At this time, the head of the Black Hawk Iron Cavalry had already passed the enemy's blocking cavalry, and was facing the southwest, five hundred paces away from the enemy. Monriche rode at the forefront of the group, coldly looking at the Black Eagle Iron Rider galloping towards him. The three thousand warriors behind him were already moving the formation as fast as they could. The direction is exactly to the southeast.

Monricher didn't know why God had suddenly favored him. He was almost in despair. The Black Hawk Iron Rider changed the direction of his attack as he steered. And Monritzer's troops also had time to adjust the direction of their formation to face the Black Hawk Iron Cavalry. However, Monritzer was about to be in agony.

The two sides are three hundred paces apart.

Tie Ao shouted again: "Turn right ......" The loud sound of the bull's horn suddenly drowned out the sound of horses' hooves like rolling thunder, and resounded on the battlefield again. The Black Hawk Iron Rider began to perform again. Perfect steering, perfect arc, perfect Black Hawk warrior. The direction of the attack was again adjusted to due west of the enemy army.

The warriors of the Roaring Tribe panicked and prepared to move the formation once more. Monritzer stopped. There is no time, only to fight.

"Before the reform of the Chinese army, the army was on the front line. The front army changed to the right flank and attacked the enemy cavalry that broke through the central army. The right-wing troops were changed to the middle army, which could replenish the front army at any time. The troops on the left flank were immediately withdrawn and replenished to the rear army. The rear army was changed to the left flank to assist in the defense. Monritzer immediately gave the order and immediately changed formation. Although the defensive is greatly reduced, it is better than being caught.

The two sides are one hundred and fifty paces apart.

"Upper Arrow...... "Meng Lizhe entered the rear army formation, stood under the banner of the commander, and shouted loudly.

The Black Hawk Iron Rider is still on the run.

The two sides were one hundred and twenty paces apart.

"Let go ......" Monlitzer roared, the horn sounded loudly, and a black cloud of arrows roared into the sky. Tieao casually took off his shield from the horse's belly. The shield of the Xianbei people is large and round, simple and practical. With a rapid sound of horns, the sky above the Black Hawk Iron Rider was obscured by a gray shield. Looking down from the sky, it looks like a moving meadow in a green field, covered with dense gray mushrooms, beautiful and alluring. The black rain of arrows let out a piercing cry like a beast waiting to be devoured.

"Huh...... Swish...... Sou...... Whoosh...... "The long arrow struck the strong, elastic raw cowhide, and either bounced off or plunged into a log covered under the hide. There were interspersed with shots that went into the horse's back and nailed to the soldier's limbs. The speed of the Black Hawk Iron Rider has reached the limit of a war horse. The violent panting sound of the three thousand war horses, accompanied by the deafening sound of the war horses galloping, had already submerged the entire battlefield.

The two sides are a hundred paces apart. The trumpeters could only see that Monricher had opened his mouth wide and waved his hand vigorously, but he could not hear what was being said. But the trumpeter resolutely sounded the horn signal to get the arrow.

The two sides were eighty paces apart. A second round of arrows rained out. The front cavalry of the Black Hawk Iron Rider was slightly damaged, but it did not affect the speed at all.

There is no time left for the third round of arrows.

Tie Ao put down the round shield, raised the sword, and looked back hoarsely and shouted: "Hohoo...... Hohoo...... "The soldiers of the Black Hawk Iron Cavalry saw the mouth of the commander open and close, and knew that the commander was in contact with the enemy at the last moment, and let out a roar to inspire the courage of the soldiers. They echoed in unison, and the roar of the three thousand men was suddenly drowned out by a huge roar, as if the heavens on the battlefield were about to fall.

"Hohoo...... Ho-ho...... Hohoo ......"

Monritzer's soldiers were horrified by the dominance of the Black Hawk Iron Horseman. They never knew that the Black Hawk Riders were so brave, they had only heard of it. Their morale was suddenly frightened by each other's roars. The soldiers at the forefront of the formation began to panic and retreated.

Aware of the fear of the soldiers, Monricher hurriedly turned his horse forward, and while trotting through the formation, he shouted: "Warriors of the Mingming tribe, summon up your courage and fight for the Ming!" ”

"Lift up your spears, draw your swords, draw your bows, and fight for the roar......"

