On the lookout.

Zhang Fu's face was hideous, and he no longer had the demeanor of the British prince in the past, and the whole person was almost crazy, and even a little crazy.

Finally, the Ming army was still defeated, and under the impact of the Tatars like an iron cone, the phalanx was completely dispersed, and it was no longer able to block the cavalry onslaught.

It's over, it's over......

Zhang Fu almost collapsed, and the Rong Ma in this life has never had the despair of today.

Behind him is the Ming Emperor!

Zhang Fu looked back at the phalanx that tore a big hole, and tens of thousands of cavalry rushed in, rushing straight to the Chinese army, his heart was like ashes.

The end is already doomed, the Ming army is going to be defeated, and it won't even take two hours.

He wanted to be desperate to make everyone turn their guns and turn around to rescue Zhu Qizhen, but in the end he gave up.

It's too late, nothing can be changed, and turning back will not save the emperor, and turning back is equivalent to giving the back to the enemy, which will only make the one-sided situation completely reduced to slaughter.

There is no point in anything other than hastening the downfall.

All he could do was kill as many Tartars as possible before the whole army was annihilated, and that was the only thing he could do.

Zhang Fu's eyes were red, he wanted to cry, he really tried his best.

In a haze, he seemed to see a large number of Ming troops coming.

Well?

Zhang Fu rubbed his eyes and looked back again, it was really the Ming army, and the reinforcements had arrived!

In an instant, Zhang Fu, who was almost collapsed, all his spirit and spirit returned, and he muttered: "There is still hope, and there is still salvation!" ”

"Formation! Formation!! Zhang Fu yelled, "Stop them, our reinforcements have arrived ......!" ”

The standard-bearer immediately raised the flag and conveyed Zhang Fu's military order to the soldiers.

In fact, many people have seen it, and the appearance of nearly 20,000 people is difficult not to see.

The morale of the Ming army has risen sharply!

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Tokhtopolo's heart sank, according to his estimates, the reinforcements of the Ming army would have to wait for about three days at the earliest, and he didn't even send people to the front to reconnoiter in order to attack with all his might.

Such a quick support, and not cavalry, how did they do it...... Tokhtar Polo was quite uncomfortable.

At this moment, he empathized with Zhang Fu.

The Ming army couldn't afford to lose, because the emperor was here, but the Tatars couldn't afford to lose either, and they didn't get much bargain in this battle.

The Ming Dynasty is rich and rich, and the loss of tens of thousands is nothing, but the Tatars cannot afford to lose.

This time, more than 80,000 warriors came, accounting for two-thirds of the entire Tatar department, and if they didn't grab anything, it would be absolutely unacceptable to take tens of thousands of them in vain.

Tokhtopolo shouted loudly: "Rush straight to the Chinese army, ignore the rest, and capture the Ming Emperor alive!" ”

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"Phalanx!" Shi Heng shouted, "The shield soldiers and spearmen stepped forward, and the broadsword soldiers were in the center, and they were pushed forward!" ”

Shi Heng's thinking is correct, the Ming army is currently under attack, and it is tantamount to wishful thinking to immediately recover the decline, only by blocking their charge first and stabilizing the formation can Xu Tu advance backward.

Li Qing took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the knife, and the true qi in his body exploded.

It's been a long time, and it's been a long time since he's fought on the battlefield.

Eighteen thousand soldiers formed a phalanx and advanced methodically towards the battlefield from the flanks and fronts.

Five, four, three...... A quarter and a half hours later, the official arrival on the battlefield was made.

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"The Ming army is mighty! Kill......!! ”

Li Qing's breath was melodious, and the cold and killing voice came from far and wide, invisibly giving the soldiers in front of him a sense of steadiness.

A sense of solidarity when reinforcements arrived.

has arrived at the battlefield, and Li Qing has no scruples.

Shi Heng was the commander-in-chief of the garrison in Datong, and he had just fought against the Tatars, so he didn't need to worry too much.

Li Qing took the lead and went straight to the direction of the surging Chinese army.

"Dang Chang~! Puff puff puff ......"

Li Qing held a horse chopping knife in his hand, dancing like a windmill, rubbing and being injured, and dying when he touched it, as if he was looking at the god of killing.

"Hurry up, hurry up......!" Li Qing's heart was like frying oil, and the situation was much worse than he thought.

They caught up, but they didn't catch up completely, and Zhu Qizhen's army had already been defeated.

Li Qing couldn't wait to grow his wings, flew directly to Zhu Qizhen's side, and then took him away, but the reality was on the battlefield, no matter how much he participated in the cultivation, it would be useless to face thousands of people and thousands of iron horses.

More than ten Tatar iron horsemen lay in front of them, blocking Li Qing's advance.

