After stabilizing the defensive line, the white-clothed army gradually began to counterattack, gradually expanding its battle line in order to seek more opportunities to destroy the enemy. The commanders of each detachment really don't need Xu Xingxia's special tips to know how to destroy the enemy to the greatest extent. They observed the movements of the Tartar cavalry one after another, and then led their detachments to take the initiative to attack.

Feeling that the Tartar cavalry no longer had the will to fight, some of the white-clothed sergeants even left the cover of the side van and went directly to the Gobi Desert outside, stepped directly on the corpse of the Tartar, and shot at the Tartar farther away. The white-clothed sergeant who walked the farthest was even a full thirty meters away from the side van. If the Tartar cavalry launches a sudden counterattack, it is believed that the gains will not be less. It's a pity that the Tartar cavalry has no intention of fighting at all, and only thinks about desperately retreating, and it is about to collapse.

The stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry were active again. They go farther and have more opportunities to kill the enemy than the average white-clothed soldier. The Tartar cavalry, who had no intention of fighting, became their best target. As long as it is the target they are targeting, unless it has the ability to fly away, there is basically no possibility of escape.

With the gradual counterattack of the white-clothed army, the corpses of Tartars left on the battlefield are more and more dense. A large number of Tartar corpses, as well as the corpses of war horses, were piled on top of each other, and there was barely a gap for them to land. In some places, the blood was even deeper than the knees. In this way, the number of Tartar cavalry who can continue to fight is naturally decreasing. The combat effectiveness of the white-clothed army is even stronger. The Tatar cavalry, which had been extremely badly damaged, could only desperately retreat, seeking a chance to save their lives.

"How so? Is this how we have failed? Eyudun looked at Helkin beside him, and muttered a little blankly. In fact, he already knew that this attack was a complete failure. However, he could not accept the fact of defeat. Everything in front of him, the blow to him, is really too great.

Originally, it was a majestic southward head, wanting to find the bad luck of the Ming army, but I didn't expect that this would be the result in the end. The gap in the middle is indeed too big, so big that he can't bear it at all. He could only sit on the back of the horse weakly, looking at everything around him blankly, not knowing what to do. There has never been such a fiasco in the history of his conquest! Today, how can such a tragic thing happen?

He suddenly realized that he was the stupidest person in the whole incident. Everything in front of him was found by himself. If it weren't for his own stupidity, he would not have had such a result at all. Regret it, Eyudun really regrets it. If there really is a regret medicine in this world, no matter what the price is, he is willing to buy one and start over with everything in front of him.

Originally, it was only the Tatars of the Kylgin tribe who were attacked by the Ming army. Those who want to find the bad luck of the Ming army are only the Tatars of the Hellerkin Department. The Tartars of the Erdun tribe had never gone south before, nor had they attacked Ningxia Town. It can be said that he and the Ming army basically do not have much hatred. Even if the Ming army wants to enter the prairie in a big way, he and the Ming army will have room for negotiation.

However, it was because he was obsessed with money that he fell for Hellerkin. As a result, not only did his plan to go south not materialize, but he took at least 3,000 troops. Zaktai's thousand-man team is gone, and at least two of the three thousand-man teams under his command have been disabled. He had only four thousand cavalrymen in total, and three of them were crippled at once. It can be said that the youth and strength of the Erdun tribe have basically been lost. After he returned, he was afraid that he would immediately vomit three liters of blood, and then die of depression.

For a time, Edun hated Hellerkin to death. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Helekin was hateful, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Hellegin was more hateful than Xu Xingxia. In a sense, Xu Xingxia also defeated himself in a dignified manner, his skills were not as good as others, and he had nothing to say. However, Hellerkin used a plot to deceive herself.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in full view of everyone, he really wanted to draw his sword and kill Helkin with one knife to vent the anger in his heart. It's all this guy who killed himself. If it weren't for his big fool, he wouldn't have fallen to such a point. This is also the psychology of ordinary people. Powerful enemies can't be provoked, so they have to take out their anger on others.

"Withdraw your troops!" Helkin said disheartenedly. Now, Hellerkin has to accept reality painfully. What to do in the future, Helekin doesn't know. Anyway, let's take it one step at a time. It is estimated that the son of this tribal leader will not be too long. What's worse is that the existence of the Hellerkin tribe may not be too long. In the mouth of the white-clothed army, the Hellerkin tribe is a piece of fat. In the hands of other Tatar tribes, the Kyllegin tribe is not a piece of fat?

