Unfortunately, the spear that had pierced the little girl could not be withdrawn in time, and the little body hung on the spear, and was picked up by the spear and flew in mid-air with the speed of the horse that had been lowered but was still extremely fast.

This picture is simply bloody and violent to the extreme, the cute little girl, the indifferent soldiers, the blood floating in the air, and the fire burning under the night sky, as well as the screams, cries, and shouts of killing of people, as if it is a painting that makes people have nightmares when they look at it.

Xiang Er didn't feel any discomfort, since the spear couldn't be recovered, he simply threw away the spear, pulled out the short knife at his waist, hung his body to the side of the horse, and began to use the speed of the horse to slash and kill the Tubo people who fled frantically.

The feeling of the blade entering the flesh is very familiar, these Mongols are no different from the people he has killed over the years, he doesn't like to procrastinate, and what he has always pursued is to kill with one hit, so the wounds of the people he killed appear on the chest upwards, often at the neck.

Killing is a technical job, many soldiers are just going to kill, but they don't know how to kill the most effortless, Xiang Er, who has been in Qiucheng, is probably a boring person, every time he fights, other people are celebrating and surviving, only he recalls everyone he killed on the battlefield, and it took a little more effort to recall whether he killed anyone or not, and found the wrong position.

How do you kill people with the least amount of effort? How do you kill someone when your physical strength is far inferior to that of an enemy? How to use the environment, weather and even the wind to kill people? How to squeeze out the last strength to kill people when you are seriously injured? These are issues that ordinary people will not consider, but Xiang Er has a lot of experience.

Therefore, among the cavalry who broke into the tribe from the right flank, he was the most labor-saving and efficient in killing, and there was no embarrassing situation when he first went to the battlefield, and the knife was stuck in the enemy's body and could not be pulled out.

Once again, he slashed off half of the head of a man who was running around, and Xiang Erzai sat up straight on his horse, his eyes fixed on the other direction.

This tribe is a bit big, although I can hear the sound over there, but after rushing and killing for so long, I didn't even bump into my comrades who killed from the other side.

It's not that he didn't notice that there were some problems with this cavalry, such as why there were Mongols in the cavalry of the Ming army? For example, why did the thousand people change into black armor? For example, the origin of their words and words, what His Royal Highness King Yan is, what court army...

But what does it matter? Naturally, it is the Ming people who can come to the steppe to kill the Mongols, and that is enough.

Now that they have rushed to the middle of the tribe, they have not actually bumped into the friendly troops who took the lead in the charge, which can only prove that they are in a lot of trouble.

Xiang Er's guess was indeed correct, and the herald shouted the military order on the battlefield: "Forward team, continue to rush to the left flank, and the rear army continues to sweep!" ”

Under the military order, Duoyan Sanwei was divided into two parts, one part began to raise the speed of the horse and began to charge along the various roads in the direction where the shouts of killing came, the other part began to kill the Mongols on the spot, and even some rear soldiers had already dismounted and began to drill into the tent.

No need to ask, most of them are running for money, everyone knows that the account is the place to put the money, since there is already a military order for half of the people to stay and continue to kill, why are they still stupidly riding on horses? It's easier to get off the horse and cut with a knife, and you can also make a profit.

Withdrawing his gaze from a large tent, he picked up a torch from the side of the road, threw it at it, and began to make a second charge along the road.

Slashing all the way, all the way to the south, Xiang Er kept seeing frightened faces, constantly killing the Mongols who came out from all corners, these people are old and weak, some are young and strong, some are not holding weapons and some are holding weapons, Xiang Er's expression does not fluctuate, just keep drawing the knife and slashing, and then collect the knife and throw the blood.

While moving closer to the other side, there are more and more enemies encountered, these Mongolians seem to have been defeated, only the last trace of Qingming wants to escape from this place, escape from these Ming cavalry who don't know where to get out of nowhere, will summon the thunder, Xiang Er's right hand has been a little out of strength, he frowned, feeling that today's battle situation is really weird, these Mongolians seem to have become lambs to the slaughter, and even resistance is so ridiculous and useless, and he even slashes people to the point that the knife in his right hand is a little unstable.

Seeing that his comrades in the distance dragged several teenagers off their horses, Xiang Er put away his short knife, took out his bow and arrow, and with just a slight glance, with the help of the blazing fire, a feathered arrow appeared on the throat of a teenager.

Take the arrow, take the bow, pull the string, let go, a feather arrow is a human life, Xiang Er relieved the siege of the comrade, but did not look again, but noticed a black-armored general running on a horse in front of him.

Xiang Er squinted his eyes slightly, he recognized this armor and this person, who had always been with Gu Huai, the commander of this army, at this moment, the general was followed by several horsemen behind him, and the black-armored general was carrying a long sword in one hand, and together with the guards, he was constantly fighting with several Mongolians, but he didn't fall behind, but the horse under his crotch was about to lose his strength, and the sound of horses' hooves was a little messy.

