The stone fort and Anqing City were not far apart. Shortly after Qiqige was defeated, the group of deserters in front entered Qiqige's eyes. At this time, Lacarthy was preparing to launch another attack on Anqing. In the just battle, Anqing once again stubbornly repelled his attack.

Seeing that the defeated soldiers of the Luosian tribe, Zion tribe and Rava tribe fled in a panic, Lakath's heart sank suddenly. There were only more than 300 defenders in the stone fort, and it was impossible to defeat thousands of Mongolian troops in Qiqige so embarrassed. However, the facts in front of him forced him to believe that Qiqige was defeated, and it was very miserable. The soldiers of different tribes were now mixed together, and there was no organization at all, and they were just running for the death toll.

"Father!" Tuotuo also looked at the escaped soldiers in shock, "What's going on?"

Lacarthy quickly ordered: "The whole army turned, lined up, waved flags, and beat drums to make these defeated soldiers bypass our army, otherwise they would kill Wuhe!" No matter how his squad was defeated, the first thing was to not allow these defeated soldiers to attack the original formation. If the enemy came a large number of reinforcements and followed the defeated soldiers, he would not even be able to take advantage of himself.

The cavalry of Guoluo's troops who were preparing to attack Anqing again stepped on their horses again, and the cavalry who were covering the city took the lead in making the military formation. The horns and drums sounded loudly, and they were all sending the only orders to the defeated soldiers to bypass the formation.

The long bows were raised, and the arrows were stretched far to the top. If the defeated soldiers did not obey the orders and rushed straight towards them, these sharp arrows would become the sickles of the god of death.

The defeated Mongolian soldiers of the Rava, Zion and other tribes saw the cavalry of the Guoluo tribe waiting for the battle, and their previous panic finally calmed down a little. It was not until this time that they heard the sound of drums and trumpets on the opposite side. They quickly circled the horses and ran to the sides. They were also veterans, and of course they knew that if they rushed straight over like this, they would face the sharp arrows of friendly troops.

Seeing that these defeated soldiers had not lost their minds, Lacarthy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tutuo. Lead a thousand soldiers to the stone fortress and see what happened?"

"Yes, father!" Tuotuo went beyond his crowd and led a thousand cavalry to the stone fort, and in front of him, there were still defeated soldiers running continuously.

Lacarthy's face was extremely gloomy. How did five thousand people attack a small fort guarded by 300 people? He couldn't figure it out.

The two war horses rushed towards him. It was Rava, the patriarch of the Zion tribe. The swords they were carrying were covered in blood, and they and their bodies were covered in blood. Of course, it was not the blood of the enemy, and they blocked their speed of escape from the friendly forces.

"Huerduo, Geron, what's going on?" Lacarth asked sternly. Looking at the two patriarchs who were panting like bellows, their faces were pale, and they seemed to have not recovered from their great fear.

"Reinforcements, the enemy is coming to reinforcements!" The leader of the Rava clan Huerduo opened his mouth and gasped, while stuttering.

Lakathy's heart sank. Reinforcements? The reinforcements from there? Tanzhou? Impossible. There, the Mongolians have gathered nearly 100,000 troops. How could they still send reinforcements? Where did these reinforcements come from?

"It's the army there, how many people are there?" Lacarthy asked.

"So many, many, there are cavalry, infantry, many people, many people!" Gron obviously hadn't come to his senses yet.

There are cavalry, soldiers and infantry, which means that this is a very regular Great Vietnamese army, but where did they emerge?

"From where, from that road?"

"From the mountain, Bayankala Mountain!" Huerduo finally calmed down a little, "Lord Lakathi came out of the mountain, a lot, a lot."

Crawling out of the mountains, did the Yizhou army actually wear snow-covered mountains in this winter? Lakathi couldn't believe it was true.

"What about its character?"

"Die, die in battle!" Huerduo lowered his head, "It was Heisha, it was Heisha who killed him." Gron, who was on the side, added loudly.

"Heisha, Yun Zhao?" Lakathy widened her eyes. Since it was Heisha Yun Zhao, why did there be Yizhou Army? How did the horse bandits in Yingzhu Rock and the fish that escaped the net mingled with the Yizhou Army? Lazixi couldn't figure it out. Looking at the two clan leaders who were still trembling, Lakathy cursed silently. She escaped from the battlefield and was defeated, but the information she brought back was so mixed, making herself feel like she was in a fog and could not judge the current accurate form at all.

"Tell me the whole army retreated twenty miles to camp, ready to deal with large-scale attacks by the enemy!" Lacarthy glanced at the soldiers of the three clans who were still running towards this side.

If you can tie thousands of soldiers under your command into this shape, then the reinforcements of this Great Vietnam will definitely not be lower than this number. You can only choose to retreat first and make a decision after everything is figured out.

