Chapter 426: The ambition to wipe out the opponent!

There was a group of people hidden in the forest just about the tidal flat. Now, they were still there, but they wanted to dig out their eyes and throw them over so that they could see everything more clearly. The impact of the fierce and fierce Mongolian cavalry has never stopped. However, the roar of the cannons and the crisp gunshots that are densely packed with beans have not stopped. The blood-colored battle flag still stood proudly on the high cliff facing the wind and snow, spreading fiercely. Under the banner, the white figure has not moved. Although it has only been half a cup of tea since the attack was launched by the Mongolian cavalry, the crazy attack made Wu Ping and others feel that time is extremely difficult to endure.

From the beginning to the present, gunfire is still dense, and the roar of artillery fire is still very rhythmic. Everything shows that the three thousand marines in black and black helmets stopped the extremely fierce Mongolian cavalry.

Wu Ping could not imagine such combat power, and those rebel generals could only shrink their necks, with envy and admiration on their faces. "With such an army that dares to resist against the notorious Mongolian cavalry and can resist it, where can they go in the world?" Wu Ping had to sigh so much.

Behind him, the relatives and generals all expressed their expressions of approval.

At this time, Liu Laodao stood on the other side of the river under the protection of several confidants, watching the soldiers in black resist calmly, or strangled the Mongolian iron cavalry that rushed towards him like locusts.

I don’t know where the terrifying firearms they came. Look at the shooting of the soldiers in black, it almost seemed that they would never need to load bullets. Even after stopping, it would spit out deadly projectiles from the barrel again in less than a minute.

There is also the continuous roar of artillery, and the terrifying power is definitely beyond their cognition and imagination. If before this battle, Liu Laodao and other White Lotus Cult members had a suspicion and hostility towards this army, then now, in their hearts, there is only a sense of despair and deep frustration that cannot be matched by this army.

"When did such a strong army beneath the world?" A member of the White Lotus Sect said with a stinging voice. His expression was as numb and stiff as if he had just received a super-dose injection of Botox.

"A mere 3,000 soldiers and horses wiped out more than 10,000 officers and soldiers. After escorting this rebel army for two days and two nights, this Mongolian cavalry still made the Mongolian cavalry go to dust in front of them... If our White Lotus Holy Sect can convince them to surrender to me, if there is such a strong military sect, even the capital can be defeated." Old Dao Liu sighed deeply, turned around and headed towards the southwest with a little desolate look. Such words can only be said. No matter who is not interested in the teachings of the White Lotus Sect, or even disgusted Li Zhengdao is the same group. Since the other party has such an army, how could he surrender to the White Lotus Sect?

"Cultural leader, where are we going? Why don't we follow those rebels?" A core White Lotus Sect member who caught up was shocked when he saw Liu Laodao rolling over on his horse and then heading southwest. He rushed forward and asked. "Our mission has not been completed yet, but we have not..."

Under the cold and almost indifferent look of Old Dao Liu, his words gradually became lower and lower the more he spoke.

"Can't you see that the heart of this rebel army has been completely over the men in black. Even if I spend a lot of time, I can't make them change their minds. Instead of staying and being rolled down by others, it's better to leave." Liu Laodao decided to explain and let these people understand this truth.

"I didn't expect that the old Taoist was quite tactful. He actually left like this. It's okay, so he saved Jiuzhou and had to brainwash them. It was also a troublesome." Li Zhengdao, who was helping those rebels, maintained the team of the elders and villagers, and was struggling to run south, looked at the figures that disappeared into the wind and snow, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Then he turned his eyes to the battlefield on the other side of the river. At this moment, the battle had entered a white-hot heat.

A large number of Mongolian knights were like a group of gamblers who were anxious to lose. They didn't believe that the invincible Mongolian cavalry would lose to a group of mud-legged Han people. After the attack was frustrated, they all set their bows and arrows, intending to use their riding to make the other party feel powerful. However, without concentrated cover shooting, it is difficult to cause effective damage to the enemy. Another point is that all the Marines of these 3,000 people must be worn in armor.

