The sharp-eyed Tatars discovered that it was the red-clad cannon of the White Army firing. For the Ming army's Franc machine artillery, most of the Tatars are no strangers. But what they heard was not the familiar sound of the Franco's artillery. God, this town is far away, it's so terrible, there are even red-clothed cannons. But I still bumped into it, isn't this a clear death? No matter how brave they are, they are no match for the red-coated cannons!

The guns of the white-clothed army inflicted great damage on the Tatar cavalry. Fortunately, most of the Tatar cavalry managed to escape. After all, their horse-control skills are very superb, and they have completely reached the point where they can advance and retreat freely. In such a chaotic battlefield, most of the Tatar cavalry still managed to ride their horses and run out.

They do have a lot of combat experience in peacetime. Even in such an unfavorable situation, you can still preserve your vitality to the greatest extent. In this respect, the Tatar cavalry was indeed much better than the Mongol cavalry of Lindan Khan. If it was Lin Dan Khan's iron lance cavalry, it might have been basically wiped out.

Of course, the price paid by the Tatars is, apparently, also considerable. In terms of the proportion of casualties, it may not be very prominent. However, in terms of the absolute number of casualties, it is very impressive. The first round of guns of the White Army inflicted losses on the Tatars of at least a thousand people. The entire forward force was almost completely annihilated. Just look at the Gobi Desert in front of you, and you can see the large tracts of Tatar corpses left behind. The most conservative estimate is that there are more than three or four thousand people. Together with the Tatars who fled back with their wounds, the total number of casualties is estimated at more than five thousand.

In the impression of the Tatars, it seems that there has never been a battle, and they have left so many corpses. In the battles of the past few decades, the strongest opponent they have encountered, after a battle, the Tatar losses are at most more than a thousand, and there is absolutely no more than two thousand. Such a fiasco is absolutely unprecedented! Their courage, their determination, and their self-confidence were all shattered in the face of the guns of the white-clothed army.

From the point of view of the blows, the casualties of the Tatars are actually not the most important. Most importantly, the confidence of the Tatars was hit by the extermination of the caste. All along, the Tatars were confident that in the field, they would definitely be able to defeat Xu Xingxia and defeat the white-clothed army. However, judging from the current situation, this is almost impossible. Their faith was almost completely extinguished. In the future, even if they encounter the white-clothed army, they will not dare to face it easily.

This is another heavy blow to Mo Yuegen. Originally, from the beginning of the southward movement to the town of Gansu, the vital forces of the Tatars were greatly hit, and the number of combat soldiers continued to decrease. The soldiers are not men, nor slaves, nor are they improvised strong men. In a short period of time, it is simply impossible to make up for it. Now, even the Tatars' confidence in battle has been completely lost, and they still have the advantage to defeat the white-clothed army?

In the current situation, not to mention conquering Gansu Town, it is unknown whether it can successfully withdraw to the nest north of the desert. If you calculate, you will find that from the time you went south to Gansu Town, the Tatars have lost more than 10,000 people. 10,000 is definitely not a small number. It must be known that these 10,000 people, but they are pure combat soldiers, and they are the most precious part of the Tatars. Their loss will have a fundamental impact on the development of the Tatars for the next two or three decades.

Of course, Mo Yuegen knew all the serious consequences of this. No one knows better than him the bad effects of defeat. His mind had become a mess. For a while, he didn't dare to accept the cruel reality in front of him. If cutting off one or even two of his arms can avoid losses, he will definitely consider it carefully. It's a pity that in this world, there is no regret medicine. He must come to terms with the harsh reality.

…… After Zarik unexpectedly fainted, it was Barrett who was in charge of the front line. He is also the commander of the 10,000 men under Mo Yuegen, who was temporarily promoted by Mo Yuegen after Bachlu died in battle. His brain is somewhat similar to that of Bachluth, but it has never been easy to use. His only strength is that he is very brave in battle, and he is not afraid of death. He and Bakhlu belonged to the most fierce of the Tatars. Fierce to the enemy, but also fierce to his own people.

When the Tatars attacked Zhenyuan Pass just now, Barrett was also a typical hot-headed person. As the captain of ten thousand people, he actually rushed to a place less than a hundred zhang away from the town. Fortunately, his luck was super good, and none of the guns of the white-clothed army fell on him. When the guns of the white-clad army were fired, Barrett stood there stupidly, not knowing what was happening. No way, his brain is not flexible enough. It took a long time for Barrett to react and hurriedly beckoned his subordinates: "Retreat!" Fall back! All withdrawn! ”

He himself pulled his horse and turned his head and ran behind. His horse was fast, and he quickly ran out of the range of the Yue Yue. He reined in his horse and continued to beckon his men to retreat. The Tatar cavalry, in disarray, retreated from his side. However, there were many more Tatars, but they fell under the guns of the white-clothed army.

"Damn the dog!"

"Damn the whites!"

"Damn Xu Xingxia!"

Barrett clenched his fists hard and cursed fiercely.

It's a pity that his curse has no effect on the battlefield. The guns of the white-clothed army are still so fierce, and there are more and more Tatar cavalry who have fallen. The Tatar cavalry, who reacted quickly, escaped from life. However, the Tatar cavalry, who were slow to react, had no choice but to die. In particular, the Tatar forwards, who rushed to the front, had almost no chance of escaping. In Barrett's eyes, they fell one after another, and there was not one left.

Barrett had never encountered such a fiasco, and his already somewhat clumsy brain could not be turned around for a while. He couldn't understand why the brave Tatars were so vulnerable to the guns of the white-clothed army. It's just vulnerable. In desperation, Barrett had no choice but to urge the war horse to stay away from the battlefield. He really couldn't accept such a result. Perhaps, Mo Yuegen will have some explanation.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, while running, a marble sputtered over.

