After taking over the entire command, Hong Niangzi basically adhered to Park Demeng's combat ideas, with Wei Dongsheng's Gaoyang soldiers and Park Demeng's Yizhou battalion as the main force, accompanied by a large number of militia reserves, surrounded them from all sides, and squeezed the opponent's living space one by one. Three-eyed tigers and himself led 2,000 cavalry to fight, trying to avoid Han Hai's main force, and bit by bit the small troops he sent to find food. As the war progressed day by day, the cavalry composed of 2,000 soldiers had already become slightly more beautiful. Although hundreds of people were lost, the entire team had already changed greatly compared to when he first left the training camp.

Han Hai's situation is becoming increasingly difficult. He was besieged within a range of more than 100 square kilometers. No matter which direction he was heading, he would encounter large-scale infantry blockades. His food was basically cut off. Now he could only rely on killing the excess war horses to survive. As the war became more and more intense day by day, his weapons also had great problems. One feather arrow shot out and one was missing, and the damage to the saber could not be supplemented. He was almost at a desperate situation.

Until this time, Han Hai finally realized that both himself and the Yuan Dynasty had mistakenly estimated the war potential of Yizhou. In the past seven years, Yun Zhao had actually built Yizhou into a war machine. When he broke through the Bayankala Mountains, the only remaining troops in the mainland of Yizhou were Park Demeng's Yizhou camp stationed in Yizhou. This was not a main battle camp. There were only more than 8,000 people in the entire battalion, and it was used by Yun Zhao to seize Yizhou City. Such a force dominated by infantry would not be able to stop his 5,000 cavalry. But now, around him, there are tens of thousands of troops.

Han Hai didn't understand. It was not until he captured Li Zheng in a village that he finally understood the military system of Yizhou. In Yizhou, as long as he was suitable, he had to enter the militia reserve service. The military governor's office issued weapons, and retired disabled veterans were responsible for the professors. Each township had a reserve poster and each county was equipped with another reserve battalion officer. Usually these people were farmers, and when the war broke out, these people could quickly form a unit with strong combat effectiveness.

This is why he had obviously wiped out the only unit that Gao Yang had, but now there was a Gao Yang army with a larger number of troops blocking his way back.

The noose was slowly tightening, and Han Hai felt that he couldn't breathe.

Romon walked over with heavy steps, "General Han, more than a dozen more horses died today!" These days, horses died almost every day, and long-term high-load combat, these war horses were not nutritious, and people had no food to eat, and there were horses fed there. There were no food, and the war horses that rely on green grass to fill their hunger quickly became weak. After a long marching, sudden death was expected.

"If you die, share the meat to everyone!" Han Hai's face was expressionless.

Romon looked sad. Mengren lived on horseback since childhood. Killing his own war horse and eating meat was even more uncomfortable than killing himself. But now, he no longer cared about this much.

When he entered Yizhou, the army with high fighting spirit was now out of control, although the army was not disintegrated, it was indeed no longer motivated. Han Hai knew that the destruction would be within these few days. Because in the past few days, the frequency of harassment of the opponent's cavalry has become increasingly high. With the experience of Hong Niangzi and the Three-Eyed Tiger, it is impossible not to know that his troops are now strong and are about to change from cavalry troops to infantry. You must know that these two people are old horse bandits, and experts can tell if they have any. After several days of testing, they may have known their background. I am afraid that they have waited for these two days to be safer.

Han Hai smiled bitterly.

"General Han, do we still have a chance to break through?" Romon asked in a low voice.

After a moment of silence, Han Hai shook his head, "Prepare to be loyal to His Majesty!"

This desperate cavalry unit finally reached the last stop of their journey. In the evening, the sobbing Gaoliang River blocked their way. Behind them, smoke and dust rolled. The big Yan army flag appeared in their sleeves under the sunset. The red horse, red armor and red cloak, the red evil that once made the Mongolian tribes in the desert stood in front of Mengqi again. Beside her, the three-eyed tiger holding a strong bow in her hands, and kept flicking the bowstring with a grim smile.

Infantrymen followed closely on the two wings, with the big flag of Pu and the big flag of Wei getting closer and closer. Tens of thousands of people surrounded the troops with only more than 3,000 cavalry left by the Gaoliang River.

A few years ago, Tinig of Tatar'er's army led tens of thousands of Mengqi cavalry to follow the city of Yizhou in one fell swoop. The dream was shattered on the banks of Gaoliang River. Zhou Guangyi, who is now a general of the Northern Expedition Army, set up an ambush on the banks of Gaoliang River. Tens of thousands of Mongolian troops fell by Gaoliang River. Tinig was saved only by himself. A few years later, the world has been reincarnated, and another Mongolian army was besieged here. Their bodies are destined to be the nourishment for the fertile land.

Han Hai stepped on the war horse and pulled out the sabre on his waist, "Enjoyed Father, goodbye forever!" He closed his eyes, prayed silently in his heart, and looked back at the Mongolian army behind him: "Fight until you die, don't think that your opponent wants to let you go. The opposite is Hongsha Hong Niang, a desert horse bandit who enjoys killing the Mongolian tribe. The man would rather die standing than die on his knees!"

The Mongolian army behind them quietly stepped on the war horses. The soldiers who had no war horses also drew out their sabers and formed a charge formation. They and the Northern Army had been dying. Over the years, the hatred they had formed was as deep as the sea and as high as the mountain.