After all, they are the main force troops fighting with the enemy on warships. The protection of armor can ensure that they have greater survival opportunities while killing the enemy.

Although their armor only has arm guards and leg plates, as well as breastplate and steel helmets, these are enough to cover up most of their vitals. Under this defense, those sparse bows and arrows are difficult to pose a fatal threat to them.

The gang leader of the back team, Rigude, strangled the horse's head vigorously. In Mongolian language, Rigude means an eagle, but now, he has lost the sharp aura of the eagle. The horses under him stomped on the ground uneasily. His eyes flashed with frightened eyes staring at the front, and the balls of fire were still collapsing. Under the terrifying artillery fire, the Mongolian warriors could no longer maintain their team shape as they did at the beginning. Gradually, the torrent that had originally converged has now shown signs of collapse. Many Mongolian cavalry have begun to consciously close the reins and want to bypass the other party's shelling on the position, but more people are hesitating like this gang leader.

I don’t know whether to continue to die fearlessly, or to give up the courage and pride that the Mongols deeply rooted in their bones, and turn around and run away like a coward.

"Sir, what should we do now? Many children have died in battle, but the Han people are too cunning and insidious, and there are the terrible artillery we have never seen before and the iron ball that will explode with our hands." A cavalry officer who was nearly 50 years old but still strong ran to Rigude, with a look of anxiety and expectation. "If we continue to fight like this, there will be no more children in Zhuosuo and Zhaowuda..."

Every second and every minute, death continues. The fall of Mongolian warriors one after another, the things they exchanged for with their lives were just projectiles. From the beginning of the war, the opponent's formation was still not disturbed at all. The powerful Mongolian cavalry could not even rush in front of them. Those deadly projectiles would always viciously penetrate into the bodies of the warriors and their mounts in front, causing terrible damage, causing them to lose their ability to move forward, and even take away their lives.

So far, half of the troops have been lost. This is just a short incense stick. More than a thousand corpses fell down on the attack surface less than a mile, and hundreds of brave Mongolian cavalry fell down on the side. Many of them were trapped in the gap between the barbed wire, and they howled in despair, and finally fell under the gunfire of the cold-blooded and ruthless black-clothed soldiers.

Rigude of the Gange tribe shook his head. Since such an attack cannot work, it will not have much effect if he drags it on. It is just like filling the gaps with his own lives. Although he wished he could rush forward, the meaningless death would not be exchanged for anything other than proving that courage and stupidity are equivalent.

"Blow the horn and retreat, let our warriors retreat and reorganize the army, and find a way." Rigude, the governor, sighed and issued a new order, but at this moment, he heard the dense sound of hooves trampling on the ground suddenly coming from behind his side, and he couldn't help but turn his head in surprise.

A group of flag soldiers without any banner suddenly surged out of the mountains and forests, and then rushed towards the backs of the Mongolian cavalry who were not prepared at all.

"Cabin, enemy enemy soldiers!" The old Mongolian shouted loudly just now, and his eyes widened in disbelief. He never expected that the enemy would still have a backup plan at this time, and he was actually a cavalry of great strength.

"Damn Han people! Blow the trumpet, turn the horse's head, and we rushed forward to let them know that the horse's back is the world of the Mongols." Rigude, the governor of the gang, was furious. These despicable Han people actually wanted to use cavalry to deal with Mongolian cavalry. This was simply delusion. Those men in black used those terrible weapons to block the Mongolian pace of advance, but it did not mean that the Han cavalry was capable of causing any harm to the Mongolian cavalry.

"Kill them all and use their heads to commemorate the souls of our Mongolian warriors." The Mongolians shouted wildly, tried hard to turn the horse's head, and went up viciously, but the distance was too close, and less than two hundred Mongolian cavalry adjusted their direction in time.

Wu Ping arched his body hard, held the revolver tightly in his hand, and rode his horse towards the backward Mongolian cavalry. He thought they would not have a chance to appear, but he could only see the friendly troops crushing the powerful Mongolian cavalry like a big millstone. However, just as the Mongolian cavalry located in the back team began to slow down, Wu Ping finally saw the long-standing blood-colored flag suddenly waved.
Chapter completed!