The Turkic leaders received the order and led the people and horses of the headquarters to the north of the mountain, and for a time it was bustling and noisy. Seeing that the team had been assembled and victory was at hand, the joy of the long-unexperienced success came to his heart, and he ordered with a smile in his tone: "Shoot hard for this wolf master!" ”

Although it violates the art of war, it is just applicable in this situation where you cannot take or escape, and the strength of the army is only a fraction of the enemy's army. Zheng Rong, who was well versed in the art of Qizheng, watched intently at the changes in the Turkic cavalry under the mountain to merge and divide, divide and merge, how could he let go of this fleeting opportunity, and "poofed" drew his sword and ordered: "The direction is due north, shoot intensively!" ”

Cui Nan, the general of the expedition to the north who had been silent for a long time, finally stood up, waving a bright yellow order flag in his hand, pointing directly at the Turkic soldiers under the mountain. The crossbowman, who had been in ambush behind the "Dangya Battalion" for a long time, finally stood up, condescendingly, and pulled the trigger after carefully aiming for a second, and before he had time to see if he had missed, he changed to another crossbow machine with arrows loaded in advance, and continued to aim and fire, and the cycle went on and on, without stopping for a moment.

And who is it that winds the bow behind him? It was the cavalry that lured the enemy deep. They climbed to the top of the hill, rested for a moment, and then dismounted to assist the crossbowmen in pulling the strings and loading the arrows.

If the arrows released by the Turkic archers are like rain, then the crossbows fired by the great crossbowmen are no different from hail. The combined forces of Visimi were about to concentrate their fire, but they were attacked by concentrated fire above this pass, and in an instant they were swept to a large area.

Seeing that the archers around him were frightened, how could he have the heart to aim and release arrows, so he hurriedly ordered the troops to disperse and withdraw from the range of the crossbows, and then think about it in the long run.

Unexpectedly, last night's heavy snow, after being exposed to the sun for half a day, and being trampled repeatedly by countless horses, has long been sparse, mixed with the bare mud in winter, forming a swamp. The horses that traveled thousands of miles were bogged down here, and the Turkic cavalry, who regarded their mounts' lives as if they were their own, could not hold their breath at this time, and desperately whipped their horses with their horses. The war horse was in pain, and jumped up with four hooves, but 30,000 horses were crowded together, and there were war horses scurrying everywhere, where could they get away? So horses hit horses, people trampled people, and suddenly there was chaos. In the midst of the confusion, another rain of arrows fell, and a whole column of cavalry fell in unison like mowing grass.

Killing and wounding the enemy with a bow and arrow from afar was not a heroic feat on the steppe, but watching his old enemy wait for slaughter at a loss still made Dalí very proud. It can be seen that the men and horses of the Napiromel clan are getting fewer and fewer like sifted cheese, and Dali seems to feel that the treasure knife in the scabbard is about to find the taste of blood, so he tentatively asked Zheng Rong beside him: "Lord, I think, can you send cavalry down?" ”

Zheng Rong carefully observed the battle situation under the mountain and replied: "Well, it's time, please ask the Great Khan to lead a thousand cavalry from the headquarters and charge down from the right flank, and this king will shoot two more arrows, and then he will also go down to join the Great Khan." I hope that the Great Khan will take Pisimi alive in one go! ”

After hearing this, Dali performed a respectful steppe etiquette, ordered a thousand knights under his command, and then descended from the eastern slope of Mantou Mountain, detoured to the northwest for half a mile, lined up in a conical assault formation, and plunged straight into the chaotic Bisimi.

The surprise attack was not as easy as imagined, firstly, because the Visi Secret Army was still powerful despite heavy losses, and secondly, the war horses that were shot down by the bow and crossbow inadvertently formed layers of obstacles, making it impossible for Dali's cavalry to enter the enemy line for a while. Seeing this, Dali Khan was furious, took the lead, jumped over several corpses, rushed into the enemy line with a steel knife in his hand, and stabbed left and right. Seeing that the Great Khan was still competing for the lead, how could they not give up their lives, the warriors of the Ulin Yala clan also rushed into the enemy formation and fought hard.

