Fifty miles north of Dongshan is a wide and flat plain, which was once a horse farm, with fresh weeds and clear water.

This is the most suitable place for cavalry hedging, there is no obstruction, and the fight is about whose hand is faster and whose horse is stronger.

The wind blew the banner with the word "Qi" written on it, and the plain-clothed young man, holding the reins with one hand and a silver spear in the other, rushed into the Beijing camp riding formation!

He roared angrily, as if the overlord had descended to earth, and the long silver spear in his hand swept away, like a thunderbolt and rage, killing the Jingying iron cavalry who was ten steps on his side!

A fierce tiger has slaughtered the flock!

That is Zhu Huan, with the blood of the overlord, one person rushing into battle, invincible!

"Evacuate the formation, don't concentrate together, disperse and break the enemy!"

Han Jinhu, who was commanding at the rear of the Beijing camp, roared loudly, his eyes were blood-red, he never thought that the military formation of the ten thousand cavalry in the Beijing camp was actually scattered by one person!

Who is the person who rushed to the front of King Qi's cavalry?!

There are such fierce generals in the world!

At the same time, Yan Gang of the White Horse Yicong was also adjusting the military formation: "The cavalry on the left flank is spreading, and the whole army is attacking in a long snake formation!" ”

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that Baima Yicong is like a silver sword, piercing through the ten thousand cavalry array laid out in the Beijing camp, and the tip of this silver sword is Zhu Huan!

The eldest husband was born between heaven and earth, and he rushed into battle alone, so he can be regarded as a hero!

"Break the enemy, charge!"

"Cut down their banners!"

Zhu Huan took the lead and swept away the surrounding enemies, and where the horse's hooves passed, there were patches of corpses.

His goal is very clear, it is the Sun and Moon Banner behind the Beijing camp!

Slash this Sun and Moon Banner!

"Block him, block him!"

"Grass, I can't stop it!"

"Is this a human being, I'm grass!"

There was a sound of abuse among the cavalry in the Beijing camp, Han Jinhu's face was gloomy, and he pulled out the treasure knife from the scabbard on his waist, and the horizontal knife immediately blocked in front of the Sun and Moon Banner.

He is the commander of the Jingying Palace, and he is the last flag keeper.

Anyone can die, including him, but this flag cannot fall!

The battlefield is changing rapidly, only the military flag remains unchanged in the rear, if the flag falls, the military spirit will be gone.

"Fight to the death!"

"Hold the flag!"

……

On the Dongshan battlefield, the battle between Wei Wushu and Jingying came to an end.

The archers of the Beijing camp were annihilated, and the Wei Wushu compressed the remaining strength of the Beijing camp step by step, with the spearmen in the back and the shield soldiers in front, and the Beijing camp could only fight in the encirclement.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Wu Qi gave an order, and the rain of arrows fell like a tide, falling from the sky to stop the encirclement, and a piece of Beijing soldiers fell to the ground.

At this stage of the war, the battle has been very simple.

Wei Wushu's spearmen and shield bearers formed an encirclement, trapping the enemy in a tiny encirclement, while the archers were divided into three rounds and attacked into the encirclement without stopping, and the elite troops of the Beijing camp faced with spears and hard shields up to eight meters long, and had no possibility of breaking through at all, and could only continue to retreat within a limited range.

And every time they took a step back, Wei Wushu would press one step forward, pressing this encirclement smaller and smaller.

It's a dead end!

"I'm not convinced, why!"

In the center of the encirclement, Dong Liangce, the general of the Beijing camp, wore a cloak and roared as if he had gone crazy.

"I, Dong Liangce, rode seven hundred horses in Mobei, and killed twice as many Beiyuan iron horses, why should I lose?!"

Of the 50,000 elites in the Beijing camp, there are less than 3,000 left, while the 40,000 Wei soldiers have not decreased, and there are almost no casualties.

