The situation on the front line was getting worse and worse. As the Roman emperor sent his five legions to the battlefield one after another. The Roman legions had formed an overwhelming and absolute advantage on the front. On several occasions, the commando led by the Minotaurs almost broke through the Mongol array.

Although in the end, these crises were eliminated by the small number of reinforcements sent by Qie Buhua and the tenacious fighting will of Mongolian soldiers. However, the frequency and speed of the crisis broke out were getting faster and faster. There were only 800 troops left in Qie Buhua's hands. It seemed that it would be consumed in just a short while.

"No, no. There is only a dead end if this continues - by the way - yes, yes, I understand!"

While commanding the battle on the front line, he tried hard to think about the tactics of reversing the situation. His brain was running rapidly, and his timid face looked a little pale. But his expression was ecstatic, extremely joyful, and even distorted.

In other words, I have come up with a solution.

"Mongolian warriors! Follow me!" At the fastest speed, he completely ignored the battlefield, completely ignored the crumbling and about to collapse. He was so timid that he didn't try to control himself and not think about those things - or if he fought with basic and correct tactics, he could last longer. But it was absolutely impossible to turn defeat into victory - but if he used more radical and informal tactics...

"Let's attack! Go attack that emperor!" The timid Buhua shouted loudly to inspire morale and take the lead in pursuit of speed. He took off his gorgeous cloak, croaker, armor and robe, and put on his upper body, wearing only a pair of pants on his lower body, waving a scimitar to block the raft arrows that were shot at him from time to time. He was completely desperate. He just hoped to speed up his speed and get a little faster. The only remaining 800 Mongolian light cavalry under his command also imitated him and threw away the only little defensive equipment he had. He was as light as possible and followed behind the timid Buhua.

They did not care about horsepower at all and whipped the war horses desperately, allowing the war horses to run to the fastest speed. From time to time, people were shot by stray arrows and fell to the ground with a whine. The companions did not hesitate to trample over him. Speed, speed, speed, speed, speed, speed, and speed! It must be before the other party completely breaks through their array - otherwise such sacrifice will be meaningless!

The 30-year-old Qin Buhua is at the peak of his life, with his combat power and energy. Although he can't do anything like a fantasy novel, he can only see the light of the sword without a person or water splash in a night battle. However, he can still block the flying arrows on the galloping horse. And the last bit of Mongolian elites who followed him were also very good at fighting. Despite the slight losses, they can still maintain a certain amount of combat power when they deviate to the most flank of the battlefield.

"We, charge!" After bypassing the battlefield, we could vaguely see the Eastern Roman Emperor under the banner of the Most Holy Trinity. The timid Buhua shouted loudly again. He still took the lead and rushed towards Basil II!

Basil II was careless! Originally, the strategic idea of ​​fighting with the advantage of military strength, and the tactical idea of ​​constantly mobilizing the opponent's army to continuously divide the troops through continuous mobilization. But he made a big mistake - he sent out his fifteen standard legions, two archer legions and two heavy cavalry legions - nearly 200,000 armies - now, there are only three brigades of Eastern Roman Imperial Guards left by him!

Although the strongest infantry sequence of 900 people in total was the Eastern Roman Imperial Guard, which was armed to the teeth, had outstanding combat power. However, if there was a case, then he, the emperor of the world's top empire, would be ruined! The timid Buhua discovered this and wanted to use this to make a fuss, capture the thief and the king, and turn the world around!

However, this tactic was quickly discovered by the Eastern Romans. Before, when they were detouring on the east side of the battlefield, not many people had noticed this small army of hundreds of people. But when they successfully detoured and began to think about the other side and charge towards the Roman emperor, there was no big scene of hundreds of thousands of people on the front battlefield. But it was much clearer.

"Damn it! Those pagans - block them!!" Basil II looked at a group of Mongolians rushing towards him at a very fast speed. His pupils suddenly shrank to the point of the needle. He waved his hand and shouted like this in a very anxious tone.

Immediately, the three brigades of the imperial guards took action quickly. One of them formed a circular array of defense with Basil II as the center, while the other two arrays took neat steps and mixed together, running towards the Mongols - running - heavy armor all over their bodies, running at a speed that ordinary people could only achieve, and breathe evenly. Maintaining a neat array! For these imperial guards, it was as simple as drinking water and eating!

