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Chapter 273 The army is defeated!

Looking at the frenzied war horses approaching, how could they not know what the consequences would be if they let these war horses rush up.

It's nothing more than one or two war horses going crazy and out of control, but looking around, there are crazy war horses everywhere, even the high priest Harriman, who was full of confidence before and shouted to take Li Huan's head, is now rushing with a dignified expression. Looking at the generals who changed their expressions, they shouted: "Hurry up, pass on the order, make sure to stop these crazy horses from approaching, shoot them, shoot them for me."

When the war horses are crazy, even if you want to tame them, it will not take a while, especially if the war horses are constantly rushing in, it is impossible to tame these war horses. The only way is to shoot these crazy war horses on the spot.

Following Harriman's order, a group of Tatars who had already made preparations shot out their arrows one after another.

Arrows fell like rain, and facing the oncoming arrow rain, the horses rushing to the front were shot immediately.

Many war horses neighed shrillly, but unless they were shot directly at the vital parts, just one or two arrows falling on them really couldn't kill these crazy war horses on the spot.

Not only that, because of the arrow, the already frenzied war horse became more and more frenzied under the stimulation of the pain on his body.

Of course, there were also many war horses that were directly shot and fell to the ground on the spot, and then never got up again.

Seeing the approaching horse herd, Harriman had already entered the small army on top of the generals and personal guards around him.

On top of Xiaojun's guards, Li Huan's face was very ugly, pointing the scepter in his hand and shouting softly: "Kill, I'll kill you!"

When the first war horse bumped under a war horse, it was followed by a group of war horses, and those war horses simply slammed down head-on, regardless of what was behind them.

Even though the Tatars were already defenseless, they were still confused by the crazy war horses.

The horses on many Tatar soldiers seemed to be affected by those crazy horses and there was no sign of losing control. In addition, there was chaos in the next seven weeks, and many Tatar soldiers fell directly from the horses, and then were killed. The horse is trampled into meat.

It is obviously impossible to rely on those crazy horses to completely disperse the formation of more than [-] small Tatar troops. Even if a certain degree of turmoil occurs, there will be too few Tatars who really died in the chaos. .

After all, those Tatars were all arrogant and grew up under horseback. When it comes to the ability to save life under horses, they are all first-rate.

But in the Ming army, there is no hope that we can defeat those Tatars by relying on more than [-] crazy horses.

The Ming army just wanted to give the small Tatar army a head-on blow with their frantic horses. It is conceivable that the morale of the Tatars would be minimally affected by the small chaos of the horses charging into the battle.

Wan Ying, who rushed to the back, watched a small number of horses being shot and killed on the spot. Many Tatars had already stopped trying to control these crazy horses. These crazy war horses can be controlled.

It's a pity that those Tatars didn't have time at all, because at that time the Ming army had already followed the small army to kill them.

At this time, the little priest Li Huan, who had already retreated from the small army, also noticed the Ming army rushing to the rear. It is the most eye-catching existence under the battlefield.

Seeing the Ming army for the first time, Li Huan turned to the general beside him and said, "Everyone, this is the murderous demon Ming army who followed Xu Ying in your small grassland and massacred more than a dozen tribes." .”

Everyone looked at this eye-catching handsome flag and nodded.

A burly foreign monk said to Wan Yingmeng, "Little priest, let you take my head and pay homage to the people of Changshengtian who were harmed by him."

Hearing the words, the little priest glanced at the monk, nodded slightly and said, "Harriman, he is the eagle of your grassland, the enemy warrior of your grassland, you must kill this devil today, can he do it?"

Harriman's sandbag-sized fist hammered hard on his chest and made a thumping sound, "Little priest, don't worry, just go and kill me."

While speaking, Harriman held a red-gold magic-subduing pestle in his hand and said in a small voice: "Get out of the way, you, Harriman, are coming."

Following Harriman's roar, he immediately saw the Tatar crowd get out of the way, and Harriman rode a strange horse like a fierce beast, especially heading towards the direction of the commander-in-chief of the Ming army.