Xiang Er bent his bow and arrows again, shooting down the Mongols one by one, the black armor general looked at it from a distance, nodded slightly and thanked him, snatched a war horse from the side and wanted to sit on it, but the war horse overturned him to the ground, if it wasn't for the black armor general's reaction to roll out, it is estimated that he would have to suffer a hoof on his face, at this moment the black armor general was sitting on the ground and sighed, and suddenly laughed again, so that the corner of Xiang Er's mouth also showed a hint of laughter.

He shook his head, no longer looked at the black-armored general, but kept shooting arrows to take the lives of the surrounding Mongols, and his comrades kept rushing over from his side, and the shouting and killing sound from the front became weaker and weaker, and Xiang Er knew that the situation was mostly stabilized.

The black-armored general rested on the ground for a long time, his tall war horse was already kneeling on the ground at this moment, seeing that he couldn't run, the black-armored general could only walk to Xiang Er's side, and when he saw him with an arrow, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he praised loudly: "Good archery, life-saving grace, wait until the battle is over, I will invite you to drink!" ”

Xiang Er looked at the black-armored general, and hugged his fists as a salute: "How's the situation over there?" ”

The black-armored general stuck his long sword on the ground, and casually picked up a piece of cloth from the dead man and wiped the blood on the armor: "There's no problem, I've rushed in, but I don't know where to kill the Mongolian cavalry, and I counterattacked for a while, so I delayed, otherwise I would have broken the entire tribe a long time ago." ”

Xiang Er put away his bow and arrows: "Cavalry? How many? ”

"It's quite a lot," the black-armored general rested for a while, regained some strength, and then turned over and got on the horse led by the guards, "It is estimated that there must be hundreds, all of them can shoot arrows, and they can't catch up, and if they don't chase them, they will retreat, and even the old people and children will pick up bows and arrows on the ground and start shooting, it's just troublesome." ”

"It's the Mongol style," Xiang Er nodded slightly, "and trouble?" ”

"It's gone, those Mongolian cavalry are shooting and running, and the result is blocked for you, now it is estimated that they are almost killed, I rushed too fast, and I rushed over and was entangled by a few Tibetan cavalry," the war horse snorted, obviously infected by the killing intent of this battlefield, fortunately, it gave the black armor general some face and did not turn him upside down like the horse just now.

With the war horse, the black armor general did not delay, just hugged his fist slightly, and then turned around and continued to look for the Mongols to fight, Xiang Er also took out the short knife again, and set his eyes on a few Mongolian cavalry who were running away.

The big picture, it's decided.

......

In the largest tent in the middle of the tribe, Gu Huai broke the shaft of the bow and arrow that had been shot into his arm, and looked at the white-bearded old man opposite: "You are the head of this tribe?" ”

The white-bearded old man dressed like a wizard in animal skin looked at Gu Huai's injured left arm hatefully, and his mouth chattered for a while, Gu Huai frowned and looked at the Duoyan Sanwei cavalry who called over: "What did he say?" ”

Duoyan Sanwei cavalry is now full of tents full of belongings outside, but Gu Huai didn't let him rob it, but instead pulled him over as an interpreter, he was already unhappy, and after listening to the white-bearded old man's words, he went up and gave the old man a slap, and turned him around: "This old man is cursing the adult, saying that if the adult is injured, he will definitely die on the grassland." ”

The poor white-bearded old man almost didn't get angry when he slapped this slap, and it took a long time to slow down, and he continued to babble viciously for a long time, this time Gu Huai didn't let the cavalry translate, just by looking at his expression, he knew what the old man was talking about.

He didn't bother to ask again, just asked the cavalry to re-examine whether there was a map, and then he went out of the big tent.

The left arm can no longer move, I don't know if there is any quenching poison on the arrow, Gu Huai's mood is a little annoyed, the Chinese army he stayed in is safe enough, but he didn't expect to shoot an arrow at a Mongolian who doesn't know which one.

Fortunately, he subconsciously dodged at that time, and the arrow didn't hit his chest, otherwise this face would have been lost, and what other tribes would he have attacked? In the first battle, the boss was killed.

The tribe was still filled with shouts of killing, and just now those Mongolian cavalry were dispersed, Gu Huai gave a military order for the whole army to disperse, now that the overall situation has been decided, it is time to let the cavalry take the enemy on their own.

Gu Huai didn't expect that the Naqu tribe could gather hundreds of cavalry in such a short period of time, and he also recoiled for a while, he thought that as long as the grenade was thrown down, the Mongols would panic, and if they were rushed by the cavalry, they would be able to directly level this tribe.

However, there are always surprises in battle, and the Mongols taught him a lesson, not only did the tribe organize the first wave of resistance positions on the fence as soon as they discovered the cavalry, but even began to gather cavalry.

Therefore, although the cavalry broke through the fence and blew up the positions of the tribes, they were caught off guard by the Mongol cavalry who were killed on the side.

So the left-wing cavalry not only did not achieve the imaginary rush through the tribe, but also fought a cavalry battle with the Mongolian cavalry, and the cavalry that rushed into the tribe was also slowed down by the Mongols everywhere.