"Go around! Don't confront them head-on!" Seeing a group of heavy infantry fighting back towards their side with amazing momentum, Buhua was so timid that this was the last and only remaining elite force of the other party. If he was entangled, it would be difficult to escape for a while. And this "for a while" was enough for the other party to adjust the military deployment and dispatch enough troops to return to defense.

Fortunately, the speed of Mongolian light cavalry is unparalleled in the world. Even if the Mongolian good horse is riding a heavy cavalry, it can reach a high speed of fifty kilometers per hour. It is not impossible to ride a light cavalry with a speed of more than sixty kilometers per hour. For humans, the world-class 100-meter athlete should be about ten seconds, and 3600 seconds is thirty-six kilometers. It is not an opponent at all... Is it unfair to Matthew to calculate this way?

Forget it, don't worry. In short, the Mongolian light cavalry was like showing off their horse skills. A few seconds before colliding with the Eastern Roman Imperial Guards - a sharp turn within about seventy meters, and it was like a torrent diverting the way. At the same time, the cavalrymen set their bows and arrows, shooting over like a rain of arrows, trying to cause some damage to these enemies. However, they didn't know that - it was just this circle that made things worse.

"Throw." The captains of the two brigades spoke almost in unison, saying this word in a cold and ruthless voice like a mechanical one. The two brigades of the imperial guards who were in a hurry stopped moving forward at the same time, pulled out a heavy javelin from their backpack, aimed at seventy meters away, and threw it out.

The Mongolian arrow rain was like a locust in the sky, and the Roman javelin was like a thousand long snakes! The two sides exchanged fire in a round of fire, although the scale was not large, it was the essence of the long-range strike power of both sides! It was amazing. In the end, the Mongolian cavalry archer who used a recurve bow killed dozens of Roman imperial guards, and his side suffered losses - two hundred!

"How could it be?!" Seeing the other javelin shooting towards him with a "buzzing" sound, the heart of timid Buhua suddenly beating, and the word "finished" flashed in his mind - timid Buhua never expected that the other party would have such skills - the enemy soldiers who fought with them before had no power to throw the javelin so far! It is even more impossible to save enough lethality after throwing the javelin so far!

Although the Mongolian army is famous for its archers, it also has some cavalry units specializing in javelins - but even they can only throw javelins fifty meters with the help of horsepower. How could those people have such strong wrist strength?!

In an instant, the opponent lost about one-third of his troops. However, the Roman soldiers still felt a little regretful - if the opponent was closer and let his side take a round of javelins, then this light cavalry unit with no defense would be over.

After missing two hundred people, the Mongolian commando, which had only five hundred cavalry left, continued to charge. After suffering this round of setbacks, Buhua was no longer sure that he would win. But he had to fight for the battle no matter what! Five hundred cavalrymen, he did have the strength to fight!

"Throw." It was also a cold speech like a machine. At a distance of 70 meters, the Mongolians were sturdy to two-wheeled javelins in a large group of left-behind Eastern Rome. The defenseless commando suffered heavy losses and lost more than 200 cavalry! After rushing into the enemy's formation with a horse, Buhua was completely crazy.

"Charge! Charge! Break through the opponent's front!!" The timid Buhua shouted loudly, and the horse suddenly hit the shield of a heavy infantry, causing his arm bone to break into several sections. However, at the same time, the spear of the guard also pierced the head of his mount under his crotch, and the huge force threw the timid Buhua out of the horse's back. The other Mongolian cavalry who followed him were almost the same. The array formed by the Roman Imperial Guard was extremely strong. It was indeed a bit whimsical to break through with a group of light cavalry.

The timid Buhua rolled on the ground, stood up again, continued to move forward without any discouragement, and rushed towards the direction of the Roman emperor's flag. He waved the scimitar in his hand, blocking the spears that were constantly stabbing from all directions at an extremely fast speed, and occasionally swung a knife to counterattack. The target was always the most fragile neck of the human body - although the Eastern Roman soldiers also installed heavy scales to protect the neck. The timid Buhua's purpose was not to cut through. It was to shake - as long as the force was strong enough, use the blade to hit the throat joint to smash the opponent's throat, so that people could be killed!

However, the soldiers under his command were much worse than those of his timid martial arts. But in a blink of an eye, the remaining two or three hundred Mongolian cavalry had lost more than half, and the rest were just struggling. Only those who could advance were the only ones who were afraid...

> ,
Chapter completed!