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At the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, war clouds were rolling, swords were sharp, and iron hooves were sweeping across the vast grassland like a raging tide, breaking all the grass and changing the color of the wind and clouds.
The Mongols grew up on horseback, with wild customs and tough personalities. They charged into battle as fast as a hurricane, with great force and momentum. The shouts of the troops were like the ebb and flow of waves, with swords pointing forward and long bows pointing vigorously.
Sha La was well aware of the power of the Qin army's new rifles, but he had no way to retreat.
There is abundant grass and water on both sides of the Onon River. Most of the herdsmen of the Zasaktu tribe now graze here. If his only 6,000 remaining troops retreat again, countless tribesmen and cattle and sheep will become prey of the Qin army.
Out of caution, he first sent a thousand cavalrymen to charge. The centurion leader Borchu led the charge, longbow in hand, sword flying, and a thousand cavalrymen behind him galloped at full speed, eyes wide open, roaring like thunder:
"Ala!"
"Ala!"
"Ala!"
Aobai was dressed in the attire of a Qin general and no longer looked like a Jurchen. However, as the former greatest warrior of Manchuria, his burly figure, bulging muscles, and heavy sword exuded intense strength and an overwhelming domineering aura.
He did not hesitate at all. Except for Niu Wanchuan's five hundred spearmen, thousands of cavalrymen under his command rushed out with the sound of horns. As fast as lightning, they roared down from a high slope. The large flag with the seal script Qin character on it, with the top like a longbow, shot towards the nine suns.
The four thousand cavalrymen under his command were like a black cloud flying low over the ground. Their iron hooves struck the ground, sending up sand and grass debris, and their raised swords and spears were as fierce as tigers that could swallow up thousands of miles.
"Seal the Wolf's Lair and spread your might far and wide!"
"Seal the Wolf's Lair and spread your might far and wide!"
"Seal the Wolf's Lair. Spread your power far and wide!"
Amid earth-shaking shouts, the two cavalry units fiercely collided with each other. For a moment, the world was shaken and murderous aura was stirring. Aobai's long sword slashed out like lightning, with a force that split the mountains and cracked the rocks. "Kill!" A Mongolian soldier who was rushing forward was slashed by the sword, and his entire upper body was thrown into the air, and blood and wind flew everywhere.
Iron hooves thundered, arrows flew like locusts, and the four thousand Qin troops followed closely behind Aobai, smashing into the enemy formation like a raging wave hitting the shore.
The sword lights were dazzling and painful, the chopping was as fast as lightning and blood was gushing out. The people who fell off their horses were either rolled over and over by the huge inertia, or trampled by the iron hooves that followed, and their flesh and blood splattered. The sound of killing was like a wave, rising up into the clouds and reaching the sky.
Once Aobai's killing power was released, it was unstoppable. The horse under him neighed loudly, and the sword in his hand swung out again. With a puff, the huge head of the enemy in front of him flew into the air. The headless corpse spurted blood like a fountain, splashing all over Aobai. He stretched out his tongue to lick it. The smell of blood seeping into his sharp white teeth made him unable to help but roar to the sky, as powerful as a god.
Borchu was also as strong as a tiger. After knocking a Qin soldier off his horse, he howled and urged his horse to charge towards Aobai.
Aobai grinned with his bloody lips, his whiskers were like thorns, and his dominance radiated. He clamped his legs together, and the warhorse neighed and stood up. When the horse stepped down with its front hooves high, Aobai grasped the knife with both hands, and the knife fell with the hooves, like lightning splitting the sky and thunder exploding the ground.
Borhu rushed over without caring about chopping off Aobai's horse's head, and swung his sword vigorously to block Aobai's chopping blow. With a clang of metal, Borhu still underestimated Aobai's lightning-fast sword. The huge chopping force made his palm explode instantly, and the sword flew out of his hand.
"Ah!" Aobai roared like a tiger at the right time, and the might of his long sword became even more fierce;
Hey! After a soul-stirring sound, Borhu was split in half from head to hip, and bright red blood and colorful intestines poured out. Aobai's stunning blow finally cut the warhorse's spine, causing the warhorse to fall to the ground with a loud bang while wailing.
"The general is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
The death of the enemy's commander made the soldiers panic and shout in fear. The morale of the Qin army was high, shouting to the sky, and four thousand cavalrymen rushed in like waves with Aobai, and the chaotic swords fell, killing the enemy and making them bloody and defeated.
Salawan, who was a mile away, did not expect that Borchu would be defeated so quickly and so miserably that he had no time to react at all. Aobai's thousands of troops were already sweeping towards him like the wind blowing through wheat waves.
Even Niu Wanchuan on the left wing did not expect that Aobai's attack would be so violent and powerful that it would crush mountains and instantly disintegrate the enemy's front line. He was so angry that he could not help but curse, and it was unclear whether he was cursing Borhu for being too incompetent or cursing Aobai for being too shameless, saying that he would wait for him to outflank him... ...
