"Kill--?" The real battle on the battlefield has begun. There are not many troops around Wang Ming who have been divided, but two thousand horses are surrounded by the same two thousand Mongolian cavalry. For these enemy troops who fall into their own trap, the Mongolians never have the ability and shaky scimitar to rush to the left and right. Because the battle formation of the Mongolian cavalry consists of five horizontal teams. Each horizontal team is a single line. Each horizontal team is a wide distance between each horizontal team. The first two horizontal teams are heavy cavalry, and the other three are light cavalry. It is effortless to charge back and forth. Although Wang Ming's two thousand soldiers fought hard, they had no choice but to lack the tacit understanding of cooperation and were killed by the Tartars.

Looking at the fallen soldiers, Wang Ming, who was guarded by the left and right deputy generals, had his eyes red. He had no choice but to worry about the arrow wound on his left shoulder and fought with a knife. However, such a fight would not have any effect except for consuming a lot of physical strength and exhausting himself. The number of soldiers killed was not reduced at all.

After about a cup of tea, more than half of the two thousand Ming troops were killed, and Wang Ming was injured in many places. As soon as it was going on like this, it would be a death sooner or later. Mao Xiang couldn't help but become anxious.

"Brother, what should I do? If this continues, General Wang will be dead. I am afraid that these 30,000 soldiers will not be able to go back?"

Xiao Yun's face was not good-looking. Today he was still a little careless. He thought that a 30,000 army would be against a mere 10,000 cavalry, but it was not enough to worry about it. It was not until this moment that he realized the terror of the Mongolian cavalry in the past.

He took a deep breath and muttered: "It seems that it's time to use his trump card, and it's time for Wang Baobao to see the power of the Chinese people?"

"Brothers, have you seen them?" Xiao Yun suddenly turned around, reached out to the battlefield and said in a deep voice: "The Tartars on the opposite side are fighting our soldiers. Among these soldiers, it may also be your brothers, your father, your comrades-in-arms. Now they are in danger, and you need to use all your strength to rescue them?"

The remaining five thousand soldiers outside the imperial city had red eyes and were full of murderous aura, which made people dare not get close to them, like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed, with murderous aura.

"Brothers, what should we do?" Xiao Yun shouted.

There is silence.

"Revenge!" The sound was like thunder, and five thousand soldiers shouted in unison.

"Avenge! We fought hard for our brothers, comrades, and the lost century-old country!" Xiao Yun shouted again.

"Fight!" The five thousand people's voices were low and full of murderous aura.

"Start off-?" Xiao Yun pulled out the moon-killing knife, lifted the reins and rushed away. The five thousand Xizhimen soldiers behind him were like a tornado, and they rushed into the cavalry encirclement and rushed towards the fighting Tartars.

After the scene just now, coupled with General Xiao's passionate and exciting encouragement, these soldiers from all over the world had only one thought in their minds, killing all the Tartars and saving their brothers! "The crazy morale immediately infected other soldiers. In just a blink of an eye, these soldiers who were not familiar with each other and had no good feelings for each other quickly merged together here. Whether your family is in Zhejiang or my family is in Haozhou, they are brothers who are striving to kill the enemy and cover each other! The purpose is only one, killing all the Tartars!

"Brothers, the Tartars have occupied my country for hundreds of years, killed my brothers, and insulted my wife and daughter. Today is the time for us to expel the Tartars. Whether they are dead or not, don't be too cowards tonight, and fight with me!"

"Kill out!" More than 20,000 soldiers shouted together, with a loud voice, like a torrent of bursting dams, with a rainbow of momentum, shocking, but a tragic smell.

"Follow me!" Xiao Yun pulled the reins of the horse, shouted, sat down and neighed, rushing into the surrounding area with extraordinary force. The moon-knitting knife in his hand brushed two swords. The light of the knife flashed, and the two Tartars rushed forward, and immediately snorted, falling off the horse's back, and then they were exasperated.

Seeing that the commander was so brave in the chaos, everyone was excited and Mao Xiang burst into tears, "Brother Xiao is so fucking powerful!"

"Brothers, what are we waiting for? Let's fight out with General Xiao!" Mao Xiang wiped his tears and rushed to death.

"Kill!" More than 20,000 soldiers shouted, raised their swords and rushed over like a tornado.

The Tartar cavalry that were immediately fusing was startled when they heard the thunderous shouts and turned their heads to look at them, and saw more than 20,000 Ming troops swaying their swords. Everyone's eyes were red, their mouths widened and kept shouting. The shaky single sword in their hands saw their own similar horses, chopping the horse's heads and legs, crazy and cruel, even more powerful than they were.

In the impression of these Tartars, the Southern Barbarians were always soft and weak. They had never seen such a formation. They looked at the Ming army fighting wildly. In just a moment, more than 20,000 Ming army came to kill tigers, hungry jackals, tigers and leopards.

Some Tartars who had no time to hide were quickly killed by the crazy Ming army, and even those first-class mounts were killed.

"Crazy! Are these people crazy?" Han Zha'er was shocked at the incredible scene in front of her and said to Wang Baobao with a trembling voice: "Master, when did this southern barbarian become so crazy?"

Wang Baobao glanced at Xiao Yun, who was like a tiger going down the mountain in the crowd, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He glanced at it quickly and said, "The Southern Barbarians are not scary. What is scary is that the person who can make these Southern Barbarians become such is really scary?"

Han Zha'er was stunned, then looked at Wang Baobao's gaze. Among the troops, a burly southern barbarian was waving a single sword with a yellow light, holding the reins in one hand, wielding the sword to kill dozens of brothers in an instant. He was so powerful that no one could defeat him.

"Who is he?" Han Zha'er asked in a trembling voice.

Wang Baobao glanced and said, "Imperial Guard Xiao Yun?"

"He is Xiao Yun? The Xiao Yun who is often spoken by the general?" Han Zha'er looked incredible.

Wang Baobao said nothing.

Han Zha'er looked at Wang Baobao, then at Xiao Yun in the formation, sighed softly, and said, "Is he really a first-class hero?"

"Kill--?" On the battlefield, Xiao Yun waved the moon-killing sword, and the eight methods of killing the moon were unfolded one by one. Wherever he went, people were rushing back, which greatly boosted the morale of the Ming army. The Ming army following the left and right were even more afraid of life and death, fighting wildly. The Mongolian cavalry, who had just formed an encirclement, couldn't adapt to such desperate battles, and they all retreated one after another, and the unique formation failed to play a role.

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