Zhao Yu threw the tartar off the horse, sat on the saddle, reached out to hold the reins, inserted his feet into the stirrups, and picked up the war knife in the direction of the cavalry charge. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He followed the cavalry charge, slashing left and right.

In just a few breaths, before those Tatar cavalry could react, dozens of people died around them!

With lightning and flint, the Tartar general was beheaded, and almost all the dozens of horsemen and guards around him were killed. The entire cavalry team with a black line suddenly broke in the middle.

Only at this time did the left and right Tartar cavalry react.

The reins of the reins, the exclamations of exclamation, the screams of screams.

And Zhao Yu won't stop.

The Tartars are in chaos, it's a good time to kill!

He pulled the reins, and with a smack of his horse, Hirolu, he rushed to the left. Everywhere they passed, people's heads were rolling and rivers of blood flowed.

That sword of war, the dance will rise, and you can't even see the shadow. It is clearly a bright moon, covering him and the war horse in it. It's like the wheel of history, crushing by.

A passage formed of flesh and blood is so conspicuous in the chaos of the army.

The ferocity of the Tartars, especially the killing of Hauge, although it caused chaos among the Tartars, it also provoked the ferocity of these Tartars. Hao Ge is the son of Huang Taiji, the rightful heir of the Qing Dynasty, and the banner owner of the Blue Banner, he was killed like this, if he doesn't take the murderer, how can he explain to Huang Taiji when he goes back? !

A scuffle is going on in the middle of the wilderness.

On one side there are more than 1,000 Tartar spirit riders, but on the other side there is only one person.

At the beginning, it was a shout of killing, which shook the sky and the earth. Countless cavalry rushed back and forth with Zhao Yu in the wilderness, but only a headless corpse was left!

After a stick of incense, two or three hundred people were killed and their heads were killed!

Zhao Yu's eyes are precise, his strength is exquisite, his power skills are unparalleled, and every knife is accurate to the neck. Those Tartar cavalrymen, except for the loss of their heads, everywhere else, were intact.

After two or three hundred dead, the morale of the Tartars plummeted.

Two or three hundred men were already one-fifth or sixth-of-the-whole cavalry. The casualty rate is close to 20 percent! For example, the armies of the barbarians are fierce and fierce, but they have always been accustomed to fighting with the wind. Once frustrated, it is absolutely impossible to be like the elite of the Han people, who can fight until not a single soldier surrenders.

Barbarians, the habit of surrender, are imprinted deep in their blood.

Whether it is the incomparably strong Xiongnu or the elite soldiers of the Yuan and Mongolian periods, they are all the same.

The reason for this lies in the foundation of the civilization level. Because the real elite of the Han people often has an insistence. It can be called the soul of the army. Roughly for the country and the nation, it is sacrificed, and it is not hesitated.

But the barbarians have no such background.

At present, the Tartars have not yet occupied the Central Plains, and they do not have the courage to dominate the world. Although Huang Taiji has taken entering the Central Plains as a national policy. But how many of the soldiers below have such an awareness?

Or the inherent thinking of the barbarians, robbery.

Grab the benefits and leave, and retreat when you encounter difficult bones.

After losing two or three hundred people, the morale of these cavalry was reduced to a considerable level, and even the shouts of killing were muffled.

But there are always some smart people, such as those in the middle and lower ranks.

Shouting loudly to boost morale.

On the one hand, Hauge died, Huang Taiji would not be a threat. On the one hand, Zhao Yu's physical strength was about to be exhausted.

So the morale was beaten, and then it rose again.

But who knew that Zhao Yu's physical fitness was a humanoid monster!

Just a stick of incense and slashing, just warmed up!

He is full of qi and blood, his qi return speed is outrageously fast, and his physique is extraordinary, and he has considerable self-healing ability. Moreover, except for the moment when the head of the Tartar general was cut off before, there was a slight outbreak of eight costs, and then only five costs were taken out.

There has always been room for power.

It was the fear that the killing would be too terrifying, so that these cavalry fled.

He's not happy yet!

The Tartar boosted his morale and played into his heart.

Although Zhao Yu couldn't understand the crooked chatter of the tartars, he could sense the change in morale. And my heart rejoiced.

As soon as his heart turned, he looked like he was about to be exhausted, and forced a few beads of sweat out of his head, and then collected one percent of his strength, only showing forty percent.

Sure enough, let the Tartar cavalry spirit array.

Another burst of slashing.

This time it was two sticks of incense, and two or three hundred people were beheaded by Zhao Yu.

This time, the morale fell, and it was never brought up again.

I don't know who roared in horror, and in an instant, the remaining eight or nine hundred Tatar cavalry exploded and fled in all directions!

Zhao Yu's heart was stunned, and he secretly said helplessly.

If only these Tartars could fight to the end, and as for each soldier, it would be good.

With so many people scattered and fled, Zhao Yu didn't have the skill of clone, so where could he chase him? He had to choose a cavalry with the largest number of people, about 100 people, and chase and kill them.

The horse's foot strength made Zhao Yu frown. After this fight, the horses under the seat were already tired. What's more, even if it is an energetic horse, its speed Zhao Yu can't look down on. So he simply abandoned the war horse, spread his footsteps, and chased wildly.

