After Zidala returned to the camp, he shouted an order, and the first batch of eight hundred horsemen who charged let out a shout of killing, and then rushed forward in the heavy snowy weather.

It was a southwesterly wind blowing at this time, and the weather conditions were favorable for Zidala, and they were downwind when they charged.

As soon as the 800 cavalry rushed out, they approached the Kaqimeng soldiers at a very fast speed.

"Shoot the arrows! The infantry was prepared for defense. This time, it was Jebu's voice that shouted.

He didn't expect that Zidara would charge without saying a word, and he originally wanted to wait a little longer, and wait for the Su family army to appear and attack from both sides.

Zidara's initiative broke Jebu's plan, and as a last resort, he could only defend passively, and hoped that the Su army could come quickly.

Whoosh... Whoosh... The bow and arrow broke through the air, but the wind was too strong, so that it basically had no accuracy, and even if the bow and arrow came in front of Zidala's army, most of them were chopped to the ground by the wielding saber.

Only a limited number of a few dozen arrows hurt people. But for the eight hundred charging Mengqi, the damage is negligible.

The distance of hundreds of paces was only a blink of an eye for the cavalry, and the archers retreated behind the shield soldiers, and the two sides began to fight in close combat.

The Mongols are more accustomed to offense and are not good at defense. They seem to be born warriors to attack, and they all ride horses and are skilled in horsemanship.

They can do all kinds of difficult movements on the horse, and many people can even rest and sleep on the horse.

But it's this kind of defensive battle that they're the least good at. Now that it is under the onslaught of the opposing cavalry, the Kaqi Department has fallen into some confusion.

"The shield is against it, and the man behind shoots and cuts the enemy under the horse." Seeing that the two sides were in a short handover so soon, and that the cavalry of Moge's lost division had already gained the upper hand, he couldn't help but shout loudly.

In the final analysis, Jebu is still too junior and too inexperienced. Especially like this kind of large-scale battle, I have never seen it, let alone command.

On the other hand, the cavalry of Mo Ge's lost department, they had special training, and this time they followed Zidala with elite cavalry, and as soon as the two sides fought, the situation was decided.

"Humph! But that's it. Everyone obeys the order, and the whole army charges! Seeing how Zidara, who was in a good position, could let go of such a good opportunity to attack and hit the opponent, he reached out and pulled out the saber on his waist, and with a loud shout, he took the lead and rushed forward.

The cavalry of Mo Ge's lost army actually went out, and it was just a test and then the whole army did not leave a back hand to attack, which saw that Zhebu was in a hurry.

He simply didn't care about the casualties of the 3,000 infantry in front of him, whether he could stop the enemy, so he also drew the saber on his waist and shouted,

"Warriors of the Kaqi Division, follow me, charge!"

"Kill!" There was another sound of mountains and tsunamis, and the cavalry of the three thousand Ka Banner troops on both sides of the array also rushed forward under the leadership of Jebu.

Seen from above, the two black-pressed cavalry teams were like two arrows moving rapidly, rapidly approaching, and soon collided with each other.

The air was filled with the sound of weapons clashing and killing. Ride against ride. Remon to Mong. The battle for the master of the fortified city began.

On the plain, a total of 6,000 cavalry came and went, and it was not lively for you to fight. From time to time, cavalry on the battlefield fell off their horses and let out a wailing sound.

It won't take long for the fallen cavalry to become the target of the horse's trampling, until they are finally trampled to death alive and become a meat patty.

Death is death, and no one will pay attention to a dead man on such a chaotic battlefield. Both sides seem to have played a primer at this moment, rushing with their hips, a picture of endless death.

Jebu has a lot of strength, and whenever his saber fights the enemy, he will knock the opponent's saber flying.

As soon as the opportunity was right, he would also make up for the blow with a sideways cleaver, and in a short time, three of Moge's lost cavalry were cut down by him.

And he himself had a new wound on his chest. Zidala is more agile, and when he fights with the enemy, he will always make a variety of difficult movements, so that he can easily dodge the slash of the enemy saber, and he can always turn around after dodging, and in a short time, there are as many as four enemy horsemen who are slashed by him.

On the battlefield, under the fierce fighting, the six thousand cavalry soon fell to a thousand people, among which there were Mo Ge who lost their troops, but more of them were the Kaqi tribe.

This can also be seen, the same army, the difference between training and no training. The number of casualties among the cavalry of the Kaqi Department was increasing, and the balance of victory seemed to be tilting.

When the first 1,000 cavalry had already entered and exited from the 3,000 Kaqi infantry, the 3,000 infantry finally collapsed, and some of them threw away their weapons and fled.

"Bastards, you all deserve to die!" Seeing that within an hour of the battle, deserters appeared, and Jebu naturally roared in anger.

