"Your Highness, aren't we attacking the Tatar camp at night? Why are you sleeping here? ”

Behind a small hill dozens of miles away from the main battlefield, everyone except for the soldiers standing guard on duty was sleeping soundly.

Qian Qianhu Qian Yu, who was thinking about attacking the camp at night, looked at Zhu Zhangui, who was squinting and fanning next to him, and asked suspiciously.

"Who told you that we were going to raid the Tatar camp at night?" Zhu Zhangui also glanced at him suspiciously.

Qian Yu was stunned for a moment, scratching his head, as if Zhu Zhangui really didn't say that he was going to attack the Tatar camp at night.

"Then what do you mean by asking your subordinates if they still have the strength to fight?"

The folding fan in Zhu Zhangui's hand sped up slightly.

"Sleep in peace, you'll find out tomorrow."

Qian Yu: ......

Sneak attack on the Tatar camp, what a joke. People are so tightly guarded, just run over with thousands of people and send them to death?

In the Tatar camp, Arutai looked at several cavalry generals in front of him, and his forehead was bruised.

In just one day of fighting, the more than 60,000 cavalry under his command lost nearly 20,000 people.

The cavalry pursuing the banner of the King of Han was a little better, but they lost two or three thousand people.

And those who pursued the banner of the emperor and grandson directly lost most of them, killed and wounded seven or eight thousand people, and those who fled back also tired the horses half to death, and tomorrow they will definitely have no combat effectiveness.

"Bastard!"

Thinking about the horses that were paralyzed on the ground as soon as he returned to the camp, Aru raised his feet angrily and kicked the general who was pursuing Zhu Zhangui to the ground.

This guy was big enough to escape in the big scuffle, and he didn't even suffer a single injury.

The general who fell to the ground hurriedly got up and knelt on the ground, kowtowing frantically to explain.

"The master spares his life, the master spares his life, this is really not to blame the last general, the enemy's horsepower is much stronger than ours, the horses on our side are running weakly, they can continue to run on their side, this is really not to blame the last general!"

The other cavalry generals also broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

Don't look at Arutai, who is usually very talkative, but he is never soft when he kills people.

With such a big loss in one day, someone must have to become Arutai's punching bag.

"Poof!"

A steel knife flashed, and the head of the general who kowtowed frantically flew out, and the dark red blood sprayed out far away under the squeezing of the chest, and several cavalry generals around him were splashed.

"Whoa!"

This scene startled the generals and they all fell to their knees.

Arutai, who was holding a blood-stained steel knife in his hand, looked at the few people who were kneeling on the ground and didn't dare to lift their heads, and really wanted to pick up the knife and cut down these wastes.

can think of a big taboo for a change of generals, and he can only grit his teeth.

"Don't care about those Ming cavalry tomorrow, after today's battle, their horsepower is estimated to be no better. As soon as the war starts tomorrow, your task is to attack the infantry battalion of the Ming army for me, waiting for the opportunity to launch a charge and disrupt their formation! ”

Arutai didn't plan to play anymore, and even planned to use the cavalry, the most reluctant to face the shock infantry phalanx.

Although several generals were bitter in their hearts, they could only grit their teeth and agree when they looked at Arutai's cannibalistic eyes.

The military formation that attacked the Ming army was not necessarily dead, and if he dared to refuse Arutai, or even put forward different ideas, he would definitely die.

They can see that Arutai has been driven crazy and plans to play with the Ming army.

After driving away several cavalry generals, Arutai sat down in a chair tiredly and asked the general in charge of the investigation.

"Have you done a good job of guarding the camp, have all the cavalry of the Ming army gone back?"

"Back to Taishi, the vigilance has been raised to the very top, and the dark whistle has been enlarged five miles away."

"On the side of the Ming army, their cavalry went back in the evening."

Speaking of this, the general hesitated for a moment and added: "It may be that the horses have been running for a day and are afraid of being tired, they are all leading the horses and camping!" ”

In fact, what the people below reported was that they only saw a large number of horses entering the barracks, and they didn't see much.

But this general thought that the Ming army was afraid of tiring the horse because he had been running for a day, so he led the horse into the camp.

Coupled with the lost war horses on this side, the dense herd of horses like a tide, it is normal to see few people.

Arutai nodded, and with a wave of his hand, everyone stepped out.

When everyone was gone, he got up and walked over to a parchment map.

Looking at a dotted line drawn on the map, Arutai clenched his fists.

"It's up to tomorrow's outcome!"

In the early morning of the second day, the armies of the two sides were again set apart.

To tell the truth, let the soldiers suffer the mental oppression of death for three days in a row, and the generals who did not have a certain prestige and courage did not dare to come at all.

The formation of the two sides did not change much, and in front of the Arutai army, a large number of shield vehicles were built.

