Chapter 217 Two Yang is now, the situation turns sharply
Yuan Bin, who was caught in the rush of cavalry, saw this scene and was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. If it weren't for his excellent horsemanship, he might have been knocked to the ground by his companions, leaving behind him.
The galloping cavalry trampled them into mud.
However, surprise was quickly replaced by excitement. For the cavalry, more than two hundred steps could be said to have arrived in an instant. It was only three thousand cavalry, but there were still those extra horses, and the momentum created by them was enough to make those thorns
What the cavalry was afraid of: Those Horqin's cavalry had already lost the motivation and speed to advance, and as the leader Borut turned around and fled, Horqin, who was still hesitant,
The cavalry decided to follow their commander, 1,500 cavalry. On this open land about a mile wide, they could only form a very thin attack line. Looking from a distance, they saw a dark and fast advance.
, as if the waves were about to hit the beach and suddenly lost their forward momentum halfway.
And this concubine, the tsunami-like huge wave set off from the opposite side rushed towards him with all his strength. Almost in an instant, the dark wave line was swallowed up and crushed by the red and blue huge wave here.
It was smashed, leaving only some flying foam, splashing in the air.
Hearing the shrill screams coming from behind him, the screams of the war horse, and the heavy impact, Naborut turned his head back. He saw a centurion who was more than ten feet behind him.
, the raised scimitar allowed a burly man as tall as a giant in ancient mythology to use a broad-bladed giant ax to easily split the man and his sword with one axe. The black light brought by the giant ax
With the waves of blood, it looked so heavy and dazzling. Yang Jun, who was called Little Yang King by the prairie people, easily passed the scimitar that his own soldier slashed at him. The sword in his hand flexibly produced an arc of light, easily
The ground was placed on the neck of his own soldier. Just with the impact of the horsepower, the head of his own soldier flew high into the sky, and the headless body spurted blood nearly ten feet high from the neck.
After the spring, it was directly submerged behind more Ming soldiers.
Borut closed his eyes, bit his already broken mouth, whipped his horse as hard as he could, and ran wildly in the direction of the Monolithic Castle. Now, his only wish was to get to the Monolithic Castle alive and tell the truth.
Those companions, Yang Hong and his son, returned to Xuan Mansion again, leading nearly 10,000 elite troops to rescue Dushikou Fort.
"As long as I can inform King Sekan of the news in time, even if my subordinates die, I can at least save Xin Yi Jian. Borut, who only has the desire for survival in his heart, explodes with human passion.
Potential worked hard to understand, whipped his horse vigorously, and galloped towards the north without looking back.
Among the 1,500 Horqin cavalry, except for the nearly half of the Horqin cavalry who failed to react or were too brainless to try to block the chariot with their mantis arms, there were about 800 more cavalry who were killed on the spot.
They fled away without looking back, and they didn't even use their best art of retreating while returning to their horses to shoot arrows: a simple battle that could even be said to have just begun and ended, really made the Ming Dynasty cavalry
Everyone felt caught off guard. They never expected that a thousand-watt thorn bear would be so fragile and vulnerable to a blow.
"Brothers, Dushikou Fort is already close at hand. Follow me and continue forward. It's time for a man to serve his country!" Yang Jun chopped down the last Wajiranzi who blocked him and waved the handle.
The sword, still glowing coldly, pointed at Yi Yi and shouted sharply.
The guards around him also shouted in unison. "It's time for a man to serve his country!" Yuan Bin couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and could no longer care about those worries and tensions. For now, Yang Jun said this simple and
Even the language that seemed too simple inspired everyone's courage.
"Kill Saddle!" On top of the tower at the entrance of the monolithic fortress, Tian Kun, who was wearing armor and had already suffered several losses, was killing the stubborn enemy who rushed to the top of the city while shouting loudly. His voice was already hoarse.
The hand holding the knife was already a little weak, and nearly half of the soldiers around him had fallen. He was still standing on a section of the city wall that had been attacked by the Nawa assassins, standing at the front, waving his hands vigorously.
of sword.
After more than a dozen artillery strikes, only seven artillery pieces are still roaring. The bows and crossbows have also been damaged due to too intense and frequent use. Even the fire cannons have been damaged.
Most of the time, the original fire gun soldiers could only pick up their swords and rush towards the enemies.
The flames of war have gradually spread from under the city wall to the top of the city. The fighting on the top of the city has become increasingly fierce. Tian Kun even saw just now that on a section of the city wall not far ahead, a man
The soldiers who were seriously injured in the Yamen smiled ferociously, ignoring the scimitars swung by the soldiers, and ignited the fire powder accumulated around them. In just a moment, a blazing white light flashed, and then a puff of swollen fire broke out.
The flames that swelled to a radius of several feet engulfed the dozens of Wazi Tatars who had rushed to the city wall, and together with dozens of injured Ming soldiers who fell to the ground, disappeared into the collapsed small
During the violent explosion that cut off the city wall.
