"Order the entire army to accelerate"

A sinister old voice came from the carriage. General Feshan, who was waiting for orders outside the carriage, trembling slightly. He raised his head in surprise, feeling the cold air had a solidified feeling, and almost thought he had hallucinations. His Majesty said that the whole army accelerated? Isn't that equivalent to giving up the rear troops that he encountered later?

Privately, he thought it was a hasty statement that the suede was unclear, which made His Majesty have made a wrong judgment. Simmons Parker reorganized the content in his mind, knelt on one knee on the ground, and said in a narrow voice, "Your Majesty, although the rear army encountered it, the news sent back showed that the Falcon Emperor did not have many troops to break in, and only 20,000 people were killed, but the speed was too fast, so the rear army caught off guard. If a part of the military force could be mobilized to fight back, even if these Falcon Emperors might not be able to wipe out all the Falcon Emperors, it would definitely be able to block the situation of the emperor following and chasing them all the way. Otherwise, tens of thousands of soldiers of the rear army would face the result of being defeated!"

"If this is the case, I will leave this matter to your Fifth Army! Be sure to annihilate the pursuing emperor." King Feishan appeared at the door of the carriage with a serious face. The thick cloak covered with his body made him look thinner, and his haggard eyes were complicated and difficult to see.

"Yes, let's go!" Simmons Parker stood up with an excited look on his face. It seemed that he had heard it wrongly just now. How could the respected King give up the order to give up the army? Thinking of this, Simmons Parker felt ashamed of his doubts, put his hand on his chest and saluted King Feishan, turned around and ran to his team.

"Everyone has it, turn and drive in!"

Simmons Parker shouted loudly that his Fifth Army was arranged in the forefront of the army, and there was still more than ten miles from here to the rear army. I hope I could catch up! Simmons Parker prayed in his heart, felt the high hopes given by His Majesty the King behind him, and tightly squeezed the reins of the war horse in his hand. The Fifth Army of 30,000 began to turn, the front team turned into the back team, and ran to the back with heavy steps.

"Prepare the horse!" Looking at Simmons Parker who was leading his army backwards, King Feshan tied his cloak tightly and did not order the troops to respond, but asked the guards to bring his war horses.

"The wind and snow are everywhere outside! Your Majesty's body..." said the attendant with a firm look on his face.

"I have no problem! I didn't do anything for a night last night!" King Feishan waved his hand and refused the dissuasion of the servant. He climbed up the war horse with the help of the guard with tears in his eyes. His eyes were filled with tears, and his hands brushed the horse's hair like Qishui, the heroic war horse under his crotch. A scene of a huge army just now appeared in his mind. The wind was nothing, but a person died only when he died! So many good men of Feishan died half of them overnight. He was really a sinner! King Feishan held back the tears that were rolling in his eyes. He just agreed to Simmons Parker's request because he couldn't bear to hit the heart of this subordinate. As one of the two players who had decided on the victory or defeat of this game, he knew very well that the rear army was finished at the moment when he contacted the Falcon Emperor. It was unwise to invest more troops at this time.

Simmons Parker was able to wake up from the middle of the rescue. It would be great if so many defeated troops could not be defeated. What else can you talk about turning back and facing the battle? King Feishan could only comfort himself so much.

The emperor had only 20,000 vanguards, not because the emperor had no troops, but because the 20,000 people were the best assault troops that could fully develop under the long ravines like Bavarid. No matter how many, it was a burden. The width of the ravines was so large, winding for dozens of miles like the terrain. It was not the kind of plain that could rush over more than 100,000 troops all the way. The Falcon Emperor, a generation of military god, knew that the most important thing in chasing war was to bite the target, and the allocation of troops was also to the level of perfection.

If the pursuit party is replaced by oneself, he will use 20,000 troops as the vanguard, bite the enemy tightly, and then continue to use subsequent troops to advance the battle with waves, turning the long ravines of dozens of miles into the most terrible slaughter site, killing the enemy all in pieces, and tearing the sharp claws up, and the flesh-and-blooded teeth are not far away.

The whole army fought bloody night, and there was no time to rest. Half of them died in the battle of 300,000 yuan. The morale was extremely low. They ran for more than twenty miles in one breath. It was not true that they were extremely tired. At this moment, let alone turn around and fight. Even if the armor and weapons on their bodies were still intact, how could they turn around and fight? If these Feishan soldiers were the spears that could be cut off from the mountain, then now the spears were blunt, and the hand holding the spears was powerless. They put in military force to fight. In the end, they were either defeated or swallowed up by the Emperor Cluster that was hidden in the subsequent way.

Once the falcon emperor bit his leg, he would never let go. King Feishan sighed deeply, commanding the army to fight fiercely in the cold night through the wind and snow. What's more, in such a cruel environment in Bavarid, even the strong and vigorous young people may not be able to withstand it, let alone the sixty-year-olds who have been working hard for months and have almost forced out their full potential.

"Tie me and the war horse together! No matter what the situation is, go forward all the way, and you must not stop." King Feishan issued this cold order, with no expression on his face with high cheekbones, as if he was not talking about himself. He asked the guard to tie him to the horse's back, so that no matter how bumpy or tired he was, even if he died halfway through, he would never fall off the horse.

