Xie Shiliu is a scouting officer of hundreds of families. Since the construction of Hami City, he has led his subordinates to and from Hami and yilibali.

After a long time of sentry, he was gradually promoted from the general flag officer to a hundred family officers, but his horses and subordinates changed countless times.

There was still no enemy in front. Xie 16 looked back at his subordinates and looked at those familiar faces.

He knew that after this time, some people would disappear under his command, and then some people would come in.

This is life, this is battle!

"Find the enemy riding!"

An observation sergeant in the line suddenly shouted.

Xie 16 raised his telescope and saw the other party galloping for more than 300 rides. He said, "retreat!"

He rushed to the left first and followed closely under his command. A chief flag officer came up and shouted, "Sir, spell it and see how many people they have come."

Xie 16 turned around first, and then the whip waved, and there was a whip mark on the face of the chief flag officer on his side.

The chief flag officer screamed miserably. When he was puzzled, Xie 16 scolded: "what's special! How can you break through more than 100 to 300? How can you kill and report back? You fool, if you want to make a contribution, kill the enemy more. Don't think of killing people!"

When the commander of the general flag was scolded, he slowed down. Xie 16 shouted, "blow the horn!"

The bleak horn sounded, and the coalition cavalry shouted and began to accelerate.

The two sides chased all the way. When they saw the Ming army brigade, the coalition scouts slowed down and cruised nearby, but refused to retreat.

Li Ying said, "special! Sir, they have more scouts than us. It's hard to get supplies along the way. Are they rich?"

Yang Xiong shook his head and said, "Samarkand controls many places, including cultivated land, so they take advantage of us in supply."

"My Lord!"

Without shouting, Yang Xiong already saw the enemy troops swarming in.

"My Lord, more than 3000 people! Did Gou RI's meat charm give them hands?"

The enemy in the distance began to slow down. It was not fear, but letting the horses rest.

Of course Yang Xiong knew this, so he said coldly, "let's rest first. This is an advantage. They have many people, which is also an advantage. But they think we dare not take the initiative to attack. What's this?"

Li Ying's eyes were full of blood. He drew his knife and shouted, "Sir, kill it!"

Yang Xiong stared at the approaching enemy and shouted, "Daming wins!"

With a long hiss, the horse fell to the ground and accelerated forward.

"Daming wins!"

Like other soldiers, Li Ying held up his long knife and shouted, and then followed closely.

Two thousand to three thousand, the Ming army took the initiative to launch an attack, which surprised the coalition soldiers who were slowing down and letting their horses rest.

However, just as the two sides fought many times in front, the coalition generals did not hesitate at all, nor did they lead their men to circuitously look for fighters.

"Kill the enemy!"

Perhaps the two sides have fought too many times, so there is no passion collision.

After the cold order, the two sides galloped towards each other.

"Shoot an arrow!"

As soon as the distance reached, both sides began to attack the enemy with bows and arrows.

So the horse screamed and fell, and the soldier covered the arrow and called

Because the horse was too fast, the grenades of the Ming army could not work.

But Yang Xiong has more powerful means.

The more than 100 Ming troops who had been trailing behind had stopped. After they got off the horse, they quickly assembled them with their own things.

Just as the two sides were about to collide, a household official shouted, "check!"

The little thing quickly assembled is a small stone throwing machine.

The two small stone throwing machines designed by Zhu Fang and carefully built by the workshop glitter with metal brilliance in the sun.

The leads of several grenades were entangled, and the catapult was ready.

"Fire!"

The fire folded close and the lead burst.

The grenade fell into the middle of the enemy and exploded. As soon as the enemy's taxi gas was hit, the two sides collided.

"Daming wins!"

Yang Xiong was the first to rush in, his hand fell with a knife, and the head on the other side flew up. At the same time, a coalition officer shouted, "it's the bear!"

Yang Xiong's long Dao is not standard, but a specially made super long Dao.

Moreover, his long knife has two blades. It looks like a super large heavy sword.

The long knife cuts left and right. No matter what weapon it is, it is vulnerable to attack.

As the highest officer of Hami garrison, Yang Xiong should not lead a team to sweep away each other's Rangers, but he has to come at least six or seven times out of ten times.

He was like an arrow, rushing towards the middle of the coalition.

"It's the bear!"

On the battlefield, the Allied soldiers began to fear. Facing the front arrow, they began to avoid both sides.

Poof!

Yang Xiong was killed. After killing the enemy on the right, the enemy on the left screamed. He was probably scared crazy. He flew up from his horse and was ready to take Yang Xiong off his horse.

Yang Xiong shouted loudly and slapped out with a long knife.

There are no moves to fight on the battlefield. The so-called moves are just a summary of their best means after life and death.

But everyone's means are different, so a set of knife technique is suitable for you, but not necessarily for others.

The ridge of the long knife slapped heavily on the face of the flying enemy.

The face was flat as if it had been shot by a meteorite.

After Yang Xiong patted the enemy and saw that there was a smooth road ahead, he couldn't help but rush out with blood in his chest.

A few more white cotton like clouds in the sky blocked the sun, and a few more shadows suddenly appeared on the endless grassland.

Under the shadow, the green grass was blown by the breeze and bent slightly.

A breath of soil and grass blew past, intoxicating.

"Daming wins!"

When Yang Xiong's huge long knife was raised again, he shouted in unison with his command who turned his horse around.

"Retreat!"

The Allied general gnashed his teeth and issued an order, then scolded: "he hid his flag, and the bear learned to cheat and became a fox!"

The Allied forces began to flee to the distance, and the Ming army pursuing behind also played a flag.

"It's the bear!"

At the head of the city in Yili, those who watched the whole war were looking at the moving flag.

"The bear is coming. Send someone out of the city to send thirty... No, fifty sheep!"

The leader clenched his teeth and ordered, but it was not hatred, but unwilling to give up.

Fifty sheep is a huge sum of money for a small tribe of thousands of people.

So when the Ming army came back, a group of white clouds of sheep stopped the way.

"It's our intention to meet your excellency."

The shepherd who came to "give gifts" looked at the bloody Yang Xiong tremblingly, for fear that he would let his subordinates trample himself into meat and mud in a rage.

Yang Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly and asked, "but it was poisoned?"

"Help..."

The shepherd knew the Daming dialect, so he was sent out.

Seeing him, he fell on the ground and called for help. Instead, Yang Xiong relieved his doubts and said, "the whole army dismounted for dinner."

The shepherd lay face down on the grass trembling. Gradually, there were more voices around and the scream of sheep.

He quietly raised his head and saw Yang Xiong talking to people.

"The scouts keep an eye on them and return after a two-day journey. Then we'll go back to Hami for repair and come back next time."

After Yang Xiong gave the order, he said angrily, "the morale of these coalition forces is not high. They even break at once. Don't they have anyone?"