More soldiers rushed forward, and some soldiers could not wait. They jumped into the water more than ten steps away, and without exception, they were covered by the water. Fortunately, there were baggage soldiers and civilians behind them. They fished these reckless soldiers out of the water and rescued them to the pontoon bridge.

After a little break, Li Congye continued to move forward. The silver armor on his body quickly turned pink, and then purple-red. More soldiers rushed up behind him. From a gap to a semicircular array, the soldiers spontaneously formed small circular arrays. Their array methods were skillful, outstanding in combat skills, outstanding physical skills, extraordinary courage, and rich in combat experience. Before these excellent soldiers, although they were all elite armored soldiers collected as much as possible from the Mongolian Taiji, the gaps that the soldiers had prominently opened until they opened up a huge gap.

The most noticeable thing is Li Congye's side. Zhang Shixiong, who was dancing two long swords in his hand, was always fighting to move closer to Li Congye. Several soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding iron rods were also very eye-catching. They were like iron beasts, and the heavy armor on their bodies was not afraid of bows and arrows. The iron rods in their hands were amazingly powerful. One swing and one swing would kill the enemy. Under their fighting, the space in front became larger and larger. Behind them, teams of musketeers had already begun to line up and prepare to shoot the archers on both sides.

"Who are they?" Zhang Han couldn't help but say, "Where did the war soldiers use iron rods?"

"It's the Lancer Regiment." Zhang Shixiong was not there, and another attendant officer replied nervously: "It's Lakshen, Lu Bukuan, and Li Baxiong, all the Lancer Regiment officers."

It turned out to be an officer of the Lancer Regiment. The combat mission of the Lancer Regiment this time was not heavy. Only nearly half of the people were sent to the left wing to insert the enemy behind to hold the enemy. Because the Lancer Regiment had been fighting for nearly two months, it had lost a lot of personnel and had many injuries. The military command only sent out the remaining elites in the Lancer Regiment in good condition. In this way, many officers stayed there without a task. These guys must have seen the fierce battle scenes, so they mixed into the war team to kill the enemy. They were cavalry and had not been trained in the array of war soldiers, but with their martial arts and iron armor and iron rods, the Northern Barbarians could not resist the enemy.

"Lakshen..." Zhang Han sighed: "I remember he is under Yinding."

"That's because Yinding is afraid of delaying his future, so he told you specifically to ask him to join the Lancer regiment."

"Yes." Zhang Han nodded slightly and said, "It's all for the best."

Yinding, a Mongolian Taiji who is equal to Zhang Han, is an ally and a friend. In the future, the Tumote tribe in the post-war period will definitely be a big shot with real power. His subordinates now have considerable strength, which is also Zhang Han intends to cultivate. However, Yinding intends to send some of the most brave officers under his command to He Yusheng's army, which is equivalent to giving up his most capable subordinates to Zhang Han for use.

After all, both sides were fighting, but fortunately they knew the limits and boundaries. So far, it can be confirmed that Yinding will still be happy to cooperate with Zhang Han in the future.

The gunshot finally rang out, and a large area of ​​Mongolians were knocked to the ground. At this time, the sound of cannons stopped. One was that they had fired multiple rounds, the barrels were hot and needed to cool down before firing. The other was that the two armies had already fought each other in close combat, and the artillery was likely to be injured by accident, so it would be better not to fire.

A Beilu Taiji led his most elite armored cavalry toward Li Congye and others. An iron man with an iron rod rushed forward and suddenly stepped on his hands. The Taiji even smashed his horse and his horse into pieces. The remaining armored cavalry wanted to avenge their master, but was cut to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables by the rest of the soldiers.

After the floating bridge was set up, the brigade of soldiers and gunmen rushed over, and afterwards there were the entire team of spearmen. After seeing a large number of gun arrays lined up by the river, the Mongolians finally couldn't stand it. They were already performing extraordinaryly today because the power of the cannons was limited. At the same time, they were guarding the estuary to shoot arrows, and they played their own strengths. After the floating bridge was set up and the warriors and gunmen broke through, the Mongols' will to resist immediately disappeared, and the only thing left was to escape.

The entire five or six miles long river bank was already in chaos, and the cavalry and herdsmen in the back team had already escaped on their own. Among them were Taiji people. Seeing that something was wrong, these Genghis Khan or the descendants of the Mongolian nobles fled faster than anyone else. Even if someone had already thought of surrender, they would not choose to surrender at this time.

The horses ran apart with cavalry, and behind them were large groups of armored soldiers and herdsmen. Because they had to fight in the infantry, many of their horses were tied elsewhere, and they were unable to find them in a hurry. Some people were even eager to escape. After untied the horses, they stepped on and ran away, regardless of other horses. This made a large number of herdsmen and armored soldiers not have horses to ride. The Mongolians had no horses as if the Han people had no legs. Many people were confused and didn't know what to do.

