After passing these traps hidden under the grass, the cavalry under the command of Zaibuhua encountered those messy stone piles. These were not a problem for them. They could jump past with a horse's reins, even if they were not lucky.

Well, the horse's hooves can also trample the gravel and soil that are piled up in an anxious manner, but it only slows down a little. Only the particularly unlucky guy will encounter the small amount of big rocks here and be tripped

Falling down. ***Zian Buhua didn't care about the small casualties, but what he didn't notice was that the cavalry's speed had already begun to slow down in the face of these small obstacles.

After overcoming these small obstacles, the opponent sets up a layer of horse resistance. The test is truly coming at this time, because the long pointed head of the horse is sufficiently deterrent to the horse, and its width is that it is difficult for the horse to jump.

What's even more terrifying is that it has entered the range of the opponent's strong crossbow at this time.

Mengqi was naturally familiar with the routines made by the Great Yue stance. Almost at the same time, the sabers in their hands were waving and stirring in the air. Thousands of sabers reflected cold light under the sunlight. Looking down from the top of the slope, they only

You can see a forest of swords quickly rushing forward.

"Let it go!" On the top of the slope, the captain Luo Huazhang's arms raised high suddenly fell. The soldiers who had already used crossbow arrows pulled the trigger at the same time. Five hundred powerful crossbows flew into the sky and pointed obliquely at the rushing sword cluster.

Above, it flew to the highest point, falling down with a whistle. The sound of jingling was endless, and most of the crossbow arrows were knocked away by the sabre. About dozens of riders were shot off the horse by the crossbow arrows that had taken the opportunity to drill into the horse, and the knife appeared.

A ripples.

"Go!" Luo Huazhang didn't see the results of the battle at all. He knew that his powerful crossbow soldiers could only shoot out three rounds, so he had to retreat. When the five hundred crossbow soldiers heard Luo Huazhang's order, they leaned back almost at the same time.

The whole person's back was pressed to the ground, and he kicked his right foot, and his right hand quickly put another crossbow arrow on the string. As soon as the arrow was raised, he immediately thrust his waist and back and stood up.

"Let it go!" Another crossbow arrow was released.

"superior!"

"Let me go!" Luo Huazhang mechanically ordered, following his dry sound. The crossbowmen were like waves, undulating together. Every time they stood up, a rain of arrows flew out.

Three wheels, one thousand five hundred crossbow arrows, about 100 cavalry and Mongolian troops were knocked down, and Luo Huazhang immediately shouted loudly: "Retreat!"

The crossbowmen turned around and rushed towards the infantrymen who were arranged behind them. When they arrived in front of the formation, they divided into two streams like flowing water and bypassed the military formations.

Ding Qiu raised the Mo Dao in his hand at the right time.

"Press!" A hoarse voice echoed above the military formation.

A thousand infantrymen of the third battalion roared together, thrust forward with the spear in their hands, and strode forward. Ding Qiu held up the Mo Dao high and ran at the forefront of the entire queue.

Jian Buhua paid the price of two hundred cavalrymen.*** rushed to the front of the horse, thrust a spear in his hand, picked up a pair of horses, shook it hard, and threw it away from a distance, and the horses fell to the ground.

With a thud, it was broken into pieces. At the front of the first row, most of them were soldiers with long weapons holding spears, swords and halberds. These people used their weapons to do as much as possible.

Pull these horses away and open the way for the cavalry behind him.

Jian Buhua felt something was wrong. When the Meng cavalry fought against the Dayue soldiers, the Dayue soldiers were arranged in a square formation and remained in place. They kept shooting and harassing with crossbows and bows. And the Dayue army in front of them

But they were moving. They thought they would re-arrange themselves after a distance to leave room for the troops in the rear, but this idea was shattered by reality after a moment, because the opponent not only did not stop, but ran more and more.

Soon, approaching them quickly.

Jian Buhua was a little puzzled. He looked back and suddenly blanked his mind. Suddenly, the speed of the cavalry behind him had already been reduced, almost becoming a trot, the speed of the Mengqi relied on to become famous.

At this time, it has long disappeared.

The holes hidden in the grass, those messy stones and soil mounds, and these horses have only one purpose, which is to reduce your impact speed. The opponent wants to rush into his own formation, and he will not be able to spend money.

Suddenly I understood.

The horse speed was not enough to make him feel scared. What made him even more frightened was that many soldiers' horses looked tired after passing the charge of thousands of meters. Some of them had foam on their lips.

Even the war horse under his crotch was gasping for breath at this time. In the past, the war horses sprinted at this thousand meters away, but it was just a small dish. Oh no! Zhibuhua called out in his heart, these horses

I didn't keep it well in the winter, but instead lost weight. At this time, I was exhausted by carrying the cavalry and sprinting for about a thousand meters.

Before Jian Buhua could come up with a countermeasure, the cavalry behind him were still pushing him forward. At this time, an ugly general with a big Yue look flashed with a man-devouring and fanatical gaze, and a loud roar, jumped.

Arise, a huge blade in his hand drifted through the air and slashed heavily. Ming Meng Qi in front danced the halberd in his hand horizontally. With a sound, the halberd broke into two pieces.

Without stopping at all, he continued to move downwards, cutting off the soldier's head, and then chopping off the head of his mount.

Blood gushed out, and under the sunlight, it looked so bright and radiant. The eyes flashed with red. The big Yue general was covered with blood, but he seemed even more excited.

When he arrived, he actually stuck out his long tongue and licked the blood shed from his face.

"Devil!" Jianbuhua thought with a little frightened. His opponent was using a Mo Dao. This kind of knife was seen in previous wars.

"Kill Mengdog!" Ding Qiu roared and plunged into the horses. The huge sword danced like a windmill, forming a belt of light around his body, and died one after another, and fell down when he wiped it.

