Juan took off his mulberry bow from his back, bent his bow and aimed at the behemoth in front of him. Perhaps this arrow would not cause any harm to the guy at all, because Juan saw the iron armor on the thing, and he didn't have time to sigh at the luxury of the Dayue people. He only hoped that this arrow would panic the behemoth, so his first arrow shot a whistle, and the arrow flew into the air and made a sharp and strange scream.

Juan was very afraid of death, but with many years of combat experience, he knew that when he really arrived on the battlefield, the people who died the fastest were definitely those who were afraid of death. So as soon as he stepped onto the battlefield, he forgot what fear was. Going forward bravely, there might be a way out, especially in the current situation.

Seeing the opponent rushing straight towards him, Meng Yan was very excited. He originally thought the opponent would attack the infantry formation, because his team did look a little scary. But beyond his expectations, the opponent actually came straight for him.

At the first moment, he put down the iron cover, covered the elephant's eyes, and ordered his companions to control the elephant. He quickly tied the crossbow on the elephant's back. At the same time, the other five fighting elephants also completed the work.

"Let me go!" Meng Yangao shouted angrily. The crossbow made a scream, and a afterimage was drawn in the air, shooting towards the Mengqi who was rushing towards the distance.

Juan shook his horse's reins, and the war horse suddenly turned, drawing a small arc, avoiding the oncoming long crossbow. A heart-wrenching scream came from behind him. It was a cavalry that was too late to avoid it. He was pierced by the long crossbow, and the powerful force led him to fly high. He was not dead yet. He held the crossbow pole in both hands. The despair on his face made Juan's heart, who had glanced back quickly, feel as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and was tearing.

The crossbow arrow broke through his confrontation, and the soldiers dispersed at the fastest speed to minimize the losses. Even though they were skilled in riding, more than a dozen people fell down. One was a war horse being shot to death by a crossbow arrow, and the huge body of the dead war horse was pressed on one of his feet. He fell to the ground, desperately trying to push the dead horse away and stand up to follow the team, but the corpse of a thousand pounds weighing could not be moved by him alone. He sat on the ground in despair and looked at the cavalry that was moving away. Not far behind him were infantrymen from Lucheng Camp who were approaching him quickly. He cried and howled. He sat on the ground, holding a cavalry bow, pulling the arrows on the strings, and shooting arrows at the approaching soldiers with one arrow, and the arrows fell on the shield, making a jingle sound. A spear flew over and nailed him to the ground.

Three hundred meters, Meng Yangao calmly raised the strong bow in his hand, pulled the bow and aimed.

Two hundred meters. One hundred meters! The hand that was twisting the feather arrow suddenly released, and the feather arrow flew out. A Meng cavalry fell off the horse. At almost the same time, he had countless feather arrows hit on his war elephant. When it comes to riding and shooting at the horse, the Mongolian army was indeed much stronger than the Northern Army. Even though Juan was only from a small tribe, the team had already shot three arrows when Meng Yangao shot an arrow.

The battle elephant was blindfolded and could not see the arrows in front of him like locusts, but it felt very painful. The vibrations from its body made it angry. The cavalry that controlled it to destroy the battle elephant, stepped out its thick four hooves, lined up in a row, and opened about ten meters away from each other, rushed forward.

Although the war elephant was large, it seemed much clumsy than the agility of the war horses. Seeing the huge space between these war elephants, Ju An was overjoyed. As long as he resisted the attack of the soldiers on the back of the opponent's war elephant, he could rush out and break out of the encirclement, and he would be able to fly high and birds would fly.

He stared at the soldiers who lowered the bow and arrow on the back of the war elephant, and raised the huge sword, but ignored that between each war elephant, there were two extremely thin steel wires that sealed the seemingly empty place.

"Kill!" Juan rushed up.

At that moment, he suddenly discovered the trap in the open place. In shock, his instinct to survive made him turn over and fall from the running war horse. The huge inertia made him fall to the ground and still slide forward for several meters. However, in this fall, he happened to avoid the death trap approaching the battle elephant that was running towards him. He endured the huge pain and climbed up, not daring to look back and run wildly.

His war horse had no spirituality and hit it head-on. The sharp steel wire was like a quick knife, deeply strangled into the body of the war horse, and divided it into three sections. Blood was gushing out. The Mongol cavalry behind them had no time to make any moves, so they hit it head-on. They were stopped in these seemingly empty places. Some were cut off by thin steel wires, and some escaped this disaster by chance. Above their heads, the black swords with cold light were falling constantly. In the past, the Mongol cavalry enjoyed the pleasure of riding on war horses and bent down to harvest the lives of infantrymen. Today, even if they had war horses, they were shorter than the Northern Army above the war elephant.