King Feishan closed his eyes and was able to persevere until now, which was the limit of his physical strength and willpower. At this time, he could only lie on the war horse with no strength anymore. Such a long gully, coupled with the obstacles of the collapse of the rear army, the emperor's pursuit pace could not be fast. At this time, what is needed is not counterattack, but to give up everything and escape as fast as possible. Only by arriving at the Xiaoshi Fortress can the pursuit pace of the imperial team stop and there is a possibility of cleaning up this mess. However, such orders cannot be issued to the entire army, otherwise the entire army will collapse. He heard the command of the guard cavalry to accelerate forward in his ears. His body shook, the cold wind was biting, and the sound of the horse's hooves made the old man feel a sense of trance. His greatest hope now is that he can see the Xiaoshi Fort when he opens his eyes!

Due to the limitation of the width of the gully, the emperor broke through more than a dozen Feshan troops in succession. The attack momentum began to slow down. The 6th Army of Feshan, who suffered heavy losses, had collapsed. The commander of the Legion Killenthal was killed in battle. The subsequent forces could not maintain their front. The defeated army poured into the center line. Only when the forces on the center line gathered together was considered stable. The infantry began to try to swing the spears fiercely, trying to block the ski carriage that was coming, "Everyone followed up." A brave young Feshan officer waving his sword and pounced on him.

A ski carriage, before his body approached, was shot into a blood gourd by the javelin and crossbow arrows projected from the ski carriage. The courage that the soldiers behind him had just plucked up suddenly collapsed, and they were so tired. At the cost of nearly half of the casualties, there were not many warriors who were ready to die. The generals had very firm will, but the troops were perfunctory to carry out the execution. The bravest and most determined soldiers died almost the same in the previous battles, and those who are still alive now have lost the courage to fight to the death.

At twelve o'clock, the Franciscan army of more than 60,000 people collapsed three quarters. Simmons Parker's Fifth Army arrived at the battlefield. Simmons Parker looked at the collapsed army who were dismantling his armor and crying. He cut over more than a dozen Franciscan middle-level officers in succession to stabilize the situation. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a cavalry rushed towards this side at a speed of not afraid of running to death. Seeing the Fifth Army flag of Simmons Parker in front, the cavalry rolled down the saddle and took off his head plate. Simmons Parker recognized him as the reconnaissance captain he sent. He was covered in dust and panic, and ran towards this side with a bumpy face. His embarrassing appearance made Simmons Parker's guard cavalry burst into laughter. The cavalry seemed to have not heard it, and his throat was so shrill that it was not like a human voice that it was tore through the air, "The enemy is here! The black tide is here!"

"Black Tide?"

Simmons Parker's face turned blue. He faintly felt the ground trembling under his feet. The other Feshan soldiers also felt something was wrong. The defeated army that had just been closed was even more turbulent. A bright flash of spear appeared at the entrance of the corpses everywhere in the distance. The black dots gathered into a line and pushed them densely.

At 1:00 p.m., the grassland cavalry appeared on the battlefield. Although the speed was slower on the ice field, the speed of the cavalry was still enough to defeat the infantry marching. Princess Rui Tangtingna of the eldest son of the Dongting was not slow. She ran for hundreds of miles overnight, and her cavalry under her command were all desperate. The iron hooves of the war horses were covered with thick cloth at all costs. Although the grassland can now exchange cattle and sheep for winter cotton cloth, for the grassland people, it is something for people to wear. Now it needs to be used immediately, so how can it not be heartbreaking? However, under the condition that the eldest princess promised each person to compensate for ten cotton cloth after the war, the straightforward Dongting soldiers surrendered, and ten cotton cloth, even a family of ten can be one by one.

Because of this measure, Rui Tangtingna's Eastern Cavalry arrived at the preset battlefield faster than Duoweiyan's Western Cavalry.

One thousand meters away from the battlefield, the Dongting cavalry began to stop and the strict battle lineup scattered to both sides.

The thirty-one light cavalry teams that unfolded the formation in front are the elite of the Dongting Archers, most of them are the most powerful and experienced veterans. They look very strict and their bodies sway rhythmically as the war horses advance. There are clusters of arrows hanging on both sides of the war horses.

Following the light cavalry, there were Dongting cavalry that could not be seen at first sight, and the rear team was still moving forward continuously.

Seeing countless war horses squirting white air in the cold wind, Fei Shan's soldiers' hearts were sinking violently, and their faces were full of fear.

The opponent's cavalry, which was like a sea-like formation, made people feel weak involuntarily, and ice and snow rose up in the sky in front of them, as if a storm was set off on the plain. The pressure brought by the rushing grassland cavalry legion made the Feishan people feel that they were about to collapse!

Rui Tangtingna had a pretty face and arrogant. Seeing that the attack was stopped in front of her, the imperial team that had already made way out of the impact, raised her own red moon sword on the grassland, and a red cloak flew gently behind her, just like a meteor tail that quickly passed through the sky. The loud command sounded throughout the army. "The Khan's orders, no one left in this battle!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!