Yela, who did not kneel down on his horse, and was not accustomed to saluting the army, bent his right hand in front of his chest, and performed a ritual similar to that of the Mongols.

"Yela, your regiment only has 3,000 people, and this time the opponent has 5,000 horsemen, can you be confident in a battle, can you be confident in a victory?" Yang Chendong's big eyes stared at Yela.

"Please rest assured, Sixth Young Master, my Jurchen cavalry will definitely fight until the last moment and do my best." He didn't say anything big, Yela's expression was firm, and he looked at our actual actions.

"Okay, then I'll wait for your excellent performance." Yang Chendong said in a heroic voice, in his eyes, he did not show any worry, nor did he say anything to improve morale, giving people the feeling that the Jurchen Cavalry Regiment was his descendant, and there was no need to have any doubts.

Yela originally thought that Yang Chendong would say something to boost morale, at least give himself some guarantees. But he didn't say much, which made him feel a sense of trust. Yes, it is to be trusted, because when facing the real lineage, there is no need for any commitment at all, and they will do their best.

Seeing that Yang Chendong had nothing to order, Yela turned around and got on his horse and returned to the team, looked at his deputy commander Liu Dai and the three thousand cavalry and said loudly: "Brothers, the time has come for us to behave. The Sixth Young Master was watching us from behind us, and our parents, wives and children in our hometown were also waiting for the good news of our meritorious service. And for now, we just need to do our best to destroy the cavalry on the opposite side so that they can live a better life, do you have any confidence? ”

"Kill the enemy and make meritorious service, kill the enemy and make meritorious service!" The three thousand Jurchen cavalry below were all shouting loudly, looking excited and excited.

"Very good, the cavalry is assigned according to the plan, and it is deployed in the company and platoon according to different terrains, and it is prepared in a three-three attack formation in our unique fighting style of Jurchen." Yela, who had already spoken, coolly announced the battle order. For these elite Jurchen cavalry, Yela is still very confident, as long as they play normally, don't say that there are 5,000 cavalry, even if you come again, what is there to fear?

The three thousand Jurchen cavalry that had just been gathered dispersed, each looking for a suitable combat terrain. On the pile of low stones, Tuoya said worriedly, "Young Master Yang, your cavalry is only 3,000, and the other party has 5,000, can you win?" ”

"Absolutely." Yang Chendong's firm voice came out of his mouth, and his gaze stood indifferently, standing here like a god descending from the earth, like a mountain.

The Jurchen cavalry was making various preparations before the battle, and in the distance, Hara Ruochu and Lu Muke with 5,000 cavalry were also approaching step by step.

From the mouth of his cavalry scouts, Hara Ruochu already knew that the strength of the opponent this time was not weak, and there were even 3,000 cavalry. Of course, although he is not weak, he still won't put it in his eyes, but he brings what he thinks is the most powerful Warat cavalry, thinking that killing the Ming army is like killing chickens and cutting vegetables, and he has won more with less more than once. Not to mention that now that the advantage of troops is on his side, he has no possibility of defeat.

"Rumuk, your chance to perform has come, I have taken a fancy to these war horses and slaves, do you understand?" Hara Ruo said with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Childe." Rumuk patted his chest and assured that he and Hara Ruo had the same thoughts, and his limited gaze made him believe that the Warat cavalry was the strongest in the world. As for the previous defeat to more than 100 black riders, it was just because the opponent's equipment was too good, and that was a special case.

"Cavalry, follow me!" He took out the saber on his waist, leaned forward, and swung forward, and under the roar of Rumuk, the five thousand cavalry behind him moved, like dumplings, and a famous cavalry charged out of the ranks.

Thousands of horses galloped, shouting and shaking the sky, and in the dry weather, bursts of smoke and dust followed, and from a distance it looked like a huge sandstorm rushing towards the face, trying to swallow everything.

In terms of momentum alone, the Warat cavalry performed very well. However, because of the terrain, the war horses could not gallop on the angular stones, and they had to divert in the middle with the seemingly huge torrent and rushed towards the various small battlefields predetermined by the Jurchen cavalry.

If it is in a wide area, the cavalry hedge is a momentum, in which the morale of the army, the number of soldiers and the bravery will play a decisive role. Once the formation of a certain side is disrupted and broken, it often means that the balance of the war has begun to tilt, and it often means that the war will have a result.

