Is Song Yongzhong's ability to turn the tide?

It’s a pity that he has too few people!

From the steep slope of the snow-capped mountain, the speed of galloping was not even required to be chopped. He dragged his big knife and ran forward. The tribal warriors standing in front along the way were cut off a certain body part as if they were pinched by a meat grinder, and then they screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

The Indian army that was loosely attacked could not stop it at all. It was torn through the front line by this irresistible cavalry like a god descended to earth. The scythe blade broke through a hole in the long military front. The warriors of various tribes who had already attacked the Ming army camp finally collapsed in the psychological defense line.

On the entire four hundred meters of snow slope, the Indian warriors who were dragging weapons in panic and screaming back were everywhere. For the cavalry, these were simply the favorite prey and food, just like the scattered flowers of the heavenly girl, sixteen hundred teams scattered, followed by the scattered tribal warriors and slashed all the way.

But this time, Mao Xingjian and Song Yongzhong agreed that when the entire enemy army was dispatched and scattered on the entire battlefield, they attacked one after another and completely defeated the main tribes in the western part of the continent. Unfortunately, before mobilizing all tribes, the camp could no longer hold on. Looking at the crumbling flag, Song Yongzhong finally did not have the best time to fight.

Governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh food! The same is true for the war. One minute earlier will not be enough, and one minute later will be burnt and nothing will be fresh. And there is never a chance to come back. While chasing, I suddenly heard the whistling of the wind in my ears. I don’t know how many times the physical instincts condensed by life and death experiences have almost never passed through my brain. Song Yongzhong has turned his body and let the gun pass by his body.

But the large army composed of Mongolian and grassland Han people led by him was not so lucky. Amid the screams, the dense javelin rain Lianming cavalry brought their people to more than 100. The setting sun at 4:30 was shining dazzlingly in his pupils. He suddenly wrapped his horses around and looked around. When he turned around, he saw the tall people of the Kuoji tribe lined up in front of the formation, but the heavy javelins pierced armor were raised high and ready to go. Later, as tribal wizards shouted and roared, the fleeing tribe warriors gathered again at a speed of cheating, and once again erecting the spears in a dense manner.

Many muskets seized by the Spanish and Ming Dynasty were driven forward with shouts! Seeing this scene, Song Yongzhong did not have any desire to fight, and directly blew the whistle suddenly, and then he pulled the horse and ran to the mountain without looking back.

The brigade of cavalry followed him and turned around and retreated closely.

Mao Xingjian's battle results today are enough to be brilliant. Eight thousand tribes fought against 80,000 people, defeated six consecutive attacks, and killed and injured nearly tens of thousands of enemies. Today, he cut all the combat power of the vast Western Continent of North America and the strong men who can fight were reduced by one eighth.

However, with the power of a corps, it was still difficult to resist half of the continent. When Song Yongzhong led his troops back, the entire camp was in a mess. More than a dozen field artillery collapsed on the bright red walls, and corpses were everywhere in the mountains. Looking at it, there were not many large camps standing. Song Yongzhong even had an illusion that he had been wiped out!

With a roar, the cavalry who followed him to complete the charge quickly got on the horse, then hurriedly took out the wheat without bran from the bag and fed it to the mouth of the war horse. Song Yongzhong did not choose to beat the Indian brigade just now, and it was also because of this that the seemingly powerful Ming cavalry was actually strong outside and the middle.

In the wild, if you only eat grass, horses need to eat for 17 or 8 hours a day to meet their physical needs. After being bred, in order to ensure the explosive power of the marching and battlefield, feeding the horses can be reduced to one or two hours. This is also the reason why the ancient Central Plains countries could not support a large number of cavalry units. The food required by a horse is enough to be comparable to more than a dozen infantry soldiers.

When in the Lakta, the wheat straw and rice bran cut from autumn could be used as food to support the seven or eight points of the war horses. However, the Ninth Corps did not have an extra baggage team. They only rely on marching carriages and did not carry enough food and grass. How to carry the war horses? These days, the cavalry teams climbed over the valley every day to search for tree bark and hay in the forest to feed the horses. The war horses could only maintain a five-point state and ran for more than ten minutes. Some war horses were already trembling with their calves.

Song Yongzhong knew that he could no longer fight in this state! It was time to make the decision to save the entire corps! He ordered his subordinates to watch, and he rushed to the top of the trench with a sabre.

The handsome flag still stood there, whistling by the mountain wind, facing the sunset, covered with a layer of gorgeous color, but under the escort of more than a dozen personal soldiers stained with blood in the conquest, the man standing under the handsome flag was kneeling dejectedly on the ground.

Not far away, the headless female body lies stiffly in the snow and ice. A few strands of blood-stained black hair leaked out from her arms. Mao Xingjian sat on the snow as if he had lost his soul. His right hand was swollen and unable to move, but in his left hand, he was still playing with a chain-like lighter.

"Prince!"

"I can't fight again! The last general is behind the cavalry. Now he has time to retreat. Once the sun sets, Yin Man will be able to retreat again and there is no way to retreat! Your Highness, let's make a quick decision for the general!"

Listening to Song Yongzhong's anxious shouting, Mao Xingjian seemed to have finally come back to his senses. However, looking at the bloody ideas on his face, the prince seemed to have returned to the prince who had just arrived in the New World. He suddenly held the cold lighter with his left hand, but he asked casually.

"Brother Song, you are in your early thirties this year, right? The flowers are so blooming that they must be broken. When the flowers are not empty, they will be broken! It's time to get married! When I return to the Ming Dynasty, I will introduce my sister to you. How about it?"