As for this big explosion, in addition to cutting off a section of the city wall and clearing out the attacking Waqi soldiers, the greatest luck was that it did not cause a collapse. Otherwise, the Waqi soldiers might be able to open it from here.
There was a gap, and a surge came in.
But the current situation has become more and more dangerous. Many city walls have been in danger. Now, Tian Kun can't even send ten soldiers to reinforce.
The attack has already taken effect. Now, the Ming army soldiers and young men on top of the city have almost squeezed out the last bit of their strength and will.
A scimitar brought up Li Xiao, and slashed him head-on at Tian Kun, who was slightly distracted. The injured soldier next to him knocked Tian Kun to his death, but he was sent to the sword. Looking at that
Na was bent to the point of being cut into his shoulder, but he roared like a mad tiger. Holding the Waji saddle in his arms before he could show his excited smile, he jumped hard towards the crenel, accompanied by the Wajiran.
The child's frightened scream disappeared from Tian Kun's sight: "Okay, okay, okay." "Go to the pillar, you are a good man, brothers, don't drag yourself with these things!" Tian Kun looked at the soldier holding his arms
The saddle disappeared from his sight, and his face covered with blood that was either his own or the enemy's could not help but twitch, and with a loud shout, he jumped a man from the city wall, the Waqi Mazi.
A kick from the crenel sent him flying backwards.
With his remaining strength, he rushed towards another city wall where the Tatars began to gain the upper hand. But as he was running over, he suddenly felt something strange. It seemed that everyone on the city wall had felt something, whether it was
The soldiers of the Ming army, as well as those with thorn saddles, couldn't help but slow down their movements. They felt a slight, yet fast-paced tremor, transmitted from the earth to their feet.
A soldier of Tian Kun immediately lay down on the ground, ignoring the blood and gravel on the ground, and pressed his ear tightly to the ground. After listening for only a short moment, the soldier's face suddenly turned pale.
There was an expression of incredible ecstasy: "The south, the south. We must be our Ming Dynasty's cavalry. At least nearly ten thousand of our Ming Dynasty's cavalry are here! Brothers, reinforcements are here!"
As the soldier's excited roar rang out, the Ming army officers and young men who were already so desperate that they almost lost their last bit of courage to resist, seemed to have another burning power coming from their bodies, and a desire for survival.
, and their hatred for Fangzi made them even more crazy.
With unprecedented momentum, they once again pounced on the Waziranzi who had begun to gain an advantage on the wall.
The sound of hoofbeats has gradually become faintly audible. The sound is like an indestructible huge flood peak, rushing along the river. The rumbling sound of the huge waves even makes the clouds in the sky rise.
Everyone seemed to be trembling, and the people on the towers seemed to be at a loss.
"What's going on?" King Sekan, who was already on the verge of being drunk, finally retained a trace of reason. He grabbed the soldier who rushed to him to report the news, and roared angrily: "I am not a sentient soldier.
Have you enlisted Horqin and Tumote troops to stop the attack? How come reinforcements from the Ming army are coming to kill you?! If you can’t clear it up, I’ll light a sky lantern for you!”
"Grand Governor, King Yang and King Xiao Yang are here. They are leading nearly ten thousand Southern Barbarian cavalry to aid Dushikou Fort." The soldier whose face had turned gray stammered. "Horqin's cavalry.
, with just one bite and a face-to-face encounter, nearly half of them were wiped out. I am afraid they are less than five miles away from here now."
"Who are you talking about?!" Even the rebellious and arrogant King Sekan couldn't help but be scared away when he heard these two names spit out from the soldier's mouth. These two names,
That was a nightmare lingering in the hearts of all the warriors of the grassland tribes.
After the last victory in Tumubao, the Wasi army marched to Xuan Mansion in a show of force, but Yang Hong's behavior of avoiding the city without fighting made the people of Wasi feel that this old guy was really old and began to fear death.
Already.
After that, under Xi Ning's cup fire many times, he began to attack the forts in the border towns of Xuanfu. Unexpectedly, after several small victories, General Wasi, who was dazzled by the victory, led more than 10,000 soldiers.
The army entered the hinterland of Xuanfu, but unexpectedly ran into Yang Hong and his son who were inspecting the border fort.
Yang Hong, who had less than a thousand soldiers, showed no fear in the face of an enemy of tens of thousands. With this small force, he beat ten times the enemy into panic and fled in panic. At this point, the grassland people understood that King Yang finally
Still King Yang.
But now, Prince Yang and his son, who were supposed to stay in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, actually appeared here together, and led nearly ten thousand Ming army cavalry to rumble in. The Waqi army, which had been fighting for most of the day, was exhausted mentally and physically.
Don't be afraid. Even King Sekan and other Wa Ci generals couldn't help but change their looks.
"Goddess of Immortality, how is this possible? How could they be here?" A captain roared angrily, and at this time, the Ming Dynasty's cavalry had already appeared from the flank of the Dushikou Fortress.
Shape, the two Yang-character slander flags rolling in the wind, like two ferocious and sharp swords, were fiercely inserted into the hearts of all Asheng Aozi.@.