"Kill!" Han Hai raised his saber, knocked his toes hard on the horse's belly, and the war horse plucked his strength and rushed forward.

"The trapped beasts are still fighting!" The three-eyed tiger laughed. Over the past few days, they have already figured out the details of their opponents. This is an army that is exhausted and has dropped to an army that is simply unbearable to the battle.

The red lady's face was covered with red gauze, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but her eyes became brighter and brighter.

The first thing welcoming Han Hai was the roaring thunder fire, with a roaring crossbow pounced on the sky and the earth, shooting at the cavalry that rushed upwards, shooting down the opponent in pieces. The large number of black Mongolian cavalry teams immediately swept out a large gap.

After several consecutive rounds of shooting, the cavalry team on the opposite side began to become sparse, and the weak war horses could no longer launch a high-speed sprint. As Park Demeng's left-wing infantry began to raise his spear and press forward towards the center of the battlefield, Wei Dongsheng on the right also began to take the same action, slowly advancing forward with a mountain-like gun forest.

Hongmao finally pulled out her saber and stared at the enemy cavalry less than three hundred steps away from her. "Strike!" She shouted sternly. With Hongmao's silence, the big red horse arrow that had been with her for many years rushed out under her crotch. The three-eyed tiger rushed out with Hongmao's bow, and the arrow was on the string.

At one hundred and fifty steps, the bowstring made a dense sound, three arrows were beaded, and the three-eyed tiger shot three arrows in an instant. Three enemy troops fell down from the sky and inserted their strong bow into the bow bag next to the saddle with one hand. When they retracted their hands, there was already a slender saber in their hands. At the forefront were more than 100 personal soldiers brought by Hongniang from Ganzhou. Among them, there were the old brothers from Yingbei Rock, and there was also a new generation of cavalry trained by Hongniang over the years.

They followed the combat mode of the Eagle-billed Rock Horse Bandits, and used the strongest combat power as the cone head to launch a powerful sprint towards the enemy. The Red Lady and the Three-Eyed Tiger were arrows and rushed towards the enemy fiercely.

"Crack through!" Hongniang shouted sternly.

"Crack through!" The three-eyed tiger responded with each other.

"Crack through!" More than a hundred personal soldiers responded in unison.

"Crack through!" Two thousand cavalry shouted loudly, shaking the nine nights.

The tired and weak Mongol cavalry could not cope with such a powerful sprint. Many of their war horses even fell to the ground and died of exhaustion during the charge, and threw the horse's master down and was submerged in the tide of galloping horses. The cavalry of the Northern Army, who were like a burnt red tong, pierced through the opponent's formation without any effort.

A loud whistle sound came from his mouth. The Hongniang and the three-eyed tiger gathered together suddenly split into two, circled two small arcs, rushed back in the opposite direction, rushed to the middle of the way, and the two teams merged into one and rushed towards more places where the opponents gathered.

When more Mongolian troops escaped the first attack of the cavalry of the Northern Army, they did not return to their horses to prepare for the opponent's second charge. The second was to fight the horses desperately and rushed towards the infantry in the distance. In comparison, infantry seemed to be better to deal with. If they could fight a path from the infantry, they might have the possibility of escaping.

But even the most powerful big tent soldiers were quite struggling to deal with the infantry of the Northern Army. How could these already exhausted cavalry break through the sword and spear forest in front of them? Most of them were shot to the ground by feather arrows flying out of the military formation before they rushed to the ground. Before a few people rushed to the military formation, they could only eventually become prey of those guns that were several meters long.

No one can break through such a thick military formation.

Han Hai did not escape. He chopped down several cavalrymen of the Northern Army in a row, turned around the horse's head, and rushed up to face the dazzling red horse.

A scream sounded in his ears, and the afterimage of a feather arrow in his eyes quickly magnified. He swung his knife and broke the arrow. The second arrow came to him. His upper body suddenly leaned back, and his back almost touched the saddle. The cold feather arrow with the breath of death swept past the tip of his nose. Before he could stand up, a sharp pain suddenly came from his right leg. When he looked down, a feather arrow penetrated the leg armor. The sharp arrow clustered into three points of flesh. Blood flowed down the arrow rod. However, the three-eyed tiger eyes saw that this person was so brave, but the third arrow gave up the idea of ​​killing him, and wanted to hurt one of his limbs first.

Han Hai roared and waved his knife and rushed forward.

A black shadow was as sharp as a dragon, heading straight to the door and slashing it on his face, wielding it on his knife, but the black shadow was like a living creature, hovering in the air. In an instant, it had avoided Han Hai's dozens of slashes and slashes, wrapping around Han Hai's waist like a poisonous snake. A powerful force came, and Han Hai couldn't help but get thrown into the air and flew into the air.

"Three-eyed tiger!" said the Hongniang.

"Come on!" The three-eyed tiger laughed and opened its bow, and took an arrow. Three arrows came through the air. Han Hai, who was in the air, could not avoid it. Three chirps, the arrow hit his chest and abdomen, fell straight from the air, twitched twice, and finally remained silent. Countless horse hooves were about to step on, trampled over him, and in an instant, he stepped on him into an unnatural form.
Chapter completed!