At the foot of the mountain, the Fried Flowers Camp attacked the defeated Tatars again and returned listlessly. They walked back to their tent without saying a word.

When several generals saw this situation, they couldn't help but sigh. The fried flowers were already terminally ill, sometimes awake, sometimes unconscious, and their temperament changed drastically, and they often dragged people to death. Who dared to withdraw their troops in this situation?

At the moment, I can only drag it like this. I hope that the Ming people on the mountain can’t hold on and walk down the Hat Mountain by themselves!

However, this possibility is not great. It is obvious that Hat Mountain is a carefully prepared defensive location for the opponent. Otherwise, how to choose one at will is such an excellent defensive location.

Except for the southern slope, the other directions were unable to attack at all. The Tatars tried a few times, and the stones rolling down from the hill caused them to suffer heavy casualties.

The south slope is a chaotic car array, which cost them nearly 3,000 people in a few days. If they continue to fight like this, the elite of ten thousand people will have to collapse!

"Woo!" The desolate horn sounded, and several generals were slightly stunned, then quickly walked towards the tallest tent.

Baked Flower sat in the center with a pale face, looking at the generals in the account with a gloomy face, and after a long time, he said weakly: "It's been five days! It's been five days!

The warrior of immortality should cut off the enemy's head and make it into a wine glass to drink strong wine!

And what about you? Why are you still at the foot of the mountain? Have you ever attacked the top of the mountain once?

Hum? Could it be that I was boasting that I was physically uncomfortable, and the blade was not good, so I couldn’t kill anyone?”

After saying the words of the frying flowers, the generals swept across the account with their eagle-like eyes. The generals below quickly lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him at all.

"Before sunset! I want to see the head of the Ming general, otherwise you will go to see Changshengtian!" Everyone was stunned when they heard the words of fried flowers.

They have experienced the defense of Hat Mountain, and strong attacks are absolutