After the departure of Gruso and Bergen, there were about 30,000 people around him. Before that, he took back all the Tatar cavalry in all the passes of Helan Mountain. He didn't believe it, 30,000 Tatars pressed together, and the white-clothed army could still fish steadily. Even if you want to fish, you will be killed by the fish! If you want to catch my Mo Yuegen's big fish, it depends on whether you Xu Xingxia has this ability!

To say that Mo Yuegen's methods are also tough enough, and his brain is flexible enough. He immediately found the weakness of the white-clothed army. In a small fight, the white-clothed army can still fish and secretly plot against the Tatars. Now, with the Tatars pressed by the whole army, the white-clothed army has no courage to fish. Indeed, in such a situation, you will definitely be strung to death.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

At the sound of an order, the Tatars suddenly seemed to be overwhelming, threatening Zhenyuan Pass.

It was the middle of November, the moonlight was very bright, and the whole town was surrounded by gentle moonlight. In the sky, the moon and stars are scarce, a bright moon, hanging in the sky, shrouded in clear light, like a fairyland. It's a pity that no one cares about the existence of the moon, and no one has the heart to spend the moon before and after. All they have is a strong fighting spirit. Whether it is the Tatars or the white-clothed army, they are ready to fight in the moonlight.

When Lin Dan Khan was in Zhenyuan Pass, there were only more than 1,000 troops, and he set up a position and rushed towards Zhenyuan Pass, which was not enough to see. At that time, the defenders of Zhenyuan Pass did not think that there was anything remarkable. But now it's 30,000 people. Even if the fortifications of Zhenyuan Pass were strong enough, and there were muskets and cannons, the defenders could still feel the heavy pressure. It was as if they were firmly locked in by the Tatars.

For a time, outside the entire Zhenyuan Pass, all the black pressure was people. The thunderous sound of horses' hooves shook the dust on Zhenyuan Pass and continued to fall down. Even if you stand on the city wall, you can feel the shaking of the earth. Standing on the top of Zhenyuan Pass and looking down, you can only see the black and oppressive human heads, as well as the sandstorms flying all over the sky, and you can't see the desert Gobi at all. The cavalry ranks of the Tatars seemed to be simply boundless and endless.

No wonder the Tatar cavalry was so fierce and so imposing. In fact, these Tatars have also accumulated a stomach full of grievances. When they were in Gansu Town, they were beaten by the white-clothed army in front of Gulang City. So much so that they had to cross the Tengger Desert. In crossing the desert, the Tatars did pay a great price. After arriving at Zhenyuan Pass, I was pressed by Zhenyuan Pass again, and the grievances in my stomach were not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

Now, Mo Yuegen gave an order, and the whole army assaulted, and the Tatars suddenly came to strength. The Tatars were all full of blood, and they were almost sensible. Regardless of whether they can win Zhenyuan Pass or not, they also have to vent the anger that has accumulated in their hearts for a long time. If they haven't had a chance to vent yet, I'm afraid they'll all go crazy.

Some of the Tatars didn't even need a bow or arrow, so they rushed straight up brandishing their scimitars. There were also some Tatars who actually ripped off all their shirts and armor and went into battle shirtless. There are also Tatars who paint colorful patterns on their faces. It feels like it's a totem of their faith. In terms of bravery, the Tatars were indeed superior to the Mongols.

......" is kind of interesting. Xu Xingxia said quietly.

On the tower of Zhenyuan Pass, a large number of white-clothed army officers gathered. They all held clairglasses and carefully observed the movement outside. The movement of the Tatar cavalry was indeed great. The dust they kicked up alone could shroud the entire town in a thick sandstorm. Xu Xingxia and others all need to cover their faces with one hand to block the wind and sand. The flag of the white-clothed army was also shrouded in sandstorms, and the original color could not be seen at all.

Zhu Xieyuan is naturally among them. It was the first time he had witnessed such a spectacular battlefield, and his heart was shocked, not to mention how powerful it was. Mo Yuegen actually threw out all his troops at once, which was simply too fierce. If there is no obstruction from Zhenyuan Pass, I am afraid that the white-clothed army will indeed be in danger. Such an overwhelming cavalry impact, even if there are cannons, it can't be stopped! No wonder the Tatars are so confident in their field skills.

But now, it seems that Mo Yuegen seems to be a little hot-headed. The Tatars are now like this, not in the field, but in a veritable fortification. Did he forget that there were cannons on the Zhenyuan Pass? Dealing with crowd tactics, artillery is definitely the most effective weapon! Several red-coated cannons, hundreds of Franc machine guns, concentrated firepower for a burst of bombardment, Tatar casualties, absolutely indispensable. Mo Yuegen is definitely a big loss this time.

