The advantage of cavalry lies in its unparalleled impact.

The Ming army's iron cavalry rushed into the Tatar army, which had no time to react and had no time to run.

Suddenly... the man was overturned.

Countless people were knocked away in life.

Sometimes the Ming cavalry rushing in front did not stop it. Due to this terrible inertia, they also threw it out as usual and collided with the Tatars on the opposite side, and both of them broke their heads.

The person who rushed to the forefront was almost a suicide killing method.

Even if it was Zhu Houzhao, if it weren't for his learning of bows and horses since childhood, he had missed a head-on collision with sharp eyes, and swung a knife from the side and cut off a Tatar, he would have been knocked away at this moment.

But the war horses were still galloping, and they broke away the Tatars. The iron cavalry in the galloping waved their swords like crazy. When the Tatars who were stationed in the horse wanted to counterattack, the people were already far away, but the cavalry teams rushed over from behind rushed towards the likes of a flood.

Thousands of Tatars, even though they were energetic, now... they suddenly felt powerless.

Now, the Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty was a cavalry, but at best they were infantry riding horses. They could only spin on the spot, desperately trying to control the seated war horses, and everyone squeezed into a group.

Countless heads were slashed by the big sword that killed the horse, or the head fell down, or the strength was insufficient, so their heads were tilted, and their necks were still connected, and blood mist sprayed out.

In an instant, Zhu Houzhao had already led the running cavalry team directly through the Tatar cavalry.

The entire Tatar cavalry was divided instantly.

This is still the Tatars' tactics.

Back then, by flying shooting, by attacking one point and seizing the siege, the Tatars once defeated countless Han dynasties.

But now... they have tasted this.

The leader of the Ming army was obviously familiar with the tactics of the Tatars. His rapid attack was never dragged on, which was to make the tactics of the Tatars ineffective. He found the weakest point in the Tatar formation and launched the final sprint without hesitation, which was to never give the Tatars a chance to breathe, gather again, prepare for war, and gain a foothold.

Zhu Houzhao was like the tip of a long sword. He was at the most sharp point. Wherever he passed, countless people followed him, and thousands of iron hooves rolled up grass clippings and dust on the ground.

The Tatars discovered in despair that all this... all seemed familiar. Isn't this the way to slaughter the Han army in the past?

After running through the Tatar army, Zhu Houzhao did not stop because even if it was pierced, the other party had the possibility of reassembling. So his horse was still running wildly. Then, he rode his horse and began to gallop across the panicked Tatar army. Without saying a word, he raised his bow and arrow: "Bow!"

Countless people skillfully take bows and arrows.

The Ming cavalry were already familiar with this and could not be familiar with it anymore. When the Tatars tried to regroup, they had already left the Tatar army. The Ming cavalry, who had emerged from their rear team, took advantage of the fact that the other party was still panic and wanted to regroup, and in an instant, there was an arrow falling like rain.

After suffering the sprint, countless Tatars were already at a loss and suffered heavy casualties. Before they could make any moves, the rain of arrows fell into them, and countless wails came one after another.

And this...the opportunity comes again.

Zhu Houzhao had already seen the new weakness of the Tatars. He took the knife and shouted: "Come!"

Countless iron cavalry followed Zhu Houzhao without hesitation, and rushed towards the Tatars in the northeast corner without hesitation.

According to legend, the ancestors of the Tatars used this terrible tactic to keep wandering, flying, looking for opportunities, and stabbing them, making them confused. However, the horses kept not stopping, and never gave the other party the opportunity to fight each other, fighting each other and fighting fiercely. Instead, they quickly left the battlefield and finally continued to wander, taking advantage of the chaos, flying, and then... continued to stab!

This kind of tactic once made countless civilizations regard it as a nightmare.

What makes it scary is that by relying on continuous flying and thrusts, they will always take the initiative in the battlefield. Once they are entangled, you will become a lamb at slaughter.

Well... the lamb was delicious. Liu Jin looked at these "willing lambs" and felt a little hungry.

The mighty cavalry team broke into the northeast corner!

Countless people were knocked over, sitting on horseback, spinning around in place, and the Tatars, one by one, were knocked away one by one. Then, Zhu Houzhao tore open a hole, and the cavalry behind charged intensively, constantly expanding the hole.

This time, the Tatars began to collapse a little.

The craftsmanship of our ancestors is reappearing. What’s terrible is that now people are the slaughter and I am the fish!

Many people no longer have the will to fight and want to escape, but here they leave their backs to the sprinting iron cavalryman and will undoubtedly die.