Soon there were several mad war horses coming towards him, Wan Ying waved the subduing magic pestle in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, several mad war horses were crushed by him.

"Ming will still let you chop off your head slowly."

Seeing Ming Jun yelling, Harriman, who came on his horse, was stunned for a moment, with a slight smile on his lips.

At that time, Li Huan, who was patting his horse and following the Ming army, couldn't help but brighten his eyes when he saw Harriman and said, "Little general, that man is handed over to you."

Wan Ying just smiled, and Li Huan immediately patted his horse and rushed down.

In Wan Yingmeng's eyes, there was only the Ming army wearing a red cloak. Seeing a general rushing towards him, he was naturally very disgusted, and smashed the magic pestle in his hand at Li Huan.

Just by looking at Harriman's casual behavior, it is clear that Harriman never cared about Wan Ying.

Wan Ying felt a little angry, I am out of the Ming army, I am really eye-catching, anyone who follows the Ming army will be overshadowed by the brilliance of the Ming army, but that is not the reason why I am underestimated.

"Damn it, if you dare to look down on him, Grandpa Xu, go to hell."

With that thought flashing through his mind, Li Huan shook the spear in his hand, and stabbed Harriman's chest viciously with all his strength.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose, and Harriman was a little startled, only to hear a bang, and Li Huan's spear was stabbing under Wan Yingmeng's demon pestle.

As one of the weakest Tatars, Wan Yingmeng's overall strength is naturally inferior. It can even be said that in a competition, Harriman is even weaker than Li Huan by a few points.

It's just that Harriman never cared about Li Huan from the very beginning, and in the end he only used half of his strength to make a move. It is conceivable that in that situation, Harriman fought against Li Huan who was fighting with all his strength. The pestle was thrown out, and at the same time, the spear in Li Huan's hand pierced Harriman's chest like a bolt of lightning.

Until the sharp pain in his chest made Harriman realize that he had been stabbed by Li Huan.

The power of the whole body was passing away rapidly, Harriman glanced at Li Huan full of willingness, and as the spear was pulled out, small streams of blood spurted out, and Harriman's figure fell directly from under the horse.

Li Huan, who was watching the battle nearby, and other Tatars were expecting Harriman to kill the Ming army, but what we thought was whether we saw the death of the Ming army. Instead, we saw Harriman being killed by a General Wan Ying was shot dead.

After being stunned for a moment, Li Huan suddenly roared angrily: "You trash, what a trash, I, Harriman, dared to call you a Tatar warrior in vain, to be so careless, it's a pity to die."

While scolding Harriman for being useless, Li Huan turned to the generals beside him and said, "No one is willing to take the head of the Ming army for you."

Although Wan Yingmeng is said to be brave, but he is really an enemy, at least there is no comparable existence among the Tatars.

Besides, just now Harriman was stabbed to death by Li Huan, it was clearly because of Harriman's negligence, those Tatar generals were naturally afraid of Li Huan.

When Li Huan's body finished speaking, several people stood up and shouted: "Little priest, let you come."

At that moment, Wan Ying had already waved the spear in his hand, like a killer who came out of hell, and no one could stop him wherever he passed.

It can be explained that where the army passed by, broken arms and stumps flew all over the sky, and the Tatars blocking Wanying's back were directly swept away. In the bloody fog that filled the sky, Wanying's figure really looked like a devil.

It was only the Tatars behind the Ming army who were terrified. Even Li Huan, who was getting angry nearby, vaguely saw the scene of the Ming army killing Qifang. There was a look of horror.

The few Tatar warriors who had just opened their mouths to ask for a fight opened their mouths small one by one, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

According to Li Huanshen, this is also a wise man among the Tatars. Before he came back to his senses, he immediately realized what kind of harm would be caused to the morale of the small army by allowing the Ming army to kill Qifang.