"Mo said that he was trying to provoke us at all, but he was provoked first. It's rare for the Tatars to come up so aggressively to send them to their deaths! I said, "Why are these Tatars rushing to their deaths one by one?" Is it true that life is not interesting at all? Zhang Tianhao put down the clairvoyant mirror and said with a happy smile. When he spoke, his tone was deliberately yin and yang, that is, he wanted to damage the Tatars.

This senior staff officer of the white-clothed army has no power to catch chickens, and he can't go into battle to kill the enemy in person, so he can only be addicted. Fortunately, Mo Yuegen didn't hear it. Otherwise, he would definitely be angry. Originally, the vigorous dispatch was to deter Xu Xingxia, but why did he rush to die? Can you be more friendly?

"Yes! As long as the casualties are counted, Mo Yuegen is estimated to vomit blood. Our casualties were less than a hundred, but the casualties of the Tartars were more than 1,500. A staff officer named Liu Hanwu said. Liu Hanwu, naturally, is a fake name. The original real name has been quietly erased. Naturally, he knows the most about the data.

"Liu Hanwu? Fifteen hundred? Xu Xingxia suddenly asked. His ears are really sensitive, and in such an environment, he can actually hear Liu Hanwu speak.

"Report to the chairman, it's the news I just received, sent by the wolf cavalry. The number of Tatar casualties that can be determined has reached 1,539 people. Liu Hanwu hurriedly came to Xu Xingxia, stood upright, saluted, and followed the report.

"yes, I see." Xu Xingxia nodded with satisfaction and motioned for Liu Hanwu to go by himself. In one day, killing 1,500 Tartars is also a good record. His mood is naturally quite good. Of course, he was in a good mood, which meant that Mo Yuegen was definitely in a bad mood. This old boy is probably going crazy.

…… Mo Yuegen was furious, and the Tatar cavalry below was also angry. The anger they had been accumulating for more than two months finally erupted today. As if they were crazy, they continued to attack the cavalry of the White Army, trying to scatter the cavalry of the White Army in one fell swoop. At this moment, almost every Tartar has put his life and death on the line.

However, the anger of the Tatars was fiercely vented on the soft cotton. Seeing the Tatar cavalry swarming in, all the white-clothed cavalry immediately turned around and ran. After a while, they disappeared into the city gate cave of Zhenyuan Pass. Enraged, the Tatar cavalry continued to attack forward, not giving up.

"Squeak quack!"

The heavy city gate of Zhenyuan Pass also slowly closed.

At the head of the city, all the white-clad musketeers had their fingers on the trigger.

As soon as the order is given, they will pull the trigger, fire the mini bullet in the musket, and knock the Tatar cavalry in front of them off their horses. At the head of Zhenyuan Pass, at least 13,000 musketeers were concentrated. One can imagine what kind of power 13,000 muskets will be fired together. What's more, some fighters even have two muskets, which can strengthen the density of instantaneous firepower.

As for the soldiers who used the artillery, they were even more prepared before the cannon was fired. As long as an order is given, hundreds of artillery pieces can envelop all the Tatars in front. In total, there were three cannons in red, one hundred and twenty-four Franc machine guns. All artillery will fire shotguns. All Franc guns are equipped with five-letter breeches, which can be replaced in a very short time to enhance the instantaneous density of fire and inflict greater damage on the Tartars.

"Kill!"

"Rush forward!"

Zarik was also angry.

Paralyzed, the monk can't run the temple, fuck your mother!

Zarik, who was hysterical, completely forgot about the fortification of the city wall of Zhenyuan Pass, completely forgot about the muskets of the white-clothed army, and completely forgot about the cannons on Zhenyuan Pass. He is single-minded, that is, to vent all the anger in his heart. He subconsciously felt that with the accumulated anger of the Tatars, even if he hit it with a horse's head, he could knock Zhenyuan Pass away!

Under Zarik's order, more than 30,000 Tatar cavalry rushed to Zhenyuan Pass non-stop. They didn't mean to stop at all. They are getting closer and closer to the town. From a distance, it looks like a black flood, sweeping all over the world. That terrifying wave seemed to be able to swallow Zhenyuan Pass at any time. Even if he was as calm as Xu Xingxia, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks a little tight.

