The despair of the entire plan, he had no way to survive.

Now, if you find an opportunity to fight out, you may not have to be an unsung hero. Although your future is still worrying, the soldiers behind you do not have to die.

Seeing the opportunity to live, Ma Fang adjusted his direction again. It seemed like the same as before, and it was another feint attack on the Altan tent. Then, he saw that the opportunity was wrong and he immediately evacuated.

When the horse team drew an arc, Ma Fang saw the Ming army behind him, and many people had a trace of vitality in their eyes.

These people all figured out the soldiers who had the sound of artillery just now, and they knew that there was a Ming army outside the camp to pick them up.

They didn't know the details of the plan and thought it had been planned long ago, so General Ma took them around Altan Khan's camp and destroyed them to the fullest, waiting for the main army to arrive.

Only Ma Fang knew that there was no such link in the plan.

The worst plan they designed was to attack the Ming army and wipe out the entire army. There were more than 2,000 left-behind guards in Bao'anzhou until the Datong army arrived at the battlefield.

"Boom boom boom"

Another dense sound of cannons came from a distance, and Ma Fang knew that only the only one who could shoot so quickly was the Fran machine cannon.

The moment the cannon sounded, he counted silently in his heart. Twenty-two sounds seemed to be the number of all the medium-sized Francannons of the Xuanfu Army in Baoanzhou.

They are still there.

The Tartars who came to reinforce were not sent by the Tartar barracks, but were attacked by the Ming army's offensive. Their camp had been broken by the Ming army, so they fled here.

Thinking of this, Ma Fang didn't dare to fight anymore, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Brothers, the main force of the Xuanfu Army has broken through the Tartar camp. Our mission has been completed, and everyone has it. Come out with me."

At this time, he no longer cared about it. He could give people a chance to survive by rushing out. He could no longer choose his own destiny for them.

In order to survive, the remaining Ming soldiers at this time knew in their hearts that the direction of the sound of cannons was their chance to survive.

As long as they rush over, they will have their lives.

Before this, most people had actually given up and thought that they could not leave here alive.

The hope of life is filled with their bodies, and the lost strength is refilled.

It’s not that no one has ever thought about why they came here and why they had such an experience, but for the soldier, nothing is important, as long as they are still alive.

"shoot"

A team officer shouted loudly in the queue and directed the soldiers behind him.

Several sporadic feathers flew out and plunged into the intercepted Tartars. They had consumed almost all their weapons in the previous fierce battle. There were not many people in the nearly 1,000 horse teams who could still shoot their bows.

The Tartars on the opposite side naturally would not be foolishly waiting for them to shoot, but cut into their path of progress in a diagonal manner, and at the same time shoot clusters of arrows at the huge Ming army.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Under the attack of arrow rain, many Ming soldiers were shot and dismounted.

In fact, the Ming army who have lived to this day are veterans who have experienced many battles and are skilled in bows and horses. However, after a long battle, they exhausted most of their physical strength and were no longer afraid to make such an action as hiding in the stirrup to avoid the Tartars' bows and arrows.

They were afraid that they would not have the strength to turn over the horse, or simply fell down.

"Run over and we won."

Ma Fang was ahead of him, but he was always paying attention to the situation in his queue. When he saw many people falling off his horse, he felt a little distressed.

What a great warrior.

They fought for the Ming Empire until now, and they saw that there was a way out ahead, but they were unable to rush over alive.

Ma Fang was glaring at this time, holding the reins in the left hand, and waving the sharp sabre in his right hand, slashing the Tartars rushing up to the side with his right hand.

Just as he raised his sword, several more rifles stabbed out from behind him and pierced into the bodies of the other two Tartars.

The Ming army and the Tartars were like two straight lines crossing each other, fierce battles broke out at the intersection, and people kept falling off.

More arrows flew into the Ming army's queue, but no one hid.

At this time, they would rather bear an arrow, as long as they seize the reins, they still have a chance to rush out.
Chapter completed!