Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 531: Lotus Khan Pingyang Fights Tiger (Part )
"Ouch~" The tiger roared again and again, roaring forward in the autumn wind. Luo Bu Zang'er Linqin and his three thousand men were not afraid of casualties, and were not afraid of swords, guns and arrows, and quickly penetrated the front line of the Kazakh army.

The Kazakh army's vanguard general and Alban leader Erkensu was on good terms with the vanguard general Jamal. Seeing that his vanguard general's flag had fallen, he hurriedly led 5,000 warriors from Adai, Tielwu, and Alash tribes. The vanguard rushed over to rescue his old friend. Encountering the Junggar Mad Tiger, they were like a wedge, wedged deeply into the enemy's formation.

"I have already given an order, the army in the middle route should not be anxious and advance slowly. This Luobu Zang'e Linqin is too brave. What can I do? What can I do?" Sultan, who was watching the battle in the middle army, put down his telescope and was not happy but worried. The bravery of the Junggar tribe posed a problem for him. The original battle plan was to entangle the enemy in the center and seek a breakthrough on the two wings first, but Linqin, Luobu Zang'e, broke out too far forward. If we supported him, it was very likely that the two wings had not yet broken through, and the center had already fought to determine the winner in advance; but If you don't support him and let your forwards be wiped out by the enemy, it will be too damaging to morale.

Everyone was silent and looked at their commander quietly.

The situation on the battlefield left no room for hesitation. Sultan smiled and cursed, "When this battle is over, I will give Norbu Zang'er Linqin thirty lashes with a riding crop." Then he issued a series of orders: "The vanguard forces "Immediately move forward to support the forward", "the central army and the rearguard advance slowly", "the left army and the right army speed up the attack and defeat the enemy with lightning speed".

The long horse branches swept across, killing everyone in front of them. Looking at the empty space in front of them, the guards' vanguard general Xiao En and Batu let out a long sigh of relief. This kind of battlefield fighting feels so good!
Sultan ordered him to lead 3,000 vanguard troops to move forward to support Norbu Zang'er Linqin's forward. He completed the task well and effectively protected the flanks and rear of his own forward.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, Luobu Zang'er Linqin became energetic. He handed his back to Paoze with confidence and continued to rush towards the Kazakhs. They are still fighting against the enemy with a small number, and they are still advancing desperately.

At this time, Erken had learned the news that his old friend Jamal had been killed in battle, and was shocked and angry. Just as he was feeling sad, a group of Junggar crazy tigers came right in front. The first general is different. He is actually wearing a black robe that symbolizes death. The black robe is stained with blood. The scimitar in his left hand is eerie and weird. The spear in his right hand is longer than ordinary spears. The red tassel hangs down from the spear head, which is bright red. , particularly eye-catching.

Erken saw the famous Batulu Baolar of the Xiaoyuzi Alash tribe rushing forward with a battle ax in his hand. He knew Baolar's martial arts. It was an exaggeration to fight against ten thousand people, but it was completely incompetent to fight against dozens of people. question.

It's ridiculous that the man in black robe is dressed up as the God of Death. In this case, he is sent to meet the God of Death. The giant ax was as heavy as Mount Tai, and it struck down with great momentum. The ax has not yet arrived, but the gun has arrived. The man in black robe only used one hand to hold the gun, and with the speed of a spiritual snake, he stabbed Batulu in the throat with a strange and mysterious thrust.

The giant ax fell to the ground, and the expected butcher was actually slaughtered. Boral fell to the ground softly like a sack. Seeing this scene in Elken's eyes, fear suddenly arose in his heart, which had been through many battles.

Thousands of troops and horses, unable to stop the black robes, swords on the left and spears on the right, the horses galloped wildly, and they were in front of the horses in a blink of an eye. Intuition told Erken that this person was extremely skilled in martial arts and did not care about his life, and he was no match for him. So, he retreated, turning his horse's head and retreating shamelessly. With this retreat, the Kazakh avant-garde was in chaos. Some people retreated, while others were still fighting.

