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A scout in leather armor came to Kebineng's side and shouted, "A large Ottoman army has been found in the left front!"

Kebi can stare at the bull's eye: "How far is it?"

"Less than a hundred miles!"

Kebi opened his mouth wide in surprise: "So fast?"

He knew that the other party was coming from that building, a big fish. The crown prince, who is worthless in their eyes, is a treasure in the westerners.

Kebineng continued to ask, "How many!"

Scout: "Not less than 150,000, no more than 170,000, mostly infantry, but well equipped, among them about five thousand Byzantine heavy cavalry!"

Kebi could hear the words, licking his dry lips and the thick beard under his nostrils, a few drops of thick saliva sticking to his beard.

"That's 160,000?"

Kebineng's eyes turned up slightly, made a thinking gesture, and stretched out ten fingers: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten、、、、、、"

Finding that his fingers were not enough to snatch the hands of the person next to him and count: "Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen!"

"160,000! Not enough to cut it!"

Kebi could continue to talk to himself.

After speaking, he nodded like a self-talking neurosis: "En!"

With his left and right hands behind his head at the same time, he took off two wheeled axes from his back, and without giving an order, he burst into a shout and rode to his left front, which was the direction of the Ottoman army.

This guy he came too violently, and the marquis and patriarchs beside him all scratched their cheeks, you look at me, I look at you, with a puzzled face, what does the flag lord mean this.

After rushing out for nearly 500 meters, Kebineng opened his arms violently, and waved his wheel axe forward: "The warriors of the Yak Banner are going with me to catch slaves!" (After 500 meters, the people behind him couldn't hear what he was saying? ）

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The Viking warriors of the three columns of 100,000 yak flags began to whisper: "The banner lord has drunk too much again???"

When no one responded, Kebineng realized that something was wrong, and slammed the reins of the horse to stop the car.

"Why don't you guys follow me?" said Kobi as hard as he could, towards the rear.

The nobles in the front row shrugged their shoulders in unison: "You didn't give any orders just now, you just rushed out by yourself!"

Kebineng had a on his face.

"That's good! Lao Tzu now orders all the warriors of the Yak Banner to rush with me!

Kebineng crossed his waist and roared.

Nearly a hundred nobles nodded in unison.

Then he drew all kinds of weapons and roared: "Follow me!"

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The sound of 100,000 horses hitting the ground can almost be described as thunder, coupled with the neighing of knights on horses, it is simply a storm.

Billowing smoke and dust, the warriors of the 100,000 yak banners pounced on their left front, the position of the Ottoman army.

Ahem, cough, cough 、、、、、

A cough!

After the smoke and dust cleared, only one rider was left about 500 meters in front of the original riding array, and when I looked closely, it was the owner of the yak banner - Kebineng.

Kebi Neng stared at the bull's eye that was about to choose someone and devoured it, and while fanning the dust around him, he scolded: "Malay next door! Don't rush when it's time to rush, really rush, and pull Lao Tzu down!"

"When the battle is over!

After saying that, he rode forward quickly.

"The little cubs are waiting for me, you guys are going to be a fart without a command?"

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The prince from the floor took off his armor under the service of a group of guards, and also scratched his cheeks and watched, chasing out Kebineng: "What is the situation?"

Since the last time the Ottoman army defeated the royal army led by the Viking crown prince, Na Lou Lai, and the army cut melons and vegetables all the way, encountering small resistance forces, the army advanced about 100 kilometers without much effort, and occupied two open-pit iron mines.

At this moment, Hopkins, the marshal of the Ottoman army, was holding a banquet in his big tent of the Chinese army to celebrate his success, and he was sitting firmly in the center, with a group of generals on the left and right.

On the left of the nearest one is a greased and whitewashed man, the darling of the current Ottoman Emperor, a prostitute who castrated himself himself, who was once a smash hit in the Ottoman capital, and the dream lover of men with special fetishes in high society. A group of courtiers of the Ottoman Empire have all pinched their sweats, but fortunately, the current emperor is over 50 years old, and there are three princes, who seem to have only recently "bent"! With the crown prince, there is no fear, if there is no crown prince, in order to continue the royal bloodline, then the emperor can only be "straightened"! This is much more difficult to do! The name is Yameru, and he is here to mix his qualifications.

Ameloh was painted with pale lady's makeup, and her two faces were red, and she was dressed in a noble robe made of fine linen from the Babylonian Empire. The appearance is very delicate, and it can vaguely reveal a bit of masculinity, with a pale golden middle.

On the right side of Hopkins is a woman, very beautiful, about 35 years old, with long brown hair, although the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes reveal his age, but they add a bit of charm to her, dressed in women's chain mail, with a cold expression, with her hands on her shoulders, as if everyone owes him money. He is the sister of the Ottoman Emperor, Princess Sophia, who has come to oversee the army!

