"It seems that the Jin Tartars were really exhausted. Once Tongguan was broken, Bianliang was exposed to the Mongolian Tartars cavalry, and the troops could be directly pointed at Zhongdu. In a few years, the Jin Tartars would follow in the footsteps of the Liao Kingdom."

In the sky, in the helicopter, Qiu Chuji put down Liu Yuxuan and handed it to him, and taught him the telescope he used, saying this.

Yang Yifei in front of him smiled and said, "It's not necessarily true, why not bet with the real person below, I bet that the Mongolian Tartars will lose this battle."

Qiu Chuji laughed in silence and said, "If the young master takes action, the Mongolian Tartars will naturally be defeated."

Yang Yifei shook his head and smiled, "If this is the case, how can I bet with the real person? The real person might as well look farther and further east."

"oh?"

Qiu Chuji curiously raised his telescope and looked east. His finger turned on the magnification regulator. The lens was closer and he found out.

"So that's it. Monk Wanyan Chen has arrived. Then the result of this battle is really unsure."

Yang Yifei smiled. He concluded that the Mongolian Tartars would be defeated, not only because he saw the reinforcements of the Jin Tartars, but also clearly knew that in history, the battle was defeated by Sobutai, and was also held accountable by Ogedei, who was entirely pleaded with Tolei to avoid punishment.

This was the first defeat in all the battles in Eurasia, and it left a strong mark in history books.

Below, Wanyan Heda led the remaining troops to flee east, and Urian Hatai pursued him relentlessly, pursuing him to kill him, vowing to take off Wanyan Heda's head.

He was under his command of infantry and the personal guards were cavalry, but the number was too small, so he did not dare to go deeper into the enemy camp. However, the problem was not big. He had to wait for the arrival of the central army, which was not in Taiwan, and Wanyan Heda and these remaining soldiers would be dead.

"Boom..."

When Urian Hatai heard the rumbling sound of hooves coming from behind, he couldn't help but get excited. When he looked back, he found that it was indeed a large group of cavalry who arrived.

The infantrymen gave to both sides and handed the battlefield to the cavalry. Wanyan Heda, who was in front, looked back and suddenly felt a sense of despair in his eyes.

Is that all over? Is it all over?

"Boom..."

Suddenly, Wanyan Heda was stunned. No, the sound of horse hooves was not only from behind, but also from the front.

He suddenly looked up and saw a curve dozens of feet ahead. He looked at the curve with hope, and gradually tightened the long-handled sword in his hand.

After a few breaths, a black piece turned out of the bend and rushed in like an angry wave. The leader was eight feet tall and burly and majestic. He had a three-stone bow in his palm, and a two-meter-long spear hung on the back of the horse. Who wasn't Monk Wanyan Chen?

Wanyan Heda and the remaining Jin soldiers were ecstatic. He held up his sword and shouted: "Separate left and right, form a formation, and prepare to counterattack Tongguan."

"Kill kill..."

The Jin soldiers who could survive to this day were all elites. They did not hesitate at all, and made a point left and left, and turned around to form a formation beside the road.

When Wurian Hatai saw Monk Wanyan Chen, his face changed drastically. He would never forget this person or this face until he died.

It was this person who led only 400 people in Dachangyuan and defeated 8,000 Mongolian warriors. Urian Hatai shouted wildly: "Form a formation, form a formation..."

Unfortunately, it was too late. In a moment, the reinforcements of the Jin Kingdom were approaching. The Jin soldiers brought by Monk Wanyan Chen only had 3,400 cavalry, but they were not afraid of the nearly 15,000 cavalry of the Mongolian army.
Chapter completed!