Thousands of troops and horses launched the front of their troops together, and their momentum was so amazing that it was naturally not to be described. Even Temuer was shocked. He widened his eyes and looked ahead. His palms, holding the knife handle, were covered in sweat. If the information of the mechanisms arranged by the Ming people did not work, today would be miserable.

In contrast, Haoge in the back formation had to be more calm, or this guy had nothing at all, so he didn't care about losing anything. At this moment, he was full of profit. Seeing that the small tribe coalition of the rear army was a little unstable and loose, he drove his horses to run back and forth in front of the formation, roaring loudly.

"Yesterday, I divided my treasures, took food, and played with women. They were all full of energy. Are they all woven now? I was a man, so I stood up for me. Seeing that, the Wanyan tribe did not leave any way for anyone to live. You still want to eat, drink, and play with women alive. Then I will sacrifice my life to fight them, win, continue to be happy, die, and I don't know anything. I don't know anything else, but I know that I am afraid of death faster at this time."

Everyone was captured by his momentum, but their military appearance was shocked.

Haoge waved his mace and shouted: "If you fight today, you will be a new world. If that bastard dares to mess with our military appearance, I will be him first."

Dozens of military horses in the headquarters behind him were all carrying maces, and yelled in unison: "Fight, fight!"

Ren Hao, who was always paying attention to the rear army, saw the originally chaotic rear formation and was completely settled. Everyone showed a resolute expression of fighting to the death, and they valued Haoge more.

Or this guy is a good person, but sometimes, in front of the army, such a person really needs to stabilize the morale of the army.

When Ren Hao turned around again, a shocking explosion sounded two hundred steps ahead.

The entire Wanyan tribe's army group charged forward, and their equestrian skills were really excellent. Such a dense cavalry attack lineup was very close to each other, but there was no collision. However, even the elite cavalry, the more dense the formation they formed, the more tragic the outcome would be.

The violent explosion continued to sound. Under the huge shock wave, the charge of Wanyan tribe fell in pieces. Many cavalry and horses were blown into the air, and their bodies were torn to pieces by the shock wave. Countless blood and pieces of flesh fell like raindrops, soaking the later generations.

The originally huge charge was torn apart and turned into pieces.

However, once the huge charge lineup starts, it is impossible to stop. Ren Hao sinisterly buried the mines about two hundred steps away from the camp. At this time, the cavalry charge of the Wanyan tribe had basically mentioned the highest speed. He fell down in front and flew up, but still rushed over like a sea of ​​rushing behind.

There are not only landmines on the ground. In places where mines are not buried, extremely thin wire ropes are covered with a footprint Yu Dong'an and a suit. There are two or three meters of steel wires connected between two small iron rods. They are buried everywhere in irregularities and are buried everywhere. Many people who have not been killed by landmines, when the horse's hooves touch these wires, they fell down without exception.

These wires are not just about tripping people, they cut off the horse's hooves directly.

Some people fell down and people were charging. The Wanyan tribe's massive charge lineup forced people to use people to flow out a bloody path on the death channel.

I don't know if it's luck or the favor of God, Wanyan rushed to the front, but he was extremely magical to avoid the mines on the ground and the insidious wire tripping ropes. He rushed to the Temuer camp not far away. However, his image was a little embarrassed at this time, and his helmet went somewhere. Half of his shoulder armor was not flying, his body was covered with blood, and some bright red stripes of flesh hanging from some unknown place.

With white hair and white beard dancing in the wind, he held up a big knife and rushed forward with a scream. There were only a few people following him.

One hundred steps, eighty steps, fifty steps, just when the gunmen behind the fence felt that they were about to be pushed up by the trembling ground, the command to open fire finally sounded behind them.

The five hundred gunmen in the forefront sounded the trigger without hesitation.

The crisp gunshot sounded immediately.

The soldiers of the Wanyan tribe who were charging were hit on their chests as if they were sledgehammers, and the armor could not stop the impact of the tiny warheads at all.

Gunshots kept ringing, cavalry kept falling off their horses, five bullets were shot, and five hundred people quickly moved forward in the second round, filling the first batch of positions.

The camp of Temuer is set up to prevent cavalry from charging. Before the two or three meters wide trench, there is a chest wall of about one meter high, making it impossible for the best war horses to jump past. In the face of this obstacle, they must slow down, otherwise they either fall into the ditch or jump up or hit the wall. This small arrangement makes the cavalry of the Wanyan tribe a target for the gunmen.

Of course, this arrangement was also done by Ren Hao. As the Ming army, mainly infantry, had explored many solutions to prevent large-scale cavalry charges. This small method was just a small test.

