In the face of the Tatars' counterattack, it seemed so weak to the entire Xihe Elite Cavalry, even if they had broken away from the primitive tribal life and had weapons forged with iron, even the arrowheads could already be 'luxurious' to use iron instead of the original bones or stones, but was that enough?

No, the strength of the two armies is not in the strength of their individuals, but in the cooperation of each other, and the combined force is one. Even if a congenital master like Zhang Yuan dares to enter an army, he also relies on the mobility of the snow lion to get rid of the pursuit of the other party, and he definitely does not dare to go head-to-head with an elite army and consume it.

Compared with the innate masters, these Tatars are obviously worse than the Dao, and their individual strength is even worse than that of the Xihe Elite Cavalry, and the cooperation is still in the primitive hunting and mutual cooperation, there is no system, there is no effective and concise exercise, the results can be imagined.

With Zhang Xiu as the blade, the Xihe Spirit Cavalry was like an invincible sword, stabbing fiercely into the Tatar formation.

In the face of morale, the fierce and fierce are not inferior to themselves, and the brave and fearless Tatars found themselves involuntarily forced to retreat and cut open, and the courage that is not afraid of life and death seems so weak and powerless at this moment, and the whole team melts like snow.

Unbelievable, the Tatars let out an angry roar, how could they believe this result in front of them? Defeated by the Han cavalry? Is this still the Tatar army that prides itself on growing up a nation on horseback? Is this still the Tatar army that fought for him in front of the great Genghis Khan?

The Tatars struggled tenaciously, but no matter how the Tatars struggled, they could not get rid of the increasingly inclined battlefield, and the victory was irreversible, facing the Western River Elite Cavalry who seemed to be one. The Tatar forces looked so fragile in front of them that they might have collapsed if they had not had a shred of bravery to support them.

Even so, the Tatars were scattered, involuntarily scattered.

There were shouts of slaughter everywhere, chaos everywhere and crowding of people, and the invincible Western River Spirits who were ravaging in the ranks of the Tatars, and blood was flowing everywhere, but no one paid attention to them anymore. Kill, kill all the enemies in front of you, this is the only thought of both the enemy and us.

"The enemy chief has been ambushed, and you will kill all the enemy with me!!!"

Suddenly, Zhang Xiu let out an angry roar. I saw that Da Xu, who was originally floating in the Tatar army, appeared in his hands at this time. The blood-stained flagpole was waved by him. It fell on one Tatar after another, and under his horse's hooves, a Tatar in armor lay in a pool of blood, apparently dead.

The Tatars, who were already in disarray, had lost their last pillar, and some of them had no idea of fighting, and faced the West River Spirits. They had already been killed without temper, fear took over their hearts, and the moment they saw Daxu, they couldn't stop running away.

Originally, it did not occupy any numerical advantage. Even the Tatars who had already appeared inferior were divided into two groups, and there was no threat to the Xihe Elite Cavalry, and in the face of the dying and struggling Tatars, Zhang Xiu raised the spear in his hand without pity, led his subordinates to the Xihe Elite Cavalry, ploughed it fiercely, and then drove the remnants to pursue those fleeing enemies.

Walking all the way, the corpse was used as a marker to guide the way, and when the follow-up troops came to the battlefield under the leadership of Zhou Bo, they looked at the corpses lying everywhere, densely packed with people and war horses, and the blood seemed to be gathered together in small pools of water, and the stumps and broken arms were exposed to the ground.

"It's ruthless!" There were no more people standing on the battlefield, and Zhang Xiu didn't know where to go, Zhou Bo spit out two words fiercely, and then said to the soldiers around him: "Why are you still stunned, leave a hundred people to clean up the battlefield and help your own wounded, as for those Tatars, don't let them die too happily!" ”

Hurriedly leaving a hundred people, Zhou Bo continued to hurry along the direction of the corpse, along the way the Tatar corpse has not been broken, basically can not see the corpse of the Xihe spirit horse, at the beginning there are dozens or hundreds of corpses gathered together, to the end of the Lu, the Tatar obviously did not have a trace of courage in the back, did not dare to turn back to resist, the body was abandoned on the road, except for the wounded horse wailing, even the body of the Xihe spirit rode was gone.

"Bad luck, it's really bad luck, I won't be with Zhang Xiu next time!"

Zhou Bo held the handle of the knife and muttered unhappily, they are mainly Han foot soldiers recruited on the spot, and they can't get up fast, so they can follow behind and eat ashes along the way, and they also help Zhang Xiu pick up one or two wounded people from time to time, and they can't touch the enemy, and the depression can be imagined.

I don't know if Zhang Xiu ran too fast, or Zhou Bo walked too slowly, anyway, Zhou Bo chased for two days before catching up with Zhang Xiu, who was resting in a city that had already been killed.

In the past two days, I have been eating ashes behind, and since I entered the place where the Tatars settled, I have seen what it means to be called a chicken and a dog, but when I entered the city, 80% of the team led by Zhou Bo vomited again, and those newly recruited Han soldiers vomited a place that turned the world upside down.

The ruined city in the urging of time, looks vicissitudes and broken, when this vicissitudes dyed with a bewitching blood red, become particularly weird, in the river outside the city, the corpses blocked the water, the flowing water is red and dense, clearly visible that the stump and broken arm in the water sinking and floating.

The whole city is like a ghost, and the Jingguan temple standing in front of the city is the benchmark of this ghost, which seems to tell people that this place no longer belongs to the world.

As if sensing that someone was coming, Zhang Xiu led people out of it, in addition to strolling and walking, ignoring the surroundings of the Xihe spirit horsemen, there were many Han people who gathered from all corners of the city, their hair was scattered, and their bodies exuded a strong evil aura, this was like a Shura team from hell, so that the people who followed behind Zhou Bo did not dare to make a sound.

Even Zhou Bo, who had experienced countless battles, was oppressed by the momentum exuded by the calm of this team, and his breathing was a little heavier, he had never seen such a calm and crazy army, after the crazy killing, it was indifferent as if everything had nothing to do with them. The sharp eyes in the calm and plain, but they don't tell others all the time, don't mess with me!

"Tsk, you guys are so ruthless, you're all killed, and you don't leave some for me to use for training!" Zhou Bo said with a sigh, breaking the calm and depressing atmosphere.

"How could there be no left, some frightened ones are in it, and it is the most suitable to use them to practice!"

Zhang Xiu grinned, which made the soldiers around Zhou Bo couldn't help but be frightened, and a trace of palpitations flashed involuntarily in his pupils, and the recruits involuntarily retreated, as if there were ghosts and gods in front of them. (To be continued......)