Behind them, five hundred crossbowmen were once again under the command of Luo Huazhang. With the orders, crossbow arrows crossed the fierce battle field in front and shot towards the cavalry in the rear. At this time, they lost their unity.

With the neat sword dancing on his head, Mengqi increased his strength under the attack of these crossbow arrows.

The Mengqi obviously noticed the threat of these crossbow soldiers. One of them circumvented the battlefield ahead and rushed up from the flank, trying to extinguish the long-range strike force, but almost the cavalry had just emerged from Meng Yao's original.

Hundreds of archers were immediately snatched out of the formation, and the sound of bowstrings sounded, and one feather arrow after another shot out, shooting down the cavalry that rushed up.

There were not many cavalrymen, and they could not form a cluster advantage. They retreated helplessly under the shooting of these feather arrows.

Meng Yao's original formation began to slowly press up, while the five hundred crossbowmen retreated to their rear like water, and followed them forward. Every ten steps forward, they shot a round of crossbow arrows, and then

Put it up and trotted to the square formation in front.

Although the Meng cavalry had war horses, they were helpless and were weak at this time. The Dayue invaders occupied the advantage of the territory at this time, attacking from bottom to top, and stabbed the spears of three meters long in their hands, making people's hands.

He was in a hurry and fought for a while. Meng Qi began to slowly retreat under Ding Qiu's crazy assault and the waves of crossbow arrows behind him.

Jian Buhua doesn't want to retreat, but he can't stop the opponent's attack. The general who danced Modao seemed to have already set his sights on him and was stepping towards him step by step. He saw a subordinate in his opponent's Modao

The lower part was split into pieces, and the gallbladder couldn't help but feel scared. Is the opponent really a terrible attack? Over the past period of time, the guy seemed to have been stabbed several times. His helmet was cut off by his own soldiers, his face was covered with blood, and his whole body was as red as if

The paint was dyed, but the man did not stop any longer and advanced forward like a god of killing.

"Retreat!" Zhibuhua finally couldn't help it. The war horse under his crotch was breathing clearly and Jibuhua understood. If the war horse fell down, he might have to explain it here.

Meng Qi turned around and ran back to flee. Ding Qiu shouted and chased after him, but behind him there was a sound of gongs ringing. Although it was crazy, he advanced when he heard the drums. The military order of chanting Jin to withdraw his troops was deeply printed on the chrome.

In his heart, he put his knife on the ground and laughed loudly. The blood and sweat on his face flowed down, standing between the broken arms and limbs on the ground, just like Shura.

The Meng cavalry were slashed and killed by this storm. On the way back, some war horses were no longer able to support them. Their four hooves fell to the ground, twitching constantly, and the cavalry that were thrown off the horse.

The outcome will naturally not be better.

Tuotuo's face turned green. Three thousand cavalrymen fought against more than a thousand great ancestral soldiers. They were killed and lost. Looking at the ridiculous escape from his arms, he choked and pulled out the sword from his waist.

Jian Buhua ran back to Tuotuo, turned over and dismounted, kneeled down on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing, his body kept shaking like a sieve, and failed to stop. He lost his opportunity at the time of battle, and his morale was broken, and he was defeated by the opponent's inferior forces. Jian

Buhua naturally knows what the consequences are about waiting for him.

With a slash, Jian Buhua felt a coolness on his head. The helmet was cut off half by the sword with anger. The sharp blade wiped his scalp and a large web of hair drifted away in the wind.

"Zanbuhua missed the opportunity to be defeated and was demoted to the chief of the tenth husband!" Tuotuo shouted angrily. This knife did not take away the life of Zanbuhua. After all, this veteran is his confidant, and he watched him grow up.

The old man from Guo Luobu.

A cavalry ran towards him after ten miles away.

"Report!"

Yun Zhao's central army flag stopped, the whistle cavalry rolled off his horse, and saluted Yun Zhao, "Report to the general, the third battalion of the Anqing border army fought against the enemy at Shilipu, and defeated the enemy's vanguard. The formation killed the eight Mengqi

More than a hundred people.”

"How many casualties are we?" Yun Zhao asked anxiously.

"Return to General Meng, General Meng did not say how much casualties we were, but the villain looked at it and it was only one or two hundred people at most!" The whistle rider guessed.

"Awesome!" Before Yun Zhao could speak, he was already amazed by the brief description on the side: "Using his steps to defeat the cavalry and killing 800 enemies, he actually only injured one or two hundred people. This is a great victory!"

Yun Zhao felt a little distressed. The third battalion was full of veterans who had experienced many battles. It hurt him even if he died. "Two hundred people?" he sighed.

Briefly, he looked at him in confusion, "Killing one thousand enemies and losing 800 yourself. Now only two hundred people are amazing. General Yun is not satisfied?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, but the two hundred brothers are gone, I feel sad!" Yun Zhao breathed heavily: "The Mongolian army in front of us is extremely weak now, and such a battle will probably be difficult to encounter in the future."

He changed his tone and ordered: "Transfer to the Third Battalion, they still need to hold on to the impact of the opponent's main force, find the opponent's flaws for us, and find an opportunity to break the enemy with one blow!"

"Yes!" The whistle rider turned around and ran away.

"The first battalion, the second battalion, the cavalry battalion, rest on the spot! Yan Xiaoyi, send out more sentry cavalry to monitor the battlefield!"

"clear!"

Summary of the story was shocked. This person was a little bit difficult for him to see through. It was said that he was not in charge of the soldiers, but he felt heartbroken after two hundred casualties. But in a blink of an eye, the vanguard wanted to withstand the attack of the opponent's main force.

, the purpose is just to find the opponent's flaws, and there will be more than 200 casualties. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!