The two sides are fifty paces apart. The front army of the Black Eagle Iron Cavalry suddenly raised their bows and crossbows. This small crossbow has a long time to be fired, can only be fired once when charging, and has a short attack range, so it is not used by many tribes. Unexpectedly, it was skillfully used by the Black Hawk Iron Knight.

The nightmare of the Ringing Tribe begins.

The soldiers of the Ringing tribe were mercilessly shot. They had no idea that the Black Hawk Iron Rider would shoot at such close range. Hundreds of soldiers who were caught off guard were hit by a dense barrage of arrows, and in a wail, the spears in the front row blocked the formation of the troops.

At this time, the Black Eagle Iron Cavalry swarmed up, one by one the war horses leaped up, one after another war knives fell from the sky, one after another spears stabbed straight at each other, and batches of long arrows were shot head-on, and the bloody slaughter began again.

Like a broken causeway, more like an enraged herd of bison, the fierce Black Eagle Iron Rider immediately broke through the defense line of the Roaring Tribe. The Black Hawk Iron Rider's combat power is too strong. They were in groups of ten, and a hundred were in a row. The spear team assaulted in front, the knife pair covered on the flanks, and the crossbow team fired in the rear. The soldiers skillfully used their strengths to complement each other, protect each other, fight bravely against the enemy, and move forward.

Monricher shouted to the soldiers to reorganize the defensive line, and the hornmen sounded the horns of support in succession. The soldiers who had been replenished from the right flank were fearless and rushed head-on, vowing to stop the Black Hawk Iron Cavalry from the Chinese formation. Monritzer gathered about two hundred horsemen and, amid a shout, struck the flank of the Black Hawk Iron Horseman.

The Black Hawk Iron Cavalry was hit in the waist hard, and then the cavalry led by Monritzer cut into the rear of the front army. Monritzer swung his broadsword and rampaged across the cross-section of the Black Hawk Iron Rider, invincible. Tie Guo led the Chinese army to kill. He pointed his sword at the small army led by Monricher, and shouted: "Kill, kill them...... Immediately hundreds of people surrounded at the same time. The warriors of the Ming tribe were like meat on a chopping board, ravaged by hundreds of knives, hundreds of spears, and hundreds of arrows, and devoured in the blink of an eye. Monritzer used all his strength to kill four Black Eagle Iron Riders in a row, and then he was pierced by a spear, his head was cut off with a single sword, and even his horse was beheaded by the angry warriors.

Due to the replenishment of the right flank troops and the stubborn resistance of the soldiers in the rear, the Black Eagle Iron Cavalry broke through the central defense line of the Rising Tribe, but it was already in a frantic melee.

At the cost of more than 400 people, Hou Li and his warriors of the Pioneer Tooth tribe finally completed the task of covering the Black Hawk Iron Cavalry to attack the main force of Monritzer. After the last row of Black Hawk soldiers passed by Monritzer's blocking army, Hou Li ordered to blow the trumpet to abandon the blockade, and use guerrilla tactics to entangle the Ming tribe to prevent them from returning to the main force of Monritzer.

Monricher's two commanders were all killed in the charge, and more than 500 soldiers lost their lives. Led by a few centurions, they launched a frenzied revenge on the stragglers in front of them. The soldiers of the two armies formed groups of three or five, and launched a chase battle on the open field.

The fiery red sun hung on the treetops before I knew it. The clouds around were dazzling, and half of the sky was red. The Condor of the Black Eagle Tribe flew alone and circled over Jutun. The sound of killing in the fields of Jutun shook the sky, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if you could feel the viscosity of blood.

Gongsun Hu had already been stabbed several times in his body, and several long arrows were inserted in his chest and back, and the blood had already stained his whole body. He had exhausted all his strength and blood, and slowly fell to his knees. He struggled to open his eyes and not let him close.

He saw hordes of soldiers of the Changlu Force running past him. Seeing the remnants of a dozen warriors being swarmed by the enemy, chopped into blood clots. saw that Duan Song was pierced through the chest by more than a dozen spears and nailed to a dead horse. Seeing that Murong Feng's handsome banner was cut off by the enemy, the fiery red eagle banner was trampled at the enemy's feet, soaked in the bloody grass.

He heard someone calling him, a very familiar voice calling him. But he didn't have the strength to turn his head anymore. He remembered that it was the iron wolf calling him, the iron wolf. He saw the blue sky.

