"It's so tragic......"

Zuo Guangdou muttered to himself. [No pop-up novel network]

It was the worst battle he had ever seen. It was also the deadliest battle ever recorded, he believed. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zuo Guangdou wouldn't have believed that in this world, such a tragic battle would happen. Both the white-clothed army and the Tatars seem to have gone crazy. Both sides did not care about casualties at all, only knew how to desperately put their troops on the battlefield until they shed their last drop of blood.

Looking at the bodies of the white-clothed soldiers being carried down from the front line. looked at the wounded white-clothed soldiers who were blurred in flesh and blood, carried down from the front line. Looking at the young men one by one, they kept coming on the bench. Look at the blood flowing down from the front line, all the way to your feet. Zuo Guangdou suddenly felt that he had burst into tears unconsciously. These white-clothed soldiers were the bravest, greatest, and most heroic soldiers he had ever seen. They used their lives to defend the dignity of the Han people.

During the six months he served as the prefect of Ningxia, Zuo Guangdou saw nothing but darkness, ignorance, greed for life and fear of death, and selfishness in Ningxia Town...... As a result, he once thought that the people in Ningxia Town were already incorrigible. This is a place where there is no possibility and hope. Everyone living in Ningxia Town, whether it is a high-level official or a low-level military household, can only wait for death in silence. However, now, he must admit that there is still hope for the town of Ningxia. This hope is Xu Xingxia, the white-clothed army.

There is no doubt that it was the emergence of Xu Xingxia that brought hope, vitality and vitality to Ningxia Town, which was a pool of stagnant water. Under his leadership, the people of Ningxia Town seem to have changed again, full of vitality and infinite vitality. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that these white-clothed soldiers who were desperate to go forward and succeed each other and were not afraid of death were those military households who used to be walking dead and insensitive to death. And the person who changed them was Xu Xingxia.

At this moment, Zuo Guangdou suddenly had a feeling. No matter what Xu Xingxia does, he is a great existence for Ningxia Town. Any attempt to act against him is selfish. He finally understood why Xu Xingxia's prestige in Ningxia Town was higher than that of the emperor in the Forbidden City. The reason is simple. The stagnant pool of Ningxia Town, dying, was caused by that emperor. And it was Xu Xingxia who changed all this.

"It's so tragic......"

By Zuo Guangdou's side, the old man Houdefu also muttered to himself.

As the old chief of the Tuyuhun people, Hou Defu has definitely seen much more battlefield battles than Zuo Guangdou. On the steppe, the swords and bloody conflicts between the nomads are no less than those in the Central Plains. However, it is also the first time I have seen such a tragic fight. It was also the first time he had seen such a crazy Tatar meet an even more crazy army in white. The two sides were completely scuffled.

The Tatar cavalry under Mo Yuegen's command was indeed completely insane. They rode their horses and rushed forward desperately. They even hit the top of the earthen fence directly and tried to knock the wall of the earthen fence with their horses' heads. However, what awaited them was a burst horse's head and a splash of blood. No matter how powerful the impact of their war horses was, in front of the concrete concrete they would only have their heads broken and their blood flowing.

There are even more crazy Tatars. On their horses galloping at high speed, they leaped straight to the top of the wall and engaged the white-clad musketeers in hand-to-hand combat. However, their actions have no chance of success at all. Because, when they rushed to close range, countless muskets had been aimed at them. After a burst of gunfire, they would immediately be beaten to a thousand holes, and the blood would flow like an infusion, even Da Luo Jinxian would not survive.

Some of the musketeers in white were also completely insane. Someone directly stabbed the rushing Tatar with a bayonet, and someone brandished the butt of a rifle and smashed the head of the rushing Tatar to pieces. Others directly held explosive bags and flew into the crowd of Tatars. With a loud bang, the whites disappeared, as did the Tatars. Hou Defu saw with his own eyes that there was a white-clothed soldier who had just entered the battlefield and died with the enemy.

