If they were replaced by Tartars, at other times, they would have developed enough confidence in the perennial battles with the Ming army.

Facing the current situation with his nostrils facing the sky, he specified that he would act spontaneously without even thinking about it in his heart and without giving orders.

Along the front of the Suifeng pier, the slope and entrance that had been blown out rushed in like a tide.

Now it's different, obviously you just need to sprint a few steps along that slope to rush up; But in the face of such a seemingly low-hanging fruit, even some of the Tartars closest to there did not dare to act, and their hearts hesitated.

Up to now, Hu Biao and others have proved some things with practice.

Among them, the most impressive for the Tartars is:

The Ming army of Suifengdun will definitely not be like Nikan in other places, as long as it is officially engaged, it will soon be defeated, but it will definitely hold out to the last man.

What's more, they don't know how many deadly defensive equipment Hu Biao still has in their hands.

As soon as they thought of the various lime powder, oil they had faced, poisonous smoke, explosions, and other encounters in the previous time, their hearts unconsciously became furious.

God knows how many oddities these Nikans still have in their hands, but damn things await them.

As long as they thought of such a point, that kind of Jingjun that almost originated from the soul made their legs a little disobedient, and they didn't dare to rush up at all.

And the subsequent changes can be regarded as the last straw that overwhelmed their hearts.

In the hesitation of these Tartars, soon after, several Ming sabers and shields blocked the gap, and then there were several Ming soldiers on top of the position, with sharp spears in their hands.

All of a sudden, in this way, a flesh-and-blood defense line was formed at the gap.

The bodies and shields of these people were all full of sharp arrows without exception, but the formation was immovable.

And the guy who was supposed to be the leader of the defenders, with a torch in one hand and a cloth bag in the other that they remembered vividly.

He yelled at them frantically: "Come on, come on, continue to come if you have the ability." ”

Among the Tartars in front of the pier, there are actually not many people who can understand Chinese.

But at such a time, just by looking at Hu Biao's posture, they can figure out what the roar in each other's mouths means.

When I saw Hu Biao holding a cloth bag in one hand and lighting the torch in the other hand, it was like lighting a two-kick.

The great sense of dread formed by the last explosives pack finally crushed the Tartar attackers, their last psychological defense.

Yu Ding, a Tartar closest to Hu Biao, threw down a long knife in his hand after trembling all over, turned around and ran wildly.

He didn't want to be killed by this thing, but now his mind was blank, and he couldn't care about all the consequences.

Seeing this, a low-ranking officer of the Tartar was able to share Bashku, and originally wanted to pull out the throwing gun he was carrying behind his back and stab this cowardly fellow to prevent some subsequent situations from happening.

But it was too late, and the escape of that one Yu Ding quickly aroused the fear of more people.

Then more Tartars turned around and ran, including not only Yu Ding, but also Niu Lu Zhong Bu Jia, and even Ma Jia and other Zheng Ding warriors.

Now it's tantamount to saying that no matter what he does, it's too late.

In great desperation, this Bashiku had to retreat with the flow of people.

At the moment of retreating, he felt a great relief in his heart; The opponent in front of him was too strong, so strong that his heart was filled with fear.

It's just that as a well-known strong man in Niu Lu, his last insistence made him endure it and didn't show this cowardice.

And after seeing this scene, the commander of the Tartar army, Bai Yintu originally wanted to say something.

But as soon as the throat was hot, a mouthful of old blood spit out, and the whole person fell down with his head held high.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he heard a series of anxious voices in his ears that should be Lao Tzu's guards, shouting anxiously, 'Master, Master'......

At the same time, looking at the tartar that the tide receded, Hu Biao's eyes were also dark, his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.

To be honest, at this time in the world, he is also at the end of his crossbow.

In the fierce battle, the huge consumption of physical and mental strength, as well as the wounds that his body could not deal with, made him quite weak now.

However, he also knew that he must not fall at such a time, otherwise the Tartars who had just collapsed would not be able to raise their morale again.

Once the offensive is renewed, the current good situation will be immediately destroyed.

So when it was dark in front of him, he bit his lip fiercely with his teeth, and used severe pain to cheer himself up.

Fortunately, Hu Biao straightened up again in a blink of an eye, and the Tartar side in a panic did not find such a flashing small situation.

*******

I don't know how long it took, but Bai Yintu, a member of the Tartar clan and a third-class viscount, finally woke up slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he could see that he was lying in a tent, surrounded by his subordinates, Niu Lu Ezhen, Pashku, personal soldiers and others.

Even Fu Chaheng, who had been unconscious before, woke up, and like everyone else, he looked at himself with a nervous expression.

Remembering everything he had before he fell into a coma, he immediately asked a question, and his voice was so hoarse after opening his mouth that even he was a little surprised:

"What time is it, and how long have I fainted?"

"Master, you haven't fainted for long, it's about three o'clock in the afternoon." After hearing this, a pro-soldier hurriedly answered.

Then after this question, the people in the tent fell silent for a long time.

It seems that everyone doesn't know what to say for a while.

It wasn't until they looked at each other privately that after reaching some consensus, the subordinates led by the two surviving Niu Lu Ezhen suddenly fell to their knees and pleaded in their mouths:

"Master, we can't fight anymore, otherwise all the warriors under our Niu Lu will be finished, what should we do in the future?"

Seeing this, Bai Yintu immediately smiled bitterly.

He knew that the hearts of his warriors had been defeated by those Ming troops in Suifengdun.

If you send your men in time to force the bullet pressure before you faint, stop such a rout, and drive them to continue the attack.

I believe that after a few more deaths, we will definitely be able to take down here.

Just after the fight down? There are no more benefits than export gas.

And during the period of time when he fainted, the subordinates who clearly felt the casualty figures and saw the miserable conditions of others were completely unable to fight after reacting.

I don't think it's necessary, and I will continue to stumble here.

One of the most obvious thoughts is if Fu Chaheng is a bull record really.

Under the repeated forceful attacks, he has lost confidence, and now he finally reacts, if he really kills all his warriors here, then he will be the sinner of the entire Niu Lu after he goes back.

At this moment, the disadvantages of the insufficient total population of the Tartar side are clearly displayed.

Seeing this, Bai Yintu could only accept the reality, and thought of some subsequent arrangements of the army; First of all, retreat from the front of the Suifeng Pier, that is a certain thing.

Losing this battle will definitely become a huge stain on his life.

Second, even if you retreat, you can't immediately return the way you came. Otherwise, with the current low morale of the army, it will not be able to recover for a long time.

There have to be some other ways to restore morale.

For example, to plunder and kill, to slaughter a group of sheep-like Nikan people, to rob them of their food, their silver, their women, everything.

Let the warriors under his command lift their morale again.

After thinking of this, his mouth began to command one by one:

"Aote, your Niu Lu has basically no losses, and now continue to set off along the road with the advance of the army; I remember that a fortified city with defenses should not be left alone, and it would be good to leave a little people to watch.

As long as I find some other villages, kill them for me, and if there are any resistances, I will cut them all.

The people, supplies, and large cattle were all taken away, and finally I was given a fire to burn all the villages and forts, so that they would know how good we were.

The others followed with the corpses of the wounded and warriors, but as for the corpses under the mound, they left it alone. ”

Under such an order, the eyes of the Tartars present lit up one after another, and even the expressions on their faces were full of cruelty, and their morale suddenly rose a lot.

The next action finally returned to the rhythm that they were familiar with.

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