Although this thing was completely destroyed shortly after it entered the field yesterday, the effect was still very obvious, allowing the Tartar Legion to move forward safely by 10 paces.

A small detail on the battlefield can often make the difference between victory and defeat in an entire war.

So overnight yesterday, Arutai had some shield cars built again.

Eye-catching swept across the battlefield and saw the banners of the cavalry arrays on both sides, Aru retracted his gaze expressionlessly.

Then the trumpets and war drums sounded one after another, and the fierce battle began again.

The rear of the Tatar army, several miles from the battlefield.

Zhu Zhangui crawled in the grass and observed the situation of the enemy army with a telescope.

As soon as the battle of the Tatars began today, they were sent to the front and made a fierce attack.

The phalanx of heavy infantry was also assembled in the front, and there were only a few thousand ordinary infantry guarding the rear.

Within miles, hundreds of cavalry patrolled back and forth, guarding against enemy attacks from elsewhere.

However, in the opinion of these cavalrymen, it was impossible for the enemy to come from the rear.

The battle ahead is in full swing, and there are so many legions of the Ming army, and all the flags are very obvious, and you can see it at a glance.

So in their minds, it's another day of fishing.

Reaching out and scratching the itchy wound on his face, Zhu Zhangui slowly retreated to the back of a small hill, where thousands of cavalry were waiting in silence.

Next to them, there was a war horse that was crawling and draped, honest and obedient, and didn't even wag its tail.

Zhu Zhangui's gaze swept over most of the people, and the soldiers responded to him with firm eyes.

At dawn today, Zhu Zhangui left for a while, bringing back thousands of war horses and distributing them to everyone.

The soldiers didn't think much of it, thinking it was arranged in advance.

Subsequently, Zhu Zhangui issued today's combat order.

Charge into the enemy's rear and go straight to the conning tower of Arutai.

This order can be said to be extremely risky, and the slightest carelessness may be surrounded and annihilated by the enemy.

In the end, Zhu Zhangui said that anyone who doesn't want to go can quit.

None of the soldiers moved, and they all looked at Zhu Zhangui with resolute eyes.

Risks often come in the form of opportunities.

Although this charge is a life of nine deaths, once he survives, the function of the reward officer will be soft.

Even if you are lucky, you can cut off the head of Arutai or an important person, and you can get a knighthood.

Glancing at everyone present, Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly, turned around and walked to his war horse.

Raising his hand and patting the donkey's face, the horse stood up very spiritually.

Turning over his horse, he took out a dozen amulets from his bosom, put them to his lips and kissed them gently, and lifted the spear hanging from the saddle.

Thousands of cavalrymen behind him also turned on their horses and checked their weapons and armor.

Waiting for everyone to look ahead, Zhu Zhangui took a deep breath, took the helmet handed over by Hu Yu and put it on his head.

"Kill!"

A simple killing word is worth a thousand words.

Bypassing the small dirt slope, the war horse slowly picked up speed, and killed the rear of the Tatar army, towards the conning tower of Arutai.

"There's an enemy attack!"

The cavalry team of several thousand people is naturally not small, and the rangers placed in the rear by Arutai are not blind. As soon as Zhu Zhangui came out, he was discovered by the rangers.

"Whoosh..."

Several sharp arrows suddenly flew out of the grass, and the Arutai Rangers, who were raising their horns and preparing to warn, fell off their horses with a muffled snort.

Hundreds of people prostrate in the grass jumped up and drew their bows and fired wildly at the surrounding rangers.

These were the soldiers of Zhu Zhangui's escort battalion, who had been sent in the early hours of the morning in order to delay the warning of the enemy.

Even if it's a few breaths.

"Woooooo

Although the men of the escort battalion tried their best to block it, the enemy's warning was still issued.

Arutai, who was observing the front formation, looked back behind him, and saw that it was thousands of cavalry, Tong Kong shrank slightly.

The cavalry in front was entangled with the cavalry and infantry of the Ming army, and it was too late to call it back.

Although he also made arrangements for the rear military formation, he might not be able to stop the enemy's lifeless charging posture.

"Let's go!"

Without hesitation, Arutai quickly ran down the steps, ready to transfer places. However, before leaving, he gave orders to his subordinates to hold on.

In the short time of transfer, Arutai believes that his sons and daughters can bear it.

But he forgot that there was also an old fox on the other side.

If it was an ordinary general, he might be overcome.

But for the old man who has fought all his life, this is the opportunity for victory.

Looking at the handsome flag that was moving on the opposite side in the telescope, a smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and he picked up the walkie-talkie and gave the order to counterattack.

In an instant, the Ming army, which was originally in a defensive posture, launched a fierce counterattack directly against the enemy.

The Tatar officers, who could not receive the command of the Chinese army, were caught off guard for a time and retreated in defeat after defeat.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhangui galloped wildly, and led the team to kill the Arutai rear army in a daze.

