With a whoosh, a feather arrow broke through the string and shot a running Mongolian cavalry down. Yun Zhao laughed loudly, looked at the dozens of Mongolian corpses lodging around, and shouted loudly: "Let's go!" Hundreds of cavalry shouted, turned around and rode their horses and ran. With an arrow behind them, hundreds of Mongolian cavalry were chasing them in anger.

During these ten days, Yun Zhao led more than a hundred cavalrymen to harass around Shilipu. Teams of patrolling Mongolian cavalry were defeated and sank to the sand. Today, after annihilated a patrol cavalry of about 30 people, his eyes were red from the losses in the past few days. The Mongolian army, who had been prepared, immediately divided a cavalry of about 500 people and chased them.

More than a hundred riders and horses were running wildly towards Anqing in the direction of cold snow. Yun Zhao fell at the end, instead of turning around and shooting an arrow, but every time the arrow was released, one person would always fall off the horse, and the opponent's arrows were shot continuously. However, the distance between the two sides had passed an arrow. Yun Zhao held the Pojun in his hand, and the arrows were still full of lethality, but the Mongolian army could not do it. Even if he hit the opponent, he would just make a crisp jingle sound and would be dropped on the ground by the armored bullet.

Now Yun Zhao's cavalry has been trained quite well. After several battles, these people have become veterans immediately. The armor they asked for from An Qing Yueming has greatly improved their protection ability. At least, at this distance, the enemy's arrows shot on their bodies, even tickling them lightly.

The Mongolian generals simply did not do such useless efforts. They no longer shot arrows, but just destroyed their subordinates to chase them hard, and saw that the distance between the two sides was getting closer step by step.

The two sides fled and chased each other, and in an instant they passed the middle line between Shilipu and Anqing. Yun Zhao suddenly stopped his horse and stopped. Pojun pulled away and shot arrows. The more than a hundred cavalrymen running ahead did not have any orders when Yun Zhao stopped, but they almost stopped at the same time. They shouted, waving their sabres, and rushed towards Mengqi like crazy.

The cavalry passed Yun Zhao, and Yun Zhao remained calm, one arrow after another, and every time the bowstring sounded, a Meng Jun soul would return to the Pure Land.

Seeing the enemy on the opposite side suddenly turning around and rushing towards him, the Mongolian generals chasing him were ecstatic, with only a hundred cavalry, and he was several times more than he had. Since he wanted to die, he was not polite. This place was a vast snow field, and the enemy could not make any tricks, and there was no place to ambush people. The Mongolian generals were relieved and boldly drove their subordinates to come forward.

Lacarthy reminded him not to be too close to the front line of Anqing City and be careful of the ambush by his opponents, but now there is still more than ten miles away from Anqing, and there is no place to ambush soldiers.

Yun Zhao drew out the last arrow in the quiver, but this time he did not shoot at his opponent. Instead, he leaned down toward the sky, and loosened his fingers. The last arrow flew straight into the sky with a shrill sound. The last arrow was actually a whistle.

Hearing the whistling sound of the whistling sound, the Mongolian general frowned, knowing that the enemy was summoning reinforcements, but he didn't think so. After eating more than a hundred people, he immediately took the horse and left. The opponent's reinforcements rushed from Anqing City, and even couldn't eat one of the farts.

"Kill them all!" The Mongolian general yelled, held up his sabre and rushed up.

There was indeed a vast white area on the snow field, but there was something strange under this snow field that looked like nothingness. After several days of temptation, he finally successfully led an enemy of a small size. As the whistle was shot into the sky, the thick snow on the ground suddenly began to squirm. With the sound of a clang, pieces of snow were suddenly lifted to one side. Along the snow that had originally had nothingness, there were rows of infantry jumping out from the inside. The first one jumped out was Jiang Xu, who was as blue as a bear. At this moment, Jiang Xu, who was so cold that his face turned a little blue, raised a long howl to the sky, dragged two long snots, held a huge sword high, and rushed up from behind the Mengman cavalry.

"I'm **!" As Jiang Xu cursed, a sword cut the cavalry closest to him and his horse into two halves. Blood squirted all over him, and dyed him into a hot man.

They had been ambushing here for nearly a day. In order to save trouble, the ditch was not dug deep, and the other soldiers were not curled up inside. However, Jiang Xu, who had been looking forward to the sound of the whistle, was as if he had heard the sound of immortal music when Chuyi heard the screaming sound. He couldn't wait to lift the wooden board, jump out, and vented all his resentment and anger on Meng Jun.

When he was ambushing, Yun Zhao said to Jiang Xu in person that if he didn't hear the whistleblower, he would be rude to him. Jiang Xu didn't care about other people's words, but he dared not disobey Yun Zhao's words.

Behind Jiang Xu, Su Dingfang and his ten Mo Dao hands followed closely. The ten people jumped out and immediately formed a tight formation. Su Dingfang was in the middle, strode forward amid the shouts, and the Mo Dao shining with cold light was raised high and fell neatly.

More and more infantry jumped out of the snow ditch and rushed towards the Mongolian army. The number was as many as hundreds.

