Seeing the white-clothed cavalry getting closer and closer, Barrett became more and more angry. The golden saber in his hand trembled slightly. Barrett's cheeks were also contorted. This is a symbol of excessive force. These hateful white-clothed cavalrymen dared to raise their sabers and rush over, it was simply deadly. The Tatar cavalry is dominating the world, when will it be the turn of the cavalry of the white army to go crazy? Barrett was confident that as long as the two sides engaged in hand-to-hand combat, he would be able to kill at least a hundred white-clothed cavalry by himself! Killing a dog is as easy as killing a sheep!

However, after his order was issued, the Tatar cavalry did not react at all. They look at me, I look at you, and there is no movement. Just kidding, the Tatar cavalry, who was retreating from the front, were all in a state of apprehension, eager to run as far as they could. Now they were about to turn to the offensive and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the cavalry of the White Army. How can it be? Even the most iron-clad army can't withstand such a toss.

Suddenly, a Tatar cavalry moved. Barrett suddenly felt relieved and secretly gasped. It seems that his subordinates have not been defeated by the white-clothed army, and they can continue to fight. Even after such a heavy blow, they still have fighting spirit. As long as everyone still has the courage to fight, it will be easy to do. On the contrary, if everyone is scattered and fights on their own, it will be miserable. The so-called people's hearts are scattered, and the team is not easy to lead.

Barrett's relief, however, lasted less than three seconds. Because, the action of the Tatar cavalry was not to advance to the cavalry of the white army, but to retreat directly to the rear. He's going to keep running away! Seeing his speed getting faster and faster, faster and faster, Barrett didn't even react.

When his figure disappeared at the end of sight, Barrett's mouth was already wide open, and the expression on his face became very depressed. This was the first time he saw his subordinates, but he didn't listen to his command, and chose to run away. Their fighting spirit, their courage, all collapsed completely at this moment. For a moment, Barrett's heart was like a knife, and it was difficult to control himself. He knew that the team was finished.

Sure enough, with this Tatar cavalry taking the lead, the other Tatar cavalry silently turned their horses' heads and fled behind. Barrett silently watched his subordinates, leaving his side one by one, his face becoming more and more ugly. In the end, all the subordinates were gone. The golden saber in his hand was silently put down.

Barrett wanted to take off his bow and arrow from his back and shoot them all. The reason for retreating from the battle is enough to put them all to death, and even implicate their families. But, in the end, he gave up. For a group of subordinates who have lost their fighting spirit, even if you kill them, what is the use? It's just that he helped the cavalry of the White Army in vain. For this fiasco, the first thing to review should be His Royal Highness King Mo Yuegen Khan.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The cavalry of the white-clothed army in the distance was getting closer and closer.

More Tatar cavalry, from Barrett's side, fled in disarray.

"Stop!"

"We're going to fight back! Counterattack! ”

"Stop! Stop it! Counterattack! Counterattack!

Barrett shook his spirits, brandished his golden saber, and stood high in the dunes. He hoped to intercept all these routs, reorganize his forces, and fight back solidly. There is no hope for his own subordinates, and perhaps the other Tatars, and some others, have the courage to fight. He did not believe that all the Tatars, gave up the battle. He did not believe that all the Tatars had lost their fighting spirit. If that's really the case, it would be very sad.

As a result, most of the Tatar cavalry still desperately ran backwards. Only a handful of Tatar cavalry, hesitantly, halted their horses. However, they did not immediately turn around and continued to attack the cavalry of the White Army. They are struggling to gauge what they should do and what choices they should make. Isn't it a joke that they just ran out from under the guns of the white-clothed army, and now they are rushing up to their deaths? There is no such thing as the brain-dead.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

As a result, the cavalry of the white-clothed army came in another burst of indiscriminate gunfire.

The Tatar cavalry, which was within range, suddenly fell twenty or thirty people.

Those hesitant Tatar cavalry, no longer dared to hesitate. They quickly urged their horses and accelerated to the rear. The dust from the horse's hooves hit Barrett in the face mercilessly. Soon, on the desolate sand dunes, there was only the lonely figure of Barrett. Well, beside him, there are dozens of corpses of Tatars.