Yang Chendong took advantage of the terrain in advance and forced the numerical advantage of the Warat cavalry. Such a competition is the morale, courage and skill of both sides. Yang Chendong has a strong self-confidence in these. He spent a lot of effort to subdue the Jurchen cavalry, and he was confident that this time they would definitely hand in a perfect answer.

No one knows better than him how the Jurchen cavalry in the future became Jiannu dogs and how they replaced the Ming Dynasty and established a new dynasty. In addition to the fact that these Jurchen cavalry were equipped with the sharpest sabers, they could not be defeated, and there was no reason why they would lose.

The smoke and dust filled the sky, which greatly affected the effect of watching the battle, so that when the two sides killed together, neither Yang Chendong nor Hara Ruochu could see the situation on the battlefield clearly. But these two people were not in a hurry, they seemed to be full of confidence in their cavalry, and they even firmly believed that when the battle ended, they would definitely win.

Compared to the composure of these two people, Toya kept looking to the northeast as if she had lost her soul, and if her father Khan sent troops to help, she would only appear there. But when will they arrive?

In the middle of the battlefield, the smoke and dust filled the sky, and it also affected the knights on both sides in the formation at the same time. Fortunately, it is not the first time for everyone to fight on the battlefield, as a veteran, they know that being upset cannot solve any problems, only by believing in the saber in their hands, believing in the war horse that they have stepped on, and killing the enemy more, can they achieve the final victory.

One of the Warat cavalrymen lost contact with the robes under this obstruction of sight, but he did not panic, but took the saber in his hand to feel what was happening around him, and while continuing to find his companions, he also prevented the sudden appearance of the enemy.

Suddenly, there was movement on the right side of his body, and out of instinct, the Warat cavalry raised the saber in his hand, and when he saw the other party's figure clearly, it was not his companion in the same costume, and the saber fell rapidly, and the powerful force met the saber that also stretched out on the opposite side.

While!

Under a light and powerful impact, the figures of both sides froze almost simultaneously, and then they were separated by a touch. Under the knife, both sides were prepared, and no one took advantage of anything.

The two figures were staggered, and each turned around and slashed out, almost the same tactics, the same knife posture, so that the two sabers collided together again. And then... Then one of the sabers suddenly broke in the middle.

The broken nature was the saber that belonged to the Warat cavalry. If it weren't for the huge impact, maybe his saber would still be able to hold out for a while, but when both sides used all their strength, just after two collisions, the advantage in weapons was highlighted.

The saber was unexpectedly broken from the middle, and the cold sweat of the Warat cavalry instantly burst out of his body. Even though it was June and the weather was already very hot, he was in a cold sweat for some reason, and he couldn't figure out why. But the saber in his hand was broken in the middle, and the next thing was to escape. Otherwise, everyone also wielded a knife, your knife can't reach others, and other people's knives can indeed cut themselves, how can this battle be fought?

Fortunately, when it was the second knife, the two sides were already facing each other, and it was naturally the best time to escape at this time. The Warat cavalry clamped their legs, urging the war horse to rush forward, and did not dare to turn back and fight the Jurchen cavalry head-on.

When the Warat cavalry who rushed out was still lamenting that they were lucky and were not killed by the other party because of the disadvantage of the saber, suddenly another horse rushed out of the smoke and dust on the opposite side, and another Jurchen cavalry appeared.

Out of instinct and habit, the Warat cavalry slashed forward, but he did forget that the saber in his hand had already broken in half, and instead of slashing his opponent in the past, the opponent's slash hit his chest.

Blood flew out, and a stream of heat splattered onto his face. While feeling these changes, the strength in the Warat cavalry was quickly drained at this moment. He wanted to say something, for example, if it weren't for the saber breaking, he wouldn't have died. But now, his chest was split, and he could see the white bones and five internal organs, and no matter how he opened his mouth, he was making a sound.

Thump. Lacking strength, the Varat cavalry finally fell from their horses and stared at the sky with a pair of dead eyes, which may have been a relief for him.

It's just one part of the battlefield. In fact, the same scene happened all the time, and within a short time of fighting, I don't know how many of the Warat cavalry died because of broken swords. They may be good at it, or they may be able to do it right away. But with almost bare hands, how can they defeat the equally powerful Jurchen cavalry?

A Maharaja cavalryman was hacked to death and fell from his horse, causing clouds of dust to fly. Outside the battlefield, Hara Ruode did not know that the balance of victory in the war had tilted in favor of the other side, and he was still dreaming of a victor.