Especially at this time, the morale of the Tatar army has been affected by these crazy horses. If the Ming army is allowed to kill the seven parties, it is difficult to guarantee that the morale of the army will collapse.

Once the morale of the army collapses, no matter how few troops there are, they will only be hunted down and killed in the end.

"You guys will go and stop this murderous maniac for you. If you want to do it, let's go together. If there is any way, I will kill me for you."

Wan Yingmeng yelled at the few Tatar warriors who just asked for a fight.

Several people looked at each other, took a deep breath, and galloped towards the Ming army together.

We are all weak people in the grasslands. Although we have seen the power of Wanying, the pride of being weak makes us unable to move forward.

Besides, we are the opponents of the Ming army alone, so we will besiege the Ming army together. Even if Wan Ying has no heads and eight arms, can he still be able to stop our siege?
The Ming army saw at a glance these few people who were rushing down with strong aura. They paused with their spears in their hands and pulled the reins of their horses.

When several people rushed to the back, one of them seemed to want to speak, but Wan Ying had no intention of talking to the other party at all, so he just flicked his spear like a dragon.

With a puff, this man tried his best to block the spear of the Ming army, but what made me feel desperate was that no matter how hard I tried, I could only watch the spear piercing his chest.

"damn it!"

Seeing that scene, the companions at the side opened their angry eyes one by one, and greeted the Ming army with weapons in their hands.

The Ming army stabbed the last man to death with one blow, and then swept the spear in front of him. The ten-foot-long spear made a sonic boom, like a thunderclap.

"Is good!"

The few Tatar weaklings who had just rushed to the back only heard the terrifying sonic boom, one by one, like frightened rabbits, with panic expressions on their faces.

One of them instinctively jumped up to avoid the sweeping spear. Although the opponent's reaction was slow enough, the sweeping speed of the Ming army's spear was like lightning.

Accompanied by the screams, those Tatar weaklings were directly blown up in the middle. Even the person who reacted the slowest and jumped up was swept by the spear in both legs, and his legs were blown up on the spot.

The Ming army stared blankly at the weak Tatar who appeared in mid-air. The last moment, the spear swept the opponent directly into the sky and turned into a bloody mist.

That scene directly stunned everyone with a radius of hundreds of feet, especially these Tatars were dumbfounded.

The weak Tatars who rushed to the Ming army just now were notoriously weak in the Tatar army, and they could be said to be the objects of worship of the warriors of the entire Yiliha tribe.

But now those Tatars watched with their own eyes the warriors outside their own tribe being beaten and killed. It is conceivable that this scene just now had a great psychological impact on the Tatar soldiers.

"The little general is mighty, the little general is mighty."

On the contrary, Xu Ying's party has long been used to the Ming army's small killing of Qifang. We killed more than a dozen tribes along the way, and naturally encountered some weak people among the Tatar tribes. The underdogs were all directly blown up by the Ming army behind Wanying.

So Xu Ying's soldiers were already used to situations like that, and it was strange to be surprised, but no matter what, seeing that scene could still make the blood of all the soldiers boil with cold blood.

As Xu Ying's morale was low, she whispered that it was all right, but the morale of the Tatars plummeted, and even many Tatars were terrified by what they saw and murmured to themselves: "The devil, the devil..."

The low-level members of the Yiliha tribe, such as Wanyingmeng in the small army, were also suppressed, although we also learned rumors about Wanying from the population who escaped from these slaughtered tribes.

But as long as they saw it with their own eyes, few people would doubt the description of the Ming army in these populations.

In those people's mouths, the Ming army is killing people like hemp, and there is a special existence of invincible gods. It would be strange if we believed in Wanyingmeng.

But now Li Huanshen and others saw with their own eyes that the warriors of the clan were blown up after receiving a single blow from the Ming army. They knew why, and these things about how terrifying the Ming army was and how invincible it suddenly emerged in our hearts The rumors are coming.

A Tatar nobleman's face was pale, his forehead was covered with hot sweat, and he tremblingly said to Wan Yingmeng: "Little priest, then... that Wanying is the devil, I'm afraid you are his opponents."