The voice grew farther and farther away from him, farther and farther away.

Iron Wolf led the soldiers to finally gnaw the last bone. The two thousand enemies they surrounded were all annihilated. The soldiers are not only tired, many of them are already unable to lift their swords. A crushing victory, that is, a crushing victory. Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself. Iron Wolf's soldiers were only 1,300 or 400 left, and the wounded soldiers basically accounted for half of them.

The iron wolf half-knelt on the ground and shouted to the trumpeters lying beside him: "Quick, blow the rallying call." In just over two hours, he had blown the rallying trumpet no less than a hundred times. The soldier lay on the ground and blew his horn. Many of the moving soldiers stood up again, climbed on their horses as fast as they could, and took up their weapons. The iron wolf looked at the battlefield a hundred steps away from him, and muttered silently in his heart: "Gongsun Hu, you must live, I have come to save you." ”

The iron wolf raised Murong Feng's handsome flag, the fiery red eagle flag.

"Kill......" he kicked the horse in the belly. The war horse was in pain and immediately rushed out. More than 600 soldiers followed him closely, and under the leadership of the flying banner, they killed the Chinese army on the battlefield. The enemy immediately met him. The two sides fought again. The soldiers on both sides were already numbed by the blood and death. Without saying a word, they tore at each other like two wolves.

The Iron Wolf handed the banner to the hornmen behind him, picked up the strong bow, and shot continuously. While looking inside, he kept shouting, "Gongsun Hu...... Gongsun Hu ......"

But he didn't hear the familiar roar of his comrades, he didn't see the figure of the fierce fighting soldiers, he only saw the enemy soldiers constantly killing in his direction. His heart sank in anticipation.

Iron Wolf's outstretched hand behind his back stopped. He had finished shooting the arrows in the quiver. At this moment he saw a young enemy soldier smiling at him not far away. Then he felt a pain in his heart, a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that a long black arrow had been stuck in his chest, and the black feathers of the tail were still stained with blood. He slowly looked up at the soldier. The young man was dead, lying on his horse, and seven or eight arrows had been shot into his back.

The Iron Wolf rode his horse slowly. Blood was already pouring out, running down his chest. Warm blood. Soft sunset. Azure sky. Iron Wolf suddenly felt very relaxed, very calm, and had a feeling that he was going to go with the wind.

He saw Gongsun Hu. Gongsun Hu straightened his body, knelt on the grass, and looked up at the sky.

Iron Wolf knew he was dead. He slowly slid off his horse and sat down beside Gongsun Hu. He looked at Gongsun Hu and watched silently. The iron wolf slowly lay down on the grass.

Murong Feng stumbled on the dead warhorse.

The gyro array has fallen apart. Eventually, it was broken with the lives and blood of the soldiers of the Minotaur Tribe. The battlefield was full of soldiers from both sides fighting each other.

Li Hongjing was naked, his hair was scattered, and he held a knife in one hand, slashing and slashing around Murong Feng. His majestic demeanor, murderous momentum, and invincible martial arts not only did not frighten the soldiers of the Minotaur Tribe, but provoked them to rush up like a group of madmen, regardless of life or death, as if they would not give up until they killed him.

Murong Feng was hit by an arrow in his legs, an arrow in his back, and a knife in his waist, and he was no longer able to fight.

He stared blankly at the battlefield in the northwest that was gradually falling silent, and his heart was as heavy as lead. The battle over there seems to be over. The sparse horses were still running aimlessly, and the shouts of the warriors and the clash of swords and guns had slowly thinned out to the point of becoming inaudible. The only eye-catching thing is that the fiery red eagle flag is still standing on the battlefield.

He believed that his subordinates would definitely defeat Que Ju. The battlefield on his side has been securely won, and what he needs is time to completely annihilate the Minotaur tribe. Both sides have gone crazy, and without reason, it is impossible for anyone to surrender. Tieao's Black Eagle Iron Cavalry is invincible in the world, and no one in the Xianbei tribe is its opponent. As long as you listen to the increasingly sparse fighting on the battlefield in the northeast, you will know that victory is not far away. But what about the victory and defeat on the battlefield in the northwest? What about such a pyrrhic victory? Is it right to harm the interests of Xianbei countries in this way?