With Zhao Yu's foot strength, the chase was outrageously fast.

The cavalry was caught up by Zhao Yu before they could escape a mile in a panic.

Naturally, these Tartars are not ghosts or gods, and their instinct to survive makes them rebel.

So there were Tartar cavalry left behind the broken queen.

I only heard the sound of the strings, and the other kung fu of the Tartars, shooting, was revealed.

In the previous scuffle, bows and arrows were useless. At this time, the chase and escape, just widen the distance, and the bow and arrow can come in handy.

But Zhao Yu ignored these arrows - Hugh said that he was covered in steel and iron bones, and even if these arrows were shot on his body, he would not be able to break the skin. Speaking of his reflexes, as soon as the arrow was fired, he had already adjusted his posture, and without slowing down, he gave way to all of them.

Not a single arrow had any effect on him.

Breathe hard, catch up, chop melons and vegetables, and kill all the ten or twenty people after the break.

In this way, these more than 100 people were all killed by Zhao Yu after only taking out three or five miles of land. Then Zhao Yu found the right direction and hoisted some other fleeing tartars.

This killing, between chasing and fleeing, is half an hour.

And in the distance, he saw the great camp of the Tartars.

The routs of the Tartars, of course, will not run around. Unless the main force collapses, the rout will instinctively return to the main force. So Zhao Yu seized this flaw and killed all the way towards the Tartar camp, and when he arrived at the edge of the Tartar camp, at least 1,000 of the 1,500 cavalry died under Zhao Yu's knife!

Those Tartar routs who had been frightened finally returned to the Tartar camp by luck. Zhao Yu paused a mile outside the camp.

He raised his long knife and prepared to throw it and kill one more person.

But at a glance, he saw that the blade was shiny, and he didn't see a gap, so he put away the knife: "But it's a good knife, just for use." ”

This knife is Hauge's war knife, and its quality is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary soldiers.

After killing thousands of people, he didn't even roll his blade, and he was indeed a divine soldier.

Just cast it out like this, probably Zhao Yu was a little reluctant. It's rare to find a weapon that is a little bit handy, and it's not worth it to throw it just to kill someone.

Seeing that some of the panicked routs rushed into the camp, Zhao Yu did not leave immediately. He stood a mile away, carefully surveying the camp of the Tartars.

I was a little eager to try.

"Do you want to take this opportunity and kill it directly?"

He was secretly calculating.

In the end, he shook his head in denial.

After the previous fight, although the physical strength is still abundant, it has consumed a lot after all. This Tartar battalion of tens of thousands of troops is the real army of thousands of horses, it is easy to rush in, it is not difficult to rush out, the key is that in the crowd, you can't find the Tartar Emperor, after beating the grass and startling the snake, it will be difficult to cut off the head of the Tartar Emperor.

So Zhao Yu shook the long knife, shook the blood on the knife, carried it on his shoulder, and reached out to touch the head of the Tartar general who had been hanging around his waist, Shi Shiran turned around and left.

About a moment later, the Tartars rushed out of the camp.

At the head was Dord.

When Huang Taiji heard that his eldest son had been beheaded, he was furious and wanted to kill all the routs who fled back as a burial. But in a moment of excitement, he spurted out a mouthful of old blood and poured it directly.

So there was another period of chaos.

Because of this, after a while, the Tartar army rushed out. At this time, Zhao Yu had already disappeared without a trace.

Dordor was just for show.

Listening to the rout talk about the god-killing power, Duoduo was also terrified. There is such a character, with his own strength, not to mention the capture of the flag, and only two of the five Niu Lu's elite horses were killed!

Thousands of spirits died under his sword!

O fierce god!

How could there be such a person?

But the hundreds of routs who fled back, each of them said so, and the problem became clear!

There is indeed such a person, a man and a barbarian, who almost wiped out an army with a knife!

Such a fierce god even chased the rout all the way to the outside of the camp, what a madman this is?!

What kind of courage and courage is this?!

Dare to chase the rout soldiers to the camp of tens of thousands of troops in the Qing Dynasty, it is the elite soldiers of the Ming State who have poured out the whole country, and I am afraid that they will not have the courage.

These kinds of characters are clearly the peerless fierce generals like the Chu Bawang, Li Yuanba, and Li Cunxiao mentioned in the book! Among the ten thousand armies, taking the head of the general is like probing the bag and taking the ear!

Duoduo didn't feel that he had many chances against such a person.

I'm afraid that if I don't have the same as Hauge, I will be beheaded first!

"There are so many heroes of the Han people!"

Duoduo lamented in his heart.

So he only slipped the army around the camp and went back.

At this time, Huang Taiji also woke up. So he said: I fled, and there was no trace.

Huang Taiji is also helpless.

It's just that kind of character, single-handedly, in this reckless wilderness, if you want to leave, tens of thousands of troops will be scattered, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to find.

I had to suppress my anger and sorrow in my heart.

After all, he is a character of the heroic level, and he began to think about what impact such an existence would have on the current war.