Beside Liu Jin, Wang Shouren looked at the grassland army that had raised its machete and said to Liu Jin beside him.
"It's better to fail. If we don't kill them, they won't be obedient."
Liu Jin looked indifferent, then thought for a while and said: "When you have almost killed them, call them to surrender. If they are willing to surrender, give them a way to live."
"Killing is not the purpose. In Bartel's words, many of them are just children."
"Hmm~"
Wang Shouren nodded solemnly, then took out the sword in his hand and waved the long sword.
"Kill~"
Wang Shouren took the lead, killing the grassland army like a gust of wind.
As Wang Shouren rushed out, the five thousand elite cavalry that had been prepared for a long time also rushed forward like a tide, their sabers raised one after another, shining dazzlingly under the sunlight.
"Dong~dong~"
The war horses of both sides galloped on the open grassland, thousands of horses galloped, and the earth made a rumble, as if it was shaking.
"Gah~"
In the sky, vultures and eagles were constantly chirping and circling, and more and more people were gathering, seemingly singing a prelude to the undead.
"Alas~"
Battle, Hardan, and Huhe stood on horseback on a high slope, looking at the two mighty armies in front of them like two huge dark clouds pressing toward each other.
What is about to appear is the flash of swords and the bloody storm.
A long sigh.
"Hey~"
In addition to being good at riding horses, prairie people are also best at bows and arrows.
When the distance between the two sides was very close, the prairie people bent their bows and shot arrows one after another, and arrows rained down like rain for a while.
"touch~"
However, except for a few of these bows and arrows that were useful on war horses, most of them had no effect on cavalry wearing armor.
These armors have been rigorously tested and can withstand most bow and arrow shots. Even if they can penetrate the armor, the remaining power is not enough to cause much damage.
"this?"
When Suotu saw this scene, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Only now did he see clearly that all these Ming cavalry were actually cavalry wearing armor.
So luxurious~
He had never thought that all five thousand cavalrymen were wearing armor.
However, before he could think about it for long, the two armies collided fiercely like two tides.
In an instant, blood spattered and countless figures fell from their horses.
The green grassland was dyed red with blood and spread quickly, making it very eye-catching.
"Hey~"
Wang Shouren was wearing armor, and the long sword in his hand was extremely sharp. His whole body was like a sharp blade. Wherever he passed, the grassland army seemed to be cut into pieces of cloth.
There was no one who was Wang Shouren's enemy. The long sword passed by, and figures fell one after another.
Behind Wang Shouren, the figures were the same.
The saber produced by Miyun Iron Factory is light, sharp, and most suitable for cavalry to kill on horseback.
Just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and like the wind blowing away the remaining clouds, destroying the withered leaves.
With just one wave of impact, the prairie people's army was instantly reduced to pieces.
In the same hacking attack, the prairie man's scimitar fell on the armor, leaving only a mark on it, but it was difficult to cause any substantial damage.
But the Ming army's sabers were extremely sharp.
Even relying solely on the impact of the war horse, blood flowed wherever the saber passed.
The difference between having armor and not having armor is really too big.
Even the prairie people are born warriors and a people on horseback.
But facing the Ming army, which was armed to the teeth, they still had no choice.
"This is impossible~"
Suotu wiped the blood from his face, turned around, and looked at the battlefield where they had just fought.
Each war horse kept roaring lowly in front of its master, as if calling his master to stand up again.
The empty grasslands are littered with the corpses of prairie people.
However, there were only a few corpses of Ming soldiers. Some Ming soldiers who had fallen to the ground could even be seen standing up cursing, then finding a horse nearby and galloping on the grassland again.
"It's over~"
Battle couldn't help but close his eyes.
The confrontation just now was too brutal.
He saw clearly.
The bows, arrows and scimitars that the grassland people were proud of fell on the Ming army and had no effect at all.
But when the Ming army's saber falls on the prairie people, it can easily tear the prairie people into pieces.
"It's so miserable~"
Hardan couldn't help but said.
The battlefield was basically filled with the corpses of prairie people, and many of them were the corpses of children.
These wolf cubs on the grassland are still too young.
Whether it was their physique, strength, or fighting skills, they were still very immature, and many of them were on the battlefield for the first time. He could see that some of them were so frightened that they could not even hold a scimitar.
"The whole team~"
Wang Shouren's eyes were steady.
With his loud shout, all the cavalry quickly rearranged themselves in order within a few breaths.