Obviously, Staff Officer Liu Hanwu also felt the tremendous pressure. It was the first time he had participated in the war, and he encountered such a big scene, and it would be false to say that he was not nervous. What they are facing at this moment is a full 30,000 Tatar cavalry! He had long heard of the ferocity of the Tatar cavalry. He felt that his palms were all covered with sweat. In order to relieve the pressure in his heart, he had to go around looking for someone to talk to. He stood next to Zhang Tianhao and whispered: "These tartars, their brains are really in the water, take the eggs and touch them on the stones." ”

Zhang Tianhao is quite calm. He is blindly confident in Xu Xingxia, and feels that no matter how big the Tartar is, in front of Xu Xingxia, he can only eat deflated. Finding that Liu Hanwu was a little nervous, Zhang Tianhao said in a low voice: "Xiao Liu, don't be afraid, it's okay." You're right, the Tartar does touch a stone with an egg. However, how can the Tartar recognize that he is an egg if he does not touch it fiercely? Do you think we're eggs? ”

...... "Hit again when you get closer!" Xu Xingxia said calmly.

At the head of the city of Zhenyuan Pass, all the white-clothed troops were naturally ready for battle.

All the cannons have been loaded and are ready to fire. All the musketeers, waiting with bated breath for orders. Lin Dacheng calculated the distance of the Tatar cavalry step by step. He had to calculate a suitable distance in order to inflict maximum casualties on the Tatars. The Tatars actually lost their minds and desperately stormed Zhenyuan Pass. There will never be a second chance like this. Therefore, he had to hold on firmly.

Seeing that the advance of the Tatar cavalry was less than thirty zhang away from Zhenyuan Pass, Lin Dacheng immediately gave the order to open fire. Because of the role of the habitual surname, the cavalry of the Tatars will definitely continue to rush forward. The distance between them and the city wall of Zhenyuan Pass will definitely continue to shorten. The hybrid killing system composed of red-coated cannons, Franc machine artillery, and moon guns can just envelop most of the Tatars in it.

"Put!"

Lin Dacheng categorically ordered.

The gunner immediately lit the fuse.

The musketeer immediately pulled the trigger decisively.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The first to sound was naturally more than 10,000 high-powered muskets.

Due to the delay in the order, as well as the speed of the individual reaction, the first round of salvos, which sounded as if they were burning firecrackers, went on and on. In an instant, the entire town was shrouded in the white smoke that erupted from the moon. The smell of gunpowder wafted through the air. Zhu Xieyuan, Liu Hanwu and others couldn't help coughing.

"Tom tom!"

"Knock knock!"

Moments after the muskets, various artillery pieces also broke out.

A large number of shotgun marbles, a large number of Mini bullets, like a storm, enveloped the Tatar cavalry that swept over. In an instant, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the sky and the earth changed color. The flames from various firearms completely tarnished the moon. The fire was too bright, and even in that moment, it lit up the entire sky. It was as if the sky had also been burned red.

The Tatar cavalry that rushed up suddenly fell in large swaths like wheat harvests. More than 10,000 Mini bombs were poured out, is the lethality a joke? Because the speed of the gallop was too fast, after some of the Tartar horses were killed, they fell to their knees at once, and the people on horseback, like cannonballs, flew directly out of seven or eight feet away. When it landed, it rolled on the ground as if it was a ruin, and it was estimated that it fell directly into a ball of meat sauce.

There were also some Tartar cavalrymen who fell with men and horses. They were directly pressed under the war horse, drawing a distance of more than ten zhang. By the time the horse stopped sliding, the people who were crushed underneath were basically torn apart. There are also many Tartars who were not hit by Mini or marbles, but were hit by their own companions, and they also ended up with a whimper.

The Tartar cavalry in front was hit by Minnie's bullets. The Tartar cavalry in the middle was hit by the Franc machine artillery. The last Tartar was hit by a cannon. Most of the Tartar cavalry who are hit by Minnie's bullet will fall directly from their horses, and it is almost impossible for them to survive. Some of them were struggling desperately until they were killed by Mini or marbles, or trampled to death by the hooves of their companions.

Most of the fallen Tartars were directly trampled into pulp by their companions behind. With 30,000 Tatar cavalry dispatched and 120,000 horses' hooves, where is there much room for transfer? No matter how many obstacles there are in front of them, the Tartar war horse can only step on it fiercely. The gallop that was told like this, and when he stepped on it, the iron man was crushed flat.

"Oops!"

Zarik was shocked.

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten the most important point.

On the head of the city of Zhenyuan Pass, there are cannons! The fortress of Zhenyuan Pass is very strong! The Tatars rushed up like this, it was pure suicide!

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

Zarik was terrified and hurriedly screamed.

He snatched the horn of the herald next to him and blew it himself.

