Zittle's despair is imaginable at this moment.

He knew very well that it would be impossible to regret it at this time.

The meteor-like artillery fire was still endless. A shell exploded more than twenty feet away without warning. Countless dust and rushing towards him. A shrapnel hit his feet, and he suddenly felt a trace of pain.

The pain stimulated him even more. He gritted his teeth hard and finally made up his mind.

Now that I have lost to this point, what else can I do? Retreat is death, so just rush over and rush over and maybe you can even make up for your mistakes and make up for your mistakes!

At some point, Zittle's eyes were already red, and he looked at him hard, and suddenly let out a roar, with a bit of tragic in his tone: "Kill!"

Then, the horse under Zitter's seat rushed out like a wild horse on the grassland.

Dada dada...

After the panicked Tatars behind them, after a series of bombardment of artillery shells, they had no backbone at first, and they were extremely frightened. They were in a dilemma, but they saw Zittle rushing forward and looking back, they saw that there was chaos behind them.

At this time, many people couldn't help but feel a little sad and angry. Since Genghis Khan got up, he had never experienced such a great defeat. Even the word-of-mouth on the grassland, King Zhongshan and Emperor Wen of Zhongshan had never encountered such a great defeat when they swept the desert. Not to mention, since the rise of Mongolia and then to the unification of the desert, even when they were driven back to the grassland in shame from their peak, the Tatars and their ancestors have always been the masters of the grassland, and now...

With Zittle as an example, even if you feel so frightened, as the glory of the grassland warriors, they are not allowed to retreat.

So many people raised their long swords again and rode their horses rumbled toward the cannons.

At this time, they learned to be smart. They no longer charged in a dense manner, but spread out and rushed towards the green dragon.

Seven or eight thousand people were working hard, and they all went crazy and made the final sprint.

But when they approached, the harsh gunshots sounded, and countless rifles spewed out flames. Then, the Tatars who were about to gallop, hit the ground one by one.

Dada dada...

This was quite like the last cry of the knights. They suddenly realized that they were about to be eliminated, and suddenly found that they were so vulnerable in front of this steel. However, at this time, their hearts were still surrounded by the glory of their ancestors. They galloped forward, and still used the long swords that their ancestors were good at, and still rushed in in the same way.

Two hundred steps...

Countless bullets shot out like shuttles in the air, piercing through the leather armor that looked like paper, piercing through the body, and the war horses neighed, and the sound was sad.

Every Tatar still looked ahead with red eyes. They still seemed to think that they were the masters of the grassland. They could conquer everything by riding and shooting like their ancestors.

One hundred steps...

Only more and more people fell off the horse.

More people are left with sadness, but hope is still in front of them.

As long as you rush over, these timid southerners will jump in their arms with their heads.

They knew very well that many tribe members had died behind them. At this time, they no longer wanted to seize more wealth, but there was something called hatred in their hearts.

This revenge is not only because of the lives of the tribe members, but also the shame of such heavy casualties and injuries today. It must be cleaned with the blood of these Han people.

They stared at the front, and compared to the temptation of the huge wealth, they wanted to kill all the Han people like rats without leaving any one.

But the gunshots were like fried beans, and the short distance was already full of corpses.

On many corpses, the holes left by the bullet still remained smoke, and only the sparse iron cavalry still moved forward. These people who have been through the battle formation know better than anyone else. They can no longer turn back, and they are timid and flee, and they will only leave their backs to the other party and let the other party kill.

In a sense, the more afraid and fearful they are in their hearts, the more they sprint forward, they are crazy about putting their horses on their belly, and they are crazily holding their horses' belly, faster, faster.

Finally someone rushed forward, and they couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

It has arrived, and as long as you rush over, these Han people will be scared and will win, and they have already seen the dawn of victory.

At this time, even the sky light became brighter in front of them. They cheered up and rode their horses across the last distance.

only……

not good,
Chapter completed!