"How about it, have you caught that Ming Army scout?" Borut, the commander of Horqin's tribe, couldn't help but look at the group of cavalrymen who were going to chase down the Ming Army scout who had just appeared in sight. There were three less cavalry.
He frowned slightly and asked loudly.
"General, no, we chased the Nanman across the valley and were surrounded by a group of Ming cavalry. If we hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, we might not have been able to come back.
"The leader of the ten captains gritted his teeth and pulled out a sharp arrow stuck in the leather armor on his left shoulder. He gasped for breath and shocked the undecided tunnel workers. "When we escaped from the valley, we looked back and saw that they
I didn’t chase him.”
After hearing the news, Borut spit out the dried meat he was chewing, threw the half-drunk bag of milk wine to the soldiers, stood up and asked.
"No more than a thousand riders at most." The ten-captain said with certainty after thinking about it.
"No more than a thousand cavalry? Haha, then this Southern Barbarian really wants to die." Borut couldn't help laughing loudly, and glanced at the workers behind him with proud eyes, "One of our warriors can stand up to two Southern Barbarian cavalry.
Let alone a thousand cavalry, even if there are three to five thousand, they cannot be the match for us ancient warriors."
"They didn't have the courage to chase after them. I'm afraid they were afraid of the scimitars of our Horqin warriors." A centurion next to him laughed. "General, otherwise, let's go up and kill those southern barbarians."
"This is not good, the Grand Governor has given orders for us to strictly guard the main road and not let the reinforcements of the poisonous barbarians pass through." The other centurion said hesitantly.
"What are you afraid of? Huh, those wolves from the Junggar tribe will just turn into us and eat meat. We can't even drink the soup." Beside, a centurion waved angrily at the knife that was cutting dried meat in his hand. "Take it."
We haven't put any effort into Dushikou Fort: Do you think that guy like Sekanwang will spit out what comes into his mouth and let everyone share it?"
"This time, our Horqin tribe sent three thousand troops. What did he do? He treated our warriors like slaves and asked our people to follow the Yongshao Bu tribe to die first. Use the courage of our warriors
We have lost our weapons and lives to wear down the weapons of the Southern Barbarians. But what about us? We were driven into this wilderness with the cold wind blowing..."
Suddenly, the crowd was furious. There were no outsiders here anyway, they were all people from the Horqin tribe. They had long been blind to King Sekan's arrogant and domineering behavior. If the gap between the two tribes hadn't been too big, who would
He is willing to submit to this cruel, murderous, greedy and self-satisfied demon and let his warriors become cannon fodder.
One, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one”
Borut looked at these angry subordinates and thought about the grievances suffered by his tribe. He couldn't help but raise his thick eyebrows, and his slit eyes revealed a hint of determination: "Yes, the credit cannot be given to Junggar."
If our warriors don’t even get blood on their scimitars, they may be even more ridiculed by the bastards from the Junggar tribe.”
"Yes, use the heads of those Southern Barbarian cavalry to sacrifice the sword and show it to the people of the Junggar tribe. Our Horqin tribe is also a hero on the grassland." After hearing Borut's words, the surrounding officers couldn't help shouting excitedly.
He stood up, wiped off the grease on his hands, drank the last sip of milk wine, and greeted his respective troops. With little success, the 1,500 Horqin warriors had already climbed onto their horses, and the scimitars at their waists were unsheathed.
Watermark, Baidu best Mingjun], when the nomadic Mo Shi is traveling, he likes to make a sound in his mouth. Back to dàng on the field, it is like a group of dogs who are about to leave the shed and predator.
As several low and desolate horns sounded, 1,500 elite cavalrymen riding Horqin began to gallop southward. Amid the encouragement and urging of officers at all levels, their horses gradually began to speed up: excitement
The howling still continued, and the galloping iron hooves made the thick earth begin to tremble. Countless yellow weeds were severely smashed and trampled by the flying heavy hooves, and the debris was scattered by the galloping war horses.
The strong wind swept into the air, accompanied by smoke and dust, rising into the sky.
The sharp scimitar, under the reflection of the setting sun, is like a piece of dazzling and cold ice, and like a sharp fang sticking out of a big mouth. Those teeth are eager for victory and blood-devouring
His face has begun to become twisted and ferocious.
From the meadow where they stayed to the valley, it was only three or four miles away. For the cavalry, it was just the best distance to attack. However, the horses under Horqin's cavalry had just reached their peak.
At that time, in the recess of the mountain, a Ming Dynasty dragon flag slowly rose.
For those Ming army cavalry who came to die, Horqin's warriors not only did not have a trace of fear, but became even more excited and enthusiastic. They struggled to slap the horse's buttocks with the back of their swords, hoping to accept the enemy faster so that they could swing.
Using a scimitar, he chopped off the heads of those southern barbarians and became a symbol of his achievements.
Borut was also very excited, and his roar became more majestic, just like a wolf leading a pack of wolves to kill sheep. The excited howls came one after another, as if this was not the case, and it was not enough to prove that they were
The brave ancient Meng were the sons of the Blue Wolf and the White Deer, and the descendants of Genghis Khan, the greatest hero of the grasslands.
