681 is afraid of death

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"Han dog, suffer death!"

Haziye rode on a horse, brandished a long pole and a big sword, led the Tartar Zhengqi Red Banner elite soldiers, and Zhao Zilong's more than 1,000 flying dragon battalion cavalry collided together on the main street of Zhuozhou City.

This time, Azig, the commander of the Tartar Western Route Army, sent his deputy commander Du Du to lead the two men and horses of the Tartar Zhenghong Banner and the Zhenglan Banner, as well as the Mongolian army with yellow and white flags, as well as the two blue flags of the Han army, to plunder in the south.

At this time, the Tartar army gathered in Zhuozhou City was close to 10,000 people, including the Tartar Zheng Red Flag as the elite, as well as the Mongolian Yellow Flag and the Han Army's two blue flags.

As for the rest of the Tartar army, at this time, under the leadership of Du Du, it was still raging in the area of Fangshan and Liangxiang in the north, and did not go south.

After the cavalry of the Tartar Zhenghong Banner and the Feilong Battalion under Zhao Zilong fought together, they could be described as chess opponents, and they were all absolute cavalry elites on the land of China at this time.

"Dog Tartar, take your life!"

After the battle, Zhao Zilong also discovered the Tartar general Haziye, and rushed towards him on horseback.

"Haha, Hangou, I found you."

Haziye also saw Zhao Zilong, and from the fine armor worn by the two of them, they could guess that most of the other party was the main general.

In an encounter like this, and the number of elite battles is not very large, both sides understand a truth: 'the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road'.

The two of them rushed towards each other murderously, each relying on their superb martial arts, slashing the opposing cavalry that tried to block them along the way, and they fought together in an instant.

Dangdang!

The collision of the long knife and the spear sparked bursts of sparks, one brave and fearless, the other with superb marksmanship, and the two were engaged in a riding fight, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

At this time, at the southern gate of Zhuozhou, the three thousand Tartar cavalry led by Batu had returned.

"Close the gates, quick, close the gates!"

When Batu led the army into the city, he yelled at the gates.

He thought, after closing the city gate, he didn't let Qi Wei from entering the city,

But when Batu entered the city, he found that there were very few soldiers who were supposed to be guarding the city gate.

"Damn, what's going on? What about the guards here? ”

Batu asked the few soldiers with blue flags who had stayed here and opened the city gate for them.

"My lord, there are Ming troops entering the city, and they are all fighting with the Ming army." A sentry commander of the Han army with a blue flag reported.

"What? There are already Ming troops entering the city? Damn, that's not the Ming Army, that's Li Zixiao's White Snake Army. Everyone, follow me. ”

Batu then took the 3,000 cavalry that had returned to the city and went to the city to support Haziyeh.

As for Batu's idea of keeping Qi Wei out of the city, let him abandon it directly, the enemy has already entered the city, what's the use of guarding this southern city gate.

And Qi Wei was exactly like this, he didn't go to the south gate at all, but went straight to the west gate where Han Tong went.

At this time, the east and west gates of Zhuozhou City were in the hands of the White Dragon Army.

Soon, the three thousand White Dragon Army Cavalry led by Qi Wei also entered the city through the West City Gate.

During this time, the city of Zhuozhou was already in chaos, and more than 4,000 cavalry of the White Dragon Army led by Han Tong and Zhao Zilong fought together with the Tartar army in the city.

At the beginning, because Zhao Zilong suddenly entered the city, he took them by surprise and defeated the Tartars there in Dongcheng.

But when Zhao Zilong led more than 1,000 cavalry of the Flying Dragon Battalion to the city and collided with Haziye's Red Banner cavalry, the battle between the two sides turned into a stalemate.

"Kill!"

Poof!

At this time, Zhao Zilong, who was still fighting with Haziye, had his spear stabbed and sharpened, his marksmanship was unpredictable, and the blade of the spear grazed Haziye's back, leaving a bloody mark.

After fighting for a long time, both of them left a lot of wounds on each other's bodies, and in the battle of life and death, both of them were desperate.

Sou!

At this time, a whistling sound came from behind Zhao Zilong, which made his face change, and he instinctively leaned down, and an arrow flew over Zhao Zilong's scalp.

Some of the foot soldiers of the Han army were under the blue banner, and they climbed to the roofs of the houses on both sides and fired dark arrows at the cavalry of the Flying Dragon Battalion.

Because, in the Tartar army, the only foot soldiers are their Han Eight Banners, and the other Tartars and Mongol men and horses are all cavalry.

Although Zhao Zilong dodged this dark arrow, he was also found by Haziye in front of him, and he was cut down with a sharp long knife.

When Zhao Zilong stood upright, the knife happened to slash at Zhao Zilong's shoulder.

With a 'sonorous' sound, the tiger head shoulder guard on Zhao Zilong's left shoulder was directly cut off, and this knife slashed into Zhao Zilong's left shoulder and cut into the flesh and blood.

Fortunately, Zhao Zilong had an iron shoulder pad on both shoulders, which blocked most of the strength of Haziye's knife for him.

Otherwise, this knife would not only cut into Li Zixiao's left shoulder, but it was estimated that it would cut off his entire left arm with one knife.

"Ahh

The huge pain made Zhao Zilong let out a painful and angry roar, he gritted his teeth and persevered, stretched out his left hand to directly hold the knife face that was cut into his left shoulder.

Blood gushed out of his left shoulder, and because of the clenching of his left hand, Haqi couldn't pull out his long knife.

