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Chapter six hundred and nineteen: anxiety

Huo Zhenting said it right. The Modao team was indeed divided into several small pieces by Lin Ya's life-threatening blow, but, from another perspective, Meng Qi himself was also cut. In the past, Meng

When riding against infantry, once the cut of the opponent is completed, the rest is to harvest life and win, but today, they obviously encountered a different situation. レ♠♥♣ke

These steel monsters covered in iron armor are not ordinary infantrymen. When the feather arrows shoot on them, it is difficult to cause damage. The sharp sabers can break the armor of ordinary soldiers. However, on these Modao hands, they can only do so.

Leaving a mark, the slender and sharp sabers were broken one after another. On the contrary, once the opponent's Mo sword was swung, it would inevitably cut the person into two pieces when it fell. Almost all the Mengqi fell under the Mo sword

He died without a complete corpse, and his condition was extremely miserable, which greatly hit Mengqi's morale...

The only way for the cavalry to deal with them is to impact them at high speed, and they will hit hard with people and horses. The powerful impact force will make these heavy infantry fall. It will be difficult for them to get up by themselves if they fall down, but it will make Mengqi anxious.

Yes, their speed is above the already chaotic battlefield and they cannot speed up at all.

The Modao team was divided, but the one who paid a greater price was Mengqi.

Meng Zhu raised the Mo Dao in his hand high, and with a shout, he would chop a Meng Qi off the horse. Compared with other Mo Dao's hands, he was stronger and more powerful, although he was wearing a heavy body.

The armor, but still has a flexible body, can jump around on the battlefield, rescue the lonely Mo Dao Hand from time to time, and form a small team again. The Mo Dao Team is in his connection.

There are signs of slowly gathering...

His bravery naturally attracted more attacks from the Monk Cavalry against him, just like a bright light in the darkness, attracting more mosquitoes.

Meng Zhu was not surprised but happy. He was born into a slave of the Gaoshan clan. If the Northern Army had not defeated the Gaoshan clan, Meng Zhu's family would never have been able to obtain a life. He would have been slaves of the Gaoshan clan nobles for generations, and the Gaoshan clan went down the mountain.

Meng Zhu also won zìyóu, and because of his tall figure and amazing divine power, he was selected into the first group of Modao teams. He gradually emerged and performed outstandingly in the battle of Xingling, and walked step by step.

Arrived at the position of the leader of this Modao team.

As he continued to make contributions and advance, his family's status in the Gaoshan tribe settlement area outside Xingling has become higher and higher, and his father even served as the Lizheng of this Gaoshan tribe settlement village.

Meng Zhu is eager to make new contributions. He is now a guerrilla general. He hopes that after the battle, he will be promoted to a Ranger General when he returns to Xingling. If he wants to achieve this goal, of course, he will kill him.

More skulls of the skulls.

Mo Dao wielded like a windmill. Meng Gao, surrounded by dozens of riders, was like a god of killing, appearing and disappearing in the crowd. Mo Dao rose and fell, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Meng Kai's saber caused him limited damage.

Although there were cracks on the armor, it could still effectively block most of the damage for him. All he had to do was to prevent the opponent from rushing to him. The more enemy cavalry surrounded him, the more they could rush to him at high speed.

The smaller the chance, even though he was trapped in the middle, Meng Zhu was not worried at all.

When the other Modao Hands near him saw the leader being surrounded, they also tried their best to approach him. When more than a dozen Modao Hands gathered around him and formed a small sword formation, the dozens of riders took a moment

Cut into pieces.

The Northern Army on both sides did not accelerate because the Modao team was divided, but still slowly pressed towards the battlefield with a fixed rhythm with the sound of the drum beats of the war drum. If it accelerated, it would be possible to be

The enemy cavalry is divided, they are not the Modao team. Once they are divided, they will inevitably be defeated...

Lin Ya looked at the battlefield, and his side, whose cavalry was the main force, was at an absolute disadvantage, with his eyes almost spitting fire. Here, the cavalry's advantages could not be fully utilized, and he was forced to do so on the battlefield chosen by his opponent.

Before fighting, it is equivalent to giving up your advantage.

"Ming Jin, stop the troops!" Lin Ya shouted. He had another hidden worry in his heart. Why did Huo Zhenting still have so many troops in his hands, and these soldiers were obviously not Brother Chu on the battlefield. Look at their postures pressing from both sides and seeing their faces.

With the indifferent expression of flesh and blood flying on the battlefield, I knew that this was a veteran who was used to seeing death and seeing blood.

If the Mo Dao Army cannot be solved in time, and the infantry on both sides of the Northern Army will be fatal to the Mengqi.

Although he could not chew the Modao team, Mengqi still occupied the initiative of maneuvering on the battlefield. The golden gong sounded and Mengqi immediately beat the horse and retreated. The Modao hand wearing a heavy helmet was obviously unable to catch up.

, and the infantry on both sides will not disperse their formation to pursue their opponents, which is a suicide act.

Mengqi left, and the Modaomen immediately regrouped. Facing the Mengqi who retreated like a tide, they waved Modao and made a shocking cheer. On the battlefield, Mengqi left thousands of them.

