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Zhu Houzhao narrowed his eyes, uncertain.
¡°Obviously¡this is an opportunity.
But the other party is several times stronger than himself.
¡°Moreover, no one can predict whether it is a scam.
He looked at the cavalry behind him.
These cavalrymen all have resolute faces and murderous looks.
Fighting and burning along the way, those who eat the Tatars and drink the Tatars are like a group of mice falling into a rice vat.
When they started to attack, they were a little scared and fearful, but gradually, when they saw more and more bloody smells, they gradually began to become numb.
These people are full of killing, their bows and horses are becoming more and more proficient, and their fighting skills can already defeat the three armies bravely!
At this time, many people were more or less injured, and some were already in ragged clothes and smelly. They were like a remnant army, but they were still full of energy.
The most important thing is that His Highness the Crown Prince takes the lead in every charge and takes the lead time and time again, making them regard His Highness the Crown Prince as their own brothers and sisters.
So everyone looked at Zhu Houzhao.
No one made a sound.
These pairs of eyes seem to be saying.
Wherever His Highness points, we will kill, even if we die, we will have no regrets!
Zhu Houzhao gritted his teeth, sneered, and said: "For many years, no one has dared to go deep into the desert like us and slaughter the Tatars like pigs and dogs. I have not forgotten the shame of Tumu Fort back then. These things have never been forgotten by me. The Tatars kidnapped my late emperor, and they killed them as far as Beijing, humiliating our Ming Dynasty and making our Ming Dynasty fearful!"
"Today, what I am imitating is what these Tatars did, tooth for tooth, blood for blood! In the past few decades, they have gone south again and again, they have captured the Hetao, they have threatened the capital, they have killed people, But little do they know that in this world, there is a saying that blood debts must be repaid with blood."
Zhu Houzhao sat on the horse, lowered his head, and packed up his sword and bow. There was no expression on his face, but he said word by word: "Now, the time has come to pay for the blood debt!"
"If a man dies, he will die, so why should he be afraid? If I die, I will only hate Tumubao. I cannot return all of these Tatars to let them know what it means to be separated from their wives and what it means to be humiliated. Liu Jin!"
Liu Jin ate a piece of grass and chewed it. He looked like a heavily armored knight, carrying an iron pot on his back, a few skewers of bacon hung around his neck, hanging in front of his chest, and a cowhide bag in front of him, well Genuine leather, no preservatives. The bag was stuffed with a lot of grass he picked up.
He slowly rode forward, his face always looking calm and calm.
"You are my slave. You have watched me grow up. Let's go to the front."
"Oh." Liu Jin looked down on life and death, looking indifferent.
Zhu Houzhao looked at the scout: "How many miles away is the opponent?"
"Ten miles."
Zhu Houzhao just calculated and said: "Everyone changed the horses, fed the horses with fodder, and gave you a stick of incense time to eat and drink. We are here to wait for the Tatars."
"Follow your orders!"
Everyone did not hesitate, dismounted skillfully, and took out the dry food and fodder carried by other horses. They had long been accustomed to this.
Afterwards, they put on new war horses, sat on the horses, and began to check their swords and bows.
Zhu Houzhao looked extremely calm.
He couldn¡¯t help but wonder, who are these people who came here?
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The morale of the tired defeated soldiers was extremely low.
This battle was defeated too suddenly.
Although many Tatars angrily believe that this is a non-war crime, it is the use of firearms by cunning southern barbarians. If this were not the case, would the Southern Barbarians dare to confront me head-on?
No matter how unconvinced or unwilling they are, they have to accept the reality in front of them.
Yanda Khan was panting, he was tired, the guards of the Golden Tent, loyal guards were on his left and right.
Seventy thousand people marched south in a majestic and heroic manner, but now, thousands of defeated soldiers have returned, and the other defeated soldiers have gone nowhere.
Yanda Khan is very tired.
At this point, it was no longer possible for the Ming army to pursue them. They did not dare to go deep into the desert at will.
When they arrived in the desert, Yanda Khan was still his master.
Buthis heartis really tired.
&nZhu Houzhao's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. As the horse seemed to fly into the air, Zhu Houzhao roared from the depths of his throat: "Kill!"
Countless people who shared life and death with him, slept with him, drank with him, caught lice with him, and stood shoulder to shoulder, all responded with the same roar: "Kill!"
The cry of killing broke through the sky and pierced the eardrums of the Tatars.
The Tatars hurriedly began to draw their swords, and the golden tent guards beside Yanda Khan were also busy wrapping Yanda Khan tightly, but they did not notice that just more than 300 steps away, a straggler, riding Riding his horse, he opened his bow and shot arrows one after another.
One by one, the Golden Guards fell silently in front of Yanda Khan.
Yanda Khan has never seen such a Han army.
He originally thought that what he was afraid of was just the Ming Dynasty's firearms.
But now he discovered that what was really scary was when a group of cavalry who were even more capable than the Tatars in cavalry and shooting appeared in front of him.
He discovered that the blessings of the Immortal Heaven were actually getting farther and farther away from him, and the one favored by God was the enemy in front of him.
Yanda Khan was angry.
His eyes were red and he roared unwillingly: "Kill!"
Kill the word export.
But at this time, the cavalry on the opposite side had already rushed into the Tatar formation like tigers down the mountain.
boom!
Countless men and horses collided together. This has never happened before in the world. The Ming Dynasty's cavalry rushed into the formation of the Tatar cavalry with their cavalry.
At this moment, Zhu Houzhao had raised his sword and dropped it. Then, a golden guard sprayed blood. Next to him, Liu Jin's flying horse collided with a Tatar. The powerful impact of the war horse caused the two horses to fall directly. However, the cavalryman was knocked away, but Liu Jin desperately grabbed the saddle. When his horse staggered, he stood up again.
"So lucky to be alive."
Liu Jin thought so.
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