Someone started to whimper.

Some people were confused and wanted to rush out, but there were people around them, messy.

When the dense cavalry rushed by, they tried to resist, but the cavalry that was coming from lightning could not rely on human power to resist.

Countless people fell down like harvesting wheat.

When the Tatars realized this problem, they found in vain that as they did when they slaughtered Han infantry, the situation they faced was exactly the same as the Han people.

After several sprints, the Tatars were completely desperate.

People ran away in a hurry and even lost their minds to resist.

They were exhausted and had no morale at all. They were injured and no longer had any morale when they went south.

However, the Ming cavalry team was waiting for their work and took the lead in launching an attack. These people were more familiar with riding and shooting skills than the Tatars.

After a series of killings, countless corpses were buried on the ground.

Many people have fallen off their horses, and at this time... they have no desire to resist and beg for pain. Some people have fled around the horse, but they cannot help but trample on each other.

Yandahan felt like he was going crazy.

No matter what, he could not imagine that he would be attacked and killed by a team of Ming cavalry, and to this point, dozens of personal guards wanted to protect him and fled, but were soon stopped by a team of cavalry.

They had to escape back to the Tatar formation that had become hell on earth.

But Zhu Houzhao yelled loudly: "Put down your weapons and dismount! Those who are on the horse will kill you."

As soon as this Tatar word was spoken, even the brave Tatars were all burning to death.

The remaining soldiers had to dismount obediently, for fear that they would be slower. Zhang Yuanxi in the distance would be bent his bow and arrows. Whenever someone was still on the horse, the flying arrows would break through the air and the arrows would be shot without any slightest.

The ground was full of people wailing, and countless people put down their weapons...

Yandahan was already full of thoughts, but a man held his head and squatted beside Yandahan, whispering: "Shan, you are golden bloodline, you must not... fall into the hands of barbarians. Later, you must not reveal your identity..."

At this moment, Yan Dahan felt sad, but... the desire to survive rose up.

He naturally knew what it meant if these people knew their identity, and he was both desperate and panicked, and even more confused.

If even the Han army could enter the desert, as if they entered a deserted land, slaughtering the Tatars and using the greatest strengths of the Tatars to defeat the Tatars, then... the Tatars... are there any rescue? Where can I have a place to live in the entire desert?

At this time, countless cavalry dismounted, holding swords and watching all the prisoners.

Yan Dahan subconsciously raised his eyes, but saw that the young man who was always rushing forward was walking towards him step by step.

Yandahan's heart was about to jump out, and he held his head and tried to make himself like an ordinary Tatar.

But the man walked to him and stopped. He dragged the knife, and blood dripped on the tip of the knife like a ball, dripping on the mud: "I have long admired Daming!"

Zhu Houzhao spoke in Tatar.

He looked at Yandahan condescendingly, as if mocking.

"I...I..." Yan Dahan raised his eyes in panic and looked at Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao's eyes were full of murderous aura.

He hurriedly said, "What?"

"Don't pretend!" Zhu Houzhao sneered: "Borjijin Batumeng, do you still want to pretend here until now?"

Yandahan was shocked.

Borjijin Batumuk is his real name. It has been many years since he ascended to the throne of Khan. No one has ever called this name, and even Yanda Khan himself has forgotten it.

People usually call him the Great Khan, but now... how could this young man know... his name?

Zhu Houzhao looked at him coldly and smiled: "I have long admired your name. Do you know that since I was seven years old, I have seen your portrait with my own eyes. At that time, you were heroic and unified the desert. There was no rival. I spent a lot of money to find out your appearance from many people, and learned your real name. Your portrait is still hanging in my bedroom. Sure enough, when I rushed over today, I saw you at first sight, because even if your appearance has changed a little. Even if the appearance of the portrait may not be completely accurate, but you... Borjijin Batumeng, even if you turn into ashes, I can recognize you!"

Yandahan's heart was extremely desperate.

A person... he was staring at himself at the age of seven... This person... is he sick?

He had to look at the young man. Although the young man had been exposed to the wind and sun, his face was full of murderous aura, he still did not escape from his childishness.

What Yandahan felt even more desperate was that he was defeated by such a person in the last battle.

He could no longer hide, so he could only say, "Yes, I am Borjijin Batumuk, the Great Khan of Tatar!"

Four eyes are opposite.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were filled with glory, but Yan Dahan was dark.

Yandahan was completely lost, and it was over, and all his achievements were gone!

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Chapter completed!