As the horse's hooves flew, Zhang Yu's order arrived. The archers let go of the arrows in their hands, and a small black cloud immediately appeared in the air.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The arrows entered the flesh, and the people screamed suddenly, and the horse's neighing made the street a Shura field.

"Can't stop! Rush up!"

The generals of Oirat looked at the fallen horses and soldiers in front of him, gritted their teeth and ordered: "Go up again! The retreater will chop!"

This is to prepare a wave of flow to take away the line of defense ahead.

At this time, an officer asked worriedly: "Minhan, the Ming army has a military fort ten miles away. Will they come to help?"

Minhan's Yan is the official of a thousand households.

Hearing this, he said contemptuously: "Our army marched and attacked at night. When they discovered it, no matter whether it was time or not, would they dare to fight our army at night?"

The officer nodded and said, "Yes, the Ming people are timid and dare not fight with our army. Then Xinghe Fort today is ours!"

"Kill!"

The fairly spacious street was immediately occupied by cavalry, and the shouts of killing were shocking.

Seeing this momentum, Zhang Yu closed his eyes and said, "Fight and retreat!"

The sergeant of this scale could not be stopped by these hasty soldiers.

"Puff puff puff!"

At this time, the battle was already in hand, and spears stabbed into the flattering chest, and then the owner of the spear was knocked away by the horses rushed in from inertia.

The spear formation was broken!

Before the three men outside the fort left, they saw the firelights in the fort and heard the shouts, and they all walked forward with excitement.

"Aslan, who will win?"

Aslan listened to the shouts in the fort: "The Ming Dynasty cannot win!"

"That's the Oirats won? Unfortunately, our army has not arrived, otherwise we might as well take the opportunity to kill them all!"

Aslan frowned and said, "But the main force of Oirat is not here, what's the use of killing these people? It will only allow the Ming people and the Oirat people to join forces to attack us again!"

As soon as these words were said, the other two showed hatred and said angrily: "The Ming people are so despicable. They actually joined forces with Mahamu the last time, otherwise they would not be our opponent!"

Aslan sneered: "Now the battle between the Ming people and the Oirat is inevitable, so we can watch the battle from the side. If there is a advantage to take, then leave the Ming people's emperor on the grassland!"

Listening to the city's louder and louder roar, Aslan said, "The Ming people are no longer able to do it, let's go back!"

But as soon as he got on the horse, a companion whispered: "Aslan, it seems that a large army has arrived!"

Aslan was shocked when he heard this and looked over with his falcon-like eyes.

It was a long team moving towards Xinghebao, which was very fast, but the general outline in the darkness could be seen that the team was well-trained.

"Who are they? Oirats? Or..."

"Aslan, are we still leaving?"

"I won't leave, let's take a look first."

"kill!"

In the fort, the formation of the Ming army had been dispersed by the cavalry, and they were basically fighting on their own.

Zhang Yu shouted angrily, swung his knife to cut off a cavalry, and then kicked the enemy in the neck.

He raised his head tiredly and saw that the soldiers around him were struggling to support him.

Not far away, the second wave of the Oirats was about to come.

After destroying this wave of enemies, everyone understood that the remaining people were mostly injured.

The last moment is here!

The cavalry's power under the fire was amazing, and it was already breathtaking before it was approaching.

A sergeant saw this scene and suddenly threw his knife and shouted, "I don't want to die here..."

But when he turned around and was about to escape, he waved a long sword.

As the head fell to the ground, Ma Biao's face was covered in blood, and he roared: "Everyone gathers together, that's the only one who dares to escape!"

The survivors all came closer silently, and Zhang Yu said with a wry smile: "It's over, let us die for the Ming Dynasty!"

The horse hooves on the opposite side were loud, and the Oirats were preparing to wipe out the last resister, and then the entire Xinghe Fort would be their trophy.

Countless gold, silver and copper coins, as well as food and grass and women...

These things will be ours soon!

"Yoho!"

An Oara cavalry could not contain his excitement and stood upright on the horse's back, shaking his saber and shouting.

“Oh…”

This is from the greedy and bloodthirsty cry of the vast grassland!

This is the contempt of the horse-backed nation for the farming nation!

You are all cattle and sheep we shepherd. Every decade or hundreds of years, you should wait for us to come to harvest.

Zhang Yu stood there blankly, his hand holding the knife trembling.

Everyone was ashamed and looked at the approaching enemy and almost lost the courage to resist.

Zhao Xinbang was covered in red, and he suddenly waved his knife and shouted, "Let's die!"

"Let's die!"

There were very few responders, and everyone was waiting for the moment when death came.

"Kill Hubao will come to rescue us!"

A sergeant cried out in a nerve breakdown.

"No, no one will come at night, and they will not have time!"

Ma Biao said calmly.

When Fang Xing first named the small fort as the Kill Hu Fort, he was ridiculed by these people, but when it was time for life and death, everyone remembered Fang Xing, who did not lower his waist to ask for Xinghe Fort.

And that army with a strong formation!

"How great it would be if they were there!"

Yu Sanhuo said regretfully, completely forgetting that he supported Zhang Yu's decision not to accept Fang Xing's troops at that time.

Zhao Xinbangzhuodao laughed and said, "At the time, we were like we drove away the poor relatives who came to fight Qiufeng and drove them away, but now we still expect others to come and save us?"

Zhang Yu looked up at the sky and shouted in his heart: "Fang Xing, Mr. Fang, where are you!"

Feeling the depressed morale over there, the Oirat general smiled proudly and said, "I am going to find a place. I will sleep with three Ming women tonight, and they must be the most beautiful!"

The man beside him laughed and said, "Of course the people below know the rules and will definitely send the most beautiful and beautiful woman over."

"kill!"

At this time, Zhao Xinbang, who was unwilling to accept this, rushed forward with dozens of people holding big swords.

A minute later, Zhao Xinbang was the only one left in front of him. He gasped and looked at the dead robes on the ground.

"Yilulu!"

At this time, a hundred Oirat households waved their hand to stop the rushing, and then he arrogantly said to Zhao Xinbang in the Ming Dynasty: "You are a warrior, are you willing to be my servant?"

Zhao Xinbang gasped and gradually started to laugh.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Xinbang spat a mouthful of blood and cursed: "I am a great Ming Dynasty, how can I be with you, the stinky group of Tartars!"

This hundred households are proficient in the Ming Dynasty. When they heard this, they shook their heads and then prepared to wave their hands to end the stubborn guys.

"Share the slap..."

At this moment, a neat footsteps came from outside.

"Share the slap!"

The footsteps were getting closer and everyone looked at each other.

Zhang Yu said excitedly: "Is it our reinforcements?"

Ma Biao said coldly: "It may also be the follow-up of Oirat!"

Just as everyone was guessing who the person was, a sharp scream resounded throughout the night sky.
Chapter completed!