The five thousand elite cavalry were arranged neatly again. All the cavalry were riding horses, with the sabers in their hands placed diagonally. They were unified as a whole and exuded a terrifying aura.
There was still blood flowing on the armor, and blood dripping on the saber.
Beside Suotu, the morale of the grassland army was extremely low. Some of the injured were being bandaged. Looking at the Ming army opposite, fear arose in their hearts.
terrible.
The Ming army in front of them seemed to be machines, and they also seemed to be a victorious army that had been tempered for thousands of times.
"Woo~"
Some people started crying and even dropped their scimitars.
All this is different from what Sotu said. The Akito are very powerful, they are terrifyingly powerful.
"Kill~"
"The God of Immortality bless us~"
Suotu raised the scimitar in his hand again and took the lead in attacking the Ming army.
Having already reached this point, he has no way out, he must either die here or defeat the Ming army in front of him.
However, even he himself knew that dying here might be the best destination.
As Suotu rushed forward again, the grassland army followed him and launched another wave of attacks.
"Raise your sword~"
"Horse~"
"Kill~"
Wang Shouren's voice was very loud.
As Wang Shouren's order was conveyed, the five thousand cavalrymen neatly raised their sabers to their chests, and then gently patted their horses with their legs.
The speed of the war horse slowly increased, the saber in his hand was tilted behind him, and then the speed became faster and faster, like a strong wind rushing towards the grassland army.
Wang Shouren still took the lead, this time targeting Sotu.
Suotu also focused on Wang Shouren, and the two of them rushed towards each other like two strong winds.
The scimitar and the sword were raised high, and then with two cold lights, the two of them staggered, and Suotu fell heavily.
"Surrender without killing~"
After killing Suotu, Wang Shouren continued to rush forward, and then shouted loudly in a somewhat lame prairie dialect.
Behind Wang Shouren, five thousand cavalry kept charging and shouting at the same time.
The two sides clashed again.
One after another figures fell from their horses.
Then soon, the two sides separated again, exchanged positions, turned around again, and looked at the battlefield where they had just fought.
It was still the same as the first time, all I saw were the corpses of prairie people. Countless war horses stopped beside their masters. Their blood watered the earth. In the creeks that gathered aside, the clear creeks were all gone.
Dye it red.
"Sneak attack without killing~"
"Sneak attack without killing~"
The Ming army kept roaring angrily.
After hearing what the Ming army said, look at the battlefield again.
Someone collapsed, dropped the scimitar in his hand, dismounted, and fell to his knees.
If someone takes the lead, more and more people will surrender.
They were scared, really scared.
In last year's battle, many people couldn't figure out how it was defeated and why all the grassland troops were left in the Central Plains.
Now, Mingren chose to go head-to-head with them, cavalry versus cavalry directly on the grassland.
They still lost, completely and completely.
The field battles they were most proud of in the past had all been defeated. What else could they have to compete with the Ming Dynasty?
Suotu also died. This careerist passed away with his ambition and the glorious glory of the grassland people.
More and more people surrendered, and in the end, only Abourrance and Barra were left, with several hundred people remaining who had not dismounted and surrendered.
Bala and Abelance looked at each other, both looking at a loss.
"Surrender and stop making fearless sacrifices."
"Maybe Battle and the others are right."
After a long time, Bala closed his eyes, dropped his scimitar, slowly dismounted, knelt on the ground, and chose to surrender.
"Father Khan~"
Abel Lance looked at the eagle in the blue sky.
Then he looked at the people around him, and then at the warriors of the Kled tribe.
He was very unwilling. He was the only living son of Dayan Khan. If he surrendered, all the Tatar tribes would surrender to the Ming Dynasty.
He thought of his father Dayan Khan, and he wanted to pick up his scimitar again and charge at the Ming army.
But look at the warriors of the Kled tribe around us. They are old and young. If they all die here, the Kled tribe will really become a tribe of widows in the future.
Their Klei tribe is really going to perish.
"Keng~"
He slowly dropped the golden knife in his hand, dismounted, and knelt down on the grassland.
Surrender is not for yourself, but for the Kled tribe behind you. The Kled tribe must continue. The remaining Kled tribe warriors are the last strength of the Kled tribe.
"I'm finally scared~"
Liu Jin looked at the corpses on the grassland and the grassland people kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
It is useless to reason with the prairie people. The most effective way is to rely on fists.
If you defeat them and hurt them, they will be afraid and obedient.
"It seems that Battle's persuasion failed~"
Beside Liu Jin, Wang Shouren looked at the grassland army that had raised its machete and said to Liu Jin beside him.