But soon, Wu Li shouted in excitement, and after continuing to run for a while, it was as if someone had pressed the ban button, and everyone collectively lost their voice. Because they saw more things, and saw the order.
All of them felt something frightening and trembling: densely packed, at least seven or eight thousand Ming cavalry suddenly appeared in front of their eyes. Above the cavalry like a wave, more battle flags were waving in the wind, and the most eye-catching thing was
, the two general flags at the front of the team: those two flags depict the Han family surname that has frightened all the ancient Tatars for decades and stopped children from crying at night: Yang. It also represents two
In the past twenty years, two people have been hated, feared, respected and feared by all the ancients: King Yang: Yang Hong; King Yang: Yang Jun.
Whenever these two flags appear on the battlefield at the same time, it can only mean one thing. King Yang and King Xiao Yang are coming. As long as they appear wherever they appear, no Ming army soldier dares to kill the enemy.
No warrior from the grassland tribe could win victory in front of them.
"How is this possible?!" After Borut's majestic howl stopped abruptly, he couldn't help but roar loudly, doubt and shock lingering on his face full of flesh.
The fear in the hearts of the Horqin warriors who originally had 1,500 riders also affected their beloved mounts. Their originally indomitable momentum could not help but stagnate. They widened their eyes and looked at the densely packed Ming Dynasty that was rolling in like a torrent.
"Goddess of Immortality, how is this possible? There were obviously less than a thousand Southern Barbarians just now." Captain Horqin, who failed to hunt down the Ming army and fled back to the main team, stared like he was sunbathing on the edge of Haizi.
The mouth of the dried bigeye fish is big enough for a person to stuff a cantaloupe.
"Haven't King Yang and King Xiao Yang already gone to their imperial capital? How could they appear here? This is definitely a scam." Borut was also a general after all, and he soon woke up from the shock.
When he came over, he saw the frightened and frightened eyes of his subordinates. He couldn't help shouting angrily, waving his whip and hitting a cavalryman beside him who was moving slower and slower.
But at this time, a centurion who had just gathered together and shouted loudly that he wanted to turn these southern barbarians into corpses with hornworms suddenly used a sword as sharp as a chaste girl whose feet were molested by a gangster.
A voice like that screamed, extremely harsh and full of fear: "It's him, King Xiao Yang!"
The cavalrymen, who had already taken over and were full of doubts and uneasiness, could not help but widen their eyes and looked in the direction he pointed. The Ming cavalry, less than two or three hundred steps away, rushed towards the leader brandishing a sword. It was that man.
A little Yang King who was well known and familiar to countless ancient Méng soldiers.
"According to the order of Governor Yang, kill all Ranzi!" At this time, the soldiers of the Ming army suddenly shouted in unison. The fierce and high-spirited roar even drowned out the sound of hoofbeats like rolling thunder.
With a roar, and then a roar, the Mingjun elites had already crossed the valley and began to launch a fearless charge towards the hesitant Horqin cavalry. With their indomitable momentum and the roar that resounded throughout the earth, they faced
The empty, cold-light-shining trench seemed to form a mirror wall, reflecting the faces of the Horqin cavalrymen that were distorted by fear and panic.
When they saw Yang Jun with a ferocious face taking the lead, and heard the roar of the Tartars under the command of the Yang Governor, almost in an instant, all the Horqin knights were stunned. For King Yang and
Little Yang King, all the ancient Mongolian tribes that have fought against them are either afraid of them like tigers, or they know that the old and the young have gone to the capital to practice, and no one knows who the newly appointed Jiāng Fu here is.
What a green onion. It wasn't until he took office that the various tribes in Ming Dynasty knew that there was such a chief minister named Jiāng Fu in the Ming Dynasty.
And it is precisely because of this reason, and after Zhu Qizhen arrived at Xuanfu, he arbitrarily criticized the army of Xuanfu, and repeatedly eliminated the soldiers and replaced them with new troops. In addition, the man who opened the Taipei Guards
Commander Wu’s chiding behavior.
Cai Rang also made sure that after he ascended the throne, he would take away the Pingwei as the first step for his new Khan to ascend to the throne.
But I never expected that I would meet Yang Hong and his son here. Moreover, looking at their posture and listening to the sound of hoofbeats that almost shook the world, I am afraid that at least nearly ten thousand cavalry were rumbling in.
Even against the same number of cavalry led by Yang Hong and his son, Borut would definitely stay away and not dare to fight with the enemy [Childish Watermark, Baidu Best Mingjun Bar]. What's more, such a large number of Ming cavalry,
Even if Borut was given ten courages, he wouldn't be able to bravely charge like he is now.
And when he saw the Ming Dynasty cavalry rushing towards them under the banner of the Yang family and his son, fierce and fierce, Borut made what he thought was the wisest choice, or in other words, the vast majority of ancient warriors. When soldiers encounter this pair of father and son, they will make a choice, rein in their horses, turn around, and then hit their horses and run away...@.