"It's so tragic......"

Oyanga was also muttering silently.

As the current chieftain of the Tuyuhun people, Oyanga naturally cares deeply about combat.

He can't help but care. If the white-clothed army is defeated, all the Tuyuhun people will be slaughtered. Only when the white-clothed army is victorious, the Tuyuhun people have any hope of continuing to survive. In such a situation, the Tuyuhun people must use their strength to assist the white-clothed army in the battle. The 3,000 Tuyuhun cavalry under his command are also ready to fight at any time. However, judging by the current situation, there is simply no chance for them to go to war.

The battle was too fierce. The entire Phoenix Sea has been bleeding like a river. The shore of the lake is already blood-red. It must be admitted that such a level of combat has completely exceeded the limit that the Tuyuhun people can bear. Oyanga estimated that if he led the team up, it would not take half an hour, and the 3,000 Tuyuhun cavalry would all be wiped out. In the face of the frenzied attacks of the Tatars, no one but the white-clothed army could stop them.

Fortunately, no matter how tragic the battle was, the white-clothed army always fought in an orderly manner without the slightest panic. Whether it is substitutes, or sheltering the wounded, or carrying corpses, or replenishing ammunition, it is all carried out in an orderly and orderly manner. Everyone's face looked quite calm. Everyone was convinced that victory must belong to the white-clothed army. On the Tatar side, on the other hand, it seems to be much more chaotic. They only knew how to rush forward desperately, but they never achieved decent results.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Oyanga lifted the clairvoyant mirror and saw that it was an explosive bag that had exploded inside the earthen enclosure. The Tatar archers stationed in the earthen enclosure were suddenly blown up. The white-clothed troops outside the earthen enclosure smoothly entered the earthen enclosure and stabbed the stunned Tartar archers to death one by one with bayonets. As a result, the white-clothed army regained control of this earthen enclosure.

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The Tatar high-ranking officials suddenly became angry and burst into foul language.

It took them a lot of effort to get back a dirt fence, and it was snatched back alive by the white-clothed army! It's really unbearable for uncles and unbearable for aunts! I've seen bullies, but I've never seen such bullies! Do you really think that the Tatars are muddy? At this moment, all the Tatars were out of anger. Almost without thinking, they made the decision to take back Tuweizi at all costs.

"The whole army strikes back!"

"Snatch the dirt fence back!"

"If you can't take the dirt fence, no one should come back!"

Zarik looked like crazy, desperately brandishing his golden saber and screaming.

At his shouting, more Tatar cavalry slaughtered the earthen enclosure. This is the last cavalry force under Zarik's command. If this cavalry force is also exhausted, Zarik will become a veritable single captain. However, at this time, Zarik did not think of this at all. His mind was full of thoughts, which was to snatch this dirt fence back. No matter how many people die, they must be snatched back again!

Mo Yuegen was also completely stunned. The Tatars occupied this enclosure, and in less than three hours, it was recaptured. That's a lot of love! The dignity of the Tatars is almost completely lost. At this moment, Mo Yuegen did not stop Zarik's crazy move at all. He also hopes to snatch this earthen enclosure back.

However, how easy is it for the Tatars to regain this earthen enclosure from the hands of the white-clothed army? After taking control of this earthen enclosure, the Xiao Cavalry sent two of the most elite squads to garrison the area, and also sent a large number of explosives packages to this earthen enclosure. The damaged walls were also quickly repaired. The Tartar cavalry was far away, so they fired with muskets. When the Tartar cavalry was close, they used explosives packs to greet them. As a result, the battle went on for another two hours, and this earthen enclosure was still firmly controlled by the white-clothed army.

Suddenly, there was silence between heaven and earth, and the fierce battle came to an abrupt end. This abrupt situation is like a duck that is desperately neighing, and suddenly someone pinched the duck's neck so hard that it can't make any sound. I have to say that this feeling is very uncomfortable and very weird. All the people who were listening to the movement of the battlefield subconsciously raised their heads to see what was happening in front of them. In the rear of the white-clothed army, dozens of clairvoyant mirrors were raised, carefully looking at the battlefield.

