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Chapter 2380 The power of black thorns

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    The continuous clouds move slowly and have different shapes.

    The setting sun falls on the horizon, illuminating the grassland through those clouds.

    A cloud like a galloping horse floated slowly, with all four hooves in place.  The most outstanding thing is probably the horse's head. The horse's mouth is open, as if it is neighing.

    Yunma was blood-red by the setting sun, looking ferociously at the battlefield below.

    As soon as the five hundred Harlequin cavalry completed their turn, the cavalry pouring out from the side of the hillside stabbed them in the butt.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    The cavalry from behind swarmed out. When all the cavalry rushed out, the number of people also came out.

    "Sir, eight or nine hundred!"

    This is a cry of joy.  Three thousand versus eight or nine hundred, no, you have to add those Ming troops, but it's still three to one.

    General Hallie stared blankly at the Ming cavalry and murmured: "If they are all as powerful as them, who will win? Who will lose?"

    After a moment of muttering, General Hallie cheered up and shouted: "Meet the enemy! Meet the enemy!"

    There is nothing easy to deal with in the current situation. Both sides want to decide the outcome and then find their own destination.

    The five hundred cavalry in front are already facing the enemy.

    They hurriedly turned their horses around, and then the Ming army crashed in using a big armored man as an arrow.

    "kill!"

    The big man was holding a broadsword similar to a machete, and he chopped it down with a loud shout.

    Sergeant Harry in front of him waved his sword to block without hesitation.

    Bang!

    With a very small voice, the long sword was cut, and then the sword slashed down from the center of the opponent's eyebrows.

    After a soft sound, the sword was retracted, the big man turned the handle of the sword, and with just one pick, he broke the second man's jaw.

    When the second man fell from his horse, a slit was opened between the eyebrows of the first Hale man, and blood immediately spurted out.

    "drink!"

    At this time, the big man swung his horse-killing sword out again.

    Ding!

    With just a sound, the long knife of the Harel man in front of him broke, and his head flew up.

    This is a warrior!

    He took the lead and rushed in. Wherever he passed, blood sprayed in the air. He was the one who made the move!

    "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

    The Ming army behind him rushed past him, like a flood rushing into a wheat field, sweeping everything.

    "Kill the enemy!"

    The big man slashed with his long sword flatly, but the Harelites in front of him actually blocked it.  When the two sides passed each other, the big man stretched out his left hand and grabbed the Harlequin man off his horse.

    "kill him!"

    Someone was so frightened by the big man that he turned around and ran away, calling for help from his colleagues.

    The big man held the knife in one hand, but stretched out the hand holding the knife, and a row of Harlequins fell down wherever he passed.

    "Kill the enemy!"

    There were no more enemies in front of the big man. He waved his saber and charged towards the main force of the enemy army.

    Five hundred enemies were dispersed by these Ming troops, leaving more than a hundred people running frantically towards the formation.

    "That's the God of Death!"

    General Hallie saw this and heard the panic shouts of his subordinates.

    But he couldn't retreat. If he retreated at this time, when he returned to Menergan, he heard that he was fleeing in the face of a thousand Ming troops. He couldn't even save his family.

    "Kill the enemy!"

    He could only shout and try his best to boost the morale of his men.  But the ferocity of the Ming army made his subordinates feel timid.

    Wang Yan led more than 200 Ming troops to the enemy's left flank. He took a look at the distance between the main force of the Black Thorns and the enemy and shouted: "Get ready"

    He and his men were driving the horses slowly, and his target was the enemy's flank.

    But this takes time. If he goes in too early, he will be entangled by the enemy, which will disrupt the main force's intention to attack the enemy.

    Chen Deng was looking into the distance on the hillside. When he was sure that there were no enemy reinforcements around, he put down his binoculars and gently rode down the hillside.

    "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

    His attack is a signal!

    Wang Yan brandished his sword and shouted: "Kill the enemy!"

    "Kill the enemy!"

    The big man who attacked the enemy's sharp edge also waved his sword and shouted.

    "kill!"

    The two sides collided quickly, and the big man passed between the two enemies. He didn't need to swing his sword.Just hold the saber firmly with both hands.

    The limbs and blood were flying together.

