Clouds moved slowly, in different shapes.
The setting sun was setting on the horizon, shining through those clouds on the grasslands.
A cloud like a galloping horse floated slowly, with all hooves in all directions.
The most brilliant thing is probably the horse's head, which has its mouth open as if it is neighing.
The cloud horse was red by the sunset, and looked at the sand below.
As soon as the five hundred Haret cavalry finished turning, the cavalry that poured out from the side of the hill stabbed them in the ass.
Blade Formation!
The cavalry in the rear swarmed out, and when all the cavalry rushed out, the number also came out.
"My lord, eight or nine hundred!"
It is a cry of joy.
Three thousand against eight or nine hundred, no, you have to add those Ming troops, but it is still three to one.
General Harlie looked at the Ming cavalry in a daze, and muttered: "If they are all as powerful as them, who wins?"
Who loses?
” After a momentary muttering, General Haret cheered up and shouted, "Meet the enemy!"
Meet the enemy!
” There is nothing to maneuver in the current situation, and both sides want to fight it out and then find their own home.
The five hundred cavalry in front were already meeting the enemy.
They hurriedly rode their horses and turned around, and then the Ming army used a big man in armor as an arrow, and crashed in.
"Kill!"
The big man held a large knife similar to a horse chopping knife, and slashed it down with a loud shout.
Sergeant Haret in front of him did not hesitate to swing his sword to block.
Clang!
With a small sound, the long knife broke, and then the saber slashed down from the center of the opponent's eyebrows.
After a gentle sound, the saber was withdrawn, and the big man turned the handle of the knife, and with just one pick, he broke the jaw of the second person.
When the second man fell from his horse, the first Haret made a slit in the center of his eyebrows, and blood immediately gushed out.
"Drink!"
Only then did the big man swing the horse chopping knife again.
Bite!
With just one sound, the long knife of the Haret man in front of him broke, and the head flew high.
It's a warrior!
He rushed in first, and wherever he passed, blood splattered in the air.
"Daming Wansheng!"
The Ming army behind him rushed past him, like a flood rushing into a wheat field, sweeping everything.
"Kill!"
The big man's long knife slashed out flatly, and the Haret people in front of him actually blocked it.
As the two sides staggered by, the big man stretched out his left hand and pulled the Naharet off his horse.
"Kill him!"
Someone was so frightened by the big man that he turned around and fled, and at the same time called his comrades to save his life.
The big man held the sword in one hand, but he stretched out the hand holding the knife, and a row of Harets fell where he passed.
"Kill!"
There was no more enemy in front of the big man, and he brandished his horse chopping knife and rushed towards the main force of the enemy army.
Five hundred enemies were scattered by these Ming troops, and more than one hundred people were left to frantically flee towards the main formation.
"That's a god killing!"
General Haret saw this, and also heard the panicked cries of his subordinates.
But he couldn't retreat, as soon as he retreated at this time, he went back to Milgan and heard that he fled in the face of a thousand Ming troops, and he couldn't even save his family.
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"Kill!"
He could only shout, trying his best to boost the morale of his men.
But the ferocity of the Ming army made his subordinates a little timid.
Wang Yan had already detoured back to the left flank of the enemy army with more than 200 Ming troops, he glanced at the distance between the main force of the Black Thorns and the enemy, and shouted: "Prepare ......"
He led his men to slowly drive his horses, and his target was the flank of the enemy.
But this will take time, if he goes in early, he will be entangled by the enemy, and when the time comes, it will disrupt the intention of the main force to surprise the enemy.
Chen Deng, who was on the small hillside, was looking into the distance, and when he was sure that there were no enemy reinforcements around, he put down his binoculars, and then gently rode his horse down the hillside.
"Daming Wansheng!"
His sortie is the signal!
Wang Yan waved his knife and shouted: "Kill the enemy!"
” "Kill!"
The big man who was attacking the enemy's sharp edge also waved his sword and shouted.
"Kill!"
The two sides collided rapidly, and the big man passed between the two enemies, and he didn't need to swing his sword, but only held the saber with both hands.