"It's despicable!"

"It's so shameless!"

"It's so damnable!"

Barrett was mad with rage. He waved the golden saber in his hand desperately, not knowing what he was trying to express. Perhaps, it's just a simple vent of inner anger. If he hadn't made such a move, he would have been.

It turned out that the cavalry of the white-clothed army, seeing that the Tatars were showing signs of counterattack, immediately put down their sabers, put their muskets up again, and raised their hands to see a burst of muskets. As a result, the Tatar cavalry suddenly suffered again. It was this action that drove Barrett crazy. Paralyzed, you use a saber and you use a saber, how can you suddenly switch to a musket? Isn't that bullying?

In desperation, Barrett had no choice but to urge his horse and fled to the rear. Just because he doesn't have a good brain doesn't mean he doesn't understand danger. Seeing that the muskets of the cavalry of the white-clothed army had already hit his side, if he didn't run away, he would only be killed. He didn't want to die yet, he had to run. Fortunately, his war horse was also a very good Dawan horse, and it was very fast, and after a while, it ran out of the range of the cavalry of the white-clothed army.

It was not until he saw the large army of the Tatars that Barrett was embarrassed to stop his horse again. This time, he was confronted by the Tatar follow-up troops. Due to their distance from the front line, they did not suffer from the guns of the white army, which made them look in a decent state of mind. If they are not mistaken, they should still have the courage to fight the white cavalry in the field. Barrett breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the Tatars were large enough to be included in all of them, otherwise the Tatars would really be doomed.

It was Berrion who was responsible for reorganizing the follow-up troops and accepting the rout. He is the old man next to Mo Yuegen, and he is the henchman of Mo Yuegen's henchmen. Barrett and the others all have a lot of respect for him. Seeing Berrien appear, Barrett knew that Mo Yuegen should not be far away. It's just that Barrett looked around and didn't see Mo Yuegen. Perhaps, he is hiding in a corner and observing all this. Speaking of which, Mo Yuegen is the most responsible for this defeat. If it were not for his erroneous order, the Tatar losses would not have been so great.

Of course, Barrett didn't mean to question Mo Yuegen, and he didn't have the guts to do so. He just felt sorry and a little puzzled. Mo Yuegen, who has always been shrewd, why would he give such a wrong order? What a strange thing. Why did Mo Yuegen easily defeat other opponents, but in front of Xu Xingxia, he repeatedly folded? Speaking of which, Mo Yuegen's troops in Xu Xingxia's hands have been lost one after another, but they are not a few. If you count from the first contact between the two sides at the Kalong Mountain Fortress, it is estimated that it is close to 20,000.

What is the concept of 20,000 troops? This concept is that if you simply rely on the tribe currently controlled by Mo Yuegen, it will be impossible to make up for it without ten years. This can only be done if everything goes smoothly. If there is any accident in the middle, this time has to be extended indefinitely. Nomads have a low birth rate and a low growth rate. It's not easy to breed a qualified Tatar archer!

"Barrett, get your team in order! You only have one day! When Berrion saw Barrett, he immediately gave him a brief order, and then turned and went on his busy work. This time, the Tatars did suffer a great loss, and it did take a lot of effort for Berrion to reorganize his troops. Idiots know that at this time, the cavalry of the white-clothed army will definitely take the initiative to attack and beat the water dogs. If the Tatars do not reorganize their broken ranks as soon as possible, it will be really dangerous.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The sound of horses' hooves was heard from the south.

Barrett subconsciously turned his head to see that the white-clothed cavalry of the brigade was swarming over.

Berrien's worries were not wrong. The cavalry of the white-clothed army really wanted to beat the water dogs and expand the results as much as possible. As long as there is still a chance to destroy the enemy, the cavalry of the white-clothed army will not let it go. This time, instead of wielding sabers, they came up with muskets. It is estimated that the cavalry of the white-clothed army also felt that at this point, it was impossible to continue hand-to-hand combat with the Tatars. After all, the hand-to-hand combat kung fu of the Tatars is no joke.

