.The grassland cavalry from the descendants of the Xianbei and belonging to the former Imperial Qing and Gansu Army shouted and roared, and rushed towards the White Bar Spear Corps led by Meng Zhan.

The hundreds of meters from the front of the Western Alliance to the front of the Han army were not a flat road, but a slope gradually rising. The White-Sling Spear Corps commanded by Meng Zhan did not form a formation close to the city wall, but went down to the high ground on the shore and formed a formation with the forbidden ditches on their backs.

Meng Zhan's move was not aimless. He was backed by the forbidden ditch. One was covered by the Han soldiers' bows and arrows on the city wall, and the other was to inspire the Han soldiers to fight back and forth.

The Xianbei cavalry did not know about this. They were more than 200 meters away from the city wall. The cavalry scattered and detoured from the left and right sides.

These Han soldiers were unmoved and watched the Xianbei cavalry shouting.

At a distance of several hundred meters, the Xianbei cavalry only took more than ten breaths to kill the Han army.

Just before the front row of their charge, only ten meters away from the Han soldiers' main formation, the first row of white spears in the hands of the Han soldiers who were half kneeling on the ground had already come out of the ground.

The next moment, the Xianbei cavalry who had advanced several meters was as if they were automatically sent their horses forward. As the white spear in the hands of the Han soldiers stretched and shrank, there were a series of dull horses breaking. Then the arrogant cavalry were lifted off the horses by a huge reaction force and flew to the front of the Han soldiers.

The Han soldiers in the second row were ready, and the spears in their hands were all out. The Xianbei cavalry, who had fallen into a dizzy way, had no chance to struggle, and were killed in front of the formation.

As for those soldiers who were lucky enough not to be snapped off their horse's legs, they were stabbed off the horse by the third row of long spears.

"What a pity..." Seeing the magnificent grassland horses in front of the formation, they fell to the ground with their legs broken, Meng Zhan sighed secretly.

Although the empire encouraged horse raising at that time, and the production areas of several major horses on the east of the mainland highway were all collected and war horses were not short of war horses, Lei Dongfeng is now extremely short of horses, especially when he just came out of Sichuan, many of his cavalrymen had mounts of real estate Sichuan horses.

This horse has a long-distance endurance and mountain walking, both of which are good, but it is not suitable for rushing and charging, so Meng Zhan sighed for these horses that were lost in front of the formation.

Soon, the three rows of Xianbei cavalry charged in front were all killed under the guns of the Han soldiers.

Those who were lucky enough to die were already moaning on the ground, completely losing their combat effectiveness.

"Retreat, retreat!" These Xianbei cavalry were unwilling to fight to the death. At this moment, the five thousand Xianbei cavalry charged in the blink of an eye had lost 30% of them. However, the Han soldiers on the city wall had not shot a single arrow and had long lost their fighting spirit. Under the command of the Xianbei division commander, they began to retreat.

"Bastard, who asked you to withdraw? Rush me, don't break out of the tunnel, don't come back!" Solinger's eyes were red, and he snatched the whip of a retreating Xianbei cavalry and slapped the other party hard.

"The wolf cubs on the grassland are not as cruel as you. If you want to die, why should you drive us?" Haoyun, the former commander of the Qinggan Military Division, couldn't help but say angrily when he saw Solinger beating his soldiers in front of him.

"What are you? You betray your empire, just a group of clowns. Now that you surrender to us, you must be aware of being a dog. A good dog will not shout at the owner!" Of course, Solinger would not be afraid of Dugu Haoyun and sneered.

"You!" Dugu Haoyun's face turned red with anger, but he couldn't find a rebuttal. Although the Qinggan Army's surrender to the enemy was not the idea of ​​his division commander, he did not resist after all, and he also participated in the counterattack against the empire.

"Why, aren't you convinced? If you want to die now, you will retreat. If you want to survive, continue to charge!" Thoringer broke the snatched horse whip in one or two!

"Swish--" Suddenly, all the Xianbei cavalry who saw Solinger breaking the horse whip pulled out the sabers on their waists, and their eyes were uneven.

Even Murong Cang, who had always been tolerant and self-protection, followed everyone to draw out his sabre.

These Xianbei descendants have been going through thousands of years. Although they tried their best to resist the assimilation of the surrounding Han people, they have actually lost their direction in their hearts.

At least, most of them did not understand how great the Xianbei Empire was to be established by the commander of the Fuxing Army, named Duan Haide, who was descended from the Xianbei commander.

Although they have heard their elders tell the history of Xianbei athletes whizzing and leaving the grassland thousands of years ago, what they see now is a powerful Han Empire, and this empire gives them houses, food and drink, and even has a very tilted policy towards them. Moreover, the descendants of Xianbei have basically become mixed races and mostly intermarried with Han people.

Therefore, they are not lunatics who are keen on rebellion and have no good feelings for the Western coalition.

But the soldiers were chess pieces after all, and were arranged and manipulated by the superiors; but even soldiers had the dignity and bottom line of the soldiers, such as the whip that was broken by Solinger, which was covered with blood from the young Xianbei cavalry.

In the Xianbei dictionary, everyone, on the day of their adulthood, would give him a horse whip and tell him that holding this horse whip can tame the strongest horse and gallop freely throughout the world.

The horse whip is the totem of Xianbei men!

The whip is there, and the whip is there! If it is not necessary, the Xianbei people will never change their whip in their lifetime.

Now that Solinger beats and scolds them at will, he actually broke such an important horse whip. It is no wonder that these Xianbei cavalry were glaring at each other.

"What do you want to do? Do you rebel?" Although Solinger was rude and brave, seeing that these Xianbei cavalry were not good-looking and were so close to each other, what it meant to be close to the infantry by the cavalry, Solinger knew it and became nervous. Although his tone was tough, his eyes were already a little panicked.

"Stop it all!" Fonseka and his personal soldiers ran over hurriedly.

Today, the reason why he asked Solinger to command was that he had been commanding the attack for several days and could not hold on. Second, he wanted to plan well with his staff. When the second batch of new forces promised by Jose tonight, he would cross the river and make a good start tomorrow.

Never thought that Solinger, a reckless man, suddenly caused such a big mess and almost caused a mutiny.

"The barbarian is a barbarian, and there are barbarians on both sides!" Vonseca shouted in his heart, his face as cold as ice.

"Sir, please give me an explanation, otherwise the Qinghai-Gan army will fight to the death." Dugu Haoyun said coldly, and the sword did not return to the sheath.

"Well, this..." Although Fonseca is from the Western Land, he knows the basic history of various ethnic groups on the mainland roads, and during his chat, he has heard people talk about some taboos of these Xianbei people. This is also what Jose forced the Western Army to learn to avoid internal conflicts.

Of course, a arrogant nationalist like Solinger naturally would not care about these things.
Chapter completed!