The two cavalry were like mung beans and red beans sprinkled together, they had long lost their formation, and they were instinctively fighting to the death with one brave force. Zheng Rong saw clearly on the mountain, and saw that both sides were close to the limit, so he called the general Cui Nan, who had long been unable to hold his breath, and ordered: "Assault!" ”

Cui Nan waited for the commander's words, and waved the flag in his hand with great excitement, and the infantry of the Dangya battalion, which was originally distributed around Mantou Mountain, abandoned the big shield and replaced it with a stainless steel sword, and a hundred people lined up in a row, and there were more than ten rows in a row, smelling the drums, and stepping on the unified pace to kill down the mountain.

Visimi was already an excellent commander, and he was able to rely on the numerical advantage to resist the cavalry from the flank, and it was evident that the hoplites of the battalion on the mountain rushed down like a sea of mountains, and immediately knew that the situation was not good, and hurriedly raised the long whip in his hand, signaling the troops to disperse. But if the army of Visimi could be dispersed, it would have already dispersed, and now it was rushed and killed by Dali, and it became more and more chaotic, and began to trample on each other, killing and wounding countless people.

The neat phalanx of "Dangya Battalion" finally entered the battle. The soldier mechanically wields a sharp and tenacious simple knife in his hand, and anyone who resists stubbornly can't help but say that it is a knife in the head; If he tries to kill the horse, he first cut off the horse's leg, let the mount lift him down, and then slash it again. One by one, the soldiers turned into farmers harvesting wheat, and cut down the Turkic warriors who were usually proud of their might on the steppe. The entire infantry phalanx is like a ruthless meat grinder, whether you are the head of a thousand households on top of the sky, or a captive slave, as long as you dare to stop in front of you, there is only one ending: broken bones and tendons, and different heads.

A corner of the vast white grassland turned into a hell.

The screams of despair and helplessness were mixed with the smell of blood in the air, and the stumps and broken arms scattered on the pink and jade snow stimulated Qiu Yizhi's young nerves all the time. He could no longer control his throat, and the delicacies he had feasted on last night were pouring out like upside-down boots today.

Zheng Rong saw it on the side and thought to himself: This Qiu Yi can come up with such a miracle at a young age, although the details still need to be scrutinized, but he is still an unborn war genius; However, compared to his calm performance at the beginning of the battle, Yizhi is not as good as it. Thinking of this, Zheng Rong's eyebrows seemed to raise a smile, and asked Zheng Miao and Yiran to take care of Yizhi, and he led General Cui Nan to lead the cavalry of his headquarters to rush down the mountain.

The slaughter at the foot of the mountain continued, leaving only four or five thousand of the 30,000 elite of the steppe that Visimi was proud of, and the number was still decreasing. However, the dwindling number of people unexpectedly gave Vishemi room to move around on his own. However, the purpose of this freedom is not to fight the enemy, but to escape as soon as possible, so as to make a comeback.

Under extremely difficult circumstances, Visimi organized his troops, fending off Dali's attacks while retreating to the north. Although Dali on the right flank took advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy, after all, he was outnumbered and at the end of his crossbow, and he was unable to stop Visimi's retreat; The battalion in front of him was all infantry, and they could not keep up with the speed of the horses in any case, and they saw that Visimi was about to flee.

At this time, the 1,000 Han cavalry that had been killed from the left flank arrived at the right time, and were blocking the retreat route of Bisimi, forming a large pocket with the other two men and horses. The mouth of the bag was about to be tightened, but a bearded man, riding a snow-white camel, broke out of the gap that was about to close, and galloped single-handedly to the north of the grassland.

With such a majestic figure, Zheng Rong certainly saw it clearly on the horse, and muttered to himself: "I have heard for a long time that there is a treasure camel in Biximi, which is snow-white and travels thousands of miles a day, as expected. ”

There was a guard beside him who also knew Visimi, and said to Zheng Rong: "My lord, the one riding a camel in front is Pisimi, and the last general will shoot him down with a crossbow." ”

Zheng Rong hurriedly stopped: "Carrying a foreign body will be endless, leave him alive, and it will be useful in the future." ”

The guard listened to Zheng Rong's words, nodded as if he didn't understand, and put away the crossbow machine.