"Let's go!" Lakathie drove away and looked at the defeated soldiers who began to gather on both sides. Lakathie suddenly sneered, "Yes, Qiqige died, and these two pustules were also scared. They just let themselves swallow these three tribes in one bite. Rava and Zion are fine, but it's just a relatively large middle-sized tribe second only to his Guoluo tribe. There are tens of thousands of people in the tribe. If they can eat it smoothly, their strength will immediately take a step forward. Although it is not as large as the Mongolian tribe, among the intermediate tribes, they will become the best among the intermediate tribes. However, if they want to swallow this piece of fat, they will have to moisten some to gain the support of a large tribe. Perhaps, the Zarchiwuti tribe is a good choice.

At the top of Anqing City, Yue Ming was also inexplicably surprised. There was no stone fort here, but Genji had made the previous agreement. If three piles of wolf smoke ignited on the stone fort, it means that the stone fort had been lost. An hour ago, the three piles of wolf smoke ignited. Although he was prepared in his heart, he was still sad and angry. But in a blink of an eye, the Mongolian troops attacking the stone fort retreated like a tide. Seeing Tuotuo leading a thousand cavalry rushing towards him, and seeing Lakathi troops suddenly retreat and withdrawing troops, but the wolf smoke on the stone fort was still not extinguished, Yue Ming was even more confused.

But one thing is certain, the Mongolian army suffered a great loss there.

Did the reinforcements suddenly arrive after the stone fort was captured? A thought that he also felt was ridiculous. Looking at the soldiers on the top of the city, Yue Ming suddenly had an idea and shouted loudly: "Brothers, have you seen it? Our reinforcements have arrived. The stone fortress must be fine. Those enemies have fled, and Anqing is fine!"

Hearing Yue Ming's shouting, looking at the joy on Yue Ming's face, the soldiers' faces slowly recovered their anger, and cheers began to ring above the city wall, and then spread to the entire city wall. The two thousand soldiers still alive An Qing shouted in unison.

Under the stone castle city, the only remaining Mongolian soldiers squeezed together, looking at the enemy troops who were looking at the fierce light and slowly surrounding him, and moving forward was a big black man holding an iron stick and smiling silly on his face. However, this person was definitely a fierce god, one stick, and no Mongolian army could withstand his slamming. Behind them, Su Dingfang, holding a Mo Dao, was walking towards him with great strides, and the armored pages made a jingle sound. A piece of intestine hung above the heavy Mo Dao's tip.

Kill! Several Mongolian soldiers were divided into two groups and rushed towards the two in desperate attempt.

Hey! Jiang Xu happily hit him, and the rushing Meng Jianjian cut off, his head was gone!

The one who rushed towards Su Dingfang was split neatly from head to legs with a knife, and the whole person was split into two pieces, and fell down from left to right.

"Good knife!" Jiang Xu's eyes lit up and he stared at the Mo knife in Su Dingfang's hand.

"Good man!" Su Dingfang laughed loudly and raised the nail page that covered his face.

The war today was ups and downs, but Su Dingfang, who had already felt unlucky, was in a desperate situation. At this moment, he seemed to be a different life. Looking at the corpses of the Mongolian army scattered on the battlefield, he still couldn't believe that this was true. In the last leader, the magic weapon actually descended from the sky and defeated the Mongolian army.

"I dare to ask this hero, I wonder where you came from?" Su Dingfang, who was born in the Imperial Guard, had a very clear understanding of the Dayue army. He only looked at this group of people and knew that although this group looked like an army, it did not belong to any regular army in Dayue. It was like a unit organized by the border people here. However, such border people who should have been a group of mobs had the discipline and combat power of an army. No, they were even more combat-effective than many Dayue armies, which made him feel extremely incredible.

Jiang Xu giggled foolishly but did not answer. He didn't know how to answer. He was busy cleaning the battlefield at this moment. These Mongolian soldiers' war horses, sabers, bows and jerky on them were all good things. Slaying dragons and tigers is a poor person, so he would not let go of these things. He didn't even let go of the simple leather armor worn by these Mongolian soldiers. Although it was simple, the group of people in their Hulu Valley now did not even have such simple leather armor?

Su Dingfang immediately realized that the guy in front of him was afraid that his mind would be a little bad. He turned his eyes to the battlefield. He immediately had his eyes straightened like his subordinates. The group of saviors just now were cleaning the battlefield, but their cleaning methods were too shocking. They even stripped the clothes of the Meng soldiers. At present, the Meng soldiers were almost naked on the snow.

"This, this?" Su Dingfang raised one hand and pointed at the battlefield, suddenly feeling that he could not speak anymore.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, and a cavalry rushed from a distance. The first one was Yun Zhao, who was chasing the enemy, and it was Yun Zhao who led the cavalry to chase the enemy, and seeing the dragon and tiger slaughtering and tiger sweeping the battlefield, Yun Zhao bent his fingers and blew a loud whistle. With this whistle, the infantrymen who were cleaning the battlefield suddenly threw away what they had finally peeled off the bodies. With long spears, they rushed over, arrived in front of Yun Zhao, and quickly lined up in an orderly manner.

"Brothers, the enemy is coming again, ready to fight!" Yun Zhao said loudly.

"Xiao Yi, send a signal to Mr. Jiang. After seeing the enemy, he launched suspicious soldiers and scared them." (..)
Chapter completed!