"Too much deception!" Barrett roared angrily again.

These white-clad cavalry, as if they were haunted, stared at the rout of the Tatar army, and pursued them closely. Along the way, I don't know how many Tatars broke their troops and died at their hands. It was not until the follow-up troops of the Tatars that they encountered the formation of the cavalry of the White Army that they reluctantly stopped. However, the two sides remain in a state of standoff.

In the face of the fierce attack of the cavalry of the white-clothed army, all the Tatar cavalry felt that their scalps were a little numb. They had to fend off the attack of the cavalry of the White Army, otherwise all the Tatars would be doomed. However, they did not dare to rush forward. Because, if you rush forward, the muskets of the white-clothed army will start to go crazy again.

There was no way, the Tatar cavalry could only engage in a movement war with the cavalry of the white-clothed army, and the two sides were constantly playing hide and seek. The Tatar cavalry tried to get close to the cavalry of the White Army, taking advantage of the archery of the archers. The white-clothed army always kept a distance from the Tatars, giving full play to the advantages of the moon. As the sound of horses' hooves gradually dispersed, the teams on both sides also dispersed.

For a moment, Barrett almost felt the urge to cut off his head. What is this called? How did a good battle suddenly become like this? With his wisdom, it is really incomprehensible. When he was aggrieved, he saw that it was Catavaro who came quietly. Catavaro and he were good friends, and Barrett hurried over. But he found that Catavaro was mysterious, constantly observing the surroundings, as if there was some secret information revealed.

"What's wrong with you? What's wrong? Barrett asked curiously.

"I'm fine. However, I heard that the king of the Khan vomited blood. Catavaro looked around, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously.

"Huh? Haematemesis? Barrett subconsciously shook his body.

God, Mo Yuegen vomited blood? Wouldn't it, even the Khan King couldn't bear it?

Oh my God, this time the Tatars are really bad. Originally, he thought that no matter how discouraged, depressed, or discouraged the people below were, Mo Yuegen would never be discouraged, never depressed, and never lose confidence. Because, in the eyes of the Tatar cavalry, Mo Yugen is a god-like existence. It will never be defeated. Even in this most difficult and dangerous time, they still have confidence in Mo Yuegen, and always feel that Mo Yuegen will lead them out of the predicament. In the past, Mo Yuegen had done the same.

Unexpectedly, even the god-like Mo Yuegen actually vomited blood. As far as Barrett knew, this had never happened. One can imagine how severe the blow he suffered. It's no wonder that Mo Yuegen vomited blood. Look at the corpses of the Tatars everywhere in front of you, and the dead horses everywhere. This time, the Tatars lost absolutely no less. Thinking of the previous losses, if Mo Yuegen can endure it, he will really be an immortal.

Before going south to Gansu Town, how beautiful the blueprint described by Mo Yuegen was! From now on, Mo Yuegen and his subordinates will have a completely reading territory and can develop freely. With their strength, in the face of the weak Ming Dynasty, they still can't bully as much as they want? Who will take the Ming army in their eyes? Who would have thought that this would be the case? This is indeed too big a blow for Mo Yuegen.

...... "Good! Zhu Xieyuan's heart was full of joy.

Witnessing the battle of the white-clothed army for the first time, Zhu Xieyuan was completely admired.

No wonder the Tatars are so taboo about the white-clothed army, it is really the combat effectiveness of the white-clothed army, which is indeed too strong. As long as this entanglement continues, the casualties of the Tatars are palpable. When the Tatar casualties reached a certain level, Mo Yuegen could not help but retreat.

The battle gradually faded away, and the crowd of onlookers at the head of the city gradually dispersed. Zhu Xieyuan and others came down from the city and tried to find Xu Xingxia to learn some information, but they didn't see Xu Xingxia. When they returned to the operational command room, Staff Officer Liu Hanwu came up and said, "Lord Zhu, my lords, the chairman of the committee has given orders, saying that he has gone up to sleep. He also said that if there is no big thing, leave him alone. By the way, he also said, if you want to sleep, go quickly. ”

Everyone smiled in understanding, and obediently turned their heads to sleep.

(To be continued)