More than a dozen military prostitutes who accompanied the army were brought in by a fat quartermaster and distributed to the generals in turn like goods, and the anger in the big tent was instantly much more active.

Only the eunuch Yameru and the eunuch Princess Sophia, who were around Hopkins, still had a stern face.

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An Ottoman herald lifted the curtain of the big tent, and this unlucky herald was immediately looked at by several generals, who angrily pushed away the military prostitutes beside him.

Hopkins (about 60 years old) wisps his goatee: "Speak!"

Herald: "The Right Army sent a message that they were attacked by a full 100,000 cavalry of the Vikings! Heavy losses, the commander of the Right Route Army asked the 5,000 Byzantine heavy cavalry accompanying the army to attack several times, and the other side responded that they would not participate in the battle if they did not see your token Marshal!"

Hopkins slammed the glass on the ground: "These cunning Byzantines!"

After speaking, he took off a black token from his waist and pointed to a young general below: "You! Don't drink! Take my token and 30,000 light cavalry to aid the right army!"

The general knelt down on one knee to take the token and turned away without hesitation.

Princess Sophia, who had never spoken, said coldly: "We are too happy too early, these barbarians will not give in so easily!"

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"Knock Da Da ~ Knock Da Da ~~"

Heavy horses' hooves struck the cold earth, making a rhythmic dull symphony, and in this symphony of death, a strange cavalry of more than 5,000 horsemen suddenly protruded from the smoke and dust, and crushed the Viking warriors with the yak banner on the broken grass and loess. An icy chill spread endlessly across the field......

Seeing that this terrifying cavalry that had been hiding in the back of the army was finally dispatched, all the Viking warriors of the Yak Banner subconsciously gave up the charge and reflexively rushed back.

"Hiss~ God, what the hell is this?"

Many Viking recruits who went to war for the first time heard hissing breaths in the depths of their throats, Rao was mentally prepared and fearful, it seemed that they should be cavalry, but how could there have been such cavalry in the world? They are clearly the most terrible nightmares in people's sleep, ghosts that only appear in nightmares!

Fear, the fear of no spear spreads like a poisonous weed, and even a veteran of a hundred battles can't help but beat a drum in his heart. Because they have seen the power of this cavalry. So it's even more empty-hearted. Barbarians are also human beings, and they are also afraid, and they can kill Ottoman infantry and slash and slash enemies on horses, but there is really nothing they can do with these iron cans.

The west wind was fierce, and the smoke and dust flying in the sky finally clearly showed the hideous face of this strange cavalry in front of all the Viking warriors of the yak flag......

The whole body is cold, flashing with a miserable metallic glow!

Whether it is a war horse or a knight on horseback, they are all wrapped in cold silver heavy armor, the heads of knights and war horses are also covered by cold iron helmets, the head of the horse has a sharp firing pin the size of a human head, and there are layers of razors on the leg guards of the horse's hooves, and the whole thing is a metal monster!

These metal monsters swept over like a tide, carrying a crushing momentum, fear and helplessness raging in the hearts of Viking warriors, such cavalry ...... Even if you are given a sharp spear, you don't know where to poke ~~

"Purr~~"

In the sound of heavy horses' hooves, the sound of the war horse's nose sounded clearly again, and suddenly, the pure metal trident weighing about 100 catties in the knight's hand had been flattened down, pointing straight to the retreating yak flag main formation, and the fog gathered into a forest of cold tridents, and the sharp spear blade flashed with a cold cold, and death was beckoning to all the yak flag warriors.

Instinctively, Kobi rode his horse back and ducked into the rear, then turned back to the horse and roared hoarsely, "Don't panic. Don't retreat, you are the warriors of the Vikings, fight to the death, and move forward 、、、、、、、"

"Pay!!"

"Pay!!"

The sparse echo of echoes sounded in the yak flag array, with the marquis of Wanhu and the patriarch and the village chiefs in front, and the youngest Viking warrior behind. After several charges, the Viking warriors with more than 90,000 yak flags left in the land bravely and fearfully rushed towards the metal monster. Their arrows had already run out, and even if they had these metal monsters, they would be useless.

More than 5,000 heavy-armored iron horsemen swept like a tide, colliding with the nobles in the front row, like more than 100 sharp swords, and in an instant, the riding array of the yak flag was cut into countless messy, flesh and blood blurred small pieces, and in an instant, the yak flag people turned over on their backs, and the miserable howl sounded into a piece, and the flesh and blood were difficult to resist the grandeur of the heavy armor iron horse.

"Poof~"