【Today's second update is delivered!】

A sharp-eyed Tatars discovered that the red cannons of the White Army were firing. Most of the Tatars were familiar with the Ming Army's Flanger cannons. But what they heard was not the familiar sound of the Flanger cannons. God, this Zhenyuan Pass is really terrible. There are even red cannons. But they even bumped into them. Isn't this obviously a death-death? No matter how brave they are, they are not the opponent of the red cannons!

The guns and cannons of the White Army caused great damage to the Tatar cavalry. Fortunately, most of the Tatar cavalry successfully escaped. Their horse control skills were very superb after all, and they had reached the point of being as easy as arm and fingers to advance and retreat. On such a chaotic battlefield, most of the Tatar cavalry successfully rode their horses out.

They have rich daily combat experience. Even if they encounter such an unfavorable situation, they can still preserve their vitality to the greatest extent. From this point of view, the Tatar cavalry is indeed much better than the Mongolian cavalry of Lin Danhan. If it were Lin Danhan's iron spear cavalry, the Jin army might be basically wiped out.

Of course, the price paid by the Tatars is obviously quite large. In terms of the proportion of casualties, it may not be very prominent. However, in terms of the absolute number of casualties, it is very considerable. The first round of guns and cannons of the White Army caused at least one thousand losses to the Tatars. Almost all the vanguard troops were wiped out by the Jin army. Just look at the large-scale Tatar bodies left on the Gobi Desert in front. The most conservative estimate is that there are more than three or four thousand people. In addition to the Tatars who escaped from injury, the total number of casualties is estimated to be more than five thousand.

In the impression of the Tatars, it seems that there is no battle yet. They have left so many corpses. In the past few decades of battle, the strongest opponents they encountered, the Tatars suffered a maximum loss of more than one thousand people, and absolutely no more than two thousand people. Such a crushing defeat is absolutely unprecedented! Their courage, their determination, and their confidence were all shattered in front of the guns and cannons of the White Army.

From the perspective of being hit, the casualties of the Tatars were not the most important. The most important thing is that the confidence of the Tatars was hit by an extinction. The Tatars have always been confident that in the field, they can definitely defeat Xu Xingxia and defeat the White-Clothed Army. However, from the current situation, there is almost no possibility. Their confidence was almost completely extinguished. Even if they encounter the White-Clothed Army in the future, they dare not face it easily.

This was another heavy blow to Morigen.

Originally, since the southbound town of Gansu, the Tatars' vital strength was greatly hit, and the number of combat soldiers continued to decrease. The combat soldiers were not kids, nor slaves, nor were they temporarily captured. In a short period of time, it was impossible to make up for it. Now, even the Tatars' confidence in fighting has been completely lost. They still have the advantage to defeat the White Army?

Under the current circumstances, it is unknown whether the conquering Gansu town can be successfully withdrawn to the old nest north of the desert. If you calculate it, you will find that from the time you go to Gansu town to the present, the losses of the Tatars have exceeded 10,000 people. Ten thousand people are definitely not a small number. It must be known that these 10,000 people are pure combat soldiers and the most precious part of the Tatars. Their losses will have a fundamental impact on the development of the Tatars in the next two or three good years.

Of course, Mo Rigen knew the serious consequences here. No one knew better than him about the bad effects of defeat. His mind had become a mess. For a moment, he did not dare to accept the cruel reality in front of him. If one of his arms, or even two arms, could avoid losses, he would definitely consider it carefully. Unfortunately, there is no regret in this world. He must accept the cruel reality.

After Zarik fainted unexpectedly, the person in charge of the front line was Ballet. He was also the commander of Morigen. He was temporarily promoted by Morigen after he died in battle. His mind was somewhat similar to Bachlu, but it was not very easy to use. His only advantage was that he was very brave in war and was not afraid of death. He and Bachlu were both the most fierce ones among the Tatars. He was fierce to the enemy and to his own people.

When the Tatars attacked Zhenyuan Pass just now, Barlett was also a typical example of a hot-headed person. As a commander of the ten thousand men, he rushed to a place less than a hundred feet away from Zhenyuan Pass. Fortunately, he was extremely lucky. None of the white-clothed army's guns did not fall on him. When the white-clothed army's guns and cannons fired together, Barlett stood there stupidly, not knowing what happened. There was no way, his mind was not flexible enough. After a long time, Barlett reacted and hurriedly called his subordinates: "Retreat! Retreat! All retreat!"

He also pulled the war horse and turned his head to run back. His war horse was fast and soon ran out of the range of Sun and Moon mill. He barely held his war horse and continued to call his subordinates to retreat. The chaotic Tatar cavalry retreated from him one after another. However, more Tatars fell under the guns and cannons of the White Army.

"Damn the damn dog!"

"Damn the white army!"

"Damn Xu Xingxia!"

Barlett clenched his fist and cursed him fiercely

Unfortunately, his curse had no effect on the battlefield. The guns and cannons of the White Army were still so fierce. More and more Tatar cavalry fell. The fast-reacting Tatar cavalry escaped. However, the slow-reacting Tatar cavalry could only die helplessly. Especially the Tatar vanguards who rushed in the front had almost no chance to escape. In the eyes of Barlett, they fell one after another, without a single one left.

Barlett had never encountered such a crushing defeat. He had a little clumsy mind and could not turn around for a moment. He didn't understand why the brave Tatars became so fragile in front of the guns and cannons of the White Army. It was simply vulnerable. In desperation, Barlett had to urge the war horses to stay away from the battlefield. He really couldn't accept such a result. Perhaps Morigen would have some explanation.

