Chapter 753: Head-on-head, point-to-head! (Part 1)

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【Today's second update is delivered!】

"Sir, the Mongolians have withdrew."

Wang Shide held up the Qianli Mile Mile Mile and said with a little excitement.

"They are not together with the Tartars!"

Zhang Zhun said calmly.

If Arislan desperately came up to attack, the Huben cavalry would be a bit troublesome, because the Huben cavalry had no experience in hand-to-hand combat. The Huben cavalry used to be afraid of large-scale field battles, but now they are afraid of hand-to-hand combat. The Huben cavalry was not even equipped with sabers. In fact, even if equipped, it would not be of much use. Because all the time is spent training riding and shooting, the sabers are not ranked at all.

However, Zhang Zhun also calculated that Arislan would not fight with the Hu Ben Army. Before, Arislan dared to disobey Huang Taiji and Yang and did not work hard. At this time, how could he fight to the death against the Tartars? If both sides fought with each other, even if the battle loss ratio was one to one, or even one to two, one to three, Arislan could not afford it.

The population of the Han people is almost endless. The Hu Ben Army has a source of troops, only war horses, and money and food. In half a year, it is completely fine to allow a newbie to follow the large army to shoot on the horse's back. The current fighting style of the Hu Ben Army cavalry does not require very high cavalry. Even if the five thousand Hu Ben Army cavalry are completely lost, Zhang Zhun can make up for it in half a year or a year.

On the contrary, nomadic peoples are not good. The nomadic peoples have basically been trained since childhood. It is not impossible, but it is difficult to train combat-reading skills in three to five years. If Arislan loses 5,000 people, it will take at least five years, or even ten years to make up for the losses. How many people can the Tumot tribe have? It will definitely not be more than the population of the Tartars. In five years, it is too difficult to add 5,000 strong men.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots continued.

The white smoke produced by musket shooting enveloped the entire battlefield. Since there was no wind, the white smoke had not been blown away. It slowly spread out at the place where the two armies were fighting, and finally covered the Taurus cavalry on the attacking side generously. Standing behind and looking far away, you could only see the rich white fog and no one could see.

In some places, the white smoke is very rich, and the visibility may be only about five meters at most. The soldiers in the white smoke rely entirely on their own feelings, and the sound of horse hooves coming from the front was fired. The same is true for the impact of the Tartar cavalry, and they also rushed towards the place where the sound came.

Zhang Zhun held up the Thousand Mile Mile Mile Mile, moved left and right, swinging up and down, and could not see the situation ahead carefully. But it didn't matter, everything was in his control. As long as Arislan did not come up to fight with him, the Hu Ben Army would be sure of these five Niulus of the Tartars. I believe that at this time, the Tartars must have hated the Mongols' appearance and separation.

"Damn Mongolian!"

"Damn Arislan!"

Indeed, Guolian was cursing Arislan fiercely.

The Mongols' rescue operation was so slow that after arriving on the battlefield, they were reluctant to join the battle. After finally joining the battle, they collided with the Hu Ben Army and retreated quickly. The idiots knew what was going on. Arislan was just trying to watch the warriors of the Great Jin Army. They were killed by the warriors!

But at this time, Guo Lian didn't want to send people to negotiate with Arislan. Since Arislan had such a decision, no one except Huang Taiji would affect him. Moreover, such actions also meant that the Mongol Tumot tribe would leave the arms of the Great Jin Kingdom and want to escape from Huang Taiji's control. He would turn against each other and become enemies. What's the point of continuing to negotiate?

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Guo Lian kept encouraging his men and fought bravely with the Hu Ben cavalry.

However, Guolian's subordinates had only five Niulu, who were dissatisfied with the staff. Where were the opponents of the tide-like Hu Ben Army? The Hu Ben Army cavalry kept shooting, and the cavalry of the Great Jin Army kept falling to the ground. The fields between the two armies were already covered with blood, with dead people and war horses everywhere. As time went by, Guolian's subordinates had less than 300 people. The rest of the Great Jin Army cavalry all fell underground.

"You guys, go see the Khan immediately and report everything that happened here!"

At the last moment, Guolian selected fifty warriors to give the final report to Huang Taiji.

Why do we need so many fifty people? It is mainly to preserve the bloodline of the five Niulus in the Yellow Flag. Each Niulu has saved ten strong men, which can be regarded as barely maintaining the existence of this Niulu and will not be easily cancelled. If you have the chance in the future, you can continue to expand the Niulu on the basis of these ten strong men.

At the same time, in order to prevent Arislan from being harmed by behind his back, he sent people to kill all the whistle drivers who delivered the letter, so that Huang Taiji had no way to know what happened here. Guo Lian certainly could not tolerate Arislan's open betrayal. He did not have the ability to pursue Arislan, and he believed that Huang Taiji had it. The Great Jin army would not swallow this breath easily.

"Your mission is to meet the Khan alive and report everything that happened here!"

Guolian looked solemn and said with a serious reminder.

He asked his subordinates to keep this in mind no matter what they encounter on the road. Whether they meet the Mongols, the Ming army, or the Huben army, they should not fight with each other. Their only purpose is to meet Huang Taiji alive.

"Da da da da!"

The sound of horse hooves of fifty warriors gradually faded away.

"Arislan!"

"I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

Guolian put down his worries, then raised his knife and made a sad and angry scream.

He was Huang Taiji's confidant, Haoge's confidant, Jiala Zhangjing of the Yellow Banner, and it was impossible to retreat. The Jin army under his command were all elites of the Yellow Banner, and they could not retreat. Since he had no choice but to retreat, he could only fight the Hu Ben Army. Their goal was to kill as many Hu Ben Army as possible before returning to the embrace of Changshengtian.

At this moment, Guo Lian could feel his blood boiling all over his body, he could feel his chest as if he was about to explode, and he could feel his hands holding the scimitar trembling slightly. Due to excessive force of his fingers, Guo Lian's knuckles began to turn white. His lips also bit out blood without realizing it. As if he felt the breath of his master, the black mount under his crotch was also constantly making a low hiss.

"Run!"

Guolian let out a tragic roar.

Then, he grabbed the horse's belly and accelerated the war horse, then rushed towards the Hu Ben Army. At this moment, he couldn't even feel the sound of gunfire. He felt his cheeks were completely stiff and there was no feeling. He could not feel the wind that he would normally feel when charging. He could not even see the clear appearance of the Hu Ben Army's cavalry. Because the white smoke on the battlefield enveloped both sides. Both sides only knew the approximate position of the other party, and then launched an attack on the other party, or shot.

Guolian's black mount was very fast. Soon, he rushed to a place less than 100 meters away from the Huben Army. At this time, through the hazy white smoke, Guolian finally saw clearly the appearance of the Huben Army cavalry. Compared with the warriors of the Great Jin Army, all the Huben Army cavalry seemed very thin. They could not see even the thinnest armor on their bodies. If such cavalry were approached by the Great Jin Army cavalry, one of them could kill more than a dozen of them.

Guo Lian estimated that with his own skills, he had no problem killing dozens of such opponents. Thinking of this, Guo Lian subconsciously clasped his waist knife. This waist knife was built by him personally and was very suitable for his use characteristics. With this scimitar, he had killed at least one hundred Ming troops and cut off at least two hundred heads of ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty.

He even used this waist knife to cut off many Ming women's rooms. He liked to use Ming women's rooms to test the knife. He swung his knife gently, and the room and clothes were cut off, but no blood was seen seeping out of the cut wound. Even the woman who was cut off the room could not feel pain for the time being. He believed that this was the real sharp knife.

Guo Lian had enough reason to believe that as long as he broke into the team of the Hu Ben cavalry and waved his knife, he could cut off a Hu Ben cavalry's laziness. Then he could cut open the chest of a Hu Ben cavalry from bottom to top. Then waved it horizontally, a person's head could fly easily. Guo Lian had long been familiar with such murderous actions.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Guolian felt that his body was hit hard by something. Before he could react, similar things were hitting him continuously. He could not accurately feel where he was hit. In an instant, Guolian felt that his whole body was instantly exhausted. He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier. Then, he felt that he was slanted and slowly fell down from the horse's back.

"Am I going to die?"

When he fell down, Guolian felt that his consciousness was still very clear. He could feel that his vision had been reversed. He could not see the ground or the Tiger Army. All he could see was the black horse belly and the blue sky. Guolian felt like he had never seen such a blue sky before.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Guolian felt that he had hit something heavily, and then completely lost consciousness. The scimitar in his hand also dropped out at this time, rolled on the ground a few times, and then disappeared. As for Guolian's black mount, he galloped forward with huge inertia, as if he couldn't feel it at all. His master was no longer on the horse's back.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a Tartar cavalry fell to the ground screaming. He kept rolling on the ground and was thrown thirty or forty meters away. When he wanted to stand up, he found a sharp scimitar inserted in his chest. He vaguely recognized that it seemed to be Guolian's sabre. Before he could figure out why Guolian's sabre could hit his chest, he fell to the ground and died.

"Da da da da!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of gunshots and horse hooves were mixed together. The white smoke of the muskets and the dust of the horse hooves were connected to each other, making the battlefield very chaotic and the visibility was very low. Except for the few people around Guolian, the others did not notice that their Jiala Zhangjing had been killed by the Hu Ben Army. Of course, no one on the Hu Ben Army noticed that Guolian had been beaten to death.

In the eyes of the Hu Ben Army, this remaining Tartars were particularly crazy and fierce. They had completely lost their minds and rushed forward without fear of death. Their war horses were also very fast. Even the most wise archers could not kill them all before they could kill them.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, the Tartars, who had only more than a hundred, even made amazing roars.

"Brutal Tartars!"

Wang Shide said in a low sigh.

Although I hate these Tartars and wish I could all crush them all, from the perspective of combat, you have to admit that the cruelty of the Tartars is indeed very rare. If the Hu Ben Army did not use the advantages of firearms, but fought against the Tartars, the casualties of the Hu Ben Army would definitely be very large.

Every remaining Tartar rushed forward desperately, trying to rush into the Hu Ben Army's queue. The Hu Ben Army cavalry shot like crazy and wanted to intercept them. Then, the white smoke on the battlefield hindered their shooting, and some of the Tartar cavalry successfully crossed the *** line. In the end, about thirty or forty Tartars broke into the Hu Ben Army's queue.

"Crazy!"

"Crazy!"

"Crazy!"

In an instant, it was as if the dam was washed open by a crazy flood, and it seemed that a red soldering iron was blocking the butter. The impact was completely boiling. Various sounds were completely mixed together and filled everyone's ears. The entire battlefield entered a hot state in an instant.

The Tartars who entered the Hu Ben Army crazily waved various weapons and killed everyone around them. The minds of these Tartars were the same, that was, one was enough to make money, and two made one. Therefore, their actions were extremely crazy, and no matter what weapons they used, they would greet the Hu Ben Army fiercely.

The Hu Ben cavalry, caught off guard, was immediately defeated by a series of horses. Some soldiers who were hitting the front died on the spot, and the horses were basically killed and fell. The Hu Ben cavalry next to him hurriedly raised their muskets to fight back. However, the distance was too close. Even if they hit the Tartars, the strong inertia of the Tartars would continue to knock them off the horses.
Chapter completed!