Human corpses and horse corpses, and the Modao Hands also fell more than 200 people. Modao Hands defeated the cavalry and maintained a one-to-five-defeated loss ratio, which could almost be said to be a complete victory.

The dead Mo Dao Hand was quickly carried back to the city, and the people were sacrificed, but their armor had to be stripped off and left to the inheritor, and the name of the previous master would be engraved on this pair of armor.

Lin Ya returned to Lu Ning's first attack without success, but he left a lot of confusion in his heart. He retreated for more than ten miles and settled the camp. Lin Ya couldn't figure it out.

But it is getting stronger and stronger.

Mo Daozhe should be a trump card in the hands of the Zhengbei Army. During the many confrontations between the Zhengbei Army and the Mongolian Yuan, this army rarely appeared. Logically, they should protect Yun Zhao, but why did they appear in

Here, did Yun Zhao know in advance that there would be a tough battle in Lu Ning, and specially sent this army here?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but burst into cold sweat. If Yun Zhao had already known that Lu Ning would have a hard fight, that is to say, the opponent had already prevented his attack, but why did he be so smooth in the early stage? Lu Ning is a grain-producing area.

It is impossible for Yun Zhao to turn a blind eye to this place?

"Come!"

A personal soldier stepped into the tent.

"Send a whistleblower to expand the search range and expand the search range to fifty miles."

"Yes, Your Highness, Your Highness." The personal soldiers hesitated, "Your Highness, does this range include behind us!"

"Of course, all-round search!" Lin Ya's worry became stronger and stronger. "In addition, send messengers to contact the Xiao brothers to see how they are doing?"

Spending a night in fear and worry, after dawn, Lin Ya plucked up his courage and launched an attack on Lu Ning again. At the same time, he divided his troops around Lu Ning Mansion and began to sweep the surrounding villages. The surroundings of Lu Ning Mansion suddenly became thick smoke.

Rolling, there was a terrible tide. Lin Ya hoped to use these cruel means to lure Huo Zhenting to send troops to all sides. In this way, in mobile combat, he could find an opportunity to annihilate the opponent's vitality. Instead of having to force Lu Ning Mansion City at present.

Lin Ya underestimated Huo Zhenting's attitude towards war. A general who dared to send tens of thousands of reserves to die in order to lure the enemy into the bait would not care about the casualties of ordinary people. In Huo Zhenting's eyes, annihilation of Lin Ya is the battle.

The ultimate goal, and to achieve this goal, any sacrifice is worth it. Killing Lin Ya, the comprehensive decisive battle between the Mongol Yuan and the Governor's Office of the North will usher in a turning point.

This time, Mo Daozhe did not fight. Ten thousand infans lined up with the city and relied on the strong long-range support on the city to fight a stalemate with the Mongolian army.

Yulin, Phoenix Mountain Fortress, Hongniangzi is ready to cross Bayankala Mountain.

Park Demeng's troops stopped in Gaoyang, and he rushed to the Phoenix Mountain Fortress in person, hoping to conduct the last persuasion.

"General Yan, I have told you about the overall arrangement of the governor for this war. As soon as the Battle of Luning ends, this war will usher in a turning point. Our army will launch a comprehensive counterattack, and the Mongolian Yuan will inevitably

Retreat to Yanjing, and be in a state of breath. At that time, in order to block Yanjing, the Northern Army needed more troops. At this time, we were far away from the main battlefield. This was an unwise behavior, and the governor would also let the governor be in the

If you are struggling to use troops, please think twice!”

The Hongniang casually played with the horse whip, her mind was leisurely, watching the cavalry under her command put on the Mongolian uniforms and raised the Mongolian army's flag, "General Pu, besiege Yanjing, there are not many two thousand cavalrymen in me,

There are not many of these two thousand cavalrymen in Yanjing, right? Even in Yanjing, what can these two thousand people help? It might be a big deal. Instead, we will regain Anqing, Lucheng and other places. I think we will be able to encircle Yanjing even more.

Is it help? The way back is copied, and I think the Yuan Dynasty will be even more panicked."

Park Dem-Meng was suddenly angry and thought that it was really not irrational to talk to women, especially to talk to women who have certain abilities and high status, which is even more troublesome. How could these be two thousand cavalrymen?

What should she do if she insists on going? Go, if she disobeys Yun Zhao's military order, if she doesn't go, she will offend Hong Niangzi. This is the future hostess. If she offended her, she will have a good life in the future.

?If she was really allowed to break her in Anqing, the governor would spare her. Even if she couldn't make trouble for her publicly, her future would definitely be over. She was determined to be able to protect her.

"General Yan must go. Can you wait a few more days? Rong Pu's troops will rectify in Gaoyang for a few days. Can we set off again after we arrive here?" Park Deming was helpless and could only use the despair, hoping

Yun Zhao's orders can arrive in time.

The Hongniang knew what Park Demeng was waiting for, and she smiled confidently and said, "Okay, I will wait for the general for two days. In two days, I will definitely set off."
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