With a loud shout from afar, the golden-armored general was already riding his horse and leading the rumbling iron cavalry like a torrent to rush straight down!

The Tatar Spirit Cavalry, who was three hundred steps away from the chariot formation, did not dare to rush straight, but turned around dozens of steps before going around and barely met the iron cavalry on the opposite side!

"Rumbling~~!" The two sides quickly collided with each other, and countless muffled groans and screams sounded as the roar of the horse's hooves.

But he saw that man who was like a living Zhang Fei glared at his eyes and his beard was wide open, and there was no one in his hand!

"Roar~!" But he saw his tiger roaring and roaring, and even the golden wolf guards who killed him could not stop him!

It was also at this moment that the elite cavalry of the Ming Empire's Beijing camp kept surging out like a tide behind the Hutou Taishi!

There were at least six thousand rumbles to cover the sky and the sun. They rushed down the hill and whistled in three teams.

In order to avoid attacks, the place where Batumonk and his team camped was more empty than the young master and the others. What they were proud of was the cavalry.

All of them came were cavalry, so that even if they encountered an attack, it would be convenient for the development of their own cavalry units.

However, what they had not thought about was: What if the other party was also a large number of cavalry rushed over?!

This terrain will also be suitable for the opponent's cavalry to launch and attack them.

After all... they are Tatars, and the one they are most confident in is their cavalry.

Three teams of cavalry turned and went around to cut off their retreat.

The other team did not support the elite cavalry of Mr. Zhang, but instead rushed towards the Tatar camp that had opened the horse-rejected horse!

The last team bypassed the old Duke and the others' fighting field, and detoured around and faced the Tatar cavalry from the side to drill through the attack!

If there is a drone looking down from the sky at this time, the scene will be extremely shocking!

The total number of troops on both sides has exceeded 10,000, and all of them are elite cavalry!

The Ming Empire spirit rider wearing a red coat and a fish scale armor roared and waved his sword and collided with the Tatar spirit rider wearing a fur coat and holding a scimitar!

The waves slammed the corpse and the mountains were splattering blood, and the most dazzling one was the first batch of elite cavalry who culled on the battlefield!

If you can look down from the sky, you can see that this spirit rider, led by the golden armor of the arrow, cut the opponent away.

All the Tatar Spirit Cavalry who stood in front of him were almost shot down and dropped off the horse in an instant!

If you slowly look closer, you will see that this golden armored general walks between the battlefield like a freehand painting like his own back garden.

The spear in the palm seemed to be casually sweeping and stabbing, but every sweeping must be a rival screaming and falling off the war horse.

Those Tatar spirits who were blood-red and howling and purging at him were ineffective in trying to block him from any direction.

He even raised his gun and pushed away some flying arrows without even looking at them, just like he pushed away the Tatar spirits in front of him...

Beside him was a strong and sturdy cavalry wearing iron armor. The swords in their hands roared and slashed to protect the golden armored general.

The face of this golden-armored general was not very clear, but the beard of Zhang Ruzhi was so conspicuous!

What is more visible than his curly beard is the pair of blood-red tiger eyes decorated with the helmet of Zhenwu War God.

Even if I look at it from a distance, I know that he is not about him, but I can't help but feel that he is staring at by the white-headed tiger in the mountains and forests.

I couldn't help but feel fear, my trembling and my whole body was cold...

"It's him! It's him!!" Batumonk, who was riding on the war horse, stared at the powerful general with golden armor, and suddenly shivered.

He thought of a person, a shadow that once made him extremely palpitations, and was engraved in the depths of his soul that would be unforgettable until death.

"No! It's impossible that it's him. He hasn't appeared for decades! How could he appear again!"

Batumonk gritted his teeth and looked calm, but he still pulled out his scimitar and roared with his head raised.

"Warriors of the grassland! Use your scimitar to tell your enemies who you are!!"

When the Tatar men surrounding Batumonk heard this, their eyes were red and screaming: "Golden Tent Wolf Guard!"

"kill!!"

With only one sentence, Batumonk urged his horse to suddenly rush towards the group of cavalry led by the fierce general.

"Mr., it's fine if you're fine! It's fine if you're fine!"

More than 100 veteran soldiers from the Zhang family killed the young master and almost cried as they saw their young master.

"Don't cry! Let me kill you again!"

Chicken tiger panted heavily, looking at the miserable camp with red eyes...

There were corpses everywhere, and the wounded were almost everyone in their eyes.

Looking at the old soldiers covered in blood, the martial artists, and the disabled soldiers in Beijing...

There are also the young and strong who are crying, kneeling on the ground and holding the body that is already white and staring at Wu Shen with his eyes looking at the sky, crying loudly...

He turned over and dismounted in silence, picked up a Pu sword from the ground.

Then he got back on his horse, looked behind him and said in a deep voice: "The one who was able to carry the knife to follow me, the others are reorganizing the vehicle array here to take care of the injured!"

Miao'an and Ashikari Tsuki's two daughters wanted to follow, but were stared back by Chihu'er: "Look at Gu Hao's sister Yanran, the eldest father and the old uncles are here! I'll go back."

Both girls were glared back, so naturally the Ji Wushang generals did not allow them to follow.

There are only less than 200 soldiers in the one thousand Beijing camps, and fortunately some of the old soldiers of the Zhang family can fight.

The martial arts disciples were assigned to the camp just now, and the two boys from Zhou Zijiang and the Yang family.

With less than 300 miserable people, and more than 100 old soldiers of the new force, the tiger-speaking him roared and urged his horse to kill him!

"Hahaha... I said who is it, but you are the cub hiding in the woman's arrow pouch!"

The fierce general on the battlefield had already penetrated the enemy formation. The golden armor was covered with blood and his eagle-like eyes staring at Batumonk who was leading the Golden Tent Wolf Cavalry to kill.

Hearing the words of the powerful general, Batumonk's eyes widened and almost couldn't believe it!

"Dark Yalery! You are the Dark Yalery!!"

But the fierce general with beard and leopard eyes frowned and shook the blood on the tip of the gun.

"What a mess? I am Zhang Mao, the British Duke of the Ming Empire! Remember it!"

When the pronunciation of the word "典" fell, the old master of the tiger-headed, with his beards all over his head, was already pounced on Batumonk and others like a thunderous figure!

"Ao~~!" How could the wolf cavalry of the Golden Tent be willing to let the old Duke come to kill him? He immediately rushed up.

However, they soon found in horror that they were no different from the miscellaneous soldiers in front of this tiger-like general.

The fierce generals with a beard and tiger's eyes were as strong as bears and wrists, and they were simply careless about them.

The speed of the war horses did not decrease while galloping. They were smashed with a spear and their muscles and bones broke and fell off the horse...
Chapter completed!