"Little priest, what should we do, Ilhabu is going to end..."

Looking at the panic and fear of everyone in Qi Zhou, Wan Yingmeng gritted his teeth and shouted: "Why are you panicking? You don't have so few people. Even if you take your life, you can kill the Ming army..."

While speaking, the Ming army had already noticed the small flag on Li Huan's body.

Originally, Wan Ying rushed all the way to fight against Li Huan's small flag. With Li Huan as the center, he gathered almost all the low-level dignitaries in the Yiliha tribe.

Now Wan Ying urged the horse on his body, swept all the way and went straight to where Li Huanshen and others were, and killed them.

Wan Yingmeng, who was yelling at the crowd and trying to stabilize the morale of the army, suddenly felt tense, and looked up at the Ming army, just in time to see Wan Ying's gaze falling on me.

"It's over, you are being watched."

Li Huan felt a slight shock in his body and mind, and almost instinctively wanted to run away, but Wan Ying's gaze was too frightening, even with Li Huan's determination, he dared to look directly at this murderous gaze.

Of course, the most important thing is that Wan Ying's whole body is covered in blood, like a special image of a demon god, which is too frightening, especially the scene where Wan Ying volleyed and blasted the weak Tatar just now brought a very small psychological shadow to Li Huan.

"Little priest, this devil is coming, run away slowly."

No one watched Wan Yingshao come over, turned around and fled, and at the same time shouted at Wan Yingmeng.

At that time, we had our own way, at most, a fool could see it, but if Wan Ying was killed, we would definitely survive alone.

Even though Wan Ying dreamed about it, even though she was quite frightened, she still shouted: "You can escape, you can escape, once you escape, then Ilhabu will really be over."

Li Huan was confused, once we took the lead and ran away, the morale of the small Tatar army who was still fighting with Xu Ying would definitely drop a little, and then collapse.

The killing of enemies by the Ming army could indeed shake the morale of some soldiers, but compared to the tens of thousands of small troops, Wanying could only affect a very small number of them.

After all, the battlefield stretches for several miles, and the two sides are fighting in one place. Only a very small number of people can really see Wan Ying's small kill.

As long as the morale of the army is in chaos, Wan Yingmeng suspects that he will fight recklessly, and Xu Ying has no confidence to fight us recklessly.

It must be said that Li Huan was thinking badly, but if Wan Yingmeng and others appeared on the battlefield and commanded the small army with the remote control to fight desperately with the Ming army, no matter how brave the Ming army was, it was possible for one person to slaughter [-] small troops, and the Ming army also had It is impossible to bear the consequences of too little damage to the soldiers and horses under his command.

As long as the Tatars survived the wave and the two sides retreated into a stalemate, Xu Ying's side might be the first to carry it.

It's a pity that Wan Yingmeng underestimated Wan Ying too much, and personally brought the middle and lower ranks of the clan to the battlefield in person, even more ostentatiously using the banner to supervise the battle.

In that case, if the Ming army is watching, unless there is no one around to stop the Ming army, the consequences can be imagined.

Over there, Wan Yingmeng shouted, trying to calm people's hearts and prevent these dignitaries outside the tribe from fleeing, but at that moment, a thunder rang in his ears: "Li Huan, die!"

Wan Yingmeng was shocked immediately, turned around to look subconsciously, and saw a burly figure appearing like a celestial being, and then there was a pain in his chest, and his whole body was picked up in the air by a blood-stained spear .

[Ask for a monthly pass. 】

ps: I recommend a book "Mixed in Hongwu as Salted Fish" Traveling to the last years of Hongwu, the promising Zhu Yunxi said that it is good to be a salted fish king.

No soldiers, no money, no land, a perfect salted fish life.

It's just that there is a bad old man who is very bad. He forces me to learn that and this all day long.

Nonsence!

You have taken over the class of socialism, and you can still believe in his ghost?
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