"My lord, the Mongols have withdrawn to ......"

Wang Shide held the clairvoyant mirror and said with a little excitement.

"They don't go all the way with the Tartars!" , Zhang Zhun said calmly.

If Azhislan desperately comes up to attack, the Tiger Warrior is actually a bit troublesome, because the Tiger Warrior has no experience in hand-to-hand combat. The cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army used to be afraid of large-scale field battles, but now they are afraid of hand-to-hand combat. The cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army was not even equipped with a saber. In fact, even if it is equipped, it is not very useful. Because all the time "was spent on riding and shooting, the saber was not numbered at all."

However, Zhang Zhun also calculated that Ajislan would not fight hand-to-hand with the Tiger Army. In the past, "Arislan dared to disobey Huang Taiji Yang and did not contribute to his work, at this time, how could he desperately save the Tartars?" If the two sides fought hand-to-hand, even if the battle loss ratio was 1 to 1 or even 1 to 2 or 1 to 3, Arislan could not afford it.

The population of the Han people is almost endless, and the Tiger Ben army has a source of soldiers, only there are war horses, and there is money and food, and in half a year, it is no problem for a lifetime to follow the large army to shoot on horseback. The current fighting style of the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army does not require very high riding skills. Even if the cavalry of the 5,000 Tiger Ben Army is completely lost, Zhang Zhun can make up for it in half a year or a year.

On the contrary, nomads are not. The nomads' riding and archery skills are basically trained from a young age. Well, it is not impossible to "train a fighting horse and archery kung fu" in three or five years, "it's just difficult." If Arislan had lost 5,000 men, it would have taken him at least five years, if not ten years, to make up for his losses. What can be the population of the Tumut tribe? Certainly not more than the population of the Tartars. In five years' time, it is too difficult to replenish 5,000 strong men.

"Bang ......"

"Bang ......"

"Bang ......"

The gunfire continued.

The white smoke from the musket fire enveloped the entire battlefield. Since there was no wind, the white smoke was not blown away, and it slowly spread out at the place where the two armies were fighting, and finally the Tartar cavalry of the attacking side was generously enveloped. Standing behind and looking at the past from a distance, I could only see a thick white mist, and I couldn't see anyone at all.

In some places, the white smoke is very thick, and the visibility can only be about five meters at most. The soldier in the white smoke fired his gun entirely by his own senses, as well as the sound of horses' hooves coming from the front. The same was true of the Tartar cavalry in the charge, "and they rushed towards the place where the noise came."

Zhang Zhun held the clairvoyant mirror, moving left and right, swinging up and down, "I can't see the situation in front of me carefully." But it doesn't matter, everything is in his hands. As long as Azhislan doesn't come up and fight hard with himself, "these five cattle of the Tartars, the Tiger Ben Army is decided." I believe that the Tartars at this time must have hated the appearance of the Mongols.

"Damn the Mongols!" , "Damn Arislan ......"

Indeed, Golian is cursing Arislan fiercely.

The Mongols' rush to the aid was so slow that after arriving at the battlefield, "they were reluctant to go into battle for a long time, and finally entered the battle" and after colliding with the Tiger Ben army, they "quickly retreated back" The idiots knew what was going on. Azhislan is simply going to sit on the sidelines and watch the warriors of the Dajin Army be wiped out!

But at this time, Guo Lian didn't want to send someone to negotiate with Arislan. Since Arislan has such a decision, except for Huang Taiji, probably no one else will affect him. Moreover, "such an action is also to show that the Tumut tribe of the Mongols will leave the embrace of the Dajin Kingdom and want to break away from the control of Huang Taiji." It's about to turn around and become enemies, what's the point of continuing to negotiate?

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

"Kill ......"

Guo Lian constantly encouraged his subordinates to fight bravely with the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army.

However, Guo Lian's subordinates only have five Niu Lu who are not satisfied, where is the opponent of the tidal tiger army? The cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army kept shooting, and the cavalry of the Dajin Army kept falling to the ground. The field between the two armies has long been bloody, full of fallen men and horses. As time went on, Guo Lian's men "were less than three hundred. The rest of the cavalry of the Dajin Army all fell to the ground.