Zhao Zilong's face showed a crazy look, red eyes, staring at Haziye in front of him, his teeth clenched, like a tiger that chooses people and devours them.

"Dog Tartar, if you want to kill your grandfather, you have to die too!"

Zhao Zilong roared, and the spear in his right hand instantly poked out like a dragon, stabbing straight into Haziye's chest in front of him.

Haziye's face changed suddenly, and he pulled out the long knife with both hands, but the long knife was stuck in Zhao Zilong's armor and flesh, plus his left hand was holding it tightly.

Let Haqi couldn't pull it out at all, seeing that Zhao Zilong's spear head was about to stab him in the chest.

Haziye finally got frightened, let go of his hands that held the shaft, leaned down, kicked his horse with both feet, and rode out of the way.

Zhao Zilong pulled out the long knife on his left shoulder, threw it at it, and chased after him.

"Come on, hurry, stop him for Ben."

Haziye saw Zhao Zilong, who was chasing after him, and shouted for help in fear towards several Tartar cavalrymen in front of him.

Haziye originally thought that he was brave enough, but this time, he met a madman who would not die.

This really responds to the words, the soft are afraid of the hard, the hard are afraid of the horizontal, and the horizontal is afraid of the dead.

The two Tartar cavalrymen who heard Haziye's call for help immediately rushed over and tried to block Zhao Zilong.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Zilong roared angrily, his left arm drooped, but the spear in his right hand was still extremely flexible.

Zhao Zilong stabbed one Tartar cavalryman to death, then dodged the spear stabbed by another Tartar and continued to chase Haziye.

"Dog, Tartar, suffer death!"

After Zhao Zilong caught up with Haziye, he roared angrily, and his right hand was ready to stab out.

Sou!

At this time, another cold arrow shot over, directly piercing Zhao Zilong's back.

The continuous battle, coupled with the injuries on his body, made Zhao Zilong's reaction and alertness become sluggish, and he did not avoid this arrow.

"Ahh

Zhao Zilong roared, the pain in his back did not make him stop the movement of his right hand, and the shot was still stabbed out with great accuracy.

Poof!

The sharp spear head pierced directly into Haziye's back, and then Zhao Zilong twisted the gun vigorously and directly led Haziye off the war horse.

Haziye, who had rolled off his horse, rolled far away, lying on his back next to a Tartar corpse, blood gushing out of his mouth, and his body trembling slightly.

Stompe!

Zhao Zilong rode over on his horse, rode on the horse, and looked down at Haziye, who was still breathing, with cold eyes, his eyes were indifferent.

He said in a deep voice: "The lord said, let you Tartars come and go this time, you will not be the first, go down and wait first, and soon there will be more Tartars who will go down to accompany you." ”

Poof!

Immediately, the spear in Zhao Zilong's right hand slashed, and Haziye, who was lying on the ground, suddenly moved his head and rolled twice with a grunt.

Zhao Zilong leaned down, grabbed the rattail braid on the back of Haziye's head, and then raised it high and roared loudly: "The Tartar Lord is going to die!" ”

With Zhao Zilong's roar, the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Battalion, who were still fighting hard with the Tartar cavalry, looked at Zhao Zilong's side one after another.

After seeing Haziye's head, the soldiers of the Flying Dragon Battalion roared excitedly, and their morale suddenly skyrocketed.

On the other hand, on the Tartars' side, after seeing Zhao Zilong's head held high, they were immediately shocked and uneasy, and the battle also became cowering.

Haziye's death in battle severely damaged the morale of the Tartar army in the city.

In particular, those soldiers with the two blue flags of the Mongols and the Han army, after seeing Haziye's death in battle, looked at the even more crazy cavalry of the Flying Dragon Battalion, and suddenly felt fear.

"Kill!"

Under the high morale of the cavalry of the Wyvern Battalion and the increased intensity of the attack, the Tartars, who were more numerous than the Wyvern Battalion, actually began to retreat.

At this time, Zhao Zilong was just holding Haziye's head high, and he didn't participate in the rush again, and he was not in a good state at this time.

The injury to his left shoulder made him lose too much blood, his face was a little pale, and the arrow in his back was also very deep, but fortunately it didn't seem to hurt the vital point, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold out at this time.

"Zilong, we're here!"

And as Han Tong from the west led his troops to arrive, these Tartar cavalry attacking the center of the city from the back finally let the Tartar cavalry rout.

"Kill me and support the brothers of the Wyvern Battalion!"

Han Tong roared angrily, regardless of the injuries in his back, and pounced towards the Tartars.

Soon, the cavalry of the Tartars quickly routed to the north, and the Mongolian men and horses with yellow flags who followed them, as well as some men and horses of the Han army with two blue flags, were even more panicked and fled after the Tartars.

"Zilong, are you injured?"

Han Tong looked at Zhao Zilong covered in blood and exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's not hurt, it's not dead. It's just that you can't pursue the Tartar rout, and those Tartar routs are up to you. ”

Zhao Zilong's face was pale, and he tied Haziye's head around his waist, which was his biggest trophy in this battle, and said to Han Tong.

Han Tong also saw Zhao Zilong's weakness at this time, but when he heard Zhao Zilong's words, he was relieved that he didn't hurt the vital point.

"Zilong, you stay, and I'll take people to pursue those Tartar routs."

Immediately, Zhao Zilong led 500 cavalry to stay, while Han Tong led other cavalry to chase after the Tartars who fled to the north of the city, chasing them all the way.