The cavalry assault on the infantry phalanx of the array, and the prepared infantry phalanx, is undoubtedly the most stupid act of seeking death.

But at this moment, it's time to fight hard, what are you going to do if you don't play with your life?

When you are a soldier and you don't even dare to play with your life, then what kind of soldier are you, go home and pick up your children as soon as possible.

"Steady, steady!"

The Tatar officers of the rear army, looking at the thousands of cavalry who rushed fiercely, sweated profusely and kept shouting for the soldiers to stabilize the line and resist the cavalry charge of the Ming army.

At the same time, keep the archers ready to shoot at any time.

1000m, 800m, 500m, 300m......

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and whether it is the Tatar officer or the charging Ming cavalry, the heart is mentioned to the apex.

When the distance between the two sides reached 200 meters, hundreds of Ming cavalry drew out short knives and stabbed them on the horse's buttocks.

Hundreds of cavalrymen had resolute faces, and the spear knife on the opposite side Lin Hansen's arrow was missed, and they were directly ignored.

At this moment they have no fear of death, at this moment they have no fear in their hearts.

They have only one goal.

Rush up and crash into the opposing line.

"Kill!"

Hundreds of cavalry-led officers glanced back at Zhu Zhangui, and under his slight nod, he let out an angry roar.

"Shoot the arrows!"

There was also a roar from the Tatars, and the archers, who had been on standby for a long time, released the bowstring in their hands.

"Whoosh..."

The sharp arrows pierced the air, emitting a sharp whistle, and the dense arrows were like a summer rainstorm, and they were densely splashed towards the Ming cavalry.

"Jingle Bell..."

The sound of arrows hitting the armor kept ringing, and from time to time there was the sound of an arrow falling into the flesh.

The lightly injured ones could still bear it and continue to charge, and those who were hit in the fatal position snorted directly, fell obliquely from the war horse to the ground, and then were trampled by the comrades behind to smash it.

"Kill!"

The distance of 100 meters was fleeting in the blink of an eye for the galloping cavalry.

No sooner had the second arrow of the Tatars missed, and hundreds of surviving vanguard cavalry crashed into the enemy array with a roar.

The dozens of people at the front, before colliding, pulled off 10 grenades tied to the saddle.

"Puffy... Crackling..."

"Boom... Thundered... Boom..."

The sound of heavy impact, the cracking of spears, the screams of the horses before they died, and the explosion of grenades sounded instantly.

Hundreds of knights were fearless, using their lives and bodies, to open a way for the regiments that charged in the rear.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhangui's eyes were red, and he crashed into the enemy formation with a roar, and the spear in his hand stabbed wildly, reaping the lives of one person after another.

The cavalry that followed closely behind slowly widened the crack opened by his comrades.

They frantically swung their weapons and slashed at all the enemies they could see.

While killing the enemy, no one dared to stop, they followed Zhu Zhangui's banner closely, desperately calling for the war horse to charge.

The cavalry lost its momentum and fell into the layers of infantry, which was certain death.

They could lose everything, including the weapons in their hands and their lives, but the speed of the team could not be stopped.

If you want to make a contribution, you can only rush forward.

If you want to get home alive, you have to rush forward.

If you want to be promoted and make a fortune, you must rush forward.

Only speed is the root of all this, and once the speed is stopped, it will be all empty talk.

Not only will they not get this, but they will also throw their lives away in this chaotic battlefield.

Charge, charge, charge.

I don't know how many people my men killed, I don't know how many people died around me.

Forcefully throwing the half-volley gun in his hand at an enemy, Zhu Zhangui pulled out the treasure knife on the saddle, scanned the entire battlefield, and quickly locked on a moving handsome flag!

"Kill!"

There was no more to say, no morale was raised, and a killing word showed everything.

The Ming cavalry, who were physically and mentally exhausted and stained with blood, ignored the Tatar infantry that rushed up frantically around them, and followed Zhu Zhangui all the way to kill.

Even if a friend fell off the horse, no one looked back.

At this time, it is useless to do anything, only to take the head of the general in the million army, which is their mission, and it is also the biggest obsession of many colleagues before they die.

One by one, the horses fell to the ground, and a soldier of the Ming Army was chopped into mashed meat with a knife.

There were fewer and fewer people who followed Zhu Zhangui to charge, from the original few thousand, to less than 3,000 people left in the enemy formation.

Rushing to kill hundreds of meters, the number of people plummeted to less than 2,000.

As the people around him died, they got closer and closer to Arutai's handsome banner.

100 meters, 80 meters, 50 meters...

"Puffy..."

As the Tatar infantry that was the last to block was knocked away, Arutai's handsome banner appeared in front of Zhu Zhangui's hundreds of people.