"puff!"

Suddenly, while running, a marble sputtered over.

Barlett was caught off guard and hit his left eye with a marble, and blood immediately splattered. His body shook violently and almost fell off the horse's back. But he was not an ordinary person after all, he hurriedly stabilized his body and covered his left eye with his hands. Blood gushed out from his left eye. Soon, Barlett judged that his left eye was completely finished. In anger, he dug out the marble directly. But he found that his eyeballs had been smashed. So he became fierce again and dug out all his eyeballs.

"Gululu!"

Barlett threw his bloody eyes into his mouth and swallowed them directly.

The Tatar cavalry around him couldn't help but shrink his head when he saw Barlett being so tough. If it were before, they would have been shocked by Barlett's actions and admired him in great respect. But now, they disdained and even sneered at him. Because no matter how brave Barlett was in front of the white-clothed army's guns, he was still a death-suffering. This marble did not hit him in the vital points, otherwise he would have been finished long ago.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Suddenly, a dull sound came from behind.

Barlett couldn't help but look back and found that it was two Tatar cavalry who were hit by marbles and fell directly from the horse's back. The marbles might have directly smashed their heads. Their heads were covered with bloody blood and white brains. The two were mixed together, which was very ugly. The retreating Tatar cavalry behind them rode their horses without hesitation. Soon, only two bloody things were left on the ground.

“Oh, yeah

Barlett had to shake his head helplessly.

He had never encountered such a scene in previous battles. Even if there was such a scene, it must have been staged on the enemy. Because the Tatars defeated countless enemies in the past battles, but their own losses were not great. Such a tragic phenomenon could not occur. However, in front of the White Army, all this has completely changed. In front of the Self-English Army, the formerly fierce Tatars could only passively be beaten. This kind of feeling is not to be so good.

How uncomfortable Ti was. His left eye was bleeding, and Barlett dared not neglect. He hurriedly retreated with his remaining subordinates. He continued to stay here, only to die. Halfway, Barlett gathered Zarik's subordinates and retreated with them. The other Tatar cavalry did not dare to neglect and retreated behind Barlett. These Tatars were all blinded by the guns of the white-clothed army. Seeing Barlett appear, his panic calmed down slightly

After running for a full three miles, Barlett barely stood firm, and the Tatars behind him barely stood firm. After leaving the range of gun attacks by the White Army, the Tatars' panic was finally controlled. After all, they were battle-hardened troops and had a lot of combat experience. The panic just now made them feel very embarrassed. Now, without the direct threat from the White Army, they could not be so embarrassed.

Barlett began to try to reorganize the troops. He had no left eye and was seriously affected by looking at people and things. However, he was a very tenacious man, a tough warrior and a commander of ten thousand men. Under his shout, the Tatar cavalry around him gradually restored order. The remaining commanders, centurions, ten thousand men and others also gradually restored their power. Half an hour passed, and Bashut collected about three thousand men.

Perhaps because they felt that they had escaped the attack range of artillery, many Tatar cavalry also stood up. Under Siret's shout, they all approached one after another. In fact, they were not under the jurisdiction of Barret, but other ten thousand men. However, the entire cavalry team of the Tatars was completely disrupted and the original ten thousand men could not be found. In response to the current chaos, Barret naturally gathered them all without hesitation.

Taking advantage of the short opportunity, Barlett cheered the Tatars' defeated soldiers again. He waved the golden waist knife in his hand, and said in a fierce manner that the Tatars had not failed yet. The Tatars were just deceived by the White Army and suffered a certain degree of losses. The White Army won by conspiracy and tricks. Their combat power was not good at all. In an open battle, the White Army must not be the opponent of the Tatars. As long as all the Tatars regain their courage, the Tatars have the opportunity to turn the tide without exception...

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

While he was passionately encouraging morale, suddenly the sound of horse hooves came. Barlett turned his head and saw that the white-clothed cavalry was catching up with him again. He felt so frustrated that he felt so uncomfortable. These damn white-clothed soldiers plotted against the Tatars for the last resort and wanted to kill them all. It was so tolerant to the uncle and aunt!

What's even more hateful is that the white-clothed cavalry did not use fire guns, but sabers. They raised the sabers one by one and killed them with a fierce spirit. It seemed that they were actually preparing to fight with the Tatars.

Suddenly, Barlett's inner forgiving fire suddenly rose. It would be fine to kill all the people, but he still had to fight with the Tatar cavalry! He was paralyzed, did he really think the Tatars are easy to bully?

"General, Hangou is here again!"

Some Tatar cavalry trembled all over and said in a trembling voice.

Just listening to his voice, you know that he was still in shock and was still scared. His voice hit Barlett. His morale was just now, and it seemed that he had done nothing. When he was spitting and dancing, the Tatar cavalry could barely remain calm, which seemed to have recovered a certain degree of morale. However, when the white-clothed cavalry appeared, the Tatar cavalry began to be frightened again. If it weren't for his standing here, they would have probably continued to escape in a hurry.

"mean!"

"Shameless!"

“Dirty!”

"Strange!"

Barlett cursed all the words he could think of. He was really angry by the white-clothed cavalry in front of him. They actually dared to rush up with their sabers, which was simply an insult to the Tatars' hand-to-hand combat skills! Have you forgotten that in the previous hand-to-hand combat, could a Tatar cavalry kill at least five Han cavalry? They were just sending them to their door to seek death!

"Everyone is ready!"

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Barlett was furious, and pointed at the golden saber and ordered a counterattack.
Chapter completed!