Limbs and blood flew together.
In the first shot, Blackthorn was knocked out of more than a dozen people.
The dozen or so people were instantly submerged in the horse's hooves.
And the other side fell more, and none of them were spared in the first row.
Most of the collisions can't be avoided, but the fight behind is based on real skills.
Wang Yan on the flank also rushed headlong into the enemy.
His weapon was just a long knife, an ordinary long knife.
And he basically didn't use those domineering tricks, the long knife just lightly cut the curve in the air, brushed the opponent's body, and splashed a puddle of blood.
He easily unloaded a long knife from the left side of the attack, and then dragged it as he withdrew it, and his opponent's waist immediately opened a hole.
The two sides have entered a state of melee, and at this time, the emphasis is on discipline and the personal strength of the soldiers.
General Harlie sadly found that his subordinates were no match for this group of Ming troops, and almost no one could block the opponent's attack.
He looked closely and found that the attack methods of these Ming troops were skillful, like butchers walking on the battlefield.
This is a veteran!
And it's the most elite kind!
The Haret general saw that the long knife of a Ming army was blocked, and before another opponent came to attack, he abandoned the sword and flew over, and threw the Harel man in front of him off the horse.
The man was as dexterous as an ape, and he knew the timing more accurately than even the best shepherd.
On the other side, more than a dozen Ming soldiers were shooting cold arrows among their colleagues who were rushing to kill.
They are unfazed and are targeting the fiercest of the Harets.
There are more than a dozen such archers, no, they are archers!
What army can have so many sharpshooters?
General Haret only felt a chill in his chest, but he was carried forward and rushed forward.
He was also a fierce soldier back then, so he knew the role that leading the way could be played.
The long knife slashed down like lightning, and the Ming army on the opposite side had already discovered his armor and blocked it with all his might.
Clang!
Both knives were probably good, so they each left a gap.
But Blackthorn's counterattack was half a beat slower, allowing General Haret to attack continuously.
Just when General Haret swore that he could kill the enemy in front of him within two swords at most, a long knife from the side came in a sneak attack.
This is not the demeanor of a warrior, but the army has never been a place to pay attention to demeanor.
General Harlie sighed in his heart, then abandoned the Ming army in front of him, and swung his knife to split the long knife on the side.
The blackthorn he had let go blush, but without breathing, he swung his knife and slashed.
Under the attack of the two black thorns, General Haret only blocked three knives, and a piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder.
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He gave up his long knife with a scream, and rushed out from the side with his horse desperate.
The two blackthorns didn't expect that their opponents would abandon their knives and run away, but they didn't have time to catch up for a while.
"Defeated, defeated!"
Seeing the generals fleeing, the Haret people, who could not stop the impact of the Ming army, began to rout.
Wang Yan shouted: "Five miles of land!
” It's getting dark, and chasing five miles is the limit.
The Ming army pursued at the end of the ranks, and the fleeing Harets fell countless times.
The Harets, who knelt down and asked to surrender, were ignored, and the horses rushed over, piles of rotten flesh proving that they had existed.
Wang Yan did not pursue, he rode his horse to look at the fleeing enemy troops in the distance, and said to Chen Deng, who rushed over: "Clean up immediately, and wipe out all of them."
Then gather what we need and go!
” On the battlefield, many war horses that had lost their owners were neighing, and Chen Deng asked, "My lord, what about those horses?"
” Chen Deng shook his head and said, "We can't be too greedy, the team is too large, and the goal is big." ” Chen Deng nodded and instructed the rescued prisoners of war to deal with the matter.
Zhao Xing walked through the pile of corpses with difficulty, listening to a crying voice behind him thanking the gods and Buddhas.
"Kill them!"
A prisoner of war stood behind an undead enemy with a long knife in hand, he looked up at the remaining blood red in the sky, and shouted: "Great Ming Wansheng!"
” The long knife swung and the head fell to the ground.
The sunset on the horizon was halfway down, shining on the blood gushing out, the color was black and purple.