"It's better to fail. If we don't kill them, they won't be obedient."
Liu Jin looked indifferent, then thought for a while and said: "When you have almost killed them, call them to surrender. If they are willing to surrender, give them a way to live."
"Killing is not the purpose. In Bartel's words, many of them are just children."
"Hmm~"
Wang Shouren nodded solemnly, then took out the sword in his hand and waved the long sword.
"Kill~"
Wang Shouren took the lead, killing the grassland army like a gust of wind.
As Wang Shouren rushed out, the five thousand elite cavalry that had been prepared for a long time also rushed forward like a tide, their sabers raised one after another, shining dazzlingly under the sunlight.
"Dong~dong~"
The war horses of both sides galloped on the open grassland, thousands of horses galloped, and the earth made a rumble, as if it was shaking.
"Gah~"
In the sky, vultures and eagles were constantly chirping and circling, and more and more people were gathering, seemingly singing a prelude to the undead.
"Alas~"
Battle, Hardan, and Huhe stood on horseback on a high slope, looking at the two mighty armies in front of them like two huge dark clouds pressing toward each other.
What is about to appear is the flash of swords and the bloody storm.
A long sigh.
"Hey~"
In addition to being good at riding horses, prairie people are also best at bows and arrows.
When the distance between the two sides was very close, the prairie people bent their bows and shot arrows one after another, and arrows rained down like rain for a while.
"touch~"
However, except for a few of these bows and arrows that were useful on war horses, most of them had no effect on cavalry wearing armor.
These armors have been rigorously tested and can withstand most bow and arrow shots. Even if they can penetrate the armor, the remaining power is not enough to cause much damage.
"this?"
When Suotu saw this scene, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Only now did he see clearly that all these Ming cavalry were actually cavalry wearing armor.
So luxurious~
He had never thought that all five thousand cavalrymen were wearing armor.
However, before he could think about it for long, the two armies collided fiercely like two tides.
In an instant, blood spattered and countless figures fell from their horses.
The green grassland was dyed red with blood and spread quickly, making it very eye-catching.
"Hey~"
Wang Shouren was wearing armor, and the long sword in his hand was extremely sharp. His whole body was like a sharp blade. Wherever he passed, the grassland army seemed to be cut into pieces of cloth.
There was no one who was Wang Shouren's enemy. The long sword passed by, and figures fell one after another.
Behind Wang Shouren, the figures were the same.
The saber produced by Miyun Iron Factory is light, sharp, and most suitable for cavalry to kill on horseback.
Just like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and like the wind blowing away the remaining clouds, destroying the withered leaves.
With just one wave of impact, the prairie people's army was instantly reduced to pieces.
In the same hacking attack, the prairie man's scimitar fell on the armor, leaving only a mark on it, but it was difficult to cause any substantial damage.
But the Ming army's sabers were extremely sharp.
Even relying solely on the impact of the war horse, blood flowed wherever the saber passed.
The difference between having armor and not having armor is really too big.
Even the prairie people are born warriors and a people on horseback.
But facing the Ming army, which was armed to the teeth, they still had no choice.
"This is impossible~"
Suotu wiped the blood from his face, turned around, and looked at the battlefield where they had just fought.
Each war horse kept roaring lowly in front of its master, as if calling his master to stand up again.
The empty grasslands are littered with the corpses of prairie people.
However, there were only a few corpses of Ming soldiers. Some Ming soldiers who had fallen to the ground could even be seen standing up cursing, then finding a horse nearby and galloping on the grassland again.
"It's over~"
Battle couldn't help but close his eyes.
The confrontation just now was too brutal.
He saw clearly.
The bows, arrows and scimitars that the grassland people were proud of fell on the Ming army and had no effect at all.
But when the Ming army's saber falls on the prairie people, it can easily tear the prairie people into pieces.
"It's so miserable~"
Hardan couldn't help but said.
The battlefield was basically filled with the corpses of prairie people, and many of them were the corpses of children.
These wolf cubs on the grassland are still too young.
Whether it was their physique, strength, or fighting skills, they were still very immature, and many of them were on the battlefield for the first time. He could see that some of them were so frightened that they could not even hold a scimitar.
"The whole team~"
Wang Shouren's eyes were steady.
With his loud shout, all the cavalry quickly rearranged themselves in order within a few breaths.
The five thousand elite cavalry were arranged neatly again. All the cavalry were riding horses, with the sabers in their hands placed diagonally. They were unified as a whole and exuded a terrifying aura.
