Seeing Hu cavalry coming back, Liao Jianhui knew that the critical moment had come. The Hu cavalry coming towards him was no less than Qianqi, and Dazheng had not fought many battles with Qianqi and above in Beimo. If he could defeat the coalition forces of Ashi's army and Hun's branch, it would be a great military achievement. Maybe it would be impossible for the emperor to reward Wanhuhou if he was happy.

In the confrontation between the Hu cavalry and the Zheng cavalry, the Zheng army almost never won the same number of battles. At this moment, the light cavalry beside Liao Jianhui was close to 2,000, while the number of Hu cavalry was more than 1,000, so the advantage was not great.

However, there was no time for the five years since Liao Jianhui went from the Left Wu Guard to the Anbei Protectorate. The Anbei Protectorate held special training for the Beimo cavalry every year to make up for the shortcomings in cavalry with formations. All the light cavalry brought by Liao Jianhui underwent this special training.

The spear raised high to replace the military order, and the messenger shouted loudly: "Change the formation."

With Liao Jianhui as the cone tip, the two thousand light cavalry quickly turned into a sharp cone tip and pierced hard towards the scattered Hu cavalry.

The spear in his hand swept across, and the Hu Qi on the opposite side let out a muffled groan, which was swept off the horse by Liao Jianhui. Then countless horses behind him stepped past him and stepped on him into meat paste.

Liao Jianhui looked straight ahead, and the spear pointed at the point, Hu Qi was either avoiding or giving in, and was unstoppable. The light cavalry behind him followed closely, like tearing cloth, splitting Hu Qi more and more and more, tearing it into two pieces.

When Ashizhimo found out that something was wrong, his troops always pointed two to three spears at the enemy, and injured one of the enemies. Zheng Jun quickly emerged from the team, and the entire pointed cone shape was not damaged.

The outer layer of the cone-shaped team was constantly changing. The tired Zheng Jun retreated into the formation, and the new Zheng Jun replaced him again, maintaining the strongest combat power of the outer layer of the awl.

The most hateful thing is that Zheng Jun bent his bow and shot arrows inside the awl, constantly shooting at the approaching members. The Hu cavalry fled forward, occasionally shooting one or two arrows back, which could not form an offensive and was prevented by Zheng Jun with a shield.

The damage to the war is much higher than expected. If this continues, two or three hundred people will die if one charge arrives. In less than three times, the Ashi tribe will no longer exist.

Ashizhimo tried desperately and shouted, "Follow me." He rushed towards the cone with hundreds of cavalry. As long as he could break through the cone shape, the advantage of Zheng Jun would no longer exist.

Hu Qi smashed Zheng Jun like a heavy hammer, and a piece of it collapsed into the outside of the cone.

Liao Jianhui had retreated into the cone at this time and followed the team to rest for a while. When he heard a mess on the left back, he turned around and saw Hu Qi rushing towards the cone's waist.

"Transfer, shrink, shoot on the side of the strong bow." Liao Jianhui also bent his bow in his hand, and shot the beaded arrows at Ashima.

The rain of arrows flew over, and Ashizhimo had to stop the horse and avoid it. The momentum of the attack was strangled by the Zheng army, and at this moment, the Zheng army had already become an attacking place to separate the Hu cavalry.

"One split into two, and the left and right are rushing."

With Liao Jianhui's order, Zheng Jun split into two, protruded from his waist, turned into two awls on the left and right, and rushed towards the scattered Hu Qi again.

Liao Jianhui rode his horse and quickly moved the tip of the cone on the left. Ashizhimo and his men fought and retreated, looking for fighter planes.

The Hu cavalry was fast, flexible and versatile. The Hu cavalry, who was retreating in the cone formation, did not achieve much success in chasing. Instead, the strong bows were repeatedly exerted, and many Hu cavalry fell from the horse by arrows.

Liao Jianhui was secretly anxious. Zheng Jun’s horses were originally inferior to Hu Qi. After a long time, their endurance and speed could not keep up. Needless to say, it was difficult to defeat the enemy, and it was difficult to protect themselves. His eyes fell on Ashi Zhimo, not far away in front of him. From his clothes, he could see that this person should be the leader of Ashi's tribe. Only by entangling this person can Hu Qi not be like a rabbit.

The spear gently twitched on Yinfeng's buttocks. The BMW knew the owner's intentions. He kicked out his four hooves, like the wind and arrows, getting closer and closer to Ashizhimo.

