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The fall of Tuotuo's central general flag was a heavy blow for the more than a thousand soldiers here in Lacasson or the Mongolian army, who were attacking the Third Battalion of Anqing on the hillside. Seeing Tuotuo's main general flag fall, the Mongolian army on the hillside couldn't help but feel upset, and seized this rare opportunity, Ding Qiu and Meng Yao quickly stabilized the precarious form, and the army that had been penetrated was once again stabilized.

Yun Zhao took back Pojun, and Yi Shuihan returned to his hands again. He only faced more than a thousand cavalry of Lacasson, who rushed through this layer of obstacles and rushed straight to the almost exhausted Guo Luo's cavalry on the gentle slope in the distance.

"Kill!" Yi Shuihan's light flashed, and the Mengqi in front of him fell one after another.

This is a selected cavalry team. The tenacious army grew up after several fierce battles after several fierce battles. After the battle of defending the stone fort, they detoured to attack the Shilipu Meng Army camp and then escaped victoriously. The tactics of this cavalry are becoming more mature and there is no need for orders. They just glanced at the movements of the leader and knew the direction of the next action. With Yun Zhao, Yan Xiaoyi, Hao Ren and others spared no effort to train, this army is no less than the original Eagle Beak Rock Horse Bandits, and it is not less than the soldiers in front of them, not to mention that they are only the cavalry of the Guoluo tribe, and the cavalry of the Guoluo tribe who are trapped and lack of horses.

Lacasson looked in shock as his team could not stop the opponent's advancement. The opponent was like a tiger going down the mountain in his formation. The dragon went out to sea, rushing left and right, and wherever he passed, people were leaning on his horse and flipping. In a flash, their team had been killed halfway through them.

The old Lacasson, who was old, came to the conclusion in an instant that he could not stop the troops in front of him. He glanced at the team in the distance and said to the personal soldiers beside him with some sadness: "Blow the trumpet, please come back..."

The personal soldier looked at Lacasson in surprise. Even though he was not at a high position and had poor tactical qualities, he knew that if Tuotuo, who was in a fierce confrontation, would inevitably suffer heavy losses if he returned at this time and could not get rid of the opponent's head-on pursuit. However, seeing Lacasson's miserable face, he did not say a word, lifted up the horn on his waist, and the desolate sound began to echo between heaven and earth.

Lacasson waved his saber and led his personal soldiers to rush up to Yun Zhao. He knew that he could not stop this cavalry and was taking the last blow on the slope. The almost exhausted main force was facing the strike of this new force. It was inevitable that the collapse would be inevitable. Judging from his experience, this battle had almost failed. Unless a miracle happened, but a miracle was obviously undesirable. On the hillside, the persistent army of the Great Vietnamese border army was still as stable as a rock, with no sign of collapse. However, the main force of his side had no vague possibility of being able to hold on. More and more war horses suddenly fell without fighting, which was completely exhausting.

Lacasson hoped that he could stop Yun Zhao for a moment, and he hoped that Tuotuo could make a quick decision, cut off his arm, minimize losses as much as possible, withdraw from the battle, use the last horsepower to get rid of the enemy's pursuit, preserve some of his strength, and make a comeback.

Yun Zhao didn't know who the old man with white hair was flying on the face, but looking at the other party's clothes, armor and jewelry and the gems inlaid on the hilt of the knife, he knew that the person on the other party's position was not low, and killing the opponent could greatly reduce the morale of the opponent. He excitedly drove the horse straight up. Yi Shuihan raised his horse high, and the two horses intertwined, and Yi Shuihan swept down with a cold light.

Lacasson tried his best to wave his saber and faced Yi Shuihan. With a sound, his saber broke a big gap and swung away from a distance. He showed some of it and flew away.

Yun Zhao exclaimed. He thought that his sword would definitely be able to cut off the opponent's sabre and cut off the opponent's head, but the veteran on the opposite side was obviously very experienced. At the moment when the two swords were handed over, his wrist slightly sank and removed most of the force, completely blocking Yun Zhao's must-have knife. This was the first Mongolian cavalry to block Yun Zhao's sword after entering the battlefield today.ishu.

Yun Zhao wanted to cut the second knife, but the black cloud stepped on the snow too quickly. As soon as the knife was retracted, it had already rushed out from afar and away from Lacasson. Yun Zhao looked back at his opponent with some regret.

Lacasson had no chance to breathe. Jiang Xu, who had been following Yun Zhao closely, appeared in front of Lacasson. Seeing Yun Zhao's mistake, Jiang Xu became excited instead. The heavy Mo Dao in his hand screamed, and hugged his head and slashed at Lacasson.

Lacasson pulled the horse violently and wanted to avoid this sword. The war horse under his crotch was also very spiritual and tried his best to turn and deflect. However, there were too many cavalry on the battlefield, and Lacasson's luck was obviously not good. He had just let the side and was about to avoid this fatal sword. A subordinate behind him happened to rush over to the horse. Without time to avoid it, the two war horses collided. Lacasson and his war horse were all knocked back. This time, they happened to fall under the blade of the Modao. Jiang Xu let out a hey, and with a slash, this sword slashed Lacasson from his neck to the left flank, and cut off the horse's butt.

Lakason was killed on the spot, and more than a thousand Mongolian troops were in a panic. There were yelling and screaming at the scene, and the formation became even looser. Yun Zhao and his cavalry had already passed through them and rushed straight to the enemy on the slope.

When the flag fell, the Mongolian army's morale had already been disintegrated. Lacasson was killed, and even more severely hit them. The Guoluo cavalry on the slope could clearly see the changes in the entire battlefield. At this time, when they saw the cavalry rushing towards them like lightning, they couldn't help but panic. They immediately divided a part to block them. Tuotuo, who was far away from this battlefield, was even more trembling and had to make a decision. The two Anqing border troops in front of him were more numerous than him. Whether it was a long-range strike or a face-to-face confrontation, they were not inferior. The flag fell and the short sound of the horn representing the death of Lacasson were constantly urging him to withdraw his troops.

"Go back, go back and take over the main force!" He shouted unwillingly. He knew how much damage the issuance of this order would bring to him.

Thousands of Mongolian troops turned around and ran towards the gentle slope in the distance. Su Dingfang and Hu Zehua issued orders to pursue almost the same time. Rows of Anqing border troops pushed away the crossbows as obstacles and ran forward with great leaps. Even while running, they still maintained a relatively neat formation. Although the formation seemed curved, what was there to be afraid of at this time? The opponent was running away at high speed, and the time they turned around was enough for Anqing border troops to line up again. More importantly, the opponent no longer had the intention to turn back to deal with them.

The crossbow could not run so fast, but when their troops rushed out to pursue, the crossbow soldiers quickly put crossbow arrows on dozens of Shang's still intact bed crossbows, pointed at the sky, and completed a round of shooting, then pushed the flatbed truck and chased them like a madman behind the infantry. Behind them, dozens of crossbows that had just been scattered by the Mongolian army were piled up scattered on the ground. The soldiers who had lost the crossbow had already joined the troops pursuing Tutuo in front.

Yun Zhaoyang attacked uphill, and the Pojun sounded in his hand. Every arrow went down, he shot a Mongolian army off the horse. The Mongolian army that drove the horse was already in trouble. Some soldiers even ran halfway, and the war horse under their crotch was already on the ground. This blocking force of one or two thousand people did not even play any role and was defeated. Most of them fled straight to the distance. Smart people had already seen that the war was irreversible.

Some of the escape completely destroyed the determination of other troops of the Guoluo tribe who were still persisting. Before Lacarthy's lifetime, the Guoluo tribe forcibly annexed many tribes. These tribe soldiers could still be called help when they were strong in the Guoluo tribe or fought with the wind, but in this extremely cruel and obvious war, they could no longer bear it psychologically. Their first escape caused a great impact on the morale of the soldiers of the Guoluo tribe itself, and many people began to escape.

"Counterattack, counterattack!"

"Charge, rush up!"

Ding Qiu and Meng Yao are both veterans, so they would miss such a good opportunity. When Guo Luo's cavalry was wandering, the soldiers of the Third Battalion had collapsed and rushed over like a sea of ​​rushing towards him.

Crash!

Although the cavalry of Guoluo's troops still had an advantage in terms of numbers on this gentle slope that lasted several miles, the difficult horses and severely damaged morale made them no longer have the intention of fighting and they all fought and ran away.

What Yun Zhao wanted was to defeat him. Seeing the enemy cavalry dispersed, they circled in a small circle and walked behind the enemy's army, shouting to chase and kill. The soldiers of the third battalion were besieged for a long time. At this time, they recovered and made great strides.

Tuotuo's rescue troops were still running halfway, and the fugitive army that came towards him collided, and even his own army was in chaos. Behind them, the five thousand Anqing border troops were getting closer and closer under the command of Su Dingfang and Hu Zehua.

The balanced momentum on the battlefield was broken in an instant, turning into a strange scene of cavalry running away and infantry chasing.

The problem of insufficient horsepower in the Mongolian army was even more serious at this time. Many soldiers fell off the horse, and more and more war horses fell down. Many soldiers saw that the horse's physical strength had been overdrawn, so they simply jumped off the horse and ran on foot. At this time, they could not get off the horse and get rid of the horse and suffer unrestrained disasters.

The war develops toward one-sided situation.

"Chasing, chasing!"

"Kill the dog!"

The Shilipu, which is more than ten square miles, resounded with the excited roar of the Anqing border army.

The pursuit lasted until dusk, and the Anqing border army won a complete victory. On the battlefield of Shilipu, there were dead bodies everywhere, and wars were swaying everywhere. The golden afterglow shone slanted from the horizon, and arrows, spears, and big swords all over the ground were dragged out with long shadows.

(Shan, I got the chapter name wrong and jumped a hundred chapters forward. Sorry, mainly because I was unwell a few days ago, and I made myself a little confused.)
Chapter completed!