Mei Ping, deputy general of the Sixth Battalion, a veteran of Anqing, when Yun Zhao entered Anqing, he was just a small serpent captain with dozens of soldiers. Seven years have passed, and countless veterans have been killed on the battlefield or retired, but he has walked out and become one of the senior generals of the Northern Expedition Army. This time, Huo Zhenting was in charge of Lu Ning, and he was commanded by him to recapture Huining and block Lin Ya's retreat.

After occupying Huining, Mei Ping immediately rushed towards Lu Ning. But in fact, Mei Ping left all the heavy weapons in Huining, and left a soldier to start rectifying Huining's city defense. He led a large army to move forward lightly. After approaching Lu Ning for two days, Mei Ping confirmed that the Mongolian army cavalry was rushing towards him, leaving only the cavalry who continued to disguise and move slowly, but the large army turned back to Lu Ning.

When Heinke discovered this scam, it was too late. At this time, it had been two and a half days since he left Luning's camp. He moved forward and had a day left before Huining. When he turned back to Luning, his food could only be supported until he returned to the camp and he would have nothing. At that time, the entire army would have no food.

Heinke looked in pain as the cavalry of the Northern Army who fought in the distance rolled up smoke and dust and walked all the way. At this time, he wanted to fight but could not get it. "Go forward, go forward, take Huining!" he hissed.

He still has one and a half days to join the thousands of war horses that Lin Ya has prepared for him. He can last for nearly ten days. If he can't take Huining, it will be a disaster. Now, he can only seize all the time and launch an attack on Huining.

Meng Qi, facing a desperate situation, rushed towards Huining with a heart of burning the boat.

Two days after Heinke left Luning Camp, Huo Zhenting launched an attack on Lin Ya's remaining troops. The reason for delaying it for two days was that Ho Zhenting wanted to make Heinke's large troops farther away and there was no possibility of returning to aid. After all, Lin Ya on the opposite side was also a famous general. If he used his own way, pretended to leave the camp and lured Huo Zhenting to attack in full swing, he would have an advantage in the military. Moreover, the Mongolians, who were all cavalry, would definitely have a severe blow to Huo Zhenting.

In two days, Huo Zhenting's whistle cavalry came out everywhere and launched a mutual suppression with Lin Ya's cavalry. In this single-handed cavalry battle, Lin Ya's troops undoubtedly had the upper hand. The 6th Battalion's whistle cavalry suffered heavy losses, but in the end, it made Huo Zhenting confirm that Heinke led most of the Mongolian cavalry to leave.

The gate of Luning City opened. The cavalry rushed out and rushed into the distance, forming a formation to warn the opponent to raid. Behind them, the Modao team was coming out, with only more than 1,500 people left in the Modao team. But it was still the main force of Huo Zhenting's assault. Behind them, more than 1,000 soldiers were holding spears in their hands, and they drove out in groups, forming attack formations under the city wall.

Above the city wall, more than a hundred war drums sounded in unison, and rows of oxen whimpers were blowing. Huo Zhenting stared at the Mongolian army camp in the distance opposite. There was no movement there, and he was a little confused. The Mongolian army, which was dominated by cavalry, seemed to have no intention of going to fight. Could it be that they still wanted to defend the camp?

Some of Lin Ya's thoughts were hard to guess, but Huo Zhenting had confirmed that he was at an absolute advantage at this time. No matter how his opponent changes, he always took advantage of others with his strength and crushed them over.

The spear in his hand suddenly rose. As the spear in his hand was raised high, the rhythm of the war drum suddenly changed. The cavalry at the forefront of the army shouted, smashed the war horses and rushed forward.

Huo Zhenting had not many cavalry in the Sixth Battalion. The Sixth Battalion had more than 20,000 soldiers and only more than 3,000 cavalry. After being distributed to Mei Ping's troops, there were only more than 1,000 people in his hands. In the past two days, the killing of Lin Ya's whistle cavalry caused him to lose more than 100 cavalry. Now there are only more than 800 cavalry who are the first to launch an attack. The commanding general of the cavalry is He Zheng.

Behind the cavalry, the infantry phalanx pressed the drum beats and attacked forward, with the Modao team as the vanguard. The infantry of the five hundred men and one square was arranged in an orderly manner, and the distance between them was still maintained during the advance.

He Zheng's 800 cavalry was not the main force of the attack. When he approached the Mongolian camp, the 800 cavalry immediately began to turn and rush around the opponent's camp. What made He Zheng puzzled was that the Meng cavalry's camp was still closed, and the opponent still had no intention of going out to fight. He did not leave the camp at this time. When the infantry of the Zhengbei Army arrived and sealed the camp, the Meng cavalry would no longer have any use of their weapons.

The cavalry of the Northern Expedition Army ran around the Mongolian camp. Behind them, the infantry had already rushed up and stopped outside the land of an arrow. The Mongolian army's reaction made Huo Zhenting puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, Huo Zhenting issued an order to attack the camp.

