This was Bachlud's last order in Zhuanglang City. It's a pity that no one has accepted this order. Because, all the Tatars who could escape have already fled. Now in Zhuanglang City, there is only Tabachlu left, as well as the corpses of those wounded Tatars, or Tatars. In the distance, the soldiers of the white-clothed army had already begun to rush out of the black smoke. They shouted and rushed down the street.

"Let's go!" Bachlu muttered to himself helplessly. The order to retreat, as if it had been given to him alone. He walked steadily to the stable and pulled his war horse out. Finally, the Tatars who fled in rout still had a little conscience and did not take his horses with them. His mount, but Mo Yuegen gave him, was a rare horse of thousands of miles. If even his own mount was snatched away by his subordinates, Bakhlu would really be in complete despair.

When he turned over and got on his horse, Bachlu looked at the stables habitually, and found that there were still thousands of war horses in it that had not moved, plus the war horses grazing around, it was estimated that there were a full 3,000 war horses, which would fall into the hands of the white-clothed army. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel distressed again. Historically, they were the only ones who snatched the war horses of the Han army, but I didn't expect that now, it was the turn of the Han army to snatch the war horses of the Tatars. It's really 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, feng shui in turn! Perhaps, this time, the Tatars went south, and it was actually wrong?

With deep doubts, Bachlu rode out of Zhuanglang City. His mount was indeed a rare horse, galloping at a high speed, and soon caught up with the fleeing Tatar cavalry. After leaving Zhuanglang City, those Tatar cavalry felt that there was no longer so much pressure, and they were willing to accept Bakhlu's order. Of course, Bahruch will not hold them accountable for their escape. By this time, the rearmament of the troops is the main business, and there is no point in turning over old accounts.

Bahluch's only goal now is to break away from the pursuit of the White Coats. He knew very well that the white-clothed army would definitely chase them out. Whether they can escape or not, it is too early to draw conclusions. Depending on the speed at which the reinforcements were marching, and the speed at which they were fleeing, they would have to gallop for at least a day and a half to make contact with the reinforcements. In a day and a half, a lot can happen, and a lot of people can die.

In fact, Bachlud's worries are indeed not unreasonable. From the time of the breaching of the city, it was not so easy for them to escape for their lives. The white-clothed army not only wanted to take down Zhuanglang City, but also to destroy the living force of the Tatars as much as possible. During the siege of the city, the stragglers of the vulture cavalry army had already been on strict guard around Zhuanglang City. The skirmishers of the Vulture Cavalry Army usually specialize in this business, and now, they can be regarded as re-engaged in the old business, and they are familiar with the road.

No sooner had the Tatars rushed out of the northern gate of Zhuanglang City than they received a powerful blow. The Vulture Cavalry stragglers lying in ambush on both sides of the city gate kept firing from the side, knocking down the Tatars one by one directly from their horses. These vulture stragglers, sensing the Tatars' eagerness to flee for their lives and the lack of time to entangle, stood in the field in a big way, shooting at the Tatars in a good time. As it turned out, the Tatars were in such a hurry to flee for their lives that they had no chance to pay attention to them. As a result, the number of Tatars who were killed was really not ordinary.

"Bang bang bang!"

Even though some of the Tatars had fled for more than a dozen miles, the constant sound of gunfire was still heard. This is the Eagle Cavalry stragglers who bypassed Zhuanglang City in advance, on both sides of the road, continuing to ambush and shoot. The scattered Tatars actually had only one goal of escape, that is, to flee to Liangzhou City through Gulang City. As long as this is right, the Vulture Cavalry skirmishers can be targeted. In fact, the vulture cavalry did make a great gain, and the Tatars continued to die under their guns, and the Tatars on the road ran less and less, and ran less and less.

Later, the Tatar cavalry herded sheep, like headless flies, scurrying around. The warriors of the vulture cavalry also herded the sheep, and followed the Tatar cavalry, biting to the death. The Vulture Cavalry stragglers were completely superior in strength, weapons, morale, and physical strength, and it was not ordinary for the Tatars to escape from the palm of their hands. Basically, more than ninety percent of the Tatars were eventually caught up by the Vulture Cavalry stragglers and shot and killed.

In the process of fleeing, Bachlu was also targeted. Targeting Bakhruch was a straggler of the Vulture Cavalry, a small squad of about sixty men in all. Because of the battle, their movements were a little slower, and they missed the good show before. However, when they came to the north gate of Zhuanglang City, they happened to find Bachlu, a big fish.

"There's a big fish!" The leader of the Eagle Cavalry skirmishers shouted excitedly.

The clairvoyant mirror of the white-clothed army has been equipped to the level of a squad leader. This squad leader, through the clairvoyant mirror, locked on to Bachlu's figure. Due to the chaos of the battlefield, he did not recognize the exact identity of Bachrod. However, he knows that this guy is definitely a big fish. He had a golden saber in his hand, at least a commander.

"Brothers, up! this big fish! The team leader waved his hand excitedly.

A small group of eagle cavalry stragglers went madly and chased after Bakhru. Their riding skills are quite skilled, and the quality of the war horses under their crotches is not bad. As a result, they really caught up with it. Bakhrew's horses were certainly fast. However, the Tatars around him could not run fast. He can't leave his men behind and run alone. This has a great impact on his reputation.

"Damn it! I actually caught up! Bachloch was secretly annoyed.

was attacked by the white-clothed army, and he already felt very aggrieved. This was one of the few failures in his combat career. Unexpectedly, even the escape was closely pursued by the white-clothed army. For a moment, full of anger filled Bachlu's whole body. Without hesitation, he took off his big horned bow, bent his bow and set an arrow, and fired an arrow at the back.

"Whoosh!"

The iron arrows roared away.

"Poof!"

One of the vultures was caught off guard and shot off horseback.

"Well deserved!"

"Let you chase!"

"Let's see if you still chase after you!"

Bachlu cursed fiercely and shook the big bow in his hand.

He originally thought that his archery skills could deter the pursuers behind. However, the Vulture Cavalry stragglers in the back were not moved at all. They were still biting Bakhloch. They didn't even shoot. This silent silence made Bakhlu feel very uneasy. Subconsciously, he sensed danger like never before.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, Bachlu turned around and fired another arrow.

"Poof!"

Another Vulture Cavalry skirmish was shot, rolled over and fell from his horse.

It is true that Bakhrew's archery skills are not covered. Even if it is not as powerful as Mo Yuegen, it will not be too different. It can be described as fast and ruthless. As long as he is shot, it is basically a dead end. However, he shot two skirmishers of the Vulture Cavalry in succession, but he was still unable to escape his pursuers. They are still in hot pursuit. What made Bakhlu feel even more desperate was that it was a Vulture Cavalry skirmisher, and he hadn't fired a shot yet.

There was no way, Bachlu had no choice but to desperately urge the war horse and continue to gallop. He no longer paid attention to his men. He was going to run for his life alone. He kept praying for immortality and that he would be sure to get himself through the difficulties in front of him. As if hearing his prayers, the Vulture Cavalry stragglers who caught up behind were gradually pulled away by him. The thousand-mile good horse under his crotch is indeed not covered, and the war horses of the vulture cavalry stragglers are gradually unable to catch up.

"Finally got rid of it!" Bachlu breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously lowered the big bow of the horns. The two arrows just now consumed a lot of his strength, and he felt that his arm was a little sore. Being chased by the white-clothed army like this, the pressure on him is indeed too great. Just now, he once thought that he was going to die this time.

Suddenly, there was a figure in front of him, which seemed to flicker.

Bahlu felt his horse tremble, and then fell to his knees.

"Not good!"

Bachlu suddenly felt like the world was spinning. Damn it! Just when he thought he had escaped, he was ambushed by the White Army! Damn, how could there be a white-coat army hiding in front? And it happened to shoot his warhorse?

No way!

When pigs fly!

Bachloch is going crazy!

At this juncture, the war horse is killed, and the idiots know what the consequences will be. Even if the white-clothed army in front doesn't kill him, the white-clothed army that catches up behind will also kill him. From the moment the war horse knelt on the ground, he was destined to die.

"I'm not going to fail!"

After the horse knelt on the ground, Bachlu was thrown out mercilessly, rolling on the ground and splashing a large amount of dust. However, his skills are indeed very strong, and even if he is broken, he quickly stands up. Even, when he stood up, he still held his golden saber firmly. However, when he saw his surroundings clearly, he preferred not to get up himself. The golden saber in his hand also fell to the ground silently. Because, several warriors of the Vulture Cavalry have already surrounded them with muskets.

"Surrender!"

There was a Tuyuhun warrior shouting slogans loudly.

In all the units of the white-clothed army, there are some Tuyuhun soldiers, mainly for the convenience of communication. They all know Mongolian. They are guides and translators at the same time. If some valuable Tatar bigwigs want to provide information in exchange for survival, the two sides can at least communicate without causing misunderstandings.

"Don't think!"

Bachloch flatly refused.

"You bastards! The Khan will kill you! ”

Bachloch roared loudly. This time, his roar was in Chinese.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The warriors of the Vulture Cavalry did not hesitate to shoot.

What if you're a thousand-mile? We, the white-coated army, don't take prisoners now!

(To be continued)