Fortunately, the Duoyan Sanwei cavalry on the right flank did not disappoint him, not only broke through the tribe from the rear, but also blocked the Mongols who were fighting with the Yan cavalry.

In this night's rush battle, victory is destined to belong to the Ming cavalry.

He looked at the tribe that was burning everywhere, thinking that this first battle had finally not lost Zhu Di's face.

......

"Fifteen, sixteen...", Xiang Er, who rushed from the right flank to the left flank, and straddled the entire tribe, crouched next to a corpse, counting the people he had cut tonight.

This kind of battle is too smooth, unlike in the past to hunt in the grassland, as a scout, he still has to fight with the enemy scouts for a hundred miles, and use various means to kill one or two, tonight's Mongols are no different from the cattle and sheep on the side of the road, there is no decent resistance, and he rushes over on a horse and cuts down his head.

This also brought him a lot of frustration, he was very interested in gold and silver, after all, there was a family to raise, but compared with killing the Mongols, obviously the latter was more important, Qiu Cheng had more comrades who died before, and he remembered it, and said that he would take the life of the Mongolian cavalry to pay tribute to his comrades, and he could not be missing, and he might die on the battlefield one day, and he still needed to complete it earlier.

Just cut seven or eight, shot seven or eight, and the small target before charging to the second was not only completed, but also exceeded the standard, he was a little annoyed, thinking that he would just kill more, anyway, it must be a multiple.

Poked the corpse of the Mongolian cavalry in front of him with the knife in his hand, confirmed that he was not pretending to be dead, turned his head to his war horse, glanced at the Mongolian cavalry's war horse that was now ownerless, thought about it and got off the horse and tied it to the fence.

Don't run away, I'll come back to pick you up after killing people later, the boss who looks like a scholar said, the captured horses must be brought, and when the time comes, one person and two horses will look like a gallop.

The tamed and unwild war horse did not resist, Xiang Er carefully knotted the reins, nodded with satisfaction, but out of the corner of his eye, he found that a shadow seemed to flash in the corner under the firelight.

As a scout, and like to use bows and arrows, Xiang Er's eyesight naturally didn't believe that he could be wrong, so he tightened the short knife in his hand and walked in that direction.

There was no sound of footsteps on the blood-stained grassland, and an old woman and a young girl in the corner of the burning house widened in horror.

The old woman didn't hesitate for long, she pushed the girl hard, and whispered in Tubo: "Mei Duo, run!" ”

The girl who was pushed away was still a little dazed, but the old woman had already rushed out of the shadows and rushed towards the young cavalry.

There was no accident, Xiang Er, who was used to killing people, just slit the old woman's throat with a flick of the short knife, and the old woman didn't even let out any screams and scolding, and she had already fallen to the ground weakly.

Hiding in the shadows, Wu Qi Meiduo covered her mouth, her big eyes were full of tears, she wanted to run, but her feet couldn't move.

A knife killed the old woman, Xiang Er was about to walk away, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, seeing that he didn't run and pounced, what was this old woman thinking?

He looked at the shadow, smiled suddenly, and walked over, his eyes meeting the eyes of Uchimedo, who was trembling in the corner.

Wuqi Meiduo is indeed very beautiful, although she is Mongolian, she is also a beauty in the aesthetics of the Ming people, and Xiang Er scratched her head a little shyly: "Hello." ”

The girl's eyes were even more frightened, she couldn't hold back any longer, began to beg for mercy in Mongolian, threw herself at Xiangji's feet, and grabbed his ankle with a trembling hand.

Xiang Er didn't hesitate much, although he went into the grassland a lot, he really couldn't understand Mongolian, since he had greeted him and confirmed that he was a Mongolian, there was nothing to say.

He grabbed the girl by the hair and lifted her up, the short knife in his hand slowly leaning against her neck.

The girl who was caught seemed to have strength all of a sudden, and struggled desperately, even breaking free of her thick clothes, revealing some scenery that could keep the man's eyes in front of her, but Xiang Er didn't even look at it, and the short knife in her hand didn't shake.

He's a man with a wife.

An angry roar came from the side of the fence, and Xiang Er looked up to see that it was a Tubo boy on a horse, his eyes were full of hatred when he looked at Xiang Er, and when he looked at Wu Qi Meiduo, he was distressed and regretful.

Xiang Er understood, his smile became brighter and brighter, and by the light of the fire, he confirmed the position, and with the force of his right hand, a hideous blood mark appeared on Wuqi Meiduo's snow-white neck, and the blood gushed red the upper body with an open neckline.

The young man on the horse seemed to be a little broken, and Xiang Er put down the girl who had lost his breath, and his tone was warm, as if he was talking to a friend: "It's okay, I'll reunite you, this kind of good person, shouldn't be in vain." ”

He flicked his knife and looked at the Mongolian boy on the horse: "Dare to show the knife, riding on the horse is considered a cavalry... You are the eighteenth. ”