The Tartar cavalry, having received the order to retreat, hurriedly withdrew. They were really frightened, they no longer had the courage to fight, and when they received the order to retreat, their last bit of will to fight completely dissipated. They have no intention of fighting, and there is only one word in their minds, that is: escape! Escape the battlefield, escape from danger, and escape as fast as possible.

However, even if the Tartars want to leave, it is not so easy. When the Tartar cavalry attacked others just now, it felt so cool, so pulling, so aggressive, so invincible, and now, it was the turn of the person who was beaten to raise his eyebrows. Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, feng shui takes turns, you can't be beaten in vain, right?

Just now, those stragglers of the white-clothed army made the Tartar cavalry suffer a great loss, and many people died. When the Tartar cavalry retreated, they appeared like ghosts. The Tatar cavalry, who had no intention of fighting, became their best prey. This time, they hunted the Tartar cavalry even faster than before. The combat effectiveness of the Tartar cavalry, who had no intention of fighting, naturally plummeted, and it was almost falling to zero.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sporadic sound of gunfire echoed across a messy battlefield.

Every shot is most likely a sign of the death of a Tartar cavalryman, adding another nameless corpse to this chaotic battlefield. If there is no accident, there will be an additional war horse without an owner on the chaotic battlefield. At some point, of course, even the Tartars' horses were killed.

In addition to the stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry Army, the other nine combat detachments of the White Clothes Army also chased them out. Although their lethality is not as impressive as that of the Eagle Cavalry, and their marksmanship is not as accurate as that of the stragglers of the Eagle Cavalry, they are numerous! A large number of people is also an advantage, and it is still a particularly obvious advantage. When it comes to platoon shooting, the results are often impressive. As a result, the fallen Tartar cavalry, in greater number.

Even, even those auxiliary soldiers rushed out with waist knives in their hands. Anyway, the Tartars have been defeated, and they have no combat power, even if they only have a simple waist knife, they can kill a few Tartars. Even if ordinary Tartars can't kill them, it is still possible to remove the wounded Tartars from the battlefield. The white-clothed army under the leadership of Xu Xingxia has always wanted ordinary prisoners of Tartars, and as long as they encounter them, they will basically send them back to the west with one sword.

"Stop!"

"Re-camp on the spot!"

Seeing that something was wrong, Erdun and Helekin hurriedly issued orders.

The pursuit of the white-clad army was too fierce for the Tatars to withstand at all. If you flee back in such a hurry, I am afraid that the white-clothed army chasing after them will easily kill more than half of them. Even, it is very likely that they have been wiped out before they have returned to their tribe. They had to stop and regroup their ranks to have a chance to make it back alive.

However, after stopping, Erdun and Helekin realized that things were far from being as simple as they imagined. First of all, less than half of the Tatars, who were in a state of rout, obeyed their orders and were willing to stop, re-encamp, and block the attack of the white-clothed army head-on. As for the other half, most of them fled back to their tribes in a hurry. A small number may have fled to other tribes.

A rough count of the number of people turned out to be less than 2,500. When I went south, there were tens of thousands of people! More than half of them are gone! What's even worse is that among the less than 3,000 people, there are still a large number of idle people. Those who really have combat effectiveness are even less than 1,500 people. Moreover, among these 1,500 people, there are not a few who are injured, and some of them are even quite seriously injured, but they are barely able to support themselves and run back. It's really hard to say when they will suddenly lose their breath.

In the face of such a small number of troops, Eryudun and Helekin simply wanted to cry without tears. The Tartar cavalry that was killed were all the last elite of their respective tribes. Without them, the tribe that is basically equal to itself would not exist. Just one day of fighting, the casualties of the troops are so outrageous, that Xu Xingxia is simply the embodiment of the devil! Why are the firearms of the white-clothed army so terrifying?

In fact, even if the Tartars were to stop and re-encamp, what would they do? Counterattack is absolutely impossible. With such a small number of troops, where is there any possibility of counterattack? If they rushed forward now, the pursuers of the white-clothed army, a volley of guns, would be able to kill them all. Fortunately, the tank battalion and artillery battalion of the White Army did not catch up. Otherwise, they would not even be qualified to re-encamp. The only thing they can do now is negotiate with the White Army. This is their only way out.

(To be continued)