There was still blood flowing on the armor, and blood dripping on the saber.
Beside Suotu, the morale of the grassland army was extremely low. Some of the injured were being bandaged. Looking at the Ming army opposite, fear arose in their hearts.
terrible.
The Ming army in front of them seemed to be machines, and they also seemed to be a victorious army that had been tempered for thousands of times.
"Woo~"
Some people started crying and even dropped their scimitars.
All this is different from what Sotu said. The Akito are very powerful, they are terrifyingly powerful.
"Kill~"
"The God of Immortality bless us~"
Suotu raised the scimitar in his hand again and took the lead in attacking the Ming army.
Having already reached this point, he has no way out, he must either die here or defeat the Ming army in front of him.
However, even he himself knew that dying here might be the best destination.
As Suotu rushed forward again, the grassland army followed him and launched another wave of attacks.
"Raise your sword~"
"Horse~"
"Kill~"
Wang Shouren's voice was very loud.
As Wang Shouren's order was conveyed, the five thousand cavalrymen neatly raised their sabers to their chests, and then gently patted their horses with their legs.
The speed of the war horse slowly increased, the saber in his hand was tilted behind him, and then the speed became faster and faster, like a strong wind rushing towards the grassland army.
Wang Shouren still took the lead, this time targeting Sotu.
Suotu also focused on Wang Shouren, and the two of them rushed towards each other like two strong winds.
The scimitar and the sword were raised high, and then with two cold lights, the two of them staggered, and Suotu fell heavily.
"Surrender without killing~"
After killing Suotu, Wang Shouren continued to rush forward, and then shouted loudly in a somewhat lame prairie dialect.
Behind Wang Shouren, five thousand cavalry kept charging and shouting at the same time.
The two sides clashed again.
One after another figures fell from their horses.
Then soon, the two sides separated again, exchanged positions, turned around again, and looked at the battlefield where they had just fought.
It was still the same as the first time, all I saw were the corpses of prairie people. Countless war horses stopped beside their masters. Their blood watered the earth. In the creeks that gathered aside, the clear creeks were all gone.
Dye it red.
"Sneak attack without killing~"
"Sneak attack without killing~"
The Ming army kept roaring angrily.
After hearing what the Ming army said, look at the battlefield again.
Someone collapsed, dropped the scimitar in his hand, dismounted, and fell to his knees.
If someone takes the lead, more and more people will surrender.
They were scared, really scared.
In last year's battle, many people couldn't figure out how it was defeated and why all the grassland troops were left in the Central Plains.
Now, Mingren chose to go head-to-head with them, cavalry versus cavalry directly on the grassland.
They still lost, completely and completely.
The field battles they were most proud of in the past had all been defeated. What else could they have to compete with the Ming Dynasty?
Suotu also died. This careerist passed away with his ambition and the glorious glory of the grassland people.
More and more people surrendered, and in the end, only Abourrance and Barra were left, with several hundred people remaining who had not dismounted and surrendered.
Bala and Abelance looked at each other, both looking at a loss.
"Surrender and stop making fearless sacrifices."
"Maybe Battle and the others are right."
After a long time, Bala closed his eyes, dropped his scimitar, slowly dismounted, knelt on the ground, and chose to surrender.
"Father Khan~"
Abel Lance looked at the eagle in the blue sky.
Then he looked at the people around him, and then at the warriors of the Kled tribe.
He was very unwilling. He was the only living son of Dayan Khan. If he surrendered, all the Tatar tribes would surrender to the Ming Dynasty.
He thought of his father Dayan Khan, and he wanted to pick up his scimitar again and charge at the Ming army.
But look at the warriors of the Kled tribe around us. They are old and young. If they all die here, the Kled tribe will really become a tribe of widows in the future.
Their Klei tribe is really going to perish.
"Keng~"
He slowly dropped the golden knife in his hand, dismounted, and knelt down on the grassland.
Surrender is not for yourself, but for the Kled tribe behind you. The Kled tribe must continue. The remaining Kled tribe warriors are the last strength of the Kled tribe.
"I'm finally scared~"
Liu Jin looked at the corpses on the grassland and the grassland people kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.
It is useless to reason with the prairie people. The most effective way is to rely on fists.
If you defeat them and hurt them, they will be afraid and obedient.
It got stuck when I copied it. I copied it twice. I didn’t notice it when I posted it. I can’t change it even if I modify it. Please complain about me~