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The front team of Buddhist slaves rushed to see a team of red scarves waiting quietly. Entering the land of an arrow, the two sides shot bows and arrows at each other, the red scarves fought and retreated, and the red army drums of Tanma marched forward bravely.

The Buddha slave is in the middle army, looking at the war. As he continued to give orders, the Chinese army and the rear team gradually expanded their formation. The wings were slowly opened, and when the time came, they quickened their horses to surround the enemy. At this time, he saw the cavalry rushing to the front, and some of them suddenly slowed down, hurriedly discarded their bows and arrows, and took control of their horses.

"It's just some thistles." With his eyes closed, he could also guess what was going on with the front team. In a hurry, he didn't think the enemy had enough time to cast enough thistles to disrupt the fluidity of his attack.

Of the more than 20 cavalrymen on the first line, only four or five were plotted, and it can be seen from this that ringworm is just a disease of scabies. The soldiers whose horses were out of control were shot off their horses by the red turban archers under the centralized command at the first time, and the unfortunate ones were trampled under the horses by the cavalry behind who could not dodge.

The Buddhist slaves were indifferent, just a few Han'er.

The cavalry that rushed through the thistles was again disorganized, not many, still only four or five. Their horses' hooves stepped into the small pit. This time, instead of shooting them with a red scarf, they fell directly to the ground after the fallen horse.

Buddha Jianu noticed the Tanma Red Army sprinting from the front line, and because of these two traps, the speed slowed down. And with the increase in the number of fallen horses and fallen cavalry, the formation began to be confused. He noticed carefully again that after the red scarf in front of the formation shot a few waves of arrows, there was an obvious attempt to accelerate and retreat.

"The disease of ringworm and scabies." He whispered unconsciously in his mouth, his brain racing. The situation is not right, the enemy has eight hundred people after all! If they break the boat,...... Over the past few years, the north and south of the river, the Yuan army's iron cavalry has been defeated repeatedly, and many colleagues and famous generals have died tragically on the battlefield, all kinds of things have flashed in his mind like a marquee. Cautious nature prevailed, and he grabbed the herald: "Herald! The front team is suspended. ”

It's late.

Like a whirlwind, from behind the red turban archers, two teams of cavalry crashed out. The first big man, the mace is impermeable; Then there was another big man, and two sledgehammers whirred. Like sharp blades, these two groups of cavalry plunged straight into the vanguard of the two hundred Tanma Red Army.

It is Deng San and Wen Huaguo.

Years of fighting left a lot of injuries on Deng San's body. His left foot had been caught by a stone thrown by a trebuchet, and a few toes were missing, and he still walked a little deep; The right arm was overfired, and it was rainy and cloudy, and it always hurt faintly. Not to mention other knife and arrow wounds, more.

He's definitely the one who lives a hundred battles.

He never cared about these injuries, on the contrary, he was proud of the dense scars that were all over his body. The eldest husband is happy and resentful, when he eats and dies, he cooks. But the crux of the matter is that he is only forty-three years old, and when he was in the prime of life, he has gradually felt that his strength is not enough.

Especially in the past few days, he has been fighting and running for days, which makes it difficult for him to dance a 30-pound mace at this time.

I probably lost too much blood in the past few years and hurt my vitality. He thought to himself. If this trend continues, sooner or later, he will never be able to dance the mace again, and he will never be able to go to the battlefield again. In other words, in this troubled world, he is no longer useful and will become a wasted person.

Whenever he thinks of this, he is also sentimental and worried. He was sad for himself and worried about Dunshe. Deng She was only sixteen years old, too young, and a little silly when he was a child. He didn't dare to imagine what Deng She would become in this cannibalistic world, without himself by his side.

He had to continue to hold on, even if he couldn't go to the battlefield, he had to wait for Dun She to become an adult. He still remembered the last entrustment of his righteous brother and Deng She's father before he took the initiative to break off, not to mention, he himself liked Deng She very much, and he had already regarded him as his own son. He vaguely felt that Deng She was different from him and everyone he knew, but he couldn't tell what the difference was.

This little bastard will definitely get ahead in the future.

A kind smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and this kind and caring smile was so incongruous to appear on such an occasion. So much so that the Tanma Chijun couldn't help but be stunned, and Deng San changed color and shouted: "Your master Deng is here!" ”

The stick fell in hand, blood splattered, and the two horses passed sideways. Wen Huaguo shouted loudly, followed by him, every time the hammer fell, there would be a Yuan army falling from the horse.

The Buddhist slave breathed a sigh of relief, there were only a hundred people, no matter how fierce they were, they couldn't pose a danger. He changed his previous order and let the two teams block the edge of the red thief. Call back the herald, continue to command the two wings to spread, as long as the encirclement is formed, destroy the thief, like a backhand ear.

