? "Stop... and hold them..."

All the Mongolian soldiers were roaring, and they lined up in a row to try to block the "Flying Yan iii crossbow" rushing. However, the shells kept their formation from being completely untied. Not only that, there were archers behind the "Flying Yan iii crossbow" and the messy "trigger rockets" flew over from behind them and sprayed out balls of fire.

Although he suffered such a heavy blow, the brave Mongolian soldiers rushed forward in groups. Soon they collided violently with the "wooden assassins". The same long sword swung, and at close range, there was no tricky movement at all. Straight stabbing was probably the only one and the best rebellion. Because if such a long sword was cut, it would be difficult to guarantee that it would not be held by the other party.

As the two armies collided, screams rang out. The Mongolian soldiers pulled the grenades they carried and threw them forward, and a violent explosion rang out in the crowd. However, the "Wood Thorny Assassin" and the Mongolian soldiers were even more straightforward. When they were pierced by long knives, they pulled the grenades on their chests. In such a crowded and crowded battle, there was no possibility of dodging. The grenades exploded violently, knocking down people around them.

But the open space, which was bombarded by grenades, was filled with soldiers staring with blood-red eyes and making crazy screams. At this time, Guo Kan clearly saw that when the soldiers from both sides were in contact, the shells of the "Flying Swallow Iii-type crossbow" flew into the distance. The direction they flew was behind the Prince Xulawu camp. Obviously, the other party planned to use artillery fire to stop the reinforcements behind or cut off the Mongolian soldiers' way back.

"I have to find my people...find them...protect the Khan..."

Guo Kan's heart was so nervous that he kept beating "dongdong". This was not the first time on the battlefield, but it was the first time he was so nervous that he was so nervous. He asked himself secretly, are he already afraid of fighting on the battlefield now?

He turned his head and looked at the sky for a long time, but ran desperately. He had to deal with the infantry and had to go up to himself and his men. Because only in this way, when the human wall formed by the people in front was broken through, he and his men could fight back in time.

"boom……"

The explosions kept sounding, and the crowd was pushed away by the explosion, but then they formed a vortex of death with the people rushing up from behind. This made Guo Kan, who was running, wonder whether his thoughts were correct. A shell dragged the rocket towards him right. Guo Kan knew the power of the thing, and he half opened his mouth to scream. However, his entire jaw was as if it was frozen, and he could not make a sound.

"Bump!"

He was tripped by a corpse, and a stinking stinking body hit his face. He knew that it was a soldier who was killed by the "trigger rocket". Only such evil arrow branches would kill anyone.

"boom……"

A violent explosion sounded, and Guo Kan felt his hearing loss instantly. There was a sharp pain in his ears, and he felt a stream of blood flowing down his cheeks.

"What's wrong with me? Did I hit my life?"

In the smoke of the explosion, Guo Kan stood up staggeringly. His legs were dizzy and weak, and he finally knelt down with a big gun in his hand. In the silhouette formed by the flash of the explosion, he was like a person kneeling on one knee and pondering deeply.

"No, I want to get up, I can't stop, I want...what I want to do...I want to assemble the cavalry..."

The explosion just now made Guo Kan's head scream, and he could hear any sound. His eyes blurred that a fire lighted up not far away, and a group of people overthrown by the explosion of air waves.

"No, I want to get up...I..."

The gun rod of the big gun in his hand was steadily stuck underground. Guo Kan, who was shocked by the explosion, struggled to stand up. At this time, the shells extending backwards were bombarding somewhere, and various screams sounded. At this time, Guo Kan stopped running away. He gasped and sucked in the smell of gunpowder in every breath. This made his lungs feel as uncomfortable as if they were on fire, so he had to go to his target step by step.

Not far away, his target was in the circle not far away, where he surrounded him and his military horses with wooden poles. As the most elite cavalry under Prince Xulagu, the horses of his cavalry were all very fast Dayuan horses, or horses raised from the Qincha grasslands, including the Arab horses they bought from the Arab region over the years.

He believed that as long as he was allowed to get on the horse, as long as he and his subordinates rode on the horse and set up a charge formation. No matter how many "wooden assassins" were in front of him, they would not be their opponent. Although those assassins like to pull the grenades on their chests for "self-killing attacks", Guo Kan believed that they could find a way to restrain those crazy bastards.

"Yes, cut off their heads, and cut off their heads, and only cut off their heads, maybe..."

He was excited by this idea. The cavalry dealt with the infantry, even if they were crazy "Muzhaniyi Assassin" cavalrymen had a way to deal with them. Guo Kan was very satisfied with the way he thought of. But when Guo Kan came to the horse circle, what happened there shocked him. There were still some flames produced after the explosion. The dense shells made the originally flat stone land here become bumpy.

Some injured horses fell to the ground and neighed in different lengths. There were also some cavalrymen who held their bodies of love for horses and cried loudly. The Mongolian cavalry all loved horses, and there was no doubt that even the generous Mongolians liked horses more than they liked people. From a certain perspective, horses were not a simple animal to them, they were their partners.

But most of these good friends are falling underground at this moment. Perhaps the dense shells that Guo Kan saw just now were bombarded here. The shelling of the "wooden assassins" was of level. They first knocked down the wooden fence and then knocked off the horse ring, which was equivalent to stripping the Mongols' armor and cutting off their legs. What an unfair battle.

The big gun in Guo Kan's hand fell to the ground without realizing it, and his eyes were searching among the horses underground. He did not love horses as much as the Mongolians, but as a general, he loved his horse very much.

With repeated hopes and disappointments, he didn't know how to express his feelings. Was he happy that he had not found the body of his beloved horse, or was he crying for it nowhere?
Chapter completed!