Indeed, Barlett did not lie. These white-clothed troops were indeed difficult to deal with. The white-clothed troops that appeared to the west of the Tatars were much more brutal than the white-clothed troops defending the Bayannur grassland. This brutality was mainly reflected in that while they were facing each other, they continued to try to launch attacks, causing great trouble to the Tatar cavalry.

If the White-Clothed Army on the Bayannur Grassland in the north is just passive defense, then these White-Clothed Army that suddenly appeared in the west are taking the initiative to attack. This is something that the White-Clothed Army has never before. Even in Gulang City, the White-Clothed Army has never taken the initiative to attack. However, here, the White-Clothed Army has completely changed its previous tactics and actively attacked. They are steadily compressing the Tatars' control area step by step. So far, they have successfully forced the Tatars back for more than 30 miles.

Don’t look at the distance of thirty miles, it seems that it is nothing on the vast grassland. However, if you think of the intensity of the battle between the two sides, you will find that this time, the Tatars were absolutely at a disadvantage. The morale of the Tatars was already quite low, almost on the verge of collapse. Now, the cavalry of the white-clothed army has been continuously attacked and has completely grasped the initiative. Their morale is even lower and is about to collapse.

It should be known that attack and being attacked are two different concepts. Generally speaking, only the strong side will take the initiative to attack. The passive defense side has always been weak. In the past few decades, the Tatars have always taken the initiative to attack. Now, the Tatars have been forced to turn to defense, which is a big blow to their morale. What does this mean? This shows that the strength of the White-Clothed Army is already stronger than the Tatars. Even the top leaders of the Tatars, when they see this scene, they feel that the general situation is hopeless and cannot continue to persist for a long time.

"Do you have these information about the White Army? What is their commander's name? Did Xu Xingxia appear himself?" Mo Rigen asked with a frown. His battlefield experience is very rich after all, and he can see the key point at a glance. He subconsciously felt that this white army was difficult to deal with. In their team, there should be a difficult commander. Perhaps, Xu Xingxia himself is here.

Among the White Army, it seems that only Xu Xingxia himself has such difficult skills. If Xu Xingxia himself came, he would not mind taking a one-on-one challenge to solve the problem. Of course, the premise is that Xu Xingxia himself is willing. Will Xu Xingxia himself agree? Mo Rigen was unsure. However, the one-on-one challenge is always much better than the current mess. With his ability, there may be some hope for one-on-one challenge. If he continues to fight and no other miracles happen, the Tatars will really have no hope.

"Their commander is called Gao Jie." said the scout captain.

"Gao Jie? Not Xu Xingxia?" Mo Rigen asked with a frown, obviously a little disappointed.

"From the current situation we have, Xu Xingxia has always been in Ningxia Town and has not come north..." The scout captain observed his expression and said carefully.

"Is that right?" Mo Rigen sighed helplessly. God doesn't help me. Since Xu Xingxia has not come to the north, he naturally has no chance to fight him one-on-one. His mood is even more unhappy. Everything in front of him makes him feel even more depressed. If Xu Xingxia came in person and beat him like this, it would be a thing of the past. After all, Xu Xingxia is also a pervert! Failing to the hands of a pervert is not very embarrassing.

But I didn't expect that it was not Xu Xingxia who was dispatched by himself, but only his subordinates. He didn't care who Gao Jie was. As long as the other party was not Xu Xingxia, he was not qualified to enter his eyes. He would not demote himself and fight with the other party alone. He could only secretly be depressed and helplessly watch the development of the situation. Xu Xingxia's subordinates could fight like this, what chances would the Tatars have? Depressed, so depressed.

There was no choice but to say, "Keep paying attention to the movements of the White Army."

Such an order is simply nonsense. The bayonet of the White-Clothed Army was about to hit the Tatars' throat. Can the Tatars not pay close attention to the movements of the White-Clothed Army? If you are not careful, the bayonet of the White-Clothed Army can kill the Tatars.

Of course, Barlett and others dared not say anything, and replied sternly: "Abide by the order!"

...

"These stupid bunch!"

Gao Jie put down the Qianli Mile Mile and sneered.

The one who appeared on the west side of the Tatars was the Gao Jie Legion heading north.

After some efforts, Gao Jie led his army to smoothly cross the desert and appeared on the west side of the Tatars. After arriving at the destination, he immediately launched an attack on the Tatars without stopping. He threw all his troops into battle in one breath, trying to cause the greatest damage to the Tatars in the shortest time.

