well today, like you kissing Lao Tzu, and like me. ”

"Is this the remnants of the gathered soldiers?" Deng She asked about the extra red scarves, and a few of them who could see their faces clearly in the near distance were very fresh.

Deng San nodded: "There are also our people, who have been collected along the way, and there are more than forty living ones in total." He was speaking of the men of the headquarters, and the other defeated men who had been gathered, a total of one hundred and twenty or thirty men.

"Where's Fourth Uncle Wen?"

"Where did I go to the river again, I don't give up, I want to get a few more. Brother Huang Donkey is with him, this dog day is worse than ours, and there is no one under his hands. ”

Deng San's tone was not gloating, he said it very heavily. It's not that the red scarf has not been defeated, but such a fiasco is the first time since the Northern Expedition. Those who were able to escape the Black River were not seriously injured. It is conceivable that those who remained on the other side of the river must have not only the dead, but also a large number of seriously wounded, and the only fate that awaited them was to wait to be killed and their heads cut off as the enemy's exploits.

Deng She felt that his strength was slowly regaining again, Deng San helped him sit up, and he asked Deng San, "What should I do below?" ”

Deng San was silent for a while, Fengzhou and Yunnei were defeated one after another, although I don't know if Yunnei and Dongshengzhou have been captured, but this area has obviously become the sphere of influence of the Yuan army. This time, the Yuan army was in a hurry to attack Yunnei, and they didn't chase and fight to the death, and they escaped with their lives, but what about next time?

"Let's go back to Shangdu." Deng San said.

Deng She also thought so, there were heavy soldiers of Chakhan Timur on the line of Taihang Mountain leading to the belly in the south, and he couldn't pass at all; The road to life is full of battles, and the only way to go up to the northeast is full.

In the early morning, Wen Huaguo returned, and this time he brought back a lot of defeated soldiers, three or four hundred.

"There are still a lot of missing arms and legs, I don't want them." He said, "Listening to them, most of the people have retreated in the direction of Yunnei, and not many are coming in our direction. This is probably another reason why the Yuan army did not chase after him.

"Where's Brother Yellow Donkey?" Deng San asked.

"Where are you waiting? With me, he can't grab anyone. Wen Huaguo patted the sledgehammer hanging on the horse and smiled.

After the defeat of the army, the non-commissioned officers, who had lost their formation, habitually moved closer to the officers of the highest ranks. Deng San and Brother Huang Donkey are both thousands of households, speaking of which, the appeal of Brother Huang Donkey is better than that of Deng San, and he should be the one who comes out. But he couldn't defeat Wenhuaguo, he was alone, and the target of his recruitment was the unfamiliar Yunnei cavalry, so he fell behind.

In any case, after the defeat, Deng San temporarily had a man comparable to his heyday. After deciding on the way to go, the first thing he needed to consider now was not how to go to the top, but how to completely turn these more than 400 people into his real subordinates.

In this world, someone who has a horse is the king of grass, and no one who has a horse is a sheep to be slaughtered.