"You guys, go to the Great Khan at once, and report everything that happened here......"

At the last moment, Guo Lian selected fifty warriors to make a final report to Huang Taiji.

Why do you need fifty people so many? The main purpose is to preserve a little bloodline of the five cattle records inlaid with yellow flags. Each Niu Lu saves ten strong men, which can be regarded as barely maintaining the existence of this Niu Lu, and it will not be easily canceled. In the future, if there is an opportunity, you can continue to expand the number of cattle on the basis of these ten strong men.

At the same time, in order to prevent Arislan from being corrupted from behind, he sent someone to kill all the sentinels who delivered the letter, so that Huang Taiji had no way of knowing what happened here. Of course, Golian could not bear such an open betrayal by Arislan. He didn't have the ability to pursue Ahislan, he believed that Huang Taiji had. This breath, Dajin Jun will not swallow it easily.

"Your task is to see the Great Khan alive and report everything that is happening here......"

Guo Lian's expression was solemn, and he said in a serious tone.

He asked his men to keep this in mind no matter what happened on the road. Whether you meet the Mongols, or the Ming army, or the Tiger Army, don't fall in love with each other. Their only purpose "is to see Huang Taiji alive."

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of the hooves of fifty warriors faded away.

"...... of Ajislan"

"Lao Tzu won't let you go if he is a ghost......"

Guo Lian let go of his thoughts" and then raised his waist knife and let out a sad and angry hiss.

He is a close confidant of Huang Taiji, a henchman of Haoge, and a Jialazhangjing with a yellow flag, and it is impossible to retreat. The Dajin Army under his command "are all elites with yellow flags, and they can't retreat either." Since there is no way to retreat, "then there is only the Tiger Ben Army desperately." Their goal "is to kill as many Tiger Warriors as possible before they return to the embrace of the Immortal Heaven."

At this moment, Guo Lian could feel the blood boiling all over his body, "he could feel his chest as if it was about to burst, and he could feel his hands holding the scimitar trembling slightly. Due to the excessive force on his fingers, Guolian's knuckles began to turn white obviously. His lips, unconsciously, bit out blood. As if he felt the breath of his master, "the black under his crotch was also constantly making a low hiss

"Rush!"

Guo Lian let out a tragic roar.

Immediately, he clamped the horse's belly, manipulated the war horse to accelerate, and then rushed towards the Tiger Army. At this moment, "he couldn't even feel the sound of a gunshot." He felt his cheeks, which had completely stiffened, "without any feeling." The wind that he usually feels when charging, he can't feel at all. He couldn't even see the clear appearance of the Tiger Ben cavalry. Because of the white smoke of the battlefield, both sides were enveloped. Each side just knows the approximate position of the other and then charges at the other side" or walks and shoots.

Fruity's black mount "is fast." Soon, he rushed to a place less than a hundred meters away from the Tiger Army. At this time, through the hazy white smoke, Guo Lian finally understood the appearance of the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army. Compared to the warriors of the Dajin Army, all the cavalry of the Tiger Ben Army "looked very thin. They "don't see even the thinnest armor." Such cavalry "If they are close to the cavalry of the Dajin Army, one can kill more than a dozen opponents."

Guo Lian estimated that "with his own skills, he would kill dozens of such opponents" without any problem. Well, here," Guo Lian subconsciously clenched his waist knife. This waist knife, which he personally supervised and built, "is very suitable for his use characteristics." Using this scimitar, he had already killed at least a hundred or more Ming soldiers, and also cut off the heads of at least two hundred ordinary people of the Ming Kingdom.

He also used this waist knife to cut off the NU room of many Ming women.

He likes to use the NU room of the Ming woman to test the knife. With a gentle swing of the knife, the NU room was cut off along with the clothes, and the cut wound did not see any blood oozing out for the time being. Even, the woman who was cut off the NU room does not feel pain for the time being. In his opinion, this is the real sharp knife.

