Soon, each of the three men led a thousand Shu troops to disperse into three groups and quickly headed towards the center of the Tatar army town on the hillside.
The Shu army's shouts of killing came one after another. They were a group of people who were determined to die, and almost all of them ran forward desperately.
After Chen Mu stopped the roaring general who had already been shot with more than a thousand arrows, these archers immediately aimed at the Shu army again.
The Tatar archers stared intently at the incoming Shu army. They let go and fired one arrow after another. The arrow rain was like a dense net, attacking down the hillside.
Even though the Shu troops were spread out as much as possible, these barbarians were too good at bow shooting, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred Shu troops in front fell to the ground.
Waves of arrows followed one after another, and hundreds of Shu soldiers were killed on the spot.
Chen Mu felt his heart pounding as he suddenly realized that the mountain road, which was only a hundred steps away, was so far away.
Almost every few steps near the Tatar military town, more than a hundred people died.
Today, this road is destined to be paved by the corpses of these Shu soldiers.
The rough man who was bragging and spanking with him a few days ago will never be seen again in this life in the blink of an eye. The so-called pain of separation does not have to be above love to be uncomfortable.
Chen Mu watched from behind and shed tears.
But he had to stay behind, because he could only wait for the three thousand soldiers to withstand the rain of arrows and rush to the Tatar army town before Chen Mu led a complete thousand Shu army killing generals to go up and kill King Alatan.
Only in this way can we have a chance to win.
In the so-called war, people will die after all. No matter which life he lived, Chen Mu had seen many dead people.
Now as a general, the final result of the war should be the main goal.
Guilt, pain, sorrow, these emotions can be slowly absorbed one night in the future.
Chen Mu stared at King Alatan on the horse, holding the handle of the knife tightly. His only purpose at the moment was to take this old boy's head!
"roar!"
But at the next moment, a roar of beasts shook the forest again.
However, he saw the scarred Roaring General standing up again, thinking that it was preparing to continue charging.
But as expected, the next moment he raised the tree trunk and threw it towards the group of archers in front.
The tree trunk weighing more than a thousand kilograms was like a plaything in his hand. In an instant, dozens of archers were smashed to death on the spot.
It didn't seem to cause too many casualties, but after this attack, the hundreds of archers did not attack for two or three seconds.
The time of two or three puffs seemed extremely short, but it was enough for the Shu army to kill them.
Soon, the Shu soldier at the front jumped up and killed an archer with one strike.
Then came the second and third... All the Shu troops who were charging forward swarmed in. Before these hundreds of archers could retreat, they were all hacked to death by the red-eyed Shu troops.
"charge!"
Seeing that the defense line was broken, Chen Mu was overjoyed. He immediately stepped out and led the remaining more than a thousand Shu troops towards the Tatar army town.
In the blink of an eye, a hole was torn open behind the Tatar position by more than 2,000 Shu troops.
Just when Chen Mu was looking for King Alatan, he suddenly discovered that the old fox was no longer here.
At that time, the battle situation with Long Xia's army was also in a state of utter disarray.
According to Chen Mu's previous estimate, Huo Quxie still had 30,000 to 40,000 troops.
But even though they had the advantage in strength, they were still beaten to death by the Tatar army who outnumbered them.
Chen Mu didn't know how many people there were in Long Xia's army at that time, but he saw that most of the Central Plains soldiers were tired of resisting, retreating step by step, rarely fighting back.
You know... this battle is probably on the line.
The reason why Chen Mu dared to encircle these tens of thousands of Tatars today was because of the tens of thousands of Central Plains troops in Wujiang City.
The most important thing in a battle between two armies is the fighting spirit and morale of the army.
An army with great fighting spirit can make up for the lack of numbers, just like this group of Tatars.
After searching for a long time, Chen Mu finally found King Alatan.
At this time, he had already led the remaining cavalry to the flank of the military town.
Yue Mo also noticed himself. At this moment, he was also looking at him with a sneer on his face. The irony in his eagle eyes was clearly visible.
In his eyes, Long Xia's army on the battlefield has been suppressed to death. As for the small group of people behind the military town, even if they can fight again, they will never be able to do anything. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are waiting to be killed.
He took a sip of wine and laughed loudly.
"Haha, so happy, so happy!"
When he was trapped in the valley, he was so depressed and despairing, but now he is so happy to relieve his anger.
Although this battle is not over yet, it seems that he has won it now.
The so-called putting oneself to death and living later is probably like this.
I am the winner in this battle!
When the pressure from the Tatar army in front was greatly reduced, King Alatan withdrew his two thousand men to focus on dealing with the Shu army in the rear.
The Shu army is brave, but they are by no means equal to one hundred in fighting strength. They rarely train formally on weekdays. On the battlefield, they defeat the enemy more because of their unafraid of death.
After all, it was a group of people. They were already fighting together with more than a thousand Tatar soldiers, but now more than two thousand people came, which undoubtedly pushed them into the abyss instantly.
With the advantage of numbers, each Shu army was beheaded with a long sword, or directly cut into two pieces.
The lives of these people are really as worthless as those weeds, but within a short time of inhaling, hundreds of Shu soldiers have died on the battlefield.
Looking at King Alatan who was still laughing and laughing, an unspeakable sense of shame suddenly rose up.
Chen Muhen, he knew that he was planning everything right from beginning to end, but he never expected the ruthlessness of this barbarian!
He was so cruel that he dared to use his soldiers as food rations! He used blood as water source!
Today... I'm afraid I'll really end up here.
"drive!"
But at the next moment, Chen Mu suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves galloping behind him!
Suddenly I looked back and saw a Tatar war horse leaping up the hillside from behind!
And the person on horseback is not a prairie cavalry, but Han Xiner!
Now the two armies are in a melee, and the cavalry is useless. What is he going to do!!
In Chen Mu's horrified eyes, ten more riders jumped into the battlefield with him.
Not only Chen Mu, but also the proud King Alatan's expression was dull.
The same question was asked, what is he going to do?
But soon he knew it, and saw Han Xiner holding a long sword, and the next moment he led dozens of cavalry to rush towards him!
"Everyone! Open the way!"
For a moment, a dozen cavalrymen dispersed to both sides of Han Xiner to defend him from the incoming swords and guns.
Incredible!
Under everyone's gaze, Han Xin'er actually rushed over on horseback with a long sword.
Now, Mr. Chen Mu knew that this boy... was probably trying to achieve a war miracle like that of Emperor Chai Rong of the Later Zhou Dynasty!
It is impossible for Han Xiner to choose the path that a loser should take.
Surrender and die in battle, absolutely impossible!
Fighting with your last resort, risking your life and surviving, this is the highest strategy, the most dangerous, and the most difficult.
Maybe everyone wants to die in a vigorous battle, but Han Xiner doesn't want to! Because what's the difference between dying in battle and surrendering? The loser doesn't care whether it's grand or not, failure is failure!
Instead of doing this, why not take a gamble!
You dare to pull down the emperor even if you are willing to be killed, let alone... you are such a barbarian king!