"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound of gunfire filled the smoke, and the unique sound of the dart bullets swept across the Mongolian royal cavalry. The Mongolian soldiers who rushed to the front pulled out their bows and arrows and were about to shoot arrows again staggered and rolled down.

The companion who followed him lowered his head in disbelief, and a dart about an inch was inserted into his chest.

At a distance of more than twenty steps, the penetration power of the dart bullets is extremely strong, and can often shoot through the opponent's body and kill the enemies behind. The Jurchen mercenaries only fired in one round, causing heavy casualties and injuries to the Mongolian cavalry.

Nurhaci put the hollow short spear into the skin, pulled out the sword and raised it over his head, and slashed hard at the Mongolian cavalry.

Blood burst out, and the Mongolian cavalry was cut in half by a fierce knife. Nurhaci did not stop and rushed towards the second enemy.

He slashed his sword and slashed, regardless of whether the enemy was caught or not, he did not turn around and rushed into the Mongolian cavalry in an unwavering manner.

The ordinary sword slashed on his body, Nurhaci didn't even hide, and he would avoid it only when he encountered heavy weapons. The moment the two sides fought, the mercenaries in plate armor had the advantage.

Although there were considerable casualties in the hedge against the Mongols, the Mongols suffered greater losses. When the two teams hedge by, less than half of the Mongols could still ride on horses.

On the other hand, there were only a thousand casualties of mercenaries, and they rushed towards the flag with a "screaming" scream.

Seeing this, Bu Boyan was uneasy and pointed to the mercenary rushing over and asked, "Where did this come from? Why is it more fierce than Li Chengliang's servant?"

No one answered Bu Boyan's question because they were also confused. The mercenaries caught them off guard as if they suddenly appeared.

"Bonis! Take Xiaolin Dan back to the royal court first, and the rest will follow Ben Khan to fight!" Bu Boyan said, pulling out the scimitar with gems on his waist.

When Xiaolin Dan saw that his grandfather was about to do it himself, she said anxiously: "Oh Boge! I won't leave! I want to kill the Han dog with Oh Boge and stay and fight to the death!"

Bu Boyan looked at his grandson deeply, squeezed out a smile and said, "Little Lin Dan! Don't forget what he said, you are a descendant of the Golden Family, and you are born to be the king of the grassland!

In the future, the grassland will need you to lead and restore the glory of the Mongol Empire!

Oh Boge can't let you take risks. Listen to Oh Boge's words and go back to the royal court to wait for Oh Boge's news!"

When Xiaolin Dan heard this, she gave up struggling and turned around and was led to the distance.

Bu Boyan stared at the mercenary getting closer and closer, raised the sword in his hand high, and shouted with all his strength: "Kill all the dogs!"

Five thousand Mongolian cavalry followed in unison and rushed to the mercenaries behind Bu Boyan.

When the mercenaries came to the camp, they were rejected by the Liaodong army. In particular, Li Chengliang's attitude made them angry. They, who were already tough, found an opportunity to vent their anger and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry for fear of their lives, regardless of whether there were any Mongols behind them.

He hedged with the Mongols again, and the mercenaries once again gained the upper hand. As the flesh and blood flew, Nurhaci could see the towering flag at a glance.

Immediately urged the horse to rush forward, and there was almost no one-union enemy in front of me. Even if I could block his attack, I would be chopped down by the foreheads that followed me.

The closer it was to the big flag, the more dense the Mongolian cavalry was. Nurhaci was slashing and slashing hard, and Eyidu's voice came from his ears: "Brother, go and kill old man Bu Boyan, leave it to me here!"

Nurhaci turned around slightly, and saw that his forehead was pulled out a wooden pole and connected it to the big knife in his hand. The moment he rushed towards the enemy, he jumped high from the war horse, and the big knife in his hand drew a graceful arc and slashed at the Mongolians.

This sword was particularly fierce. Not only did it chop off the cavalry on the horse's back, but even the war horses were cut off with one knife. Eryi stood underground, held up the sword and shouted: "Big Sword Team! Gather!"

Immediately, about a thousand cavalrymen jumped off their war horses, held their swords high and lined up next to Eryidu.

The Mongolian cavalry hedged were almost stunned and could not understand why these people were not riding their war horses and had to jump down to fight in the field.

But they soon understood the horror of the big sword. No one could escape the fate of one sword or two.

Gradually, the Mongolian cavalry subconsciously bypassed the group of madmen holding big swords, while Nurhaci rushed towards the big flag with the remaining cavalry.

I don’t know how far he rushed out and how many opponents he killed, Nurhaci felt that his eyes were empty, and the tall flag was already in front of him.

The cavalry guarding a team of thousands of people under his command was staring at him fiercely.

"Who are you? Since you are not a Han person, why should you be enemies with the Mongolian warriors?

As long as you are willing to help me, Mongolian warriors defeat the Han people, my Mongolian Khan Bu Boyan is willing to wait for you to have the most plump grassland, and your family will be in charge forever..." Although Bu Boyan could not recognize the Jurchen mercenaries who had come out, he could hear from the other party's shouting that these people were not Han people.

He really didn't understand where these fierce guys emerged. As long as the other party was not a Han Chinese, he should be able to win over.

Especially when he saw the opponent breaking through layers of defense and reaching the flag, he couldn't help but shout.

Nurhaci did not stop the war horse and shouted: "Bu Boyan! Although we are Jurchens, we belong to Nuergandus!

The Marquis’ enemy is our Jurchen enemy!

Death!”

After the words came, Nurhaci rushed into the Mongols. Bu Boyan did not dare to fight Nurhaci at all, and was protected by his subordinates to escape to the distance.

Nurhaci rushed to the flag flag, waved his knife and slashed hard on the flagpole. The wood chips flew around, and the flag flag shook, making an unwilling sound, and finally fell down with a bang.

The fall of the Mongolian flag confused the cavalry besieged by the Liaodong army. They didn't understand why the upcoming battle failed?

Some people wanted to turn around and check, while others wanted to continue besieging the Liaodong army, and the battlefield suddenly became chaotic.

Li Chengliang seized the opportunity and beat the war drums himself. The Liaodong Army was as powerful as a dragon, killing the Mongols to retreat step by step.

The besieged servants also saw hope for victory and took advantage of the chaos to break out of the siege and fight in the direction of the big flag falling down.

Before they could get close, hundreds of mercenaries holding big swords were seen sitting on the bodies resting, scattered corpses scattered around them.

"Are you..." Li Ruzhang recognized the plate armor on the other party and asked.

A lazy voice sounded: "We just want to share your credit with Tungus savages. I accidentally stole your limelight. Please don't be angry, Major General!"

E Yidu's answer made Li Ruzhang want to find a crack in the ground and want to curse him back, but he thought that if there were no them, the Liaodong Army would have failed today.

Li Ruzhang suppressed his aggrievance, his face turned red and clasped his fists, and said, "Thank you!"
Chapter completed!