The frantic slashing made Zhu Zhangui's hands tremble rapidly, and he didn't know whether it was the enemy or his own blood, leaving along the edge of the armor.

Zhu Zhangui and hundreds of cavalrymen could no longer see their original appearance, and the bloody armor on their bodies made them look like blood Shura crawling out of a sea of blood.

"Arutai!"

Looking at Arutai, who was guarded by a group of soldiers under the big flag, Zhu Zhangui's dry voice let out an angry roar.

"Kill!"

No one hesitated, no one hesitated, and there was no talk to the enemy like in the movie.

At this time, only you live and die.

Time is very precious to Zhu Zhangui and others, even if it is just a short second, there are countless people who will sacrifice for them.

Arutai, who was moving under the protection of the guards, looked back behind him.

A blood-stained Ming cavalryman with men and horses was rushing towards him frantically.

Behind him, there were hundreds of the same Ming soldiers, with bloodthirsty eyes and crazy madness.

"Kill them!"

Arutai's expression was not panicked, and he coldly raised his hand to order.

The 10 archers around him stretched out their bows and drew arrows, aiming at the Ming army that rushed over.

"Roar!"

Seeing that the enemy who was close in front of him was about to flee again, Zhu Zhangui's eyes were about to split, and a roar that was not human came out of his mouth.

The war horse under him, as if feeling the roar of the master, Meng's four hooves stopped, and the buttocks were raised, and the shadow master on the body was thrown out directly, and then screamed, fell to the ground heavily, looked at the soaring figure, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes.

Zhu Zhangui soared, several meters above the ground, and pounced on Arutai, who was about to turn and leave.

"Kill!"

Zhu Zhangui roared angrily, ignoring the spear that had stabbed him, and forcefully threw out the long knife that had been curled in his hand.

"Puff puff!"

Several sharp blades sounded at the same time, and Zhu Zhangui's shoulder and lower abdomen were pierced by a spear, and the heart-rending pain stimulated Zhu Zhangui's brain, making him can't help but roar in pain.

"WC, your mother!"

Hu Yu, who was following behind, saw that his lord was injured in front of him, and the blood rushed into his brain at once, and he roared angrily and pounced, blocking it with his body, and slashed at Zhu Zhangui's several knives.

"Taishi is dead, Taishi is dead!"

Suddenly, a frightened shout sounded, and Zhu Zhangui, who was pressed under Hu Yu, looked up at Arutai, who was pierced by a long knife from the gap in the armor at the back of his neck, and laughed arrogantly.

"Hahaha, win!"

At this moment, the remaining cavalry cut down the Tatar soldiers who surrounded them, and surrounded Zhu Zhangui and Hu Yu to death, not letting a single enemy in.

Qian Yu, who was full of arrows, hit the Tatar flag bearer who was flying the flag, grabbed the handsome flag of Arutai, provoked Arutai's corpse to be held high, and roared loudly.

"Arutai is dead, when will you wait if you don't surrender!"

The hundreds of remaining soldiers of Zhu Zhangui and Hu Yu also roared loudly.

"Arutai is dead, those who descend will not be killed!"

The old man, who had been holding a telescope to observe his grandson's charge, saw the scene of his grandson being pierced by a spear just now, and his heart ached.

Later, I saw a Ming army picking up a corpse with a handsome banner, and I saw that the clothes should be Arutai.

The old man directly ignored the emperor's majesty and shouted at the soldiers around him.

"All shout to me, Arutai will die, and those who descend will not be killed!"

In an instant, the entire battlefield remembered the shouts of the Ming army.

The Tatar soldiers who were fighting with the Ming army, hearing the shouts of the Ming army, subconsciously looked back, and then felt shocked.

Although they couldn't see who was hanging on the handsome flag, they had a corpse hanging on their own handsome flag, and the clothes were still from their own, and it was obvious that the Taishi was dead as the Ming army said.

The coach was killed under layers of protection, and he was also hung on the flag of the commander, which was the biggest blow to morale.

The morale of the Arutai Army, which originally regarded death as home, collapsed in an instant, and the heart of resistance was completely lost, so they dropped the weapons in their hands and turned around and ran.

Some went like grasslands, while others ran to the mountains, wanting to take their families with them.

But no matter what choice they make, the war between the Ming Dynasty and the grassland, the grassland is completely defeated.

"Attack with all your troops!"

At the moment when the morale of the enemy collapsed, the old man did not hesitate to give the order for the whole army to attack.

Then, regardless of the obstruction of the generals around him, he personally led a team of cavalry to the commander's banner. His grandson is still there, and he wants to make sure that his grandson is alive as soon as possible.

If this grandson is gone, he doesn't know how to face a few granddaughters-in-law when he goes back, can his fat son withstand this blow, and will his daughter-in-law blame him for the rest of his life?

What's more, this grandson is gone, so what's the point of all this he does?