"What's wrong?" Zuo Guangdou asked curiously.

"The Tatars are gone." Hou Defu said with relief.

"Huh? The Tatars are gone? Zuo Guangdou said in disbelief.

God, the Tatars are all gone? No way? In the battle just now, the Tatars actually lost tens of thousands of people? He felt that his heart was about to jump out. If all the Tatars were defeated, wouldn't it mean that the final victory would belong to the white-clothed army? Yes! It's so comfortable! Damn the Tartars, there are also today! It would have been nice if the Tatars had been wiped out earlier!

However, when Zuo Guangdou saw from the clairvoyant mirror that there were still a large number of Tatars in the distance, he understood. It was only one army of the Tatars that was wiped out, and not all of the Tatars were gone. For a while, Zuo Guangdou felt a little lost again. Why aren't all the Tatars gone? If you keep these scourges in the world, you will continue to harm others! Why don't they continue to rush up and die?

However, after a while, Zuo Guangdou took another deep breath and returned to normal. To be able to wipe out all the Tatar troops is also a remarkable achievement. It is estimated that in the battle just now, the losses of the Tatars must have exceeded 8,000 people. Such huge losses are absolutely unbearable for the Tatars. If such a battle breaks out two or three times, the Tatars will really be wiped out.

"Gone? My troops, just like that? ”

Zarik held the golden saber weakly, his face pale, and muttered to himself.

Just now, he desperately brandished the golden saber and ordered his troops to constantly enter the battlefield. He was bent on getting that dirt fence back. It wasn't until he suddenly found that there were no more troops to deploy around him, and he suddenly found that the Tatar cavalry under his command had all been killed.

Oh, my God! All killed! That's 10,000 people! 10,000! They were all killed! Zarik's eyes were glazed, as if someone had taken his backbone out of him, and he was paralyzed on the ground, completely unconscious. The entire army of 10,000 people was completely wiped out. What kind of concept is this? Zarik couldn't accept such an outcome.

"Oh my God, it's all gone?"

"Wouldn't it? Zarik's troops are all ......"

"God, what's going on? Are the white army all monsters? ”

The other Tatar high-ranking officials were also completely stunned. Before, they didn't feel anything was wrong. They and Zarik had exactly the same mind, that is, to snatch that damn dirt fence back into the hands of the Tatars again. It wasn't until the battle came to an abrupt end that they suddenly discovered that all of Zarik's troops had been killed.

Oh my God, it's just horrible. In the battle just now, in the repeated battles just now, the losses of the Tatars were actually close to 13,000 people! You read that right, it's thirteen thousand! Thirteen,000 lives! What a huge number! If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that in just a few hours, there were 13,000 Tatars who lost their lives forever?

What's even worse is that after paying these thirteen,000 lives, the Tatars are still standing still, and there is no progress at all. The earth enclosure they wanted to snatch back was still in the hands of the white-clothed army. All the earth enclosures are still in the hands of the white-clothed army. The only difference was that the area around the earthen enclosure was covered with the corpses of Tatars. Layers upon layers of Tatar corpses, some of which were actually stacked in four or five layers.

Also in a daze was Mo Yuegen. In the face of such a heavy loss, he really didn't know what to do. No matter how many big scenes he experienced, he couldn't calm down. Everything that happened in front of him seemed to have completely surpassed his cognition. In front of such a scene, he has always been shrewd, but he has become a complete idiot. The loss of 13,000 people was simply ripping off his flesh, and the painful feeling can be imagined.

However, the major blow suffered by the Tatars was not over. The captain of the scout hurried over and reported loudly to Mo Yuegen: "His Royal Highness the King of Khan, it's not good! Oh no! On our west side, there are also cavalry in white clothes! There are more than 10,000 troops! ”

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(To be continued)