Barrett was caught off guard and was hit in the left eye by a marble, and blood splattered. His body shook violently and almost fell off the horse. However, he is not an ordinary person after all. He hurriedly steadied himself while covering his left eye with his hand. Blood was gushing from his left eye. Soon, Barrett judged that his left eye was completely finished. In a fit of rage, he dug out the marbles directly. only to find that the eyeballs had been smashed. So, he was ruthless again and gouged out all his eyeballs.

"Gollum!"

Barrett threw the bloody eyeballs into his mouth and swallowed them directly.

The surrounding Tatar cavalry couldn't help but shrink their heads when they saw Barrett so strong. If they had done it before, they would have been shocked by Barrett's actions and admired him immensely. But now, they are all dismissive, and even a little scoffing. Because, no matter how brave Barrett is, in front of the guns of the white-clothed army, he is still killed. This marble didn't hit him in the vital point, otherwise, he would have been doomed.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Suddenly, there was a dull sound behind him.

Barrett couldn't help but look back and saw that it was two Tatar cavalrymen who had been hit by marbles and fell straight off their horses. The marbles may have smashed their heads directly. Their heads were covered with bloody blood and white brains. The mix of the two is very ugly. The retreating Tatar cavalry did not hesitate to step over them. Soon, there were only two bloody masses left on the ground.

"Alas......"

Barrett shook his head helplessly.

Such a scene, which he had never encountered in previous battles.

Even if there really is such a scene, it must be staged on the enemy. Because, in the past battles, the Tatars have defeated countless enemies, but their own losses are not large. Such a tragic phenomenon could not have happened. However, in front of the white-clothed army, all this has completely changed. In front of the white-clothed army, the Tatars, who used to be fierce, were only passively beaten. This taste, not to mention how uncomfortable it is.

The blood in his left eye was pouring out, and Barrett did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly retreated with the remnants of his subordinates. If you continue to stay here, you will only be sent to death. Halfway through, Barrett gathered Zarik's men and retreated with them. The other Tatar cavalry did not dare to slack off, and retreated after Barrett. These Tatars were blinded by the guns of the white-clothed army, and when they saw Barrett appear, their panicked emotions calmed down a little.

It had been a full three miles before Barrett could barely stand still, and the Tatars behind him barely stood still. After getting out of the range of the guns of the White Army, the panic of the Tatars was finally brought under control. After all, they are battle-hardened troops with a lot of combat experience. The panic just now already made them feel very embarrassed. Now, without the direct threat of the White Army, they could not still be so embarrassed.

Barrett began to try to regroup his troops. He lost his left eye, and his ability to see people and things was severely affected. However, after all, he was a very tenacious man, a fierce warrior, and a commander, and under his shouting, the Tatar cavalry around him gradually restored order. The remnants of the commanders, centurions, and ten-commanders gradually resumed their powers. Half an hour passed, and Barrett probably gathered about 3,000 people.

Probably thinking that they had escaped from the range of artillery, many Tatar cavalry also stood still. They approached Barrett at the shouting of Barrett. In fact, none of them belonged to Barrett's jurisdiction, but to the other captains. However, the entire cavalry contingent of the Tatars was completely disrupted, and it was impossible to find the original commander. In view of the current chaotic situation, Barrett naturally did not hesitate to put them all together.

Taking advantage of the brief opportunity, Barrett gave the Tatars a rout and re-energized. He waved the golden waist knife in his hand, and said viciously that the Tatars had not yet failed. The Tatars only fell for the white army and suffered a certain amount of losses. The White Coats relied on intrigue to win. Their combat effectiveness is simply not good. In an open battle, the white-clothed army must not be the opponent of the Tatars. As long as all the Tatars regain their courage, the Tatars still have a chance to turn the tide and not fall...... "Da Da Da! ”

"Da Da Da!"

While he was impassionedly boosting morale, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves was heard, and Barrett turned his head to see that the white-clad cavalry had caught up again. The grievances in his heart, not to mention how uncomfortable they were. These damned white-clothed soldiers plotted against the Tatars as a last resort, and they wanted to kill them all. It's really unbearable for uncles and unbearable for aunts!

What's even more odious is that those white-clothed cavalry actually used sabers instead of guns of fire. One by one, they raised their sabers and slaughtered them viciously. It seems that they are actually preparing to fight the Tatars hand-to-hand. All of a sudden, the anger in Barrett's heart rose. It's just a matter of killing them all, and you still have to fight hand-to-hand with the Tatar cavalry! Paralyzed, do you really think that the Tatars are easy to bully?

"General, the Han dog is here again!"

Some Tatar cavalrymen trembled and said in a trembling voice.

Just listening to his voice, you know that he is frightened and palpitating.

His voice hit Barrett hard. The morale boost of my own just now seems to have been done in vain. When he was spitting and dancing just now, those Tatar cavalry could barely maintain their composure, and it seemed that they had recovered a certain amount of morale. However, when the white-clad cavalry appeared, the Tatar cavalry began to panic again. If it weren't for him Barrett standing here, it is estimated that they would have continued to flee in a swarm.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

"Indecent!"

"!"

Barrett scolded every curse he could think of.

He was really angry with these white-clothed cavalry in front of him. They dared to rush up with their sabers, which was simply an insult to the Tatars' hand-to-hand combat skills! These damn Han dogs, have you forgotten that in previous hand-to-hand combat, one Tatar cavalry could take out at least five Han cavalry? They're just sending them to the door to find death!

"Get ready, everyone!"

"Fight back! Counterattack! Counterattack! ”

Barrett was furious, pointed at the golden saber, and ordered a counterattack.

(To be continued)