Guo Lian had enough reason to believe that as long as he broke into the ranks of the Tiger Ben Army cavalry, "with a slight wave of the knife, he could cut off a Tiger Army cavalryman." Then, with a slight pull of the knife, he could cut open the chest of a Tiger Warrior from the bottom up. Then with a horizontal wave, a person's head can easily fly. For such a murderous action, Guo Lian has long been familiar with it.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Guo Lian felt as if his body had been hit hard by something. He hadn't reacted yet, "and something like that hit him in a row." He couldn't feel exactly where he had been hit. In an instant, Guo Lian felt that his whole body strength was "instantly drained." He felt his body "getting heavier and heavier." Then he felt himself slanted and slowly fell off his horse.

"Am I going to die?"

When he fell, Guo Lian felt that his consciousness was "still very clear." He could feel "his vision turned upside down." He couldn't see the ground, he couldn't see the Tiger Army. All you can see is the black horse's belly, and the blue sky. Guo Lian felt that today's weather was really good. He had never seen such a blue sky before.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, Granny felt like he had hit something hard, and then he lost consciousness completely. The scimitar in his hand also came out of his hand at this time, rolled on the ground a few times, and then disappeared. As for the black mount of Fruit Lee, it galloped forward with great inertia, "as if he did not feel at all that his master" was no longer on horseback.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, a Tartar cavalryman fell to the ground screaming. He kept rolling on the ground and was thrown out thirty or forty meters away. When he tried to stand up, "he found himself in his chest with a sharp scimitar." He vaguely recognized that it seemed to be a cheap saber. Before he could figure out why Fruity's saber was inserted into his chest, he staggered to the ground and died.

"Da Da Da!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunfire and horses' hooves mingled, and the white smoke of muskets and the dust of horses' hooves were intertwined, "making the battlefield very chaotic, and visibility was very low." Except for a few people around Guo Lian, the others didn't notice at all that their Jia Lazhangjing had been killed by the Tiger Ben Army. On the side of the Tiger Ben Army, of course, no one noticed that Guo Lian had been killed.

In the eyes of the Tiger Army, this remnant of the Tartar is particularly crazy and fierce. They have completely lost their minds and are not afraid to die. The speed of their horses is also very fast. Even the best marksmen can't kill them all before they can kill them.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, there were only more than a hundred Tartars, and they also let out an amazing roar.

"Murderous Tartar!"

Wang Shide said with a low sigh.

Although you hate these Tartars so much that you want to crush them all to ashes, from the angle of battle, you have to admit that "the ferocity of Tartars is indeed very rare." If the Tiger Army did not rely on the advantage of firearms, but fought with the Tartars to fight with cold weapons, the casualties of the Tiger Army would definitely be very large. Every remaining Tartar is desperately rushing forward, trying to rush into the ranks of the Tiger Army. The cavalry of the Tiger Army shot like crazy, "Stop them." Then, the white smoke of the battlefield, hindering their shooting, and some of the Tartar cavalry, successfully passed through the blockade. Eventually, about thirty or forty Tartars "broke into the ranks of the Tiger Army."

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

"Whoa!"

In an instant, it was as if the embankment had been breached by a frenzied flood, and it was as if a red-hot soldering iron had been inserted into the butter, and the place where it hit was completely boiling. All kinds of sounds, completely mixed together, fill everyone's ears. The entire battlefield entered a scorching state in an instant.

The Tartars who entered the ranks of the Tiger Ben army "frantically brandished all kinds of weapons, killing everyone around them. The thoughts of these Tartars are all the same, that is, one is enough for the capital, and two earn one. Therefore, "their movements are extremely crazy, no matter what weapon they use, they will fiercely greet the Tiger Army."

The cavalry of the Tiger Army, who was caught off guard, was suddenly knocked off their horses in a row. Some of the soldiers who were in front of the impact were killed on the spot, and the horses were basically killed and fell. The cavalry of the Tiger Army next to him "hurriedly raised their muskets and fired back." But "the distance is too close, and even if they hit the Tartars, the Tartars' strong inertia will continue to knock them off their horses."