Deng San arranged the impact formation according to the ten-person team, and the ten people were divided into four columns, three people on both sides, and two people in the middle column. between the two columns on the left and the two columns on the right, the distance between the bodies of the horses is three times; The distance between the left and right columns is one horse's body. This will allow you to cut through the enemy as quickly and as much as possible. There is just one point, the two people who lead on both sides must be brave and strong.

He and Wen Huaguo just met this criterion, so this formation was used successfully.

Like sharp arrows, they instantly passed through the front line of the Tanma Red Army. Before touching their follow-up troops, they made a beautiful turn to the left and right, bypassing half of the front team, inserting themselves in the middle, converging, and exiting again.

Deng San shouted: "Guan Er!" It's up to you. ”

I have to say that they have done a very good job in this tactical cooperation, and the key role is played by those who served as the old thieves of the ten. They are all battle-hardened, and they have been working with each other for a long time, and they are familiar with each other. With their restrained command, the cavalry team that was temporarily set up for a few days was surprisingly good.

Guan Shirong was silent, urging the recuperated mount, raising his broadsword, and charging towards the second wave of the Yuan army, which was in chaos.

The movement of the two wings of the Buddha slave is almost complete. Deng San gasped like a bellows, staring at Guan Shirong's movements. His mount gasped like that, and from time to time the horse's hooves lifted, churning the land.

"Brother?" Wen Huaguo saw that Deng San's physical strength had dropped too quickly today, and called him uneasily.

Deng San didn't look at him, and looked around: "Your uncle, where is Brother Huang Donkey and Monk Li?" If it doesn't move, the Tartar's wings will spread, and it will have to fight hard. ”

Before the words fell, the sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Huang and Li, who had been quietly lurking in the night, let go of their horses and sprinted over a few miles away from sight. Deng San's face was overjoyed, and he turned around and ordered loudly: "All ready, wait for Huang and Li to contact the Tartars, and then we will rush for a while." Then, no matter what, run to the woods! ”

The Buddha's face changed greatly, he barely stabilized his position, and he didn't even see how many enemies were coming, he only had one thought: "The red thief is cunning, he is ambushed, he is ambushed." ”

He raised flags and beat drums again and again. Use flags, drums, and heralds to coordinate the troops, transfer out the reserves, replenish the wings, and block the red scarves. At the same time, desperately beckoning pro-soldiers, always ready to retreat.

- The slave ancestor of the Buddhist family went to Mongolia to be a busy family of heroes, his great-ancestor was the favorite general of Kublai Khan, the ancestor of the Yuan dynasty, and made great contributions to the destruction of the Southern Song Dynasty; His great-grandfather's grandfather and father were Genghis Khan's right-hand men and made outstanding contributions. But those are all the ancestors' martial arts, God is pitiful, after the founding of the Great Yuan, his family has not been on the battlefield for fifty years now!

A few miles, a rush to arrive. Huang and Li Erbu were like two fists, and after the fierce impact, they were deeply trapped in the two wings of the Yuan army.

"Pat the horse! Shoot the horse! Deng San shouted and shouted, beat his horses, ran out of the distance, and took the lead to break into the enemy formation. Wen Huaguo couldn't follow, and pulled down the distance, so he had to chase after him in a hurry, and shouted loudly: "Brother! Brother! …… Old master! You're waiting for me. ”

Deng San didn't hear what he was saying, and if he rushed for a while, he could almost go back. The formation of the Yuan army has been dispersed, counting on the four or five hundred red scarves under the eyes, it is impossible to annihilate, and at most it will be defeated. If he refuses to give up and chases him to the edge of the woods, as soon as the fire bolts are scattered, two or three hundred fresh troops will come out and teach him a lesson fiercely, and see if he dares to chase him.

They were all frightened by the name of the Tanma Red Army. I really didn't expect that this Tartar was so unbearable, compared to Polo Timur's miscellaneous troops, it was far inferior. Deng San easily faced several chaotic Yuan troops, and a chaotic arrow passed diagonally through the gap in his armor and pierced into his body.

He froze for a moment, frowned, and wanted to say something, his strength was like a reservoir that opened the floodgates, and it disappeared almost instantly. The mace fell to the ground, and as soon as his body went limp, he also fell off his horse and ate a mouthful of mud.

He heard Wen Huaguo roaring desperately, this voice from far to near, from near to far, faint and ethereal. The sound of shouting and killing, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of weapons clashing, everything disappeared. At the last moment, he remembered not Deng She, but his father, who faced the loess with his back to the sky, farmed and farmed honestly all his life, but was forced to die by the Tartars.

He turned over with difficulty, blood splattered, and the starry sky was deep blue. He misses the joy of working in the fields with his father as a teenager. He spat out some mud in his mouth and muttered, "Your uncle, this soil is so fragrant." ”

Then, he died.