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1049, Artificial sandstorm four

Six of Zhang Shun's ten brothers have been killed in battle.

This attack was very brutal. Now the remaining four soldiers followed him closely. Two held swords and shields, and two held swords and spears. Zhang Shunze waved the wooden sheath with all his strength.

guillotine with a rod.

This guillotine was originally used to cut grass. Zhang Shun was very strong and saw that this thing was easy to use, so he used it as a weapon. The guillotine was very heavy, so he spent an afternoon sharpening it. Now it is very sharp when used.

Cut off a human head at the top and chop off a horse's leg at the bottom. They are all cut off at the same time and are extremely sharp.

Under the sky full of yellow sand, dust is billowing. You can't tell the scenery within a few steps.

Everyone is fighting the enemy who is so close, and no one knows what is going on elsewhere. In such a harsh environment, no one can understand the overall situation.

Zhang Shun rushed towards a war horse galloping out of the yellow sand and shouted "Bah!"

He grasped the one-meter-long wooden pole with both hands and slashed the same one-meter-long guillotine diagonally. The Mongolian cavalryman who had just rushed out of the yellow sand was caught off guard. The man and his horse were cut diagonally into two pieces, and the war horse screamed and fell.

He fell to the ground, his organs bleeding all over the floor.

Li Dazhi was about to use his shield to block the enemy's sword when he suddenly found that his opponent had been hacked to death by the boss. He immediately shouted excitedly: "Boss Zhang is so powerful!"

The morale of the four-person team immediately increased. The five-person team formed a group and continued to rush towards the front of the sandstorm.

At this time, a small group of people suddenly emerged from the sand on the right. Li Dasniu was about to fight when he realized that they were his own people because they had white handkerchiefs tied on their left arms.

Hand towels are a new and rare item. Towels are only sold in Xinghe Supermarket. In addition, the Beijing camp purchases large quantities as military supplies and distributes them. They cannot be faked.

Everyone knows the leader, Peng Zongxi Xiaoqi.

There are still six people left in their small flag. Captains Qi Yunfei and Chang Shun are still alive. It's just that Qi Yunfei is missing an ear and Chang Shun is injured in his left arm. The three soldiers are all in good condition.

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According to Yan Yingyuan's order, the small flags must fight together and cannot be divided. At this time, they only have half a small flag left. According to military regulations, they can merge into one unit to fight.

The two sides immediately formed a new small force of eleven people. They could use long and short weapons at the same time to attack forward. Qi Yunfei and his two men were still archers, carrying bows and arrows on their backs.

Nowadays, long-range attack methods are available, but the sand and dust are too heavy now, so it is of no use.

Zhang Shun had meritorious service and had been promoted to the title of General Trial Flag. Peng Zongxi's small flag immediately followed military regulations, with high-status people as the main ones and him as the assistant. Zhang Shun led the newly reorganized team and continued to sweep forward.

At this time, the battlefield was completely disrupted. Mongolian cavalry was everywhere, and regiment-trained infantry were everywhere.

Spears, halberds, and scimitars were fighting everywhere. The neighing of war horses, the howls of men, the whine of the wind, and the sound of metal clashing all mixed together.

Inside Shachen, there were chaotic battles everywhere. However, there were still 25,000 to 6,000 people in the group training, and the Mongolians only had over 10,000 people.

Now both sides are in trouble. The officers cannot find the soldiers, and the soldiers cannot find the officers. Everything is in chaos.

As long as the enemy and we meet, they will fight together.

Zhang Shun and a few others hacked to death several enemies they encountered. They continued to move forward and attack.

Suddenly, in the darkness, I missed my footing and fell down.

They have been trained in the battlefield, and falling down is equal to death.

So, they quickly stood up after rolling to the ground.

It turns out that this is a small leeward area behind the dune. There are also rocks in the dune, forming a low stone wall.

Five horses and knights appeared in front of them. An old man with white beard and hair, wearing a Zhisun suit embroidered with gold threads, was riding an imposing horse and drinking water from a water bag. The four Nakels around him looked around with caution, but they

I didn't expect that the enemy would roll down from behind.

Originally, they were hiding here with their backs against the stone cliffs of the sand dunes. Because they were all messed up, the battlefield turned into a Shura field full of swords, guns, swords and halberds. There was no safe place at all.

They protected Mankun Taiji and hid here, waiting for the situation to change, or for the strong wind to stop and the sandstorm dust to fall to the ground.

Mankiw was shocked that he could hide here and be discovered by the Ming army. For a moment, he shouted in panic. "Block them, block them."

The older people get, the more they fear death, and the older people get, the more they love money.

Mankiw was also one of the few heroes on the grasslands back then. However, his life of pampering and luxury has gone by for a long time, and his blood has long been wiped out by his wealthy life.

The battlefield was completely disrupted and he was horrified to find that he was almost isolated and in danger.

In this dark environment, everyone is equal.

There are only enemies and friendly forces, no Taiji. There is indiscriminate killing and killing everywhere.

When we and the enemy meet, they will attack and kill like crazy. Because in this environment, if you don't kill him, he will kill you.

His captain of the bodyguard, Burikun, was stabbed inexplicably, breaking a calf, and fell off his horse screaming. In the rolling dust, it was impossible to see where the enemy was or who slashed him.

Everyone was extremely alert. When they noticed something moving around them, they slashed at them without any hesitation. Even if they cut wrong, they would rather others be unlucky and die as a fellow Taoist than as a poor Taoist.

Zhang Shun rolled on the spot, was under the horse in an instant, half-kneeling, picked up the guillotine, and swept it sideways.

He has gained experience, so he has to get out of the way when dealing with cavalry.

Because you are low enough, their sabers cannot cut you.

The four soldiers behind him also rolled over immediately. Two of the soldiers with shields on their backs rolled towards the horse without any scruples.

Zhang Shun's guillotine swept across, and in the sound of kacha, Mankuntaiji's beloved Turkmen war horse screamed and fell down. One of its front legs was cut off at the knee.

Li Dasniu and Hu Jiabao also rolled in using their shields.

Na Ke'er looked ferocious, and suddenly lifted the reins of his horse. The man on horseback stood up and stepped fiercely towards the rolling Li Dazhi. Seeing that the horse was about to step on him, Li Dasi suddenly dodged to the side.

The horse's hooves slipped on the shield behind him and did not step firmly.

Regardless of the severe pain in his lumbar spine, which felt like it was broken, Li Dashidao immediately swung the short-handled ax and went straight to chop off the horse's leg.

With a kacha sound, the war horse's knees were cut off, and it fell forward with a loud bang. Han Wu immediately stabbed Na Ke'er who was thrown off with his long spear.

That Nake'er fell off his horse, and before he could get up, a spear pierced his chest.

At the same time, Mankiw fell down and broke a leg. There were many rocks on the ground, which was not flat. Mankiw howled in pain on the ground. He had not suffered this crime for many years.

Whoosh whoosh! Three arrows were shot, and it was Qi Yunfei and two archers who fired them from the stone wall. This place was leeward, the visibility was better, and the distance was very close. Although their archery skills were poor, they still hit the target.

When he saw Zhang Shun and five other people stumble and fall, he immediately saw the enemy. They hurriedly opened their bows to rescue Zhang Shun and others.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Shun was so brave, so he rolled on the spot to remove the force of the fall, then rolled over and cut off the enemy's horse's leg.

Zhang Shun grabbed Mankiw's shirt and put the guillotine on his neck.

At this time, the melancholy sound of the horn was heard.

Mankiw's face was full of despair. This was the clarion call for the Mongols to retreat. No one would come to save him.

In this melee, all the advantages of the Mongols were gone. It was like a three-way intersection in Peking Opera. It was like hacking and killing in the dark night.

It was going to be dark soon. They had already lost five to six thousand people before today. The second team of 10,000 people suffered heavy losses. At this time, they were completely defeated.

Daza was surrounded by his own soldiers and fought his way out of the battlefield. He immediately blew the horn and ordered to retreat.

His heart was bleeding. In this chaotic battle, less than 5,000 people were withdrawn out of more than 10,000 people.

When it got dark, the Mongols dropped all their baggage and retreated in panic. They fled towards Linhe City.

Wherever they came from, they fled back. Zhao Wangcheng didn't want them anymore.

Following Ming Jin's order to withdraw his troops, the people behind stopped making sand and dust. The strong wind finally blew away the sand and dust.

Yan Yingyuan was covered in blood and sat on the ground.

There was a dagger stuck in his left arm. The horse had been killed in the battle. He was covered in wounds.

Of his two hundred soldiers, only fifteen died in one day, and all were injured.

After breathing for a while, he stood up tremblingly, leaning on his sword, and looked at the battlefield proudly.

He won the bet! The infantry defeated an equal number of cavalry.

He created miracles.

There were dead bodies everywhere as far as the eye could see. I don’t know how many people had been killed.

However, we won after all. The Zhaowang City in the distance was saved.


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