The Modao team took heavy steps and approached the camp step by step. Every time the sank of a steady pace fell, the earth would tremble.

"Kill!" Meng Zhu in the queue raised Mo Dao and let out a roar.

The first row of Modao hand suddenly accelerated its pace. The Modao in his hand was raised high and slashed down hard. The wooden fence was powerless in front of the sharp Modao.

The moment the fence was chopped into pieces, a loud noise finally sounded in the camp. It was the sound of the roaring sound of the crossbow. Dozens of crossbows flew out of the camp. The Modao soldiers who had just broken the fence were caught off guard. No matter how thick the armor was, they could withstand ordinary feather arrows or even armor-breaking arrows. However, in front of the crossbow, they were still as smeared as paper, and were easily torn apart. Dozens of Modao soldiers fell to the ground.

The power of the crossbow can easily penetrate the human body, and sometimes it can penetrate several people, but the armor of the Modao Hands is really protective. These crossbow arrows shot dozens of Modao Hands in the first row to death with one blow. The crossbow arrows connected to break the two layers of armor on the front chest and back of the soldier. After protruding out half of the arrow body, they finally lost their strength and got stuck on the soldier.

"Start up, move forward, move forward!" Meng Zhu howled. The crossbow was extremely slow to skew. After firing, it took a long time to skew the string again. Unlike the Fumo crossbow owned by the Zhengbei Army, it could be continuously launched.

The Modaomen used their strength to run forward desperately. In the face of the huge power of the bed crossbow, the armor on their bodies could not protect their safety at all. The huge Modao face was horizontal in front of their chests. I hope that Modao could block the next wave of crossbow arrows when the next wave of crossbow arrows arrived.

The fence that blocked them was split into pieces, the huge Mongolian tent was tangled into pieces, and the Modaomen rushed into the camp, and behind them were infantry rushing upwards.

Meng Zhu ran in the front, and at this time, it was his lead. The power of the crossbow would inevitably make his subordinates frightened. At this time, only when he ran in the front would the soldiers rush up desperately.

The feet suddenly became soft, Meng Zhu screamed strangely and fell down suddenly. Under him, a pit appeared. The Modaomen who followed him could not hold back their feet and fell down one after another. The moment they fell down, Meng Zhu saw that behind the first Mongolian tent, there was a stretch of chest wall that was high by a man. On the wall, there was a blow that took away the crossbows of dozens of his subordinates. Behind the chest wall, people were holding bows and arrows in their hands, staring at them fiercely.

Lin Ya took advantage of this rare two-day break and used the cover of the big tent to dig a trench about three meters deep and two meters wide in the camp. The trench was filled with pointed spears, and a layer of cowhide was covered with sweeping some broken soil to cover the traces. At first glance, it was just a flat place. The dug out of the earth and stones were built into a chest wall that was one person high. He was going to defend the whole place and gain more time for Heinke to avoid Huo Zhenting from rushing to Huining to attack Heinke on both sides.

The crossbows and trenches are all for dealing with Mo Dao Hands. The existence of one or two thousand Mo Dao Hands will cause a devastating blow to his soldiers who lost their war horses. He must kill these Mo Dao Hands in large quantities during the first wave of attacks.

Lin Ya calculated very accurately.

Huo Zhenting indeed used Mo Dao Hand to attack his camp as a striker, which made him play the greatest role in preparing Mo Dao Hand immediately. On the edge of the trench, Mo Dao Hands tried his best to stop him from falling down with his teammates in front, but the one behind was not clear about the situation ahead and was still running forward quickly, hitting his opponents in front. Before the trench, people were overturned, and the three-meter-deep trench filled with Mo Dao Hands who had almost fallen.

As the crowd was overturning, the heart-wrenching sound of the crossbow sounded again. This time, the distance was closer. The busy Modaomen fell down again without time to hide.

As the tent that was blocking people in front was cleared, Huo Zhenting behind finally saw Lin Ya's arrangement in the camp. He was shocked. Lin Ya actually gave up the horse war that the Mongolian army was best at, and changed to their shortcomings and defended the camp. This was beyond his expectations. Where did their war horses go?

After thinking for a moment, Huo Zhenting understood the whole story of the matter and was very upset. Lin Ya fell into his own calculations from beginning to end. Unexpectedly, when it came to the end, he was about to reap the results, the other party played this trick. If he had known this, he would have launched an attack in a day, and should not give the opponent more than one day to arrange it.

For a moment, he felt extremely angry as if he had eaten a fly.

"The shield hand comes forward and covers Mo Dao hand to retreat." He sternly said.

Rows of soldiers with huge iron shields advanced forward, and at this time, the Mo Daozhe was also slowly retreating. In the last confrontation, although the Mo Daozhe lost hundreds, they caused several times the damage to their opponents. However, this time, they did not kill a single enemy, but hundreds of people died in vain.
Chapter completed!