    The first time they met, Black Thorn was knocked away by more than ten people.  The dozen or so people were instantly submerged in the hooves of the horses.

    And the opponent fell even more, and no one in the first row was spared.

    Most collisions cannot be avoided, but the fighting behind them requires true skill.

    Wang Yan on the flank also rushed into the enemy army.

    His weapon is just a long knife, an ordinary long knife.

    And he basically doesn¡¯t use those overbearing moves. The long knife just lightly cuts through the curve in the air, passing over the opponent¡¯s body and splashing a cloud of blood.

    He easily released a long knife attack from the left, and then dragged it when he retracted the long knife, and a hole was immediately opened in the opponent's waist.

    The two sides have entered a state of melee. What is important at this time is discipline and the individual strength of the soldiers.

    General Hallie sadly found that his subordinates were no match for this group of Ming troops, and almost no one could block the opponent's attack.

    He looked carefully and found that these Ming soldiers were as skilled in attacking as butchers walking on the battlefield.

    This is a veteran!

    And it¡¯s the most elite one!

    General Hallie saw that the long sword of a Ming army was blocked. Before another opponent came to attack, he abandoned his sword and flew towards him. He knocked the Hallie man in front of him off his horse. He sat on the horse and unexpectedly  Once again, he pounced at a Harlequin on the side.

    This man is as nimble as an ape, and his timing is more accurate than the most powerful herdsman.

    On the other side, more than a dozen Ming army sergeants were shooting cold arrows while hiding among their colleagues who were rushing to kill them.  Their arrows were in vain, and they specifically targeted the most ferocious Harlequins.

    There are more than a dozen such archers, no, they are sharp archers!

    What kind of army can have so many sharp archers?

    General Hallie felt a chill in his chest, but he was carried forward and rushed forward.

    He was also a strongman back then, so he knows the role that setting an example can play.

    The long sword slashed down like lightning. The Ming army on the opposite side had already noticed his armor and blocked it with all their strength.

    Bang!

    Both knives are generally good, so they each leave a gap.

    But the Black Thorn's counterattack was half a beat too late, allowing General Hallie to launch continuous attacks.

    Just when General Hallie swore that he could kill the enemy in front of him within two swords at most, a long sword from the side made a sneak attack.

    This is not the style of a military man, but the army has never been a place that pays attention to style.

    General Ha Lie sighed in his heart, then gave up on the Ming army in front of him, and swung his sword to split the long sword on the side.

    The black thorn that he let go turned red with shame, but without breathing, he slashed with his knife.

    Under the attack of two black thorns, General Hallie only blocked three swords, and a piece of flesh was cut off from his shoulder.

    He gave up the sword with a scream, and rushed out from the side as fast as he could on his horse.

    The two Black Thorns did not expect that their opponents would abandon their swords and run away, but they were too late to catch up.

    "Failed, defeated!"

    Seeing the general fleeing, the Harelites, who had been unable to withstand the attack of the Ming army, began to rout.

    Wang Yan shouted: "Five miles away!"

    It is getting dark, and the pursuit of five miles is the limit.

    The Ming army pursued them one after another, and many of the fleeing Harelites were killed.

    Those Harlequins who knelt down to ask for surrender were ignored. The horses rushed over with a roar, and piles of rotten meat proved their former existence.

    Wang Yan did not pursue. He rode his horse and looked at the fleeing enemy troops in the distance. He said to Chen Deng who was coming: "Clean up immediately and kill them all. Then collect the things we need and leave immediately!"

    Many horses that had lost their owners were neighing on the battlefield. Chen Deng asked: "Sir, where are those horses?"

    Wang Yan shook his head and said: "We can't be too greedy. The team is too big and the goal is too big."

    Chen Deng nodded and ordered the rescued prisoners of war to deal with the matter.

    Zhao Xing walked with difficulty among the corpses, listening to a voice crying with joy behind him thanking the gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

    "Execute them!"

    A prisoner of war was standing behind a still-dead enemy with a long knife in his hand. He looked up at the blood red remaining on the horizon and shouted: "The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"

    The long knife was swung, and the head fell to the ground.

    The setting sun on the horizon has half set, shining on the blood spurting out, making the color look like black and purple.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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