"Go, go quickly!"
The son of the King of Northern Yuan and Liao Dynasties, Tabin Timur protected his lost father, speaking loudly on the battlefield and commanding the army.
At this moment, a Northern Yuan cavalry galloped up from the side.
"My young prince, there are Han cavalry to the west, and the flags are their kings of Liao and Jin!"
"There are people everywhere, where are they going?" Tabin Timur almost broke his teeth and his mind went blank.
"Calm down! Calm down!" He kept telling himself that calmness was the only way out.
But the next second, a huge sense of crisis hit him, making the hairs all over his body stand up. Then he heard the death screams from the guards behind him.
Looking back, several charging horses came, and the face of a young man was so clear.
"Is it you?" Tabin Timur shouted.
Zhu Gaoxu, who was charging on the horse, did not respond. Instead, he continued to kick the horse's belly with his spurs, maximizing the speed of the horse.
"Protect the young prince!"
However, the voices and movements of the Yuan army guards were still a step slower.
Zhu Gaoxu's war horse had already rushed in front of Tabin Timur, and shouted, "Take your life!"
boom!
The high-speed charging horse slammed hard into Tabin Timur's horse. The latter's horse fell to the ground with a cry, and the latter was also thrown off the horse.
At the same time, Zhu Gaoxu, who was on the war horse, also fell forward because of the great impact.
"Your Highness!"
Several loyal guards dismounted and helped Zhu Gaoxu out of the ice and snow.
"Go away!"
"Go kill the Tartars!" Zhu Gaoxu roared loudly.
"Here!" The guards were intimidated by his momentum and turned their blades sideways to fight with the surrounding Yuan troops.
In front, Tabin Timur also struggled to get up from the ground. His golden helmet was missing, his braids were messy, and he looked miserable.
"Bah!" Zhu Gaoxu spat out a mouthful of blood, stared at the opponent, pulled out the spare long knife from his waist, and pressed forward step by step.
Tabin Timur's hands were groping randomly in the snow, and finally he found a broken spear.
Then, squatting on the ground, he yelled like a wolf cub, "Do you want to kill me? Come on! Come on! Come on!"
Zhu Gaoxu did not speak, but had a somewhat mocking smile on his lips.
"Ah!" Tabin Timur roared, holding half a spear, howling and charging at Zhu Gaoxu.
The latter's eyes were frozen, and when the enemy's spear was about to pass through his body, he turned around lightly.
At the same time, he held the long knife in his hand, holding the handle with one hand and the tip with the other, and placed it across the opponent's neck like a trap.
"Kneel down!"
Zhu Gaoxu roared angrily, raised his knee and hit Tabin Timur's lower back hard, causing the latter's body to kneel directly on the snow.
At the same time, his neck was also actively brought under Zhu Gaoxu's blade.
"Zhu Gaoxu..."
The enemy's crazy, unwilling and hysterical shouts.
Zhu Gaoxu showed no expression as he called out the name of his companion who died in battle, "Child!"
There was a click, the blade was twisted horizontally, and a huge head fell to the snow.
"Your Highness is mighty!" Zhu Gaoxu's guards shouted as they killed the enemy.
Zhu Gaoxu bent down, slowly picked up the enemy's head, then raised it with one hand and howled like a wolf king from his mouth.
"ah!!!!!"
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"No need to get entangled, cut the Tatars apart and keep those who surrender. They are all good grooms!"
King Zhu Fan of Jin was commanding the cavalry around him, and at the same time he glanced at King Zhu Zhi of Liao who was about to make a move.
"Fifteenth brother, can't you bear it anymore?" Zhu Fan said with a smile.
"Third brother, how long has it been and you are still so steady? I'm so anxious!" Zhu Zhi said anxiously.
Looking at his younger brother, Zhu Fan showed a bit of doting on his face and said with a smile, "Okay, brother, I will accompany you to do some mischief!"
With that said, he pulled the reins and shouted to the guards, "Follow me!"
The horses speed up to catch up with the prey of the Yuan army.
"Fifteenth brother, please remember that being a general does not depend on how fierce you are. Rushing to kill is a reckless act. Only when you control the battle situation and make decisive decisions can you be a good general!"
Zhu Zhi didn't listen at all to Zhu Fan's words. Seeing the enemy running hysterically in front of him, he drew his bow and arrow, and with a whoosh, the enemy fell down.
"Third brother, how about watching my younger brother ride and shoot?"
Zhu Fan smiled again, "Every one of us Zhu family men has a good ability!" As he said that, looking at his brave brother, his heart aroused some pride and competitiveness, and he immediately stepped forward.