In the battle of the Jurchens in the wasteland, they almost always face gongs and gongs. The drums and drums are hard-working. Whoever has a big fist will win. It’s amazing to have a trick of sneak attacking in the dark night, but a large number of cavalry attacks are still far away. The sound of horse hooves has already alarmed the enemy. There are no endless ways of fighting like the Ming people.

The Wanyan tribe had not yet touched the edge of the Temur camp, to be precise, before seeing a Temur soldier had already suffered heavy losses.

Timuer smiled happily. Under such rounds of attacks, the Wanyan tribe lost at least a thousand cavalry, which was definitely an astonishing loss for the Wanyan tribe, which was less than 20,000 people.

The charge continued, the gunshots were still ringing, and the Wanyan tribe continued to bleed.

It has to be said that the soldiers of the Wanyan tribe are brave and fearless of death. Even though the battles they face are completely inconsistent with their experience, they are still charging one after another. The dead in front of them use their blood and lives to flow out a bloody path.

The loose, sparse formations once again became dense, the trench was filled, the earthen wall was pushed down, and the fence was right in front of you. Go forward, and then go forward is victory.

It was at this moment that the mortar in the Temur camp started to fire.

The Wanyan tribe, which had just recovered its formation, suffered another catastrophe. For artillery soldiers, the most favorite thing is the charge of such a dense team. After one shot, a large number of them exploded.

The magical white-bearded old man Wanyan pounced the tiger and rushed over the trench and the low wall. He hit the fence with his people and horses. The fences were broken into pieces. The gunman behind screamed and hurriedly avoided everywhere. Wanyan pounced the tiger's war horse roared and fell to the place of the fence. He rolled on the ground. Wanyan pounced the tiger holding a knife and charged alone.

Timur was furious and immediately turned to him. "Leave this old man to me."

The soldiers of the Xinuzhi tribe who were about to step forward to intercept each other gave in a swish. Timuer broke out and rushed straight towards Wanyan.

"Temuer!" Wanyan pounced the tiger and rushed towards the rushing horse.

"Old man, go to death!" Timuer smiled and pulled his horse, raised his gun, leaned over, and with just one blow, the iron spear easily penetrated Wanyan's body. Wanyan's screaming screamed was pushed back in the air by huge force. At the last moment of his life, he threw the knife in his hand towards Timuer. Before the wind sounded, this desperate blow actually knocked Timuer's helmet to the ground.

The disheveled Tamur roared and pulled the iron spear upwards, lifting Wanyan's old body high in the air. Wanyan's phukou, who was hanging softly on the head of his spear, had already died so much that he could no longer die.

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!" Timuer held up an iron spear and the corpse of Wanyan's tiger above the iron pine, ran to the fence and roared wildly.

The charge of the Wanyan tribe suddenly became stagnant.

At this moment, a slight pause represents the disappearance of countless lives.

Ren Chen Zongma came to Temuer's side and said with a smile: "Chief, it's time to fight back."

With a shaking iron spear, he dropped Wanyan's body from the tiger. Timuer held up the bloody iron spear and shouted loudly: "My sons, I will make achievements, and I will fight with me today!"

The thick fence was overturned, and Temuer rushed out of the camp like a whirlwind with his thousand cavalry.

Behind him, the excited Haoge howl shouted and followed: "Sons, go forward, go forward, kill all the Wanyan tribe."

The three thousand small tribe coalition forces, who were already shocked by this tragic battlefield and a brand new combat mode, were finally awakened. The scene in front of them clearly told them a fact that the Wanyan tribe is over, and a new ruler will appear in the wasteland, but they are the first people to follow this new ruler. If they don’t show up at this moment, when will they wait?

Glory and wealth are right in front of you. The small tribes of the past may not become the big tribes of the future.

Three thousand cavalry followed Haoge and rolled out of the camp.

At this time, on the left wing of the Wanyan tribe, the two thousand cavalry sent out by Temuer in advance were also sweeping over like a storm.

The Wanyan tribe was in chaos.

In the distance, Jierhalang rode on a horse like a wooden sculpture. The huge roar in the distance made his war horse a little uneasy. In fact, it was not only him, but his subordinates.

A brand new war mode, a fighting method they never thought of, what are those weapons? Is it the wrath of the gods?

"Chief, what should we do now?" the elder beside him asked in a daze.

"What should I do?" Jierharang repeated subconsciously, but suddenly glared at his eyes, "What else can I do? Of course, I will send troops, and immediately send troops to help the leader of Timuer defeat the Wanyan tribe."
Chapter completed!