Once again, they defeated more with less. After defeating the Kazakh forward, the Guard's forward defeated the Kazakh forward and went straight to Yangir Khan's central army.

The Kazakh Central Army raised an order flag and guided the defeated troops to bypass the front of the Central Army and enter the formation from both sides. Passages appeared on both sides, and the defeated army entered the battle in embarrassment, panting and resting.

Erken fled into the formation. After recovering from his shock, he ordered his men to reorganize.

Suddenly I saw smoke and dust billowing, and hundreds of horses galloping towards me. Who is coming from Pianpian Baiqi? The Great Khan guards the undead army. The undead army is not immortal, but unafraid of death. They are selected from brave warriors from various tribes. All of them are heroes who are unafraid of death. They wear iron armor, have eagle feathers on their heads, and are murderous.

The leader was Aslan, the personal bodyguard of Yang Gil Khan. Seeing it was him, Erken's spine went cold and he hurriedly saluted, "I've met General Aslan."

"The Great Khan ordered, dismount and kneel down to receive him." Aslan held his head high, too lazy to look at him.

Hearing that Yang Gil Khan had an edict, Erken did not dare to neglect it and hurriedly dismounted and knelt down.

"The commander of the vanguard, Erken, retreated without orders and violated military law. He was beheaded immediately in front of the army as a police officer." Aslan's tone was cold, and the hearts of those who heard it were also ice-cold.

"Impossible, the Great Khan will not kill me! I want to see the Great Khan!" Erken shouted. The Alban tribe he belongs to is a branch of the Wusun tribe directly under Yangir Khan. He is a confidant among his confidants. He did not expect that the Great Khan would order his death. Several guards rushed over without any explanation, and two of them pushed him down. One of them swung his knife quickly, and the knife fell on his head. There was silence everywhere.

"The Great Khan has ordered that only Erken be killed. The defeated army will be under my command. You will quickly regroup and return to the battlefield." Aslan glanced at the defeated army coldly.

Hearing this, the defeated army was amnesty and reorganized under the command of generals at all levels.

Thousands of troops and horses avoided the black robes, and Lin Qin from Luo Bu Zang'er fought straight to the front of Yang Gil Khan's army, but no one could stop him.

"My God, this guy is as bloodthirsty and ferocious as a wolf." Baturu Usten, a Swede from the Kazakh Musket Battalion, muttered and ordered his men to set up their guns.

There were five hundred men in each row, six full rows, and three thousand musketeers had loaded their ammunition and were waiting for the next order.

"Shoot, shoot the wilat devil," Eusten howled.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The muskets fired.

The row in front finished shooting, sat down and reloaded, and the row behind continued shooting, in an endless stream, shooting at the guards like locusts, and people and horses kept falling. Luo Bu Zang'er Lin Qin lowered his body to minimize the exposed part of his body. The wind whistled in his ears and he got closer and closer to the Kazakhs.

He sat up straight again on his horse, clenching the knife and gun tightly in his hands, ready to kill him until he would bleed like a river.

"Bah~bah~bah~"

Among the countless stray bullets, one shot through his armor and passed through his chest.

"Ow~"

Luo Bu Zang'e Linqin let out a wolf howl, and threw the spear in his right hand, like a flying rainbow, nailing a musketeer to the ground; the long knife in his left hand also flew out, flew close to the door of a musketeer, and fell to the ground with all his strength.

"Bah~bah~bah~"

Bullets kept hitting the black robe, and the man in the black robe didn't say a word.

The war horse carried him to the Kazakh musket formation. The Kazakh spearmen resisted the war horse, only to find that Norbu Zang'e Linqin had been exhausted for a long time.

"What a good man! He kept his charging posture even to the point of death." Seeing this, Justen made the sign of the cross with his hands.

(End of this chapter)