"Kill—"

A brown and yellow war horse suddenly flew out of Sanli to the north of Danzhu Mountain, and it was the centurion of the Guards Nali Burai who roared angrily and killed him with a ninety-six-pound iron rod.

To say that this iron rod was originally Sima Cheng's weapon, or Miao Sanguan's specially cast cloud dragon and phoenix stick with a huge amount of money. Now Sima Cheng wants to command the Five Thunder God Machines on the mountain, which is not useful at all.

Although Naliburai's full moon scimitar is sharp, it will curl its blade once it is in a scuffle, and the staying power and deterrence of the battle are still not enough.

Sima Cheng readily gave his iron rod to Nali Burai, hoping that he would open the scoring and catch the enemy by surprise.

The moire dragon and phoenix stick is seven feet long and weighs ninety-six pounds. Not only is it more than two feet longer than the full moon scimitar, but it is also heavier than I don't know how many times.

The so-called one-inch-long and one-inch-strong, seven-foot-long dragon and phoenix stick naturally takes advantage of the frontal rush to fight against the full moon scimitar.

Naliblay rushed out with a horse, and the dragon and phoenix stick swept away, and the two guys who rushed to the front of the enemy on the spot, even smashed them down with knives.

He suddenly came out to take the lead, and the enemy's vanguard was suddenly in chaos.

One hundred and twenty horses behind Naliblay jumped up from the grass at the same time, taking advantage of the chaos to kill the enemy and block the enemy's way.

Xiong Kaishan rode alone on the hillside and did not immediately rush down, and Wu Changjin's hundred-man team had not yet come out of the grass.

This is also a predetermined plan.

Naliblay was the first to take the enemy by surprise, which was a dismount, drawing all the enemy's attention.

When the enemy found out that there were only about a hundred people in Naliburai, and his heart was relaxed, Wu Changjin's cavalry archery team suddenly came out, broke up the enemy's impact formation from behind the enemy with a burst of arrows, and then carried out a front and rear flanking attack.

The two sides collided head-on, and suddenly people turned on their backs.

In cavalry duels, the emphasis is on the impact of the horse team, as well as the lethality as a sharp knife.

The dragon and phoenix stick in Naliburai's hand was like a green dragon circling and flying, and in an instant, the enemy's formation was cut through the middle, and the one hundred and twenty brothers behind him followed in a wild goose feather formation, as if a wedge was driven into the enemy's ranks.

"Shoot the arrows—"

Although Wu Changjin had not participated in the big battle, now the enemy in front of him was divided to both sides, and just half of the people retreated to the range of his ambush.

Shooting an arrow behind the enemy is simply shooting the target, not only is there no difficulty, but there is no danger, and there is absolutely time to aim and release the arrow.

One hundred and twenty-one five-stone bows were opened, and each of them shot three arrows in a row, and more than three hundred and sixty arrows were shot out in one breath, and more than two hundred people scattered by the enemy suddenly turned over and fell off their horses with arrows in their backs.

A group of enemies in this place directly in front of Xiong Kaishan were not hit by bows and arrows, so more than two hundred people were adjusting their formation, preparing to counterattack Naliburai and his more than a hundred brothers.

"Kill—"

Xiong Kaishan was waiting for this opportunity, and as soon as he urged the war horse under his crotch, he swooped down from the halfway up the mountain.

Shouting behind the enemy is not only to cheer yourself up, but also to give the enemy a slap in the face.

Then the double hammer was out, and then the bow was fired left and right, and the enemy was struck through the left rib.

The enemy had not yet woken up from the panic, and Xiong Kaishan came in from behind and broke the team in half.

Xiong Kaishan did not stop, and his target was not more than two hundred enemies.

The black horse under his crotch seemed to flash like a black light, and rushed straight forward, aiming at an enemy general who was in a stalemate with Nalibri.

Xiong Kaishan kept staring at this guy when he was halfway up the mountain, because he was dressed differently.

It turned out to be a cuirass general who was about the same as himself, and in his hand was a spear that was rare among Mongolian soldiers.

Xiong Kaishan suddenly appeared behind the enemy general without making a sound, and still did not say hello, and the hammer in his right hand had already slashed down with all his strength.

Pop, Xiong Kaishan's right hand hammer was not long enough, so he didn't want to smash the enemy, but directly smashed it on the enemy's horse's buttocks.

Poof, no matter how powerful the enemy's war horse is, it can't withstand Xiong Kaishan's hard blow, and his hip bones are shattered on the spot and he sits on the ground, and the general on horseback is also thrown out.

Naliblay was originally on a par with the enemy generals, but when he saw Xiong Kaishan rushing over, he was still ready to retreat. I didn't expect that I, the deputy commander, would talk about the rules of fighting alone, and it would be a sneak attack.

Seeing the enemy thrown out of his horse, Naliblay was overjoyed and urged his horse to step forward with a backhand, which had already smashed the enemy's head into a rotten watermelon.

"Congratulations to Brother Nalibrey, this is one of the enemy's commanders, you have done a great job!

Xiong Kaishan gave Nali Burai a hammer to relieve the siege, turned the horse's head and shouted wildly, and then turned back to kill back, making a second impact on the enemy's formation.

Two ambushes in a row would have already crushed the enemy, and if it weren't for the harshness of Mongol slavery, it would have collapsed long ago in other troops.

Even so, now that the commander of the army has died, the enemy's morale has been severely frustrated again, and the momentum has dropped to the extreme.

Plus the rest are centurions, although they are extremely strong, but in front of Xiong Kaishan's double hammer, there is no one to join in.

In less than a breath, Xiong Kaishan slashed three centurions in a row with one enemy, killing one from the enemy's formation.