The voice drifted away with the cold wind, but it could no longer summon back the soldiers who had no fighting spirit and fled. Although the coldness was still there, he didn't know when layers of cold sweat had broken out on Jebu's head, and this was the first time he had fought with the cavalry of Moge's lost department, he felt the gap, and he didn't even dare to imagine how long the army could withstand if he continued like this.

Also, why hasn't Su Jiajun come yet? Su Jiajun naturally came a long time ago. Compared with the thinness of the Mongolian army's war horses, only saddles and horse pedals, Su Jiajun's war horses were covered with a cotton blanket, which was still a cotton blanket with a red color.

In cold weather, it can better protect the temperature on the body of the war horse, so that they become more active, and they will run faster and fiercer.

Compared to those Mongolian soldiers, a thousand black horsemen all wore the most cold-resistant down jackets, which could not be said to be cold at all, but in comparison, they were far warmer than the Mongolian people.

Especially the lint hat on his head, which protects his whole face, and he can't feel the cold wind outside.

The thousand black horsemen who were very warm were not far away at this time, looking at the fighting Mengqi, and they had no intention of rushing to make a move.

From today onwards, whether it is the Mo Ge Lost Department or the Kaqi Department, they will only be the enemies of the Su family's army. That is the case, let them eat the dog first, the Su family army is here, as long as the Kaqi Department remains undefeated.

"General, the trained cavalry is different, you see that the cavalry of Mo Ge is lost, and the fight is obviously more disciplined and closely coordinated. On the other hand, the Kaqi Department is fighting completely with martial arts, and all of them are fighting alone, and they will definitely lose if this continues. Wang Can was by Ji Zhu's side, looking at the battle situation in front of him, expressing his feelings.

"Yes, the battlefield is never a place to fight alone. But when it comes to cooperation, these Mengqi are far inferior to the three-three system tactics taught to us by the young marshal, a group of three, relying on each other and borrowing from each other, this is the best tactic. Speaking of this, Ji Zhu was a burst of joy.

Originally, he came to repay his kindness, but now Su Shi has given him a broad world for development, and he is proud of his original choice.

"Yes, the cooperation of our black riders is the real cooperation. General, you see that it is almost over, I am waiting, I am afraid that the Kaqi Department will be defeated, are we going to make a move? Seeing that the battle had been going on for more than an hour, and on the battlefield, the Kaqi Division, which originally had the advantage of troops, was now at a numerical disadvantage, Wang Can immediately made a suggestion.

"Okay, everyone obey the order, raise your sword, and charge!" Ji Zhu's voice sounded, followed by a thousand black horsemen as a small team of battle teams, and they all pulled out the Longquan steel knife or golden dragon war knife on their bodies.

The steel knife shone with its own light in the heavy snow, and then the ground shook and the black knight attacked.

On the main battlefield, the battle has entered the white deterioration, many people are bloody, and many people are already out of breath at this time, just habitually wielding knives.

Among them, the number of cavalry in the Kaqi Department is already less than 2,000. Obviously, during this meeting, they not only lost thousands of infantry, but also killed thousands of cavalry.

On the other hand, Mo Ge's lost troops were obviously much stronger, with a total of less than 1,000 dead and wounded, and they continued to expand their gains in this meeting.

It is often they who are rushing, and the Kaqi Department is retreating. The Kaqi Department is indeed unable to withstand it, and with their personal bravery, they may not be able to fall behind when they fight for the first time, but after a long time, they will obviously not be the opponents of Mo Ge's lost troops.

When more and more people were killed and wounded, morale began to decline, and even fifty percent of the strength could not be brought into play.

If it weren't for Jebu's knowledge that he had reinforcements at home, he would have turned around and fled back to Gucheng now.

The only hope for the Black Rider finally appeared, just behind the Murphy Lost Division, in the direction of the cold wind.

"If there is enemy reinforcement, go back and stop them." There was another cavalry behind him, and it was all black horses and black horses, and Zidala had a bad feeling when he saw this.

hurriedly commanded the two young generals around him and asked them to lead the troops to stop the black cavalry. Even at this time, Zidala still had a hint of luck.

The cavalry that came would not be too powerful, so that they would soon be able to stabilize their positions again, and even kill all the strangers in front of them and recapture the fortified city is not impossible.

The truth is destined for Dara to be disappointed. This time it was the Black Rider who came, a more well-trained, better-equipped, and more tactically coordinated Black Rider.

Although only a thousand people came, when it came to combat strength, even the three thousand Mongolian cavalry led by Jebu would not be his opponent, not to mention that Zidala was arrogant and only sent five or six hundred cavalry to block the black cavalry, which was even more foolish.