"Cavalry, impact!" With this shocking shout, the Ming soldiers in front were surprised to see their cavalry actually going upstream, charging towards the rear of the Jurchen army.

The cavalry with Ye Qiu as the arrow, like a sharp blade, plunged into the belly of the Jurchen army.

From the beginning slowly, the speed gradually increased, and after a while, this cavalry of 3,000 people actually began to charge, and the Jurchens could not stop their impact at all.

The cavalry is facing head-on, and warriors must be used at the front, is there a warrior more fierce than Ye Qiu in this world!?

No.

In addition, there is also a Feng Hu who has practiced "Konghai Guanxin" for four years.

Therefore, the cavalry of the Ming army actually charged in the tidal array of Jurchen soldiers as if they were in a no-man's land, and the speed became faster and faster, cutting a road, and soon came to an open area.

Unag also saw that the other party was coming at him, "Pass the order, let the Mongols and our cavalry flank from both sides, and our infantry will be in front of the Ming army to block the retreat of this group of cavalry." ”

"Master, what about the Chinese army of the Ming army?" asked one of the generals under Unag.

"Let the Han army block them for me. Unag shook the whip in his hand with a snapping sound, showing his determination.

"Made, if you want to kill Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu would rather let go of all the Ming troops this time than kill you!"

Unag was out this time, and all the cavalry was transferred, even if the Ming army was defeated, it would be difficult for those Han infantry to annihilate them all.

But he doesn't care, as long as he can kill this Ye Qiu, he doesn't want to have nightmares at night anymore.

As for Ye Qiu, he didn't remember what kind of psychological trauma he had caused to this Jurchen general.

"The Jurchens seem to be trying to deal with us. Feng Hu rode on his horse, shot a Jurchen infantryman to death, and looked to the sides.

The smoke and dust raised showed that a large number of cavalry were charging towards them.

"No matter how many ways he comes, I'll just go all the way, follow me, accelerate and accelerate!"

Ye Qiu's body was already completely lying on the horse, and the horse under him was sweating profusely, but it was still accelerating under Ye Qiu's control, as if it was about to run until it died.

Unag patted the horse's neck uneasily, "The speed is not enough, let the cavalry on both wings speed up and continue to accelerate." ”

"Master, this hurts the horse too much, our people are easy to say, but the Mongols are afraid that they will not agree. ”

"Damn, what kind of horses do you care about at this time? tell them, all the losses Lao Tzu will make up for them, as long as we can kill the son in front of us, we will definitely be able to easily break into the hinterland of Daming, and we will have what we want when the time comes!"

"Wow!"

"They're also speeding up, and we're afraid it's too late. Feng Hu became a little anxious.

At this time, a black cloud had risen into the sky on the right, and the Mongols were shooting.

"Raise the shield!" Ye Qiu didn't have time to say anything, and shouted loudly.

"Where's your shield?" Feng Hu couldn't help but be anxious when he saw that Ye Qiu had neither armor nor a shield on his body except for a hundred battle knives.

"I don't need to. ”

"What nonsense!" Feng Hu threw the shield in his hand towards Ye Qiu, but was pushed back by Ye Qiu.

"Protect yourself. Ye Qiu shouted.

The sound of "whoosh", "knock" and "crackling" came, and the three thousand elite horsemen were protected by armor and thin iron shields, and even then nearly 100 people were shot off their horses, and even if they were not shot to death, they were determined to die after falling off the horses.

Many of the cavalrymen had arrows nailed to their armor.

Fortunately, the Mongols used light arrows, which were not very lethal.

"Accelerate, don't stop, keep accelerating!" Ye Qiu, who was taken care of, was hit by dozens of arrows, he only used a hundred battle knives to protect his head, and all the arrows that fell on his body bounced down, waving the knife and shouting loudly.

Feng Hu was stunned for a moment, then reacted and shouted: "Accelerate and accelerate, rush over!"

At this time, the Jurchen cavalry on the left also shot the arrows in their hands, their riding and archery skills were not as good as the Mongols, and the speed of their horses slowed down while shooting arrows.

However, the Jurchens used heavy arrows, which were more powerful, and this batch of shots caused the elite cavalry under Feng Hu to lose more than 300 people.

"Accelerate, accelerate, keep rushing!"

With Ye Qiu's roar, the remaining elite cavalry took advantage of the Jurchen cavalry's slowdown and rushed forward for another hundred meters.

The Mongol cavalry tore up.

More than 200 cavalry in the rear were entangled by the Mongols, and after a burst of sword fighting, they were drowned in the swarming Mongols.

There were still more than 2,000 people left in the 3,000 elite cavalry, and with an indomitable momentum, they collided with Unag's military formation.

Unag looked ahead, and the thunderous sound of horses' hooves grew closer and louder, until it became a roar.

Unag clenched the steel knife in his hand, "Come on, come on, I won't run again this time." ”

Ye Qiu turned around and saw that the cavalry army was like a huge torrent, and its morale was like a rainbow, sweeping towards the Jurchen army.

Suddenly, he felt that his whole body was boiling with blood, and a stream of pride spurted out of his heart, and he couldn't wait to jump away with the galloping war horse.

He raised the Hundred Battle Knife and roared with all his strength: "Accelerate...... Accelerate ......"

A deafening drum sound sounded in front of them, and the Jurchen warriors began to urge the restless war horses under their crotches, and they also began to slowly accelerate, Unag's face was cold and moved forward with the army, his eyes staring at Ye Qiu who was rushing to the front.

The Mongol cavalry on the flanks had already converged with the Jurchen cavalry and were chasing from behind the elite cavalry of the 2,000 Ming army.

"Kill!"

Rumble!

The cavalry of the Ming army and the Jurchen cavalry in front collided together, two thousand against three thousand, this is all the remaining soldiers and horses in the hands of Unag, all of them are cavalry.

One person, one horse, one sword rushed forward like a bamboo, and the Jurchen warriors fell one after another wherever they passed, and there was no enemy.

With long flowing hair dyed red with blood dancing wildly in the wind, Ye Qiu at this moment was like a demon in hell descending to the world, constantly harvesting life.

He waved his sword and shouted: "For my parents, brothers and sisters, kill ......"

Hoarse voices echoed across the battlefield.

Most of the Ming army in Liaodong were locals, and all of them had a blood feud with the Jurchens, and all of their relatives and friends died under the Jurchen swords.

In the past, there was a nest of rags, but at this moment, Ye Qiu first defeated the Jurchens with less victories, and then led the cavalry to attack the Jurchen formation, coupled with this shout, it immediately aroused the hatred and bloodiness of the Ming soldiers.

They echoed in unison: "Kill ......"

The sound of killing suddenly sounded, shaking the entire battlefield.

More Ming soldiers heard the chanting, and they followed behind with all their strength and shouted: "Kill ......"

The shouts of killing spread like a tidal wave.

Under the leadership of Ye Qiu and Feng Hu, the Ming army's iron cavalry was like a flood that broke the embankment, roaring, roaring all the way, roaring, carrying the wind and thunder in the sky, and killing the Jurchen army with a thunderous momentum.