Not long after the pursuit, I heard a sound like a wolf howling from the front. I looked closely and saw that it was Zhu Gaoxu.
Zhu Gaoxu also saw the two of them, holding the head, shaking his eyes fiercely, showing a slight smile, "Third uncle, fifteenth uncle!"
"You cannot show off your courage on the battlefield!" Zhu Fan said with a straight face, "Hurry up and get on your horse and follow me!"
"My nephew is still going to lead the charge!" Zhu Gaoxu said.
"Follow me!" Zhu Fan said again, then looked at the head in his hand, "Who is this?"
Zhu Gaoxu got on his horse and rode closer, "What is the name of the son of the Tatar King of Liao, Bird Tower, Tamerlane..."
"No matter how big or small!" King Zhu Zhi of the Liao Dynasty scolded angrily, "In front of these two uncles, you actually..."
"Forget it!" Zhu Fan smiled openly, looked at Zhu Gaoxu, then looked at the head hanging on the saddle, and whispered, "It looks a bit like your father when he was young!"
As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and sighed slightly.
Zhu Zhi's face was even more obscure and ugly.
"Report to your lord, the Tatars in front have bumped into Duke Ying!" the scout came to report.
Zhu Fan pondered for a moment on his horse, "The Tatars have no way out. Hold back when you charge. There is no need to lose your men at this moment for no reason!"
As he said that, he smiled again and rode forward, "However, since the Tatars are about to be destroyed, I cannot miss this last opportunity. Follow me! Drive!"
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The trapped beasts continued to fight, so the Yuan army was naturally unwilling to perish and made its final struggle.
Arrows rained down from both sides, and someone fell every moment.
Jin King Zhu Fang led the cavalry to insert again from the rear of the Yuan army, make circuitous cuts, encircle and eliminate them. Facing the extremely tired Yuan army, these tactics were as easy as a duck to water, as if they were strolling in the garden.
As for the stray arrows fired by the enemy, he turned a blind eye.
Zhu Gaoxu also followed Zhu Fan. His Yan Fan charges were always forward and vigorous. He was not used to Zhu Fan's style of toying with his opponents. Especially since he could not kill the enemy personally, it was even more difficult.
Somewhat unpleasant.
As time passed, he actually became a little bored.
Seeing that the guard in front trampled a Yuan soldier to death with his war horse, and he could only see the enemy but could not go into battle himself, he became a little distracted.
"What is Shuai Lan doing over there?"
"I asked him before the charge, but he didn't say anything!"
"Is there something good he doesn't want to take with me?"
Zhu Gaoxu's mind was racing with thoughts, and his eyes inadvertently drifted to his fifteenth uncle, and he suddenly froze.
Zhu Zhi was riding his horse slowly and rhythmically, as if he didn't want the horse to step on the corpse, so he flicked the horse's head.
But in this gap, a three-zero armor-piercing cone came with great force and flew past the shoulder of Liao King Zhu Zhi with a swish.
"wrong!"
"This arrow was shot from behind!"
"If Uncle Fifteen had been hit like this just now, I'm afraid he would have fallen off his horse by now!"
"This arrow...is it deliberately aimed at him?"
Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoxu patted his horse and came to Jin Wang Zhu Fan's side.
"Go around again!" King Zhu Fan of Jin was full of fighting spirit and shouted loudly on his horse, "Cut the Tartars into small piles!"
"Uncle Third!" Zhu Gaoxu shouted and turned around subconsciously.
"Ah!" Zhu Fan turned around with a smile.
Suddenly, Zhu Gaoxu's expression changed drastically as he looked behind him.
He shouted in horror, "Uncle San!"
"Ah, how...?"
Before Zhu Fan could even say his answer, he saw Zhu Gaoxu next to him, rushing towards him from his horse as if he was desperate for his life, and pounced on him.
Law, law, law!
Suddenly, the war horses screamed uneasily.
"What are you doing?" Zhu Fan, who fell to the ground and felt pain all over his body, pushed Zhu Gaoxu's body angrily, but found that he didn't push at all.
And the other party was still murmuring, "Third Uncle!"
"You kid..."
"Third brother!" At this time, Liao King Zhu Zhi looked frightened and pointed at Zhu Gaoxu's back.
Zhu Fan struggled to get up, used his hands to imitate the situation, and then he flattened Zhu Gaoxu like crazy.
"Dick!"
An armor-piercing awl was placed at the back of Zhu Gaoxu's heart. The blood soaked around the armor and revealed its color.
"Second brother!" Zhu Fan shook the weak Zhu Gaoxu and roared loudly.
"Third uncle!" Zhu Gaoxu tried hard to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were extremely heavy, "There is... a hidden arrow!"
This chapter has been completed!