Don't wait any longer. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid there won't be even any left.
"My men, hurry up, follow me and kill them! Damn it! Hurry up! Kill!" Niu Machuan was furious and murderous. He led 500 spearmen to run away from Hengpo.
Here, Aobai had already taken the lead. He was a mile away and arrived in an instant on his galloping horse. There was no time for Sala to retreat. He was forced to fight. He swung his sword and a thousand horses rushed out from the right, rushing towards Niu Wanchuan.
The remaining 4,000 troops were divided into two groups again, trying to avoid Aobai's frontal attack and attack from both wings.
Countless iron hooves pounded the ground, causing the earth to shake. The snow on the main peak of Langjuxu Mountain was actually shaken to collapse. There was a loud rumbling sound in the valley, and snow was flying like fog, rolling up the ground. Ancient trees were broken, and the mountains and rivers were in shock.
All this did not allow the two armies to stop fighting. Seeing that there were only a thousand enemies coming to meet him, Niu Wanchuan could not help cursing. He raised his long sword, and the thousands of soldiers behind him reined in their horses, slowing down. More than ten riders broke away from the battle formation and spread out forward, using more than ten rocket launchers.
As the enemies on the opposite side screamed and fled, there were continuous chirping sounds, and dazzling flames whizzed away and landed in the enemy camp. Boom! Boom boom boom... ... ... Balls of fire rushed up, mud, sand and grass debris flew, and one by one the enemy riders were blown away in the loud noise, with broken arms and limbs flying in the air, startled horses rushing around, and the wounded wailing. The chaotic scene was heartbreaking.
Niu Wanchuan and his men did not even dismount. They held their rifles horizontally and fired. The whistling bullets once again knocked the enemy cavalry two hundred steps away to the ground one after another. There were bursts of crashing sounds, flying dust, and blood splashing like rain.
"kill!"
Seeing that the enemy had lost all their courage and was in chaos, Niu Wanchuan ordered the soldiers to put away their rifles, draw their swords, and charge out on horseback again to kill.
Here, Sala divided his troops into two, intending to attack from both wings of Aobai and shoot with bows and arrows, but Aobai stared at his general's flag and refused to let go. Sala was on the right wing, so he attacked towards the right wing and ignored the enemy troops on the left wing.
Buzz!
The sound of bowstrings was deafening, and a rain of arrows rose into the sky, like a dark cloud covering the sun, and whizzed down. Aobai swung his sword and took out the bow in his hand. As soon as the enemy's arrows fell, he pulled out three arrows in succession, pulled the long arrow with all his strength, and shot three arrows in a row at Sala's standard-bearer.
Puff, puff, puff! All three arrows hit the target without missing. With a scream, the flag bearer fell off his horse. In such a fierce battlefield, the commander's flag was more important than the commander himself. Only a few people could see the commander. All soldiers followed the commander's flag as a guide. Once the commander's flag fell, it was often regarded as the commander's death.
"Kill!" Aobai shot three arrows successfully, and with his longbow he whipped his warhorse hard, and the arrow rushed forward as fast as it could.
"The general is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
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The Qin army cheered again, followed Aobai and rushed out diagonally, crashing fiercely into the right wing of Sala's battle formation. There was a moment of thunder and lightning, and the sky was filled with blood. The scene was both tragic and magnificent. In the endless yellow dust, people fell off their horses one after another. The interlaced sword lights seemed to be painting with blood, and the vast grassland and the blue sky were the canvas. The blood light was like plum blossoms, and each flower connected into a red cloud.
The enemy troops, thinking that their commander Sala was dead, had no desire to continue fighting. Under Aobai's fierce attack, their soldiers were like ice melting in the sun. Some fled the battlefield, while others fought on like trapped beasts. The whole place was in chaos.
Aobai wielded his sword as fast as lightning and roared like thunder, leading thousands of Qin soldiers to continuously advance, and finally broke through the enemy formation. Wherever the horses' hooves passed, they left behind a field of broken corpses and scattered swords and arrows.
Niu Wanchuan's men also swept over, interspersed with each other, like a sickle cutting wheat, with flying horse hooves, sharp arcs, and sword lights like a forest, constantly cutting through the enemy's formation. As they charged and killed each other, all they could hear was the enemy's sad cries and howls, which echoed in the wilderness.
The water of the Wutan River was dyed red by the blood, the peak of the Langjuxu Mountain rose and fell for a long time, and the steaming clouds were shrouded in mist. The sky was dark and the dry grass was rolling.
The sounds of fierce fighting gradually died down, the Qin army cheered louder, and the thundering cavalry ran wildly around the enemies who were lying on the ground begging for mercy.
At this moment, Buerhanshan was crying.
At this moment, Langjuxu Mountain was in jubilation.
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