This was a crushing battle, and the elite of the Beijing camp commanded by Dong Liangce was beaten without the power to fight back, and now they are waiting to die on the spot, making the last symbolic resistance.

Wretched.

Dong Liangce's military talent is undeniable, the Northern Yuan Iron Cavalry is the best cavalry in the whole world, and it usually takes five ordinary cavalry to replace one Northern Yuan Iron Cavalry.

And Dong Liangce, with his extreme military formation and command, forcibly consumed twice the number of Northern Yuan iron cavalry, which can be called a battle that can be recorded in the art of war in later generations.

If he was born in a suitable era, Dong Liangce should be a famous general who will go down in history, but unfortunately he met Wu Qi.

For thousands of years in China, there are countless people like Dong Liangce, but there is only one Wu Qi.

"There is no need to slowly shrink the encirclement, the enemy army has basically lost the ability to sit in the town, charge at full speed, and directly annihilate the enemy army!"

Wu Qi gave the order to end the battle, he looked at the encirclement of Wei Wushu, the troops of the Beijing camp were crushed on the whole line, Dong Liangce drew his sword and killed himself, and died without falling.

It's over.

……

"Get out of here!"

Zhu Huan jumped on his horse, and the silver gun in his hand slapped Han Jinhu, who was blocking in front of the banner of Beijing, off his horse!

"No!"

In Han Jinhu's unwilling eyes, Zhu Huan ruthlessly broke the Jingying Sun and Moon Flag.

The flag of the army fell, and the soul of the army was scattered.

"The banner has fallen!"

The cavalry of the Beijing camp, who were resisting Bai Ma Yicong's charge, stopped their movements and looked to the rear, the sun and moon flags fluttering in the wind were shattered.

Their eyes were a little confused, the military flag fell, so why do they have to fight next?

"Smack."

The weapon in the hand of one of the Beijing cavalry fell to the ground, and then the rest of the Beijing cavalry also let go of their hands and let the weapon fall to the ground.

In an instant, more than half of the cavalry of the Beijing camp also put down their weapons and dismounted and surrendered.

"I'm down." One of them said with his head drooping.

"It's boring to stop fighting."

"The Sun and Moon Banner has fallen?"

"What's the fight, don't fight, it's down."

Han Jinhu was dumbfounded when he saw this scene: "Don't panic, we haven't lost yet!" ”

"You dog basket is really hard-mouthed!" Zhu Huan kicked Han Jinhu over: "You are especially the marshal of the Jingying Palace, why are you still so forced when everyone has surrendered?" ”

It's like Han Jinhu didn't recognize Zhu Huan as King Qi, and Zhu Huan didn't recognize Han Jinhu as the marshal of the Jingying Palace.

"Kill me."

Han Jinhu already understood in his heart that he had tens of thousands of iron horsemen and counted three thousand white horse servants, and he laughed miserably: "I am Han Jinhu, the commander of the Jingying Palace, with my head, you should be able to receive a rich credit." ”

He would rather die here than live in shame.

This is the last dignity of a famous general who has been on the battlefield for decades.

"You're Han Jinhu?" Zhu Huan was stunned for a moment.

He thought that Han Jinhu should be in the center of the Jingying Palace Marshal's Mansion and command the battle situation, but who would have thought that Han Jinhu would actually personally supervise the battle.

The supreme commander of the Beijing camp was so pinched by him?

Zhu Huan put away the silver spear and shouted to Bai Ma Yicong: "Where is Yan Gang?" ”

Yan Gang rode his horse: "Your Highness, Yan Gang is here!" ”

Han Jinhu was stunned when he heard this, and he looked at Zhu Huan in disbelief: "Are you ...... King Qi? ”

This person is actually King Qi?!

Han Jinhu thought that this plain-clothed young man would be an infamous general, but he never expected that this person would actually be King Qi!

"Tie up this person, he is Han Jinhu, the marshal of the Jingying Palace, and it is useful to keep it." Zhu Huan said to Yan Gang.