Blood was flowing, screams were endless. The huge body of the war elephant swung its left and right, and its long elephant nose was swung, and it sucked fiercely left and right. In a moment, the more than a hundred cavalry fell down in this inch.

Juan didn't dare to look back. He ran desperately, with a scorching pain between his chest and lungs. He opened his mouth wide, hoping to inhale more air so that he could support himself to run further.

The sound of horse hooves came from behind him. He didn't know whether it was his companion who escaped or the enemy who chased him. Hopefully it was the former. He threw away the knife in his hand and removed the front and back heart-protecting armor hanging on his body, hoping to run faster.

Running, running, ahead, he seemed to see his tent on the desert, with hundreds of snow-white sheep scattered around him. His wife was half kneeling on the ground, holding a bucket in one hand and squeezing milk in the other, but her head turned around and smiled at him.

"I'm back!" He let go of his throat, shouted loudly, stretched out his arms, and wanted to embrace everything beautiful, and at that moment, he watched his wife's familiar face suddenly turn into a gloomy skeleton, with gloomy green fire floating in his black eyes, and white teeth intersecting up and down, making a terribly scrubbing sound.

"No!" he roared.

Behind him, a spear pierced through his body in an instant, and the tip of the spear with blood came out of his chest. With a sound of silence, he pulled back. The horse immediately stopped the horse's horse, and the war horse neighed, and stood up. He held the reins in one hand and the spear that was still dripping blood in the other. However, his eyes were stunned as the enemy who had been hit by this fatal blow was still running forward, even faster. He widened his eyes and looked at the running opponent incredibly.

Finally, Juan felt that his whole body was invisible and his legs were as heavy as lead. With a loud bang, he knelt down, and the blood on his chest spurted out, dyeing the grass in front of him red. He stretched out his hands forward, trying his best to hold on to everything that originally belonged to him, but everything disappeared, the flock of sheep, the tent, the cow, and the wife who turned into a skeleton.

He let out a long sigh, fell down, his hands still stretched forward with all his might.

Juan led his team to retreat from Huaqiao Field to Qipangou, not wanting to use more than a hundred cavalry to fight the enemy's attacks, but just like his previous experience, those who fear death were always at the forefront. The wolf smoke in the direction of Riyueping was still burning, which meant that there was still resistance there, but he took the lead and was annihilated by the Northern Army.

None of the more than 100 Mongolian cavalry stationed at Huaqiao Farm were spared.

The knight who shot Juan to death ran back with a horse. With a rush, he inserted his spear to the ground, took off his helmet, and looked at the war elephant, and proud Meng Yangao, "It's not bad, little Mengzi, this battle was fought beautifully!"

Meng Yangao quickly jumped off the back of the war elephant and saluted the horse knight: "General Ding."

This knight is Ding Qiu, the deputy general of Lucheng Camp. Meng Yangao has always admired this deputy general who looks like a ghost and fights like a demon. When others see Ding Qiu's face, they often tremble nervously, but he regards that face as a soldier's medal. The face was destroyed in the battle with the Mongolian people.

"Good job, Lao Meng brought you here and spent a lot of money to deal with these things. Today I finally saw the power. To be honest, Meng Fei's elephant soldier was broken by us and it didn't work. I thought this thing was useless. Now it seems that Meng Fei can't use it. This thing is ready to play, and it really kills people!"

Meng Yangao smiled and said, "How can Meng Fei compare with the general? The elephant soldiers of the past are not comparable to the current ones. In the past, the war elephant was not wearing armor and was shot by feather arrows. It often hurts out of control. Many elephant soldiers were not killed by the enemy, but were thrown down by the out-of-control war elephant or trampled to death. Now, the war elephant is full of iron armor and has strong protection, so it is naturally invincible. If there are about a hundred, I dare to hedge against tens of thousands of cavalrymen of the enemy!"

Ding Qiu laughed, "Just blow it! There are no tens of thousands of Mengqi here, so we can't equip you with hundreds of war elephants, but this thing is really good. You can do it first. When the battle is over, I will support Lao Meng to get you a dozen more heads. This thing is old-fashioned silver, and you can't afford it if you raise too much. There are one, two or two heads, and it's also good to fight a tough battle. Little Mengzi, when you attack Qipangou, your elephant soldiers will come first and arch their camp for me. Let's rush up again, and it's a great time!"

"Yes, General Ding, I am willing to take the lead and attack the city and camp for the army!"

Ding Qiu laughed, "Go to Luo, go to Qipangou to kill sheep!"

The army roared all the way to Qipangou, and the one who rushed in the front was Meng Yangao's elephant soldier.
Chapter completed!