The Mongolian army was shocked. A group of impermanent cavalry suddenly appeared behind the empty man, and they were killed so quickly that they turned their horses over and turned their horses in panic. There was no time to make any other reaction. A large number of infantry had already rushed into the cavalry ranks. At this time, more than a hundred cavalry under Yun Zhao had already killed back like lightning and rushed into the Mongolian army.

The sound of killing shook the sky and the earth. The Mongolian generals only realized that the other party had already dug a trap here and were waiting for him to jump in.

Dark clouds roared excitedly, biting their heads, and dispersing the war horses blocking their faces. Every time Yun Zhao and Yi Shuihan waved, they brought out bloody rain. Each man and one horse were like a ferocious demon, rushing into the chaos of Mongolian troops.

The Mongolian army was surrounded in the middle at this time, crowded with people, and horses were rushing to horses. Facing the infantry coming up from the outside, there was no way to use it. Jiang Xu, Su Dingfang and others who were waving the Mo sword were like Yan Luo, covered with blood. Every time they waved neatly, they cut off more than a dozen Mongolian soldiers.

Jiang Xu was chopping people very seriously, and he was very angry with his eyes wide open. Because of these hateful Meng Gouzi, he had to squat in the snow nest and hid for almost a whole day. Except for a few small holes used for breathability, he was like a mouse and had to kill them all. Otherwise, Yun Zhao would definitely let himself hide back in the snow nest. Jiang Xu didn't like such a small space. Thinking of this, Jiang Xu was full of energy, the sharp and heavy Mo Dao was like a toy in his hand, waving lightly, but when it fell on Meng Jun, it was as heavy as Mount Tai. Every knife fell, blood was splashed everywhere. At this time, Jiang Xu's whole body was poured out by blood, which made him feel very uncomfortable, so he cut harder and faster. He wanted to speed up earlier, then take a shower and change into clean clothes.

Jiang Xu, who was like a demon god, kept frightening the Mongolian army and his friendly forces. Even Su Dingfang, a veteran who was used to using Mo Dao, was a little disgusted when he saw Jiang Xu's method of chopping people, and took his Mo Dao hand to choose another path.

Among the five hundred infantrymen who were ambushing here, there were three hundred veterans mixed with the two hundred new recruits who had just been recruited. These people were obviously unfamiliar with killing. They held a spear in their hands, but were only responsible for stabbing the knights on the horse. The work of making up for a knife was handed over to the veterans. Even so, seeing the cruelty on the battlefield, flying broken limbs and broken arms, and splashing internal organs, many people still had their legs weak, knelt on the ground, and vomited loudly, but immediately a veteran ran over, lifted him up, stuffed a horizontal knife, dragged him over one by one, and yelled at them, and slashed the knife in his hand hard, stabbed it in, and let the blood splattered all over his body.

Since these Mongolian soldiers were cut off from the return route by the infantry that suddenly appeared, and were disrupted by the cavalry led by Yun Zhao who returned to kill, the battle was no longer suspense. With screams, the five hundred Mongolian cavalry who were chasing Yun Zhao and others lay down on the snow in less than a meal. The snow on the ground had turned red, and the blood flowing from Gugu flooded everyone's feet. The last Mongolian man leaned forward and fell heavily on the snow. Yun Zhao choked and returned to the sheath and shouted: "Brothers, go home!"

The veteran dragged the weak recruits and rushed towards the direction of the stone fort. Behind them, Yun Zhao led more than a hundred cavalry to break the troops and slowly retreated towards the stone fort.

It was not until an hour later that a team of Mongolian whistle cavalry finally arrived at the war site. The tragic scene shocked them. The destruction of the five hundred Mongolian squadrons was beyond their expectations. You must know that it was not a short time between them chasing out of the camp and rushing here.

Could it be that there were large-scale Dayue cavalry here? They were shocked and rushing back in a panic. Along the way, there were constant warning whistles.

Lacarthy is now completely unsure of how many Great Vietnamese troops there are on his opposite side. In the past few days, more than 100 troops have been attacked in two or three places. Sometimes the interval is very short. Judging from the wound, some of them were attacked by the sabers commonly used by the cavalry, while others were killed by the horizontal swords and spears of infantrymen. What made Lacarthy even more worried was that the recent group of 500 subordinates were wiped out by a whole team, and at least hundreds of people were killed by a powerful weapon. This weapon, Lacarthy knew that it was called Modao. From the generals of the two grids, there were a lot of Modao teams in the stone fort, but that Modao team had almost lost. Modao could not be played by just one person, but now it is obvious that there were a large number of Modao soldiers in the Great Vietnamese army opposite.

How many reinforcements have come from the opposite side? Lacarthy can only guess randomly, because once the whistle cavalry he sent approaches the Bayankara Mountain, they will never come back. All the news is completely blocked. The more this happens, Lacarthy will dare not act rashly.

"Hold the camp tightly, there is no order, and it is strictly forbidden to go out to fight!" After thinking about it, Lakathi issued such an order, stick to it, and wait until Tanzhou decides the winner. (To be continued)
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