The horses Ashizhimo rode were also one in a thousand, but the advantage was that they were long-term and the short-term charge was not as good as Liao Jianhui's silver wind.

Liao Jianhui chased Ashizhimo, and stabbed his back without hesitation. Ashizhimo avoided him sideways, and his horse ran diagonally to the left.

After finally catching up, Liao Jianhui would certainly not let Ashizhima go. He raised his spear and stabbed Ashizhima's horse's buttocks. Ashizhima had to twist his body and chop the spear with a scimitar in his hand.

The swords and spears collided with each other and made a harsh sound. Liao Jianhui took this opportunity to catch up and almost revolt with Ashizhi.

Liao Jianhui's spear stumbled towards Ashizhimu. The spear was longer and the scimitar was shorter. The two horses were more than three feet apart. Invisibly, Ashizhimu suffered a great loss and could only passively defend. One of them was not careful. The wolf-skin hat on his head was torn off by the spear and his hair was dispersed.

Ashizhimo was scared and sweated coldly, and hurriedly shouted: "Morji, Moji."

Moji was not far ahead and heard his uncle calling him, turning his horse's head back to save the person. But Moji had just been shot in an arrow on his shoulder, and his shoulder was painful when he used force, and his strength was reduced. After a few hard knocks with Liao Jianhui, the scimitar in his hand was almost lifted away by a spear, and Moji had to pluck the horse and escape to the other side.

Merji was the number one warrior of the Ashi tribe. His defeat and escape seriously affected morale. Hu cavalrymen changed from pretending to real escape. Seeing that the tribes were scattered into chaos and sand, Ashizhimo knew that things could not be done, so he had to urge his throne to rush his throne and fled north.

When Hu Qi was defeated, Liao Jianhui was overjoyed. There were only a few such victories in the battle between Dazheng and Beimo, which meant eight words: promotion and wealth, and gain both fame and fortune.

Liao Jianhui suddenly felt like he was knocked down by happiness. After calming down his mood, Liao Jianhui slowed down his horse and sent a command: "Chasing for ten miles and then turning back."

This place is more than ten miles away from Huangsha Pass, and the pursuit of another ten miles is almost at the limit of horsepower. Hu cavalry is fast and most of the gains are not much, but the servants have more than 2,000. This contribution is enough to promote the entire light cavalry to a higher level. Zheng army chased Hu cavalry, and the servants who fled along the road knelt on the ground and surrendered. The heads of those who dared to raise their swords to resist fell to the ground and were cut off from Ji Gong's ears.

It should be said that Liao Jianhui's decision was correct, but the plan could not keep up with the changes. Twenty miles away from Huangsha Pass, Badu Kunbo led the three thousand black wolf riders to wait for news ahead.

The tribes of the Beimo are called Badu Wushi, and are collectively called Beimo. The Beimo is composed of dozens of tribes, and almost all men are string controlers, with more than 400,000. The more than 400,000 soldiers are divided into three levels, the secondies are the minion army, which is composed of small tribes of vassals or prisoners and slaves captured from various places. The Ashi tribe and Hun branch venture south because they are afraid that the entire tribe will become a minion army after being weakened.

The second is the Jiewei Army, which is composed of young and middle-aged tribes. These people grew up on horseback and were familiar with bows and arrows. They were the main force in the battles in the northern desert and south.

The highest-ranking one is the Fuli Army, which is the guards of the Khan. Every year, Beimo selected brave and war-friendly men from the Servant Army and the Jiewei Army to form the Fuli Army, with a total of 25,000 people, and was divided into three divisions of Golden Wolf, Canglang and Black Wolf. The elite of the five thousand Golden Wolf Army was led by the Khan himself.

The wind blew the black wolf flag violently, and occasionally the neighing sounds of horses came from the queue. Three thousand black wolf cavalry were divided into five groups and arranged neatly. Badu Kunbo was wearing a chain mail at the front of the team. In the distance, a cavalry rode towards him.

The scout cavalry held it in front of Kunbo's mount, raised its front hooves high, and the knight immediately replied loudly: "Report, Ashi's army and Hun branch were defeated, seven miles ahead."

Badu Kunbo sneered: "Ashizhimo is a waste, and she is so angry that she can't catch Huangsha Pass. However, even Zheng Qi can't compare with him. The eagle actually defeated the sparrow, which really puts shame on the grassland."

While speaking, you could see dust rising from afar and defeated soldiers fled.
Chapter completed!