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After passing these traps hidden under the grass, the cavalry under Zabuhua encountered those messy stone piles. These were not a problem for them. They could jump over with their horse reins. Even if they were not lucky, the horse's hooves could trample the gravel and soil piled up in an eager manner. They only slowed down a little speed. Only the particularly unlucky guy would encounter the large rocks that were not many here and tripped and fell off the horse. * Zabuhua didn't care about the small casualties, but what he didn't notice was that the speed of the cavalry had already begun to slow down in the face of these small obstacles.

After passing these small obstacles, the opponent's rejection is set up layer by layer. The test is truly coming at this time, because the long pointed head of the resisting horse has enough shock to the horse, and its width is difficult for war horses to jump over. What's even more terrifying is that it has entered the range of the opponent's powerful crossbow at this time.

Mengqi was naturally familiar with the routines made by the Great Yue campers. Almost at the same time, the sabers in their hands were waving and stirring in the air. Thousands of sabers reflected cold lights under the sunlight. Looking down from the top of the slope, you could only see a forest of swords quickly rushing forward.

"Let it go!" On the top of the slope, the captain Luo Huazhang's arms raised high suddenly fell. The soldiers who had already raised the crossbow arrows pulled the trigger at the same time. Five hundred powerful crossbows flew into the sky, pointing obliquely above the rushing bunch of swords, and flew to the highest point, falling down with a whistle. The sound of jingling was endless, and most of the crossbow arrows were knocked away by the sabers. About dozens of cavalry were shot off the horse by the crossbow arrows that had taken the opportunity to drill in. The knife rippled from the knife.

"Go!" Luo Huazhang didn't see the results of the battle at all. He knew that his powerful crossbows could only shoot out three rounds, so he had to retreat. When the five hundred crossbow soldiers heard Luo Huazhang's order, they leaned back almost at the same time, and their backs were pressed to the ground. With his right foot, he quickly put another crossbow arrow on the string. As soon as the arrow was raised, he immediately thrust his back and stood up.

"Let it go!" Another crossbow arrow was released.

"superior!"

"Let me go!" Luo Huazhang mechanically ordered, following his dry sound. The crossbowmen were like waves, undulating together. Every time they stood up, a rain of arrows flew out.

Three wheels, one thousand five hundred crossbow arrows, about 100 cavalry and Mongolian troops were knocked down, and Luo Huazhang immediately shouted loudly: "Retreat!"

The crossbowmen turned around and rushed towards the infantrymen who were arranged behind them. When they arrived in front of the formation, they divided into two streams like flowing water and bypassed the military formations.

Ding Qiu raised the Mo Dao in his hand at the right time.

"Press!" A hoarse voice echoed above the military formation.

A thousand infantrymen of the third battalion roared together, thrust forward with the spear in their hands, and strode forward. Ding Qiu held up the Mo Dao high and ran at the forefront of the entire queue.

Jianbuhua paid the price of two hundred cavalrymen.* rushed to the front of the rushing horse, thrust a spear in his hand, picked up a pair of rushing horses, shook it hard, and threw it away from afar. With a rush, it had already fallen into broken wood. At the front of the first row, most of them were soldiers with long weapons holding spears, swords and halberds. These people used the weapons in their hands to pick these rush horses as much as possible to open the cavalry behind them.

Jian Buhua felt something was wrong. When the Meng cavalry fought against the Dayue soldiers, the Dayue soldiers were arranged in a square formation, still moving. They kept shooting and harassing with crossbows and bows. However, the Dayue army in front of them was moving. They thought that they would re-arrange themselves after advancing for a distance to leave room for the troops in the rear, but this idea was shattered by reality after a moment, because the opponent not only did not stop, but was running faster and faster, and was approaching them quickly.

Jian Buhua was a little puzzled. He looked back and his mind suddenly became blank. Suddenly, the speed of the cavalry behind him had already been reduced, almost becoming a trot. The speed of the Mengqi relied on to become famous was already gone.

The holes hidden in the grass, the messy rocks and soil piles, and these horses resisted horses, had only one purpose, which was to reduce their impact speed. The opponent wanted to rush into his own formation, but Jian Buhua suddenly understood.

The horse speed was not enough to make Zhibuhua scared. What made him even more frightened was that many soldiers' horses showed fatigue after the charge of thousands of meters. Some of them had foam on their mouths, and even the war horses under their crotch were breathing heavily at this time. In the past, the war horses sprinted at this distance of thousands of meters, but were just small dishes. Oh no! Zhibuhua called out in his heart. These horses did not keep them well for a winter, but lost weight. At this time, they carried the cavalry and sprinted at about thousands of meters, which was exhausted.

Before Jian Buhua could come up with a countermeasure, the cavalry behind him were still pushing him forward. At this time, an ugly general with a savage and frenzy eyes flashed in his eyes, and a loud roar, jumped up. The huge blade in his hand drifted through the air and slashed heavily. Ming Meng's cavalry in front danced with the halberd in his hand horizontally. With a sound, the halberd broke into two pieces. The sword did not stop at all, and continued to go down, cutting off the soldier's head, and then chopping off the head of his mount.

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"Devil!" Jianbuhua thought with a little frightened. His opponent was using a Mo Dao. This kind of knife was seen in previous wars.

"Kill Mengdog!" Ding Qiu roared and plunged into the horses. The huge sword danced like a windmill, forming a belt of light around his body, and died one after another, and fell down when he wiped it.