With Xiong Kaishan opening the way with a double hammer in front, and behind him there was a big stick of Nali Burai that swept straight across the road, followed by more than a hundred warriors waving scimitars, and between the snow, it was simply a killing god descending into the world.

After this chaotic battle, especially Wu Changjin's cavalry archery team killed nearly 200 people in three rounds of random arrows, and there were only more than 100 enemies left from more than 500 enemies.

Xiong Kaishan and they are victorious here, and the south of Danzhu Mountain is already tense and about to explode.

Sima Cheng and his brothers on the top of the mountain naturally saw it clearly, and when they saw their brothers as if they were in a no-man's land, killing the enemy on their backs, their hearts were even more enthusiastic.

Sima Cheng and the others looked at it, but the reaction of the enemy's follow-up troops was just the opposite.

It turned out that the small river turned east on the west side of Danzhu Mountain, and although the south slope could hear the shouts of killing in front of the mountain, the specific battle scene could not be seen.

The enemy's second phalanx of 500 men escorted the convoy over, and it was not at all known what was happening to the north of Danzhu Mountain.

Because this should be regarded as the territory of the Chechen Khan's stronghold, outsiders will not come.

Now that his vanguard has just passed, there are shouts of killing, what is going on? The people behind are not clear.

The Uzhumuqin tribe migrated north, and Dorji and Erdeni had already communicated with the Chechen Khan Shuo Lei, and the other party had agreed.

Now there was a shout of killing, an unexpected turn of events that gave a blow to those who migrated north.

Could it be that the Chechen Khan Shuo Base temporarily changed his mind and repented of it? Or was the Chechen Khan Shuo Base originally a ploy to lure the enemy?

The commander of the army could not make up his mind, of course, he had to consult his master Dorji.

Dorji was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a brown horsewhip in his hand and a blue silk pointed hat topped with a pinch of pure white animal fur and a round satin with gold trim.

He wears a purple silk placket with brocade trimmed robes, a yellow silk belt around his waist, and a pair of fragrant cowhide short-nosed Mongolian boots embroidered with yellow silk thread in the shape of bird claws.

On the right side hangs a large sandalwood scabbard wound with fine copper wire, equipped with ivory chopsticks and an ivory waist knife. The brass with the moire pattern on the left rib wears a brass fire sickle engraved with a moire pattern.

Dorji got out of the car and hadn't yet stood still, and the shouting from the north had stopped abruptly. Immediately afterwards, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves, and a tall horse that was not gray and did not slip away had turned out of Danzhu Mountain.

With a neighing of horses, the tall horses stopped on the road by the creek, blocking the passage to the north.

Dorji turned his head to see that a young general was sitting on horseback, holding a pair of sledgehammers in his hands, wearing a large cowhide felt hat, wearing a silver-white breastplate, and a white robe, which looked majestic.

It was none other than Xiong Kaishan, the deputy commander of the hussar battalion.

It turned out that after the remaining 100 or so enemies in the north were surrounded, Naliblay began a simple round of propaganda: "We are not here to kill, but to stop your great migration." Lay down your arms, leave your horses, and don't kill. Resist to the end, shoot and kill!"

These words were shouted by Xiong Kaishan when he mentioned the internal force during the last night attack on Gahamunoyan, and later it became the slogan of the hussar battalion.

Naliblay shouted today, barely changing a word.

It has become customary for ethnic wars not to kill people.

So Naliblay roared, and the shouting of killing stopped abruptly.

The battle was over, and Xiong Kaishan gained insight again.

With a wave of his hand, the tiger and wolf warrior behind him immediately flew off his horse and pounced.

Prince Xiong thought that the brothers were going to slaughter the captives, and he was just about to stop them, but a scene that puzzled him appeared.

The brothers pounced on him and did not kill anyone, nor did they hit anyone. Instead, he untied his swords and hung them on his saddles, and then went to the side to take off their belts, take off their hats, and be done.

The bear prince was indeed surprised: "Brother Naliburai, what's going on?"

"For us Mongolians, the hat is as important as the head. We can not kill them, but they are responsible for their actions, so taking off their hats is atonement. The belt represents the integrity of the Mongol warriors, and it is the rule that captives cannot wrap their belts. ”

After some sorting, less than one hundred and fifty of the five hundred enemies were actually killed on the spot, and most of them were wounded.

Looking at the row of corpses lying neatly on the ground, Naliblay said with some pride: "My brother has died thirty-three people, which is basically one to five. They are also worth it, and they can be blinded. ”

"It's not worth it!"

Xiong Kaishan's tears fell, half an hour ago, these thirty-three brothers were still joking with themselves, but now they closed their eyes forever.

"It's not worth it! My brother won't change it, but now that he's dead, it's not worth it!"

Xiong Kaishan squatted down, sorted out the remains of each of the warriors who died in battle, and then knelt down and kowtowed nine times.

This was originally a very normal way of mourning in the Central Plains, and Xiong Kaishan was also a subconscious act of extreme grief.

But in the eyes of those Mongolian warriors, this was an incredible scene, so they all knelt down and kowtowed to Xiong Kaishan: "Thank you for the gift of the deputy commander-"

All of a sudden, hundreds of people knelt down, including the slightly injured.

This behavior is no longer divided between friend and foe, it is all spontaneous behavior from the heart.

"These brothers who died in battle, whether it was our own brother or the brother of Uzhumuqin, they were all warriors, and we should never forget them. But now that the situation is critical, let these warriors be wronged here. When the battle is over, I will bury them and see them off. ”

After settling the rear for a while, Xiong Kaishan communicated with Sima Cheng on the mountain, and then the horse rushed out single-handedly, ready to meet the enemy's more frantic second round of impact.

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