At this time, the old Taijibatel, who was both white-hearted and beautiful, wanted to ride a horse forward. There were only dozens of his most trusted armored guards around him. The crowd was surging backwards, but Old Batel was trying hard to move forward.

Countless people saw such a scene. People were desperately escaping north, and only dozens of people were going upstream. The old Taiji held a long spear and bravely moved forward.

When Zhang Han saw it, his face became very serious.

Yinding saw it, and many Mongolians standing on He Yusheng's side also saw it. Yinding couldn't help but burst into tears, but he quickly wiped the tears away.

Of course, the soldiers of Yusheng also saw this scene where Wang Changfu, Liang Xing and others looked at the other side with respect.

Zhang Shixiong has already met with Li Tongye, and they have also seen such a scene.

Li Gongyezheng didn't know what to do.

The armor on his body was soaked in blood, but now it is difficult for Li Congye to do it himself. Countless war soldiers lined up in front of him, and the soldiers' movements were even a little rude. No one was willing to ask his chief general to rush towards the enemy formation with a light attack.

The gunmen lined up in rows on both sides, bursting loudly. More and more corpses were lying on the ground, blood soaked in the turf, and the seriously injured screamed and moaned, as well as cried endlessly.

The Mongols claimed to die bravely, but when death really came, their performance was no better than the soldiers of other nations. They were even weaker and more timid for various reasons.

Li Congye watched the scene of Old Batel coming back and was somewhat expeditioned. He said, "I originally looked down on the Mongols. In the battle of Hekou today, I finally saw some death-death Northern Barbarians. Old Batel is one of them. I don't know what to do."

Zhang Shixiong touched his chin. His beard had just been shaved off, and his chin was full of fun. Zhang Shixiong thought for a while and said, "I don't want to figure out what the lord meant, but I personally feel that if a warrior is willing to die on the battlefield, it is best to fulfill his wish. For a warrior, dying on the battlefield is definitely more glorious than dying in bed in old age."

Li Congye asked Zhang Shixiong that he wanted to know Zhang Han’s thoughts. Zhang Shixiong was a military officer who followed Zhang Han. At least he should know if Zhang Han wanted to keep the life of this old Taiji.

Since Zhang Shixiong expressed his own idea, Li Congye waved his hand very simply and said, "I'm tired of fighting. You and Laxunlubukuan and Li Baxiong will take the life of Old Batel."

"Okay!" Zhang Shixiong agreed, and his swords shook, and several strands of blood and countless blood beads were shaken off by him.

Zhang Shixiong found Lakshen and others, and everyone moved forward together. The Mongols around him saw this group of fierce beasts with iron armor and blood, and all fled in the wind.

After walking hundreds of steps forward, everyone had already killed piles of Beilu, with corpses piled up behind him, and blood was flowing all over the ground. Behind these people was a long bloody road.

Zhang Shixiong was facing Old Bater, and the rest of them met the guards with iron rods. In an instant, Zhang Shixiong's ears were filled with crackling sounds, and there were also muffled groans and screams. He glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw that Lakshen and others had already knocked down more than a dozen guards. As long as they were hit by a dozen iron rods, they would all be broken and died on the spot. A Mongolian armored soldier was hit on the head, and his entire head seemed to be hit into his neck.

Old Batel said to Zhang Shixiong: "I am a hero for a lifetime, and I hope I will not die at the hands of an unknown person."

The old man's muscles and bones were decayed, and he knew that he must be no match for this powerful military man with two swords.

Zhang Shixiong said: "I am Zhang Shixiong, the close military officer next to Lord Zhang."

"Okay." Old Battel actually smiled. He didn't care about the life and death of his subordinates. He clamped his legs and galloped forward, and his long spear stabbed Zhang Shixiong.

Zhang Shixiong dodged past this slow spear without hesitation. He used force with his left and right legs at the same time, and waved his right knife into the air. He felt his right hand stagnant. When he looked back, Old Bater's white head had been cut off and flew in the air.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Zhang Shixiong felt that the old Mongolian man actually smiled slightly.

When he saw Lao Taiji's head, a scream sounded from the south bank of the river.

There was no lack of shock in the voice, some people felt sorry for their deep hatred with the Mongolians. Even if it was such an old Mongolian Taiji who was impressed by the heroic behavior, they still cheered when they were awarded the title.

Yinding did not hide his tears this time. He rode his horse to Zhang Han and said in tears: "Wen Lan, leave Lao Taiji's body to me, I will bury him with the method of the Mongolians."

Zhang Han nodded and said, "Zhang Shixiong has always acted abominable. He killed Lao Taiji without any reason. I want to punish him heavily."

Yinding Zhengzheng said: "Each person is his master, and Wen Lan should still reward him."

Zhang Han frowned and said nothing.
Chapter completed!