Behind them, five hundred crossbowmen were once again under the command of Luo Huazhang. With the orders, crossbow arrows crossed the fierce battle field in front and shot towards the cavalry in the rear. At this time, they lost the unified and neat sword dancing on their heads, and the Mengqi increased the attacks of these crossbow arrows.

The Mengqi obviously noticed the threat of these crossbowmen. One of them rushed over the battlefield ahead and rushed up from the flank, trying to extinguish the long-range strike force, but almost as soon as these cavalry had just emerged, hundreds of archers were immediately snatched out of Meng Yao's original formation. The sound of bowstrings and feather arrows shot out flat, shooting down the cavalry one by one.

There were not many cavalrymen, and they could not form a cluster advantage. They retreated helplessly under the shooting of these feather arrows.

Meng Yao's original formation began to slowly press up, while the five hundred crossbowmen retreated to their rear like water, and followed them forward. Every ten steps forward, they shot a round of crossbow arrows, then put them up and trotted to the square formation in front.

Although the Meng cavalry had war horses, they were helpless and the war horses were weak at this time. The Dayue invaders occupied the advantage of the territory at this time, attacking from bottom to top, and stabbed the spears of three meters long in their hands, making people fussed and fought for a while. Under Ding Qiu's crazy assault and the crossbow arrows behind him, Meng cavalry began to slowly retreat.

Jian Buhua didn't want to retreat, but he couldn't stop the opponent's attack. The general who was hand-danced Modao seemed to have already set his sights on him and was rushing towards him step by step. Seeing a subordinate splitting under the opponent's Modao, Jian Buhua couldn't help but feel frightened. Is the opponent really a terrified? Over the past period of time, the guy seemed to have been stabbed several times. His helmet was cut off by his own soldiers, his face was covered with blood, and it was red as if stained with paint, but this person did not stop, and was advancing forward like a god of killing.

"Retreat!" Zhibuhua finally couldn't help it. The war horse under his crotch was breathing clearly and Jibuhua understood. If the war horse fell down, he might have to explain it to him here.

Meng Qi turned around and ran back to flee. Ding Qiu shouted and chased after him, but behind him, the sound of a gong sounded from the sound of Jin. Although he was crazy, he advanced when he heard the drum. The military order to withdraw the troops was deeply imprinted in his heart. He put his sword on his back and laughed loudly. The blood and sweat on his face flowed down, standing between the broken arms and limbs on the ground, just like Shura.

The Meng cavalry were slashed by this storm. On the way back, some war horses were no longer able to support them. Their four hooves were soft and they fell to the ground, twitching constantly. The cavalry who were thrown off the horse naturally would not be able to get better.

Tuotuo's face turned green. Three thousand cavalrymen fought against more than a thousand great ancestral soldiers. They were killed and lost. Looking at the ridiculous escape from his arms, he choked and pulled out the sword from his waist.

Zhibuhua ran back to Tuotuo, turned over and dismounted, kneeled down on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing, his body kept shaking like a sieve, and failed to stop. He lost his opportunity at the time of battle, and his morale was broken, and he was defeated by the opponent's inferior forces. Zhibuhua naturally knew what the consequences were waiting for him.

With a slash, Jian Buhua felt a cooler on his head. The helmet was cut off half by the sword with anger. The sharp blade wiped his scalp and a large web of hair drifted away in the wind.

"Zanbuhua missed the opportunity to be defeated and was demoted to the chief of the tenth husband!" Tuotuo shouted angrily. This knife did not take away the life of Zanbuhua. After all, this veteran was his confidant, and the old man from Guo Luobu who grew up watching him grow up.

A cavalry ran towards him after ten miles away.

"Report!"

Yun Zhao's central army flag stopped, and the whistle cavalry rolled off his horse and saluted Yun Zhao, "Report to the general, the third battalion of the Anqing border army fought against the enemy at Shilipu, and defeated the enemy's vanguard. He killed more than 800 Mongolian cavalrymen in the formation."

"How many casualties are we?" Yun Zhao asked anxiously.

"Return to General Meng, General Meng did not say how much casualties we were, but the villain looked at it and it was only one or two hundred people at most!" The whistle cavalry guessed.

"Awesome!" Before Yun Zhao could speak, he was already amazed by the brief description on the side: "Using his steps to defeat the cavalry and killing 800 enemies, he actually only injured one or two hundred people. This is a great victory!"

Yun Zhao felt a little distressed. The third battalion was full of veterans who had experienced many battles. It hurt him even if he died. "Two hundred people?" he sighed.

Briefly, he looked at him in confusion, "Killing one thousand enemies and losing 800 yourself. Now only two hundred people are amazing. General Yun is not satisfied?"

"It's not that I'm dissatisfied, but the two hundred brothers are gone, I feel sad!" Yun Zhao breathed heavily: "The Mongolian army in front of us is extremely weak now, and such a battle will probably be difficult to encounter in the future." He changed his tone and ordered: "Tell the Third Battalion that they still need to hold on to the impact of the opponent's main force, find the opponent's flaws for us, and find the enemy with one blow to find the enemy's opportunity!"

"Yes!" The whistle rider turned around and ran away.

"The first battalion, the second battalion, the cavalry battalion, rest on the spot! Yan Xiaoyi, send out more sentry cavalry to monitor the battlefield!"

"clear!"

Summary of the story was shocked. This person was a little bit difficult for him to see through. It was said that mercilessly commanded the soldiers, but he felt heartbroken after two hundred casualties. But in a blink of an eye, the vanguard wanted to withstand the attack of the opponent's main force, with the purpose of finding the opponent's flaws, and the casualties were more than two hundred. (..)

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