"Change formation!" In the army outside the city gate, two shouts suddenly heard, sounds like thunder, Geng Bingwen and Hua Yunlong shouted out at the same time.

The soldiers surrounded by soldiers were like magic tricks, quickly interspersed from the original twelve people into a five-person formation. The three-person formation. Because of the small number of people, the formation was changed and the movement was swam. The Ming army, which had just been suppressed by the Tartars at the cost of more than half of the casualties, was once again shocked. The five-person formation and the three-person formation were flexible and changeable, making people unable to defend themselves. They rushed into the enemy under the night, and they were really unaware of it. They killed people and were invisible.

"No, General Xiao is not looking at it-?" Someone in the crowd screamed in surprise. Xiao Yun looked into the city gate with the sound. After a black shadow surged in the capital, a sound of horse hooves came from the sound of horses. The sound was very far away. In a moment, it seemed to be right beside his ears. Hundreds of figures were surging rapidly in the night.

"This Tartar is really trying to kill himself?" Xiao Yun muttered a few times, jumped his eyebrows and quickly pulled out the moon-killing knife. He was about to rush forward to see what happened, but suddenly Mao Xiang jumped over.

He hurriedly pulled Mao Xiang's arm and said anxiously: "But the cavalry?"

Mao Xiang nodded and said, "Yes, is it the cavalry of the Tartars?"

"How many people?" Xiao Yun asked.

Mao Xiang looked solemn on his face, and he was silent for a while, saying, "There are not many people, but there are only more than 300 people, but they are well-trained and they are obviously not easy to go to the battlefield. Once they go to the battlefield, they will definitely be killed or injured?"

"Damn it, is it so powerful? Isn't this Yanyun Eighteen Riders?"

Mao Xiang said: "Absolutely?"

Xiao Yun swallowed a mouthful of foam and suddenly said, "Is it really that powerful?"

Mao Xiang looked at Xiao Yun and said, "Mongolian iron cavalry is in the world, so he is naturally powerful. The test is speed and long-range bows and arrows. Without these two things, the iron cavalry is not the iron cavalry? Besides, I, the men of the Ming Dynasty, are not all cowards. I would not be a turtle because of the three hundred iron cavalry. I must fight them to the end today, and even if I die, I will hold on until dawn?"

"Stay at dawn, that's you, not me. Besides, I will keep the green mountains and there is no need to worry about burning firewood. The Tartar cavalry has come out. It's enough to fight like this. I'd better retreat? "He was hesitating whether to say this, but suddenly Mao Xiang shouted: "The archer is ready, aim at the cavalry and shoot!"

After hearing the instructions, the archers outside the door bent their bows and shot the Mongolian cavalry that rushed towards the city gate.

Feather arrows fell like rain. Apart from shooting a few Tartar soldiers who had no time to resist, the feather arrows had already lost their effect against the Mongolian cavalry who had prepared for a long time, and the rest had no choice but to fight head-on.

Mao Xiang turned over the horse, pointed the long sword in his hand towards the sky, shouted loudly, and said, "If you are not afraid of death, kill me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he carried the reins of the horse in one hand and drove the horse to kill him first. The long sword broke through the air and saw a Tartar soldier. The sword flashed and shouted, and then he heard a scream. A Tartar soldier was beheaded and his huge body rolled down.

"Well, kill well!" Xiao Yun shouted, pulled the reins of the horse and then turned over the horse.

"General, what are you going to do?" A young general hurriedly grabbed him.

Xiao Yun shouted, "What are you doing? Can't you tell me? Kill the enemy and violate my heavenly power. Even if it is far away, I will be punished! Now the Ming Dynasty is the time when I need me, how can I sit still? Brothers, do you think so?"

Dozens of soldiers were already filled with tears in their eyes and cried, "The general's loyalty to the emperor and patriotism is a model that we admire. We swear to follow the general to kill the enemy?"

"Just talking but not practicing, you won't get on the horse!"

"yes!"

Dozens of temporary Ming cavalry followed Xiao Yun and rushed towards the enemy. These soldiers were originally Chang Yuchun's subordinates and were the most brave in fighting. After listening to Xiao Yun's orders, hundreds of cavalry held big swords and rushed up like a gust of wind. With the big swords waving, several Tartars were knocked down by them. The leader was the young general who sang eighteen mo with Xiao Yun. He charged forward, shouting loudly, with a forceful aura, and was very majestic.

"Grandpa, didn't it mean that the Iron Cavalry of the Yuan Dynasty is invincible in the world? Why was it knocked down in just a few strokes? History sometimes seems to be exaggerated?" Xiao Yun said with a serious look on his face.

"General, will you rush?" Several young generals behind him looked at Xu Feng rushing forward with majestic spirit, envious and kept urging.

"Damn it, it seems that the Tartar cavalry is just a legend, not that powerful? That's all right?" Xiao Yun smiled and suddenly pointed forward, shouting: "I'm not afraid of death, I want to go home to hold my wife and children, follow me to rush forward--" He held the Thunderbolt Knife in his hand and rushed forward. He ran into the two Tartar soldiers in front of him, and the Thunderbolt Knife opened the left and right. The first of the eight-style style of the Thunderbolt Knife was unfolded. The Thunderbolt Knife drew two shocking geeks. He screamed twice, and the two Tartars fell down, watching the Ming army following him were excited and cheering loudly.

The momentum of the Ming army suddenly increased. Dozens of soldiers following him shouted, waving their shaky swords, and the sword light shone without any ambiguity. Although there was less change than Xiao Yun's Moon-Slaying Sword Technique, the single sword flew over and white light flashed and the head fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were killed. The inspired cavalry shouted loudly and everyone fought bravely to kill the enemy.

They were originally the most elite cavalry under Chang Yuchun. After rigorous training, they were the most experienced in fighting the Tartar cavalry. At this time, the three of them were in a group, forming a plum blossom shape, cooperating with each other, protecting each other, and three people flew away alone, taking advantage of the opportunity to kill the enemy.

After some rushing, the army behind the Tartars also rushed up. The two sides fought, with swords, guns, sticks, people and horses rolling, horses roars, horses roars, screams, and the shouts of soldiers on both sides, all kinds of sounds came over, but no one had the time to listen, and they were fighting hard to survive.

A white light, a man fell down his horse's back, and scarlet blood kept flowing, quickly dyeing the floor in the city red. Another scream was that a Mongolian Tartar and the Ming army arrived together. The body that landed on the ground was still stuck in each other's weapons. Before his wide eyes could be closed, his body was already cold.

One person after another fell down, maybe it was a brother, maybe it was a father and son, maybe it was a son, more were young people who were only fifteen or sixteen years old. Before they could enjoy the world, they left the world in the fight, leaving their dearest and most missed persons, but at this time, no one had the world, and they were not in the mood to take a look at them, because then, maybe the next one would be them.

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