Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 603 Charge into the Battle (Third Change)

Mang Gurtai led the elite soldiers under his command to ride on horseback. They needed to make a circle and a half to reach He Jinzhao's back.

As long as He Jinzhao is killed before the battle, this battle can turn a disadvantage into an advantage.

He believed that for Ba Yala under his command, winning more with less was as simple as drinking water.

Neither the Mongols nor Minggou are their opponents.

Mang Gurtai personally led the charge and wanted to kill He Jinzhao, but a large wave of Mongolian cavalry appeared in front of them.

"Rush over." Mangurtai didn't pay attention to them at all.

Bibang Chataiji yelled in Mongolian: "Let the arrows go."

The arrows jingled on Ba Yala's body, even if there were more than a dozen arrows hanging on his body, he would not die in battle.

Only the war horses under their crotches would be affected, but more than a dozen people fell to the ground.

I agree that the Mongols' archery skills do not have much advantage in front of this group of people.

As soon as the two sides met, the arrow hit the cheek, and many people fell to the ground.

Mang Gurtai held a big knife, ran towards the Mongols and cut them off.

The two horses staggered, and the Mongolian soldiers fell to the ground directly, and were trampled like torn rags by the follow-up army horses.

The Mongols are no longer good at charging.

The Hou Jin army had Mang Gurtai, a strong general, leading the way, followed by dozens of elite soldiers who were like soldier kings.

Just like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, there is no resistance at all.

Even one of Bibang Chataiji's hands was cut off by the Houjin Tartars.

He Jinzhao stepped on the side of the chariot, leaned on the flagpole, and watched with a binoculars.

I have to admit that although Mang Gurtai is irritable, he has been killed from the sea of ​​corpses and blood for so many years, so he is really brave.

Since he wanted to make a comeback with his courage, he continued Houjin's record.

Today's tactical method of peeling onions happened to be used by him.

Bibang Chataiji endured the pain, grabbed the rein with one hand, and called on the soldiers to continue running forward.

Not only must the flag left by Daikin on the slope be cut down, but the Mongols in Horqin, such as Auba, must not be allowed to escape.

Wang Jia, captain of the personal guard of Wang Peng, the deputy general of Ji Town, saw the Jurchen Tartars rushing out from the densely packed Mongolian cavalry.

Holding a spear in hand, he shouted, "Kill the Tartars!"

These servants received double their salaries on weekdays, and it was impossible for them to starve like ordinary soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, the military order was obtained, and everyone stepped forward bravely.

Without giving Mangurtai the time to adjust the bow and arrow, he rushed over directly on his horse.

Swords and guns intersect, and war horses gallop.

People were knocked off their horses constantly, lying on the ground, unable to get up.

With his horse between his legs, Mang Gurtai chopped down a Ming soldier with a knife in one hand, and the soldiers behind him were also chopped down.

But due to the three-layer armor, it is impossible to break through the defense.

Aside from those Ba Yala, they couldn't break through the defense in a short time, but the equipment of Ba Yala's attendants was comparable to that of the officers and soldiers.

The sound of fighting on the battlefield has already overshadowed everything else.

"Captain." The exhausted Zhang Neng dragged a rope ten steps away: "I caught a big fish."

"Captain, and me!" Xin Sizhong also roared.

Holding the flagpole, He Jinzhao jumped off the fence of the chariot and looked at a Jurchen tied up by the two of them.

His right arm was cut off, and Didi Lala was bleeding at this time, his face was very pale, and there was a money mouse tail on his head.

The road we walked left a drop of blood.

"He said he was Mangurtai's eldest son, and the captain asked me to send it to you, saying it might be useful."

Zhang Neng fell to the ground tiredly, subconsciously smiling.

He Jinzhao looked at the Jurchen in front of him, Mai Dali endured great pain and looked up at the Han commander in front of him.

He couldn't figure out why this group of people was much stronger than the official army, why they didn't fight Daming, but helped Lin Danhan, that trash.

"He said he was the son of Mang Gurtai, but I also said that I am the son of the Yellow Emperor!"

He Jinzhao put his arm on the fence of the battlefield: "Mang Gurtai is about to die in battle, and it's useless to capture his son."

"impossible!"

Mai Dali yelled, he wanted to be King Khan of Dajin, even though he wanted Huang Taiji to die, he imitated Huang Taiji everywhere.

Because it really works!

"Ah."

He Jinzhao didn't bother to argue with him, someone would bring Mangurtai's head in front of him.

"Impossible." Seeing that He Jinzhao ignored him, Mai Dali broke his defense and started yelling.

Xin Sizhong slapped him hard and made him fall to the ground so as not to affect the team leader's thinking.

"Captain, let me go."

Liu Erhu leaned on the flagpole and stood on the fence to observe through the binoculars. Those Jurchen Tartars definitely did not exceed 50 people.

Let Gao Yigong make such a charge, how many can be left?
Not to mention eating meat, you can't even drink soup.

Then he ran almost [-] miles from Shanxi, just to watch the excitement, and then returned with class.

Couldn't it be that the brothers around him can get more rewards if they haven't accumulated any combat achievements?

"Er Hu, you take this man who claims to be the son of Mang Gurtai to guard behind the car formation, maybe you can get the head."

"Hey."

Liu Erhu hurriedly jumped down, and ran to the back of the car formation with his personal guards.

Gao Yigong led [-] cavalry under his command to run towards the battlefield. As the last reserve team, they have been fighting for almost two hours.

They recharge their energy and store up their energy in order to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

Mang Gurtai led a hundred men to kill thousands of Mongols and 500 officers.

At this moment, he looked back, and there were only thirty white armored soldiers and a dozen or so attendants left behind.

The white armor soldiers have never lost more than 20 people in one breath!
Mangurtai predicted that none of the white armor soldiers would be lost, and their attendants would die as soon as they died.

But in the chaos army, it is inevitable that someone will be knocked off the horse.

Under tens of thousands of hooves, wearing three layers of armor, it can only be the result of being trampled to death and being given a stick.

"what!"

Mang Gurtai let out a loud cry to vent his anger.

The white armor soldier is his treasure!
It is also the root of his struggle for Khan.

Mangurtai felt sorry for his family, but he was not much better.

The waist knife in his hand was cut so badly that it was rolled into scrap iron, and the remaining big knife was also broken by the mace.

As the leader, he will naturally be attacked from all directions, and everyone wants to complete the feat of fighting in battle.

Mang Gurtai threw away the waist knife in his hand, wiped the blood from his face, and drew out the Yanling Saber his father gave him.

He showed his sword in front of Huang Taiji, and he wanted this knife to chop Huang Taiji alive, and let him be the sweat of Dajin.

The continuous offensive is not over yet.

Only then did Mang Gurtai draw out his waist knife, and in front of him was another group of well-equipped cavalry raiding.

He could no longer control the expression on his face, and said viciously, "Kill me!"

The soldiers behind Mang Gurtai echoed loudly, they were never afraid of death, nor were they afraid of death.

If Manggurtai died here today, even if they escaped, they would not survive.

Why not fight with the general, the army is trapped here, it is difficult to get out.

(End of this chapter)