"Death ——!to those who stand in my way"

Li Qing burst into tears, and when he swung it, the blade of the horse chopping knife trembled.

The Tatar soldier who bore the brunt of the attack saw a cold light slashing like lightning, and he had no time to dodge, so he could only rely on his battle instinct to block with his sword.

"Click... Burst......! ”

A bloody light rose into the sky, and the slasher easily cut off the Tartar's blade, slashed off the Tartar's shoulder, and directly cut him diagonally in two;

The chopping knife continued to go down diagonally, and the remaining momentum was unabated, breaking the skin and bones, from top to bottom, the war horse did not have time to suffer, and the huge horse's head was cut off by the way.

It's a long story, but in fact, it's just between lightning and flint, and Li Qing's style of this knife is too domineering, so that both sides of the fierce battle within a radius of seven or eight meters were stunned for a moment.

Li Qing's blow was just fierce, but there was no delay after losing his strength, and while the Tartar in front of him was stunned, the horse chopping knife that had been rolled up took off his hand and flew away.

Straight through the chest of the Tartar directly opposite!

Li Qing jumped up, snatched the opponent's Mongolian horse, slammed the reins of the horse, made a 180° turn, and galloped away.

Fast, too fast.

Kill two people and a horse in a row, just two breaths.

Li Qing's seven-rank official uniform was soaked in blood, dripping down, and his face was bright red, looking hideous and distorted.

All the way forward, Li Qing was invincible, and the murderous aura seemed to be substantial, which was terrifying.

However, the good times did not last long, in the chaotic battlefield, the personal force value was limited, Li Qing could keep himself safe, but he couldn't protect the war horse under his crotch and was not harmed.

'Sigh Rhythm ......' The war horse neighed, and it was cut off by the horse's legs, and it was planted to the ground suddenly, and at the same time, Li Qing flew out.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow stabbed obliquely, at a sharp angle, extremely fast.

Li Qing's five senses were super strong, but he was in mid-air, and he had nowhere to borrow his strength, so he twisted his body with all his might, and the arrow shot away against the tip of his nose.

As soon as he landed, another arrow struck.

"Whoosh!"

This time, Li Qing's feet were on the ground, and he was no longer embarrassed just now, and directly reached out to grab it.

The high-speed flying arrow was held by him, Li Qing flicked his backhand, and the arrow returned the same way, the speed was still better than that of Fang Cai, and a scream sounded not far away, followed by the sound of falling horses.

Li Qing didn't have time to look more, he rose from the ground, kicked the Tartar on the flying horse, grabbed the scimitar in his hand, grabbed the war horse and continued to move forward.

Time is too precious, he can't waste the slightest, he wants to find Zhu Qizhen as quickly as possible.

But with tens of thousands of enemy troops in front of him, and a steady stream of Tartars rushing in, how could Li Qing be as easy as he wanted.

The closer you get to the position of the Chinese army, the more Tartars you face, and they are almost airtight.

With the blessing of true qi, Li Qing can be as light as a swallow, but after all, he can't fly in the real sense, and can only overcome obstacles all the way.

Kill, kill, kill...... Li Qing didn't know how many he had killed.

His robe was soaked with blood, and his face was covered with blood red, and he didn't have time to wipe it, so he moved forward as fast as he could......

But the so-called fastest speed is not much faster than an ordinary walk.

There were too many enemies, far more than the Ming army.

Li Qing's heart was sinking little by little, and the facts told him that the Chinese army had collapsed, and it collapsed badly......

To live to see people, to die to see corpses...... Li Qing gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

Despite the situation, Li Qing still felt that Zhu Qizhen was most likely still alive.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the supreme ruler; The soldiers of the Ming army, Dongchang Fanzi, and Jinyi guards will all protect them to the death.

Even the hostile Tatars would not kill Zhu Qizhen.

Kill Zhu Qizhen, no matter who takes over, he will fight with the Tatars and avenge Zhu Qizhen, which the Tatars will not know.

The living Zhu Qizhen is a treasure and an infinite wealth, and the dead Zhu Qizhen will not only not provide any benefits, but will become a disaster for the Tatars.

"Click!"

The scimitar in Li Qing's hand, which had already been curled, could no longer bear it and was broken into two.

"What the hell, grass!" Li Qing scolded the Tartars for not knowing how to smelt iron, and while they broke out and killed the enemy with a broken knife.

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The knife cut off one after another, and finally, Li Qing killed near the Ming army marshal camp.

Here, there are obviously more Ming troops, and there are many brocade guards, and the two sides are fighting hard.

"The Ming army is still there!" Li Qing murmured in a low voice, his eyes brightened.