Chapter 889

"Tell the cavalry warriors that you can retreat as long as you kill three people. Of course, if you still have the ability, you can also choose to kill more people. There will be different military merit treatment waiting for you. We have special people watching and will register. Of course, if you feel defeated, you can also retreat and will not be punished for escaping from the crime." In front of the first echelon of 2000 foreign cavalry and tens of thousands of troops, Yang Chendong made such a solemn commitment.

He is now a heavenly Khan. Every word he says is no less than the existence of the imperial edict. The reason why he made such a concession was that he was worried that the Tatar elite was too strong, which would scare these warriors under his hand. In the end, no one dared to go to war. That would be a joke.

With such a promise, you can retreat if you kill three people, or if you can't fight, just because of these two points, some people who were timid and didn't dare to try were also moved at this moment. What if they were lucky?

Two thousand tribal allied troops set out and stood face to face with the Tatar elite cavalry who was also one mile ahead. The distance between the two sides was only one mile. It would be an opportunity for the cavalry to exert their strongest strength.

Compared with the two thousand tribal allied cavalry, the two thousand Tatar fine cavalry coming from the opposite is more unified and tidy. They were dressed in cold clothes, holding machetes in their left hand and shields in their right hand; His face is covered with a mask, his head is covered with a black scarf, his eyes are only exposed, his body is also covered with a long black cloak, and he steps on Hu people's riding boots. The riding boots are equipped with a dagger. Everyone is carrying a big bow. Just looking at his face, it gives people a very sharp feeling.

Four thousand people looked at each other and eight thousand eyes looked at each other. With a loud drink, both sides launched the most powerful charge. Four thousand cavalry fought together in an instant, followed by the collision of saber and curved horse, saber and shield, the friction between blade and air, and the division of blood and body.

A man borrows his horse's strength, and a knife borrows his wind. The cruel side is constantly displayed on the battlefield, with blood and meat flying in disorder, which is destined to be a cruel and bloody battle that can be written into history.

Dingdingdang, the battle lasted half an hour, followed by more and more Mobei tribal coalition cavalry who fled later. The number of people on the battlefield was decreasing sharply. Nearly half an hour later, the battlefield returned to tranquility and the Tatars won.

Mobei Mongol coalition sent 2000 troops and fled back to more than 500 people. Among them, two of the best killed the enemy, but they had to retreat because there was no one around them and they were in danger of being surrounded by several elite riders. In the first war, none of the qualified soldiers were elected, which was a heavy blow to the morale of the whole mercenary.

On the contrary, the Tatar elite cavalry killed the enemy by 1500, but lost less than 50 cavalry. The casualty ratio of one to 30 kept them cheering and morale.

"Treat the wounded warriors and arrange the second batch of troops." Yang Chendong sat on a big chair, surrounded by black riding guards to protect him. Seeing the complete defeat of the first war, he did not show the slightest anger and disappointment. All this was in his imagination. To be surprised, the performance of Tatar elite cavalry was stronger than he expected.

It's just better. If you want to build the first Cavalry Division in the world and the best cavalry in the world, of course, the sharper the grindstone, the better.

At the command, the two thousand cavalry of the second group of coalition troops rushed out. Although the defeat of the first battle was a severe blow to their morale, they also learned some experience. For example, in such a combat mode, if they found that there were too many retreating cavalry, there was no need for the rest to fight hard. Otherwise, they would only be surrounded by themselves and have nothing to do except death.

After the first experience, the second batch of coalition soldiers rushed out closer. They put themselves under the protection of their companions as far as possible, so that they can face the enemy without worrying about being attacked.

Similarly, after the first experience, tuotuobuhua is not sending any generals to lead the troops. Against these mediocre Mongolian cavalry, there is no need for generals to play, and they can also hit the enemy hard. The enemy killed 1500 people in the first war. If this continues, I'm afraid it won't take long for the enemy to have no troops to send.

As soon as I think about it, tuotuobuhua has an impulse to laugh. God Khan, God Khan, do you think I'm afraid of you with less enemies? Let's see how wrong such a decision is.

The Second World War began. Compared with the first war, it was very fierce. Obviously, everyone showed their strongest strength without any reservation.

This is a real battle, but also a bloody battle. Either you or I die. Any carelessness may cause irreparable consequences. There is only one life. Anyone who dares not to do his best is facing a situation of dying.

