Wu Yun was going crazy. Why did these Han people have so many firearms? These sharp firearms that he had never heard of almost wiped out the Qingqi.
This two-kilometer stretch of road is littered with the corpses of Alxa warriors.
He desperately found that it was impossible for them to defeat these people. No matter whether they were shooting or slashing, they were no match. These people attacked them with ease and ease. They did not exert their full strength at all. Judging from their nonchalant eyes,
It can be seen that they do not take the Alxa people seriously at all.
This time, they were unable to break through the second wall. Eight hundred people completely stopped them. After a period of fighting, everyone was hit by several long knives from the opposite side and fell off their horses.
Wu Yun was the last one to fall off his horse. His bodyguards resisted desperately and tried to protect him. When he was cut off from his horse by a heavy simple knife, he fell heavily to the grass. His absent-minded eyes looked at the blue sky.
His last consciousness told him that the Alxa people were finished and they would not have the chance to leave this battlefield.
At this time, Jiang Bingzhong took his servants with him, and the head of the battalion ran into a well-organized and fiercely approaching heavy cavalry phalanx.
Jiang Bingzhong picked up a three-pointed two-edged sword and went straight to the center of the army formation. Sulu fought with the king with the golden crown under his banner. He knew that this man was the master of Alxa, Wu Ya'er Huntaiji.
At this time, there were still more than 300 Jiang family servants, like a sharp knife, inserted directly into the Alxa people's heavy cavalry formation. There were too few of them, and they fell into the 2,000-layer heavy cavalry formation.
Surrounded by armored cavalry.
But soon, Zhang Shize rushed in with 1,200 cavalrymen. The two sides collided fiercely. For a moment, people were on their backs, and many people fell to the ground due to the collision, and were trampled to death by the horses.
The remaining people slashed at each other with swords.
There is not much difference between cavalry fighting and infantry fighting. Qi Jiguang described the fighting process of the Ming Dynasty in his book. There is nothing fancy. He wrote: "The enemy's spears stabbed at random, and our spears followed and stabbed back at the enemy.
They came and slashed with their long swords. We also slashed back with our swords."
The cavalry from both sides collided and squeezed together. There was not much space to move around. People were crowded on all sides. What they had to do at this time was to swing their swords, swing their swords, and swing their swords again. Cut with all their might, and fight with all their might.
As long as the enemy doesn't kill him, he will kill him.
I was panting, my lungs were on fire and almost bursting, and my clothes were soaked with sweat.
Keep slashing forward. Only in this way can you survive. If you slack off, you will be hacked to death by the enemy. If your arms are sore, continue to persevere. If your arms are numb, continue to persevere. Adrenaline is soaring, and everyone's eyes are bloodshot.
, a hoarse roar.
Use all your strength to slash forward. If the enemy resists with a machete, then continue to slash with greater force each time. Cut off their swords and hack them to death.
It wasn't until there was no one in front of him that he realized that he had already penetrated the enemy formation and rushed over.
At this time, a burst of joy of surviving the disaster came from the bottom of my heart. This life was saved.
At this time, his body was covered in scars, his energy was exhausted, he was sweating profusely, and he almost fell off his horse.
The addition of Zhang Shize quickly changed the situation. Originally, the three hundred servants of the Jiang family were already trapped in a tight siege. Although they pushed forward desperately under the leadership of Jiang Bingzhong, Jiang Bingzhong had already thrown away the three-pointed two-edged knife and took out a pair of short axes.
, slashing left and right. Rushing towards Wuyarhuntaiji.
The Mongolians in front of them had no equal enemy. The two one-meter-long axes chopped down the heavily armored Mongolians, causing pieces of armor to fly, bones to break, and tendons to break. They danced like wheels.
Although they tried their best to stop him, Jiang Bingzhong still got closer to Wu Ya'er Huntaiji.
This time, he was going after Wu Ya'er. He understood the principle of capturing the thief and the king. As long as Huntaiji was killed, the Alxa people would collapse.
Zhang Shize's 1,200 men had already held back the Mongolian heavy cavalry in front. The two sides were locked in a bitter battle. At this time, Wu Ya'er Huntaiji discovered that he no longer had many troops to stop the piercing action of the three hundred servants of the Jiang family.
Because they are also heavy cavalry. They all wear plate armor, which is more elite than the feather armor of Alxa's heavy cavalry.
"Batu, stop them." Wuyarhun Taiji shouted in horror. He was about to turn his horse around and retreat. He is a noble, not those slaves and soldiers, and he will not put himself in danger.
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The Han general opposite was undoubtedly a lunatic. Relying on his excellent armor and stomach, he completely ignored the frenzied killings of the Mongolians on all sides and moved forward desperately.
At this time, his plate armor had been torn to pieces by the heavy cavalry surrounding him with maces, battle axes, and flails, and blood was gushing out.
He wheeled a pair of short axes painted red like hot wheels. Every time he slashed them, the opponent's scimitar would be cut off, and the armor would be chopped into pieces. The beef tendons piercing the armor would break, and the armor pieces would fly.
Wu Yaer decided to leave immediately, because there were still three or four rows of soldiers in front of him who were still blocking this madman. He was about to kill him. He had no extra troops in his hands at this time. At this time, there were a thousand soldiers on each side.
The cavalry has quickly moved forward to outflank the Ming army from left to right.
He took his thirty or so nak'er and immediately turned around and rode away, trying to get out of the dangerous place as quickly as possible.
Jiang Bingzhong finally received another blow from the mace on his back. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he hacked to death the last blocker and penetrated the military formation.
He looked carefully and saw that Wu Ya'er Huntaiji had already run away. He had fled more than 20 meters with his elite soldiers.
At this time, Jiang Bingzhong was covered in wounds. His plate armor was broken in countless places, his skin was cut open in many places, his muscles were stretched, and he also suffered internal injuries. When he rushed over just now, he was hit by many heavy weapons.
Although this piece of plate armor had excellent defensive capabilities, it had completely completed its mission and was scrapped.
The war horse under his crotch was also exhausted, with foam at the mouth.
He anxiously spurred the horse, and the horse used its last strength to rush out of the military formation. However, suddenly its front legs gave way and it stumbled and fell.
Jiang Bingzhong knew that he could not catch up with Huntaiji. Two-thirds of his servants had been killed or injured at this time. After paying such a high price, could this be a failure?
The moment Jiang Bingzhong was about to fall off his horse, he threw the ax with all his strength towards Wu Ya'er Huntaiji's back.
Jiang Bingzhong's heavy body flew forward from the horse's neck with a roar and fell to the ground. He felt dizzy and had no strength at all.
When he was fighting desperately just now, he stimulated his potential and was seriously overstretched. At this time, he finally reacted after falling. Coupled with the excessive blood loss, he lay on the ground and passed out.
Wu Ya'er Huntaiji heard a loud rumble behind him. He knew without looking back that it was the sound of the madman who was chasing him falling from his horse. A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Who does this delusional person think he is? He can threaten all households with his bravery. What a wishful thinking. It is unreasonable."
Before he could laugh out loud, he felt a shock in the back of his head, and something was embedded in him. He didn't feel pain, but felt a cold feeling in the back of his head. Then he lost control of his whole body. His vision went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.
Wuyarhun Taiji's body fell off the horse and fell to the ground. His gold-decorated helmet had a sharp short ax stuck in the back of his head.