Unexpectedly, Mao Xingjian was still intent on making jokes. He was so anxious that he almost spit out. Song Yongzhong clasped his fists again: "Prince!"

But Mao Xingjian reached out to interrupt him again, and suddenly pulled the cold lighter back into his arms with a loud bang. His stiff right hand was struggling to point forward.

"listen!"

He turned around in surprise. On the dazzling horizon, on the other end of the valley, several blurry black shadows were difficult to be reflected in front of the cavalry commander. As Mao Xingjian said, he listened to the whistling wind for a few seconds. Finally, a joyful look was revealed on Song Yongzhong's dark face!

It was a rhythmic sound, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

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At the foot of the mountain, after experiencing the fierce attack of cavalry and the hatred of the murder of the heavenly witch, the Indian warriors quickly gathered again. This time, the tribal leaders such as cutting their heads, two pots of boiling water, big horns, and galli Niu also stood on the front line. With the strange prayer of the tribal wizards, they were once again inspired by the primitive religion. The tribal warriors, who were full of fanaticism, shouted as they shouted, and launched a charge towards the Ming army camp halfway up the mountain, as if they were tireless.

But in the midst of the roar, suddenly, from the mountains, the shrill and long sound of the horn suddenly rang, and suddenly turned around in shock. The dazzling sunlight made Dajiao squint his eyes and then he saw clearly that behind him, on the mountains, small black dots came out from the other end of the mountain like floods passing through the dam!

"besides!"

I don’t know who roared in horror. From the direction of the Snake River Plain, a rich black line became increasingly thicker on the horizon. Shocking sounds came one after another, and more black spots suddenly entered the mountains from all directions.

At that time, Adrena did not enter the Snake River Plain, and gave Mao Xingjian two reasons: one was short of food! The other was that the Indian tribe was particularly good at mountain and forest guerrillas. If they were consumed with them, it would last for a long time!

But now, both problems have been conquered by Mao Xingjian. Almost all the male members of the Sioux tribes, who had a large amount of grain, were attracted by him to the Knee Valley, and the Sioux people, which were only the elderly, weak, women and children, were left. For the Adrena Expeditionary Force, which had tens of thousands of cavalry, it was a grain warehouse for random storage.

Moreover, in the western part of the New World, more than 20 tribes of all sizes and large and small, almost all of them were attracted to this place. These hunters in the mountains and forests gave up their best raid guerrilla warfare and fought a dignified formation with the Ming army in the closed valley! This is simply a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to annihilate them!

As long as the foresighted coach is aware that the opportunity must not be lost, let alone Adrena, who has been following Mao Jue for many years, the hand of the empire! From the beginning, Mao Xingjian did not intend to solve all problems with his own corps. He was like the ice edges of the battleship that were blown off by the wind more than a month ago. The tiny ice edges hit the ice cover and smashed into pieces, without causing any waves. However, the omen he brought was that the unruly warship like a bull swayed in the strong wind, and the unparalleled power of these fragile ice layers collapsed!

Even after many years, the Indians who experienced this war could not forget the fear they experienced that day. Heavy shrapnel flares, like meteorites in the end of the world, dragging black smoke and harsh whistling, suddenly fell on their heads! The heavy and sharp shrapnel flares were split into pieces, and even the most powerful warrior was fragile like a baby in front of this devil witchcraft.

On the spacious Engu Avenue, there was a group of Ming people who emerged from somewhere, and they couldn't see the end. They shouted and charged forward. In their hands, crackling white smoke burst out one after another. With the sound of bean-like thunder, the tribal warriors fell into a pool of blood before they even saw the other party's face.

But the most frightening thing was the sound of horse hooves. In the fearful eyes of the tribesmen, the heavy armored Ming cavalry were like an avalanche. The horse hooves splashed large pieces of snow foam and rushed down from all directions. The heavy horse hooves trampled under the heavy horse hooves. The warriors of the entire tribe disappeared cleanly like the wheat in autumn.

With anger, he was still fighting the trapped beasts with a fierce temper. He was carrying a human head and a burly chief with a burly nose cut his head and held a battle axe high. He neighed and rushed to the Ming cavalry who was attacking from the far right and responded. He was galloping at the forefront of the cavalry. Looking at the barbarians with tall horses, Liu Zongmin narrowed his eyes calmly, and used to lean forward with his hands in his hands. With the crisp sound of the crack, the horses had already penetrated.

Behind him, the head on his back was still hanging there like a fruit, but the terrifying and disgusting hideous head in front had disappeared, and the heavy body fell to the ground with a burst of blood splashing out like a spring water.

In the center of the tribal army formation, listening to the fearful screams of his people, Dajiao fell to the ground in dejectedly, and raised his hands high towards the sky with prayer. Behind him, after a few screams, several Central Plains infantry, who were also carrying spears but were heavily armored, appeared there. Looking at the chief kneeling on the ground, the infantry looked at each other in shock, and the next second, the sharp spear still pierced.

With the sound of going out, a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out of his mouth. He looked at the bloody spearhead of the spearhead, and the big horn finally bent and raised his hands to the sky. As the spearhead was pulled away, the leader of the largest tribal alliance in the south also fell to the blood-red snow with despair and confusion on his face.

Behind the entire army, he was riding a white horse and wearing a thick tweed military uniform. The cloak was floating like a Valkyrie. Adrena raised her axe in her hand and pointed to the chaotic battlefield. Even though she looked at the Ming army camp, which was surrounded by blood on the opposite hillside, and then she squeezed out a word from her red lips.

"kill!"
Chapter completed!