The battle lasted more than half an hour, during which hundreds of coalition cavalry retreated. They may feel that they are not strong enough and have only a dead end to fight, or they are injured by a knife and are unable to fight. In short, the battlefield situation is worrying. In the whole battlefield, the number of coalition cavalry has been less than 300. Looking at the Tatar elite, only dozens of people have died, with little damage.

"Kill, continue to kill! I still need one person to join the army." during the battle, a very young Mongolian cavalry was still waving a knife, and another crisis was solved between the left and right blocks.

His name is Hu Helu. He is a young man from a small tribe in Mobei Mongolia. Like most Mongols, Hu and Lu grew up on horseback since childhood, which also gave him a good horse Kung Fu. But his most powerful skill is cleavage. It is said that it was taught by a veteran who passed by their tribe and recuperated here.

In order to learn this skill, Hu and Lu secretly killed a fat sheep at home and gave it to each other. Then when they left, his immediate Kung Fu had made great progress. This time, when he signed up for the battlefield, he rushed to carry his nationality.

In the process of shopping in Shicheng, Hu Helu accidentally saw the performance of the female soldiers of Shicheng propaganda team. The young man was soon attracted by those beautiful girls. In this way, he had his first dream in life, that is, he must marry a female soldier of Shicheng propaganda team as his wife, which seems to be a very glorious thing.

Hu and Lu are handsome, which is also his confidence. However, when he inquired about the female soldiers of the propaganda team, he found a fatal problem, that is, there is a prerequisite for these female soldiers to choose a husband, that is, the other party must be Chinese or only Chinese. Only in this way can their identity be considered equal.

Hearing this, Hu and Lu were naturally very unhappy. Compared with Han people, he is willing to work hard and looks good. He can rely on both hands to obtain a happy and rich living environment.

Of course, Qi returns to Qi. Hu and Lu have to admit that, at least in Shicheng, the status of Han people is very high, far from being comparable to people from small tribes like him. So from then on, he had an idea in his heart, that is to find a way to enter the Han nationality, join as a member of the Han people and become a member of this powerful nation. At that time, he will marry the most beautiful female soldier and fulfill his dream.

Just how difficult it is to choose a new nationality. He had never heard of such a precedent. Until last night, news suddenly came that anyone who could kill three enemies on the battlefield today could choose to join the Han nationality, and those who killed four could also bring one into the Han nationality.

Great good things fell from the air. Hu Helu felt that the blood of his whole body seemed to burn at this moment. He knew that the long-awaited opportunity had come, so he had to seize it.

The realization of the ideal always needs to struggle. The opportunity is right in front of him. Hu and Lu don't want to let go. Facing the tartar elite horse with very strong combat power, he tried his best. Shortly after the start, he took advantage of the chaos to cut off the head of an enemy cavalry. Then, in the middle of the battlefield, he stabbed the saber into the chest of an enemy face to face.

He killed two people in a row. The target was close at hand. Hu and Lu saw hope. But the surrounding environment has also become worse at this moment. There are about 300 companions around, and someone is retreating all the time, but the number of each other is increasing. It's not easy to kill one enemy in such an environment.

Now Hu and Lu can choose to retreat immediately. In this way, they can protect their own safety. After all, the mercenary camp is a mile and a half behind them. As long as they retreat back there, the tartar elite dare not pursue them. There are more than 3000 fire guns of the tiger regiment, which can kill people at any time.

But in this way, his dream will be dashed, which he can't accept. So he has only one choice left, that is to continue to kill the enemy, even if only one person can be killed. At that time, he can join the Han nationality, and everything will become bright in the future.

It's too late, it's too fast. All these ideas were formed in an instant. At the moment, Hu Helu, who had strengthened his confidence, showed a wolf like light in his eyes. At this moment, he was determined to kill an enemy.

At this time, two tartar riders appeared in his sight and found him running straight towards him.

Yu Guang looked around. There were no other enemies within three feet. Hu and Lu knew this was their chance. Although two riders came, he was still not afraid and hit him head-on.

The man galloped forward by the horse. Hu and Lu's feet had taken the opportunity to leave the stirrup. A bold idea quickly took shape in his mind. If he wanted to avoid each other's machete, he had to abandon his horse. Otherwise, even if he could kill the enemy, he would be killed by the enemy.