The Tatar cavalry, too, woke up from a dream and hurriedly retreated. The guns of the white-clothed army rang out, and their hot minds calmed down instantly. When they realized what they had done, they were cold in the back of their spine. God, they actually took the initiative to bump into the guns of the white-clothed army, aren't they looking for their own death? With their flesh and blood, how can they stop the guns of the white-clothed army?

However, if they want to retreat at this time, how can it be so easy? The U-turn of a war horse requires time and space, especially in the case of high-speed galloping, which takes longer and requires more space. Just now, the Tatar cavalry, the speed of the impact was very fast, one by one like arrows off the string, eager to be faster than a meteor. As a result, some Tatar cavalry actually rushed to a place less than ten zhang from the city wall in one go. One can imagine what kind of concept it is to want to turn around in such an environment!

However, even if there is no way, you must turn around. Unless you want to die. So, in the midst of a high-speed gallop, there were Tatar cavalry desperate U-turns. Such a U-turn, naturally, no one organized. The Tatar centurions, thousand-necks, and the like are all out of order. In a panic, some of the Tatar cavalry turned to the left, while some of the Tatar cavalry turned to the right. The result of this is naturally a mess, and everyone crashes into each other.

With such a sharp speed, the two collided with each other, and the consequences did not need to be known. Some horses had their heads snapped off and fell to the ground. As for the people on horseback, they were naturally thrown out fiercely and flew more than ten feet away, and they definitely couldn't survive. Some even had two Tatar cavalrymen collide directly in mid-air, directly into two meat sauces, and then fall down fiercely.

The violent impact also seriously caused chaos on the scene. The corpses of those horses and men caused great trouble to the Tatar cavalry behind. The blood moistened the ground, causing the ground to be very slippery, and there were not a few war horses that slipped and fell. The more horses that fell, the less room there was for smooth movement, and more and more Tatar cavalry, feeling struggling, did not know what to do.

As a result, while they were hesitating, a large number of Mini bullets and marbles flew over and killed them directly to the ground. Basically, the Tartar cavalry, who rushed to the front, had no chance of survival at all. The muskets of the white-clothed army were indeed too fierce. As long as the Tartar cavalry is within the firing range of the moon gun, it will definitely not be able to escape the fire of Mini's bullets.

Those fierce Tartar horse archers found themselves dead, and no matter what kind of actions they made, they couldn't escape the poisonous hands of the white-clothed army. In a fit of rage, they simply did not retreat, but directly bent their bows and arrows and threw arrows at the city. It must be said that the choice of these Tartar riding shooters was completely correct. They can also be regarded as saving a little face for the Tatars.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

One arrow after another flew up.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

Soldiers in white were constantly being shot and falling to the ground with a muffled grunt.

With the archery skills of a Tartar horse archer, it is indeed not difficult to accurately shoot the target at a distance of ten or twenty zhang. The Tatar cavalry, which was originally at the forefront, was the elite of the elite, and their archery skills were definitely not covered. Moreover, with their vicious archery skills, as long as they are shot, they are basically in the critical position. In other words, as long as they are shot, the whites have very little chance of surviving.

Fortunately, the white-clothed army has reserves, and even if there is a large number of attrition, they are not afraid. Someone in front was killed and wounded, and immediately someone in the back came on to the bench and continued to shoot. Instead, it was the Tartars near the city walls who rode archers, and one died one less. When the last Tartar rode the archer, and was unwilling to fall down, the Tartar arrows finally disappeared completely.

"Withdraw!"

"Withdraw!"

Zarik cried out in a heartbreak.

He saw his subordinates fall in rows, and his heart was really completely broken.

Those are veterans who have fought with him for many years, and it is he who led them, from an ignorant teenager, to a high-level cavalry archer. In previous battles, when they faced the enemy, they were so brave and fierce. As long as they are dispatched, there is no enemy that cannot be defeated. As a result, because of this impact, they fell forever. They are like moths to a fire, dead that they can't die anymore.

"Don't ......" Zarik groaned in pain suddenly.

It turned out to see one of the bravest Tatar centurions, who was hit by the muskets of the white-coated army, and fell from his horse fiercely. However, he is still tenacious. He struggled on the ground, trying to get back up again. As a result, more projectiles, hit him in the body. It was as if there were countless holes in his body, and blood was constantly flowing out.

Finally, he fell helplessly. However, his back was still supported. One projectile after another continued to hit his back mercilessly, bursting out of blood flowers. In the end, he still couldn't hold it anymore and fell heavily to the ground, never to be seen again.

"I ......"

Zarik suddenly felt the world spin around, and his eyes went dark, and he fell off his horse.

(To be continued)