Sure enough, the Tatars cavalry, caught off guard, were completely stunned when they faced the sudden appearance of the White-Clothed Cavalry. Before the Tatars could react, they killed more than a thousand people in one breath. When they realized, the White-Clothed Cavalry had begun to take turns to rest and attack. The Tatars had no chance to take revenge. What Mo Rigen saw now was the stable front line of the White-Clothed Army.

With the strength of Gao Jie's army of 15,000 people, how could it be so easy for the Tatars to disperse them? It was all right that they would not disperse the Tatars. Without hesitation, Gao Jie issued an order to continue the attack. More and more white-clad cavalry, like a tide, opened the way with fierce firepower, and kept forcing the Tatars to retreat.

In addition to the Mastiff Cavalry, the rest of the troops were also eager to make contributions and were energetic. It was rare to have such a good opportunity. If they did not stab the Tatars hard, they would not be called the White Army. With the efforts of unity, the outcome of the Tatars can be imagined. In addition to retreating, they still retreated and kept retreating.

Barlett was angry and angry, but helpless. His troops were no match for the White Army at all. Even Catavaro, who cooperated with him, looked helpless. The Tatars, who had no morale, had a very far difference in combat power from their heyday. It seemed that this was simply an unsolvable death.

...

The Yellow River in early December was completely frozen. Standing on the bank of the Yellow River, there was no longer any flowing river water. The entire river surface was snow-white. Most of the ice surface was flat. However, there were also a very small number of ice surfaces that were raised. There were also various debris on the ice surface. These were all accumulated debris and were directly frozen.

The cavalry of the white-clothed army each pulled their own war horses and walked slowly and slowly from the ice surface of the Yellow River. They were worried that the ice layer had not frozen yet, and they could not move forward quickly, and they could not walk in a straight line. At the same time, on the same road of progress, the distance between each other was very wide. Some soldiers had ropes tied around their waists. The purpose of this was of course to avoid the ice layer suddenly collapsed and accidentally falling into the water flow below.

On both sides of the white-clothed army, there were a few scouts who had nothing to do. They didn't know what to use to dig a few big holes on the ice. As a result, from time to time, fish of all sizes jumped out of the holes and fell directly on the ice. The fast-handed soldiers either grabbed them directly with their hands or pierced them with bayonets to control all the fish.

"Splash!"

Suddenly, a war horse slipped.

"Quick!"

The ice layer under the war horse made an unpleasant sound.

The soldiers in the white-clothed army around hurriedly dodged away. The owner of the war horse also hurriedly threw away the reins and retreated to the distance. If the war horse crushed the ice layer, a large area would be affected. Fortunately, God blessed, the ice layer was still very thick. The war horse did not crush all the ice layers. With the efforts of the master, the war horse quickly turned over and continued to move forward.

Of course, not all war horses are as lucky as this war horse. Not far away, the war horse crushed the ice layer, and together with their master and the supplies on the horse's back, they collapsed under the ice layer. Water splashed everywhere, and the scene was panicked. Fortunately, the master had a rope tied to the body. Others found that something was wrong, so they hurriedly pulled him up and barely saved their lives.

"Run quickly and keep up!"

"Brothers, run quickly and keep up!"

"If we go late, we won't even have to drink soup!"

Chi Hu stood in Xi'an on the Yellow River, and Dasheng greeted the troops behind him and quickly followed.

He had already learned that Gao Jie led his army north. Chi Hu was quite clear about Gao Jie's insidiousness and viciousness. Mo Rigen may fall into Gao Jie's hands if he was not careful. If he went too late, he would really not even have to drink soup. He didn't want to go all the way to clean up the battlefield for Gao Jie. No one would want to do such a thing.

The Chihu Legion is now strong and powerful, with a strong momentum. In terms of combat effectiveness, it is definitely not inferior to Gao Jie's Legion. The desire for war in each unit is very strong. He must arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible before Mo Rigen was eliminated by Gao Jie. No matter what, he must kick Mo Rigen hard on the forehead.

"Da da da da!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound of horse hooves came.

Chi Hu raised the Qianli Mile Mile Mile and looked at it and found that it was Wang Xia who had arrived.

Chi Hu urged the war horse, went forward, and said with a smile: "Old Wang, what good news will we bring to us? That boy Mo Rigen has not been dealt with by Gao Jie yet?"

Wang Xia smiled and said, "I'm about to remind you. Gao Jie's army's offensive was very fierce, which made the Tatars very uncomfortable. If you come late, you might have to drink soup. Fortunately, your speed is not slow and you can catch up with the most critical moment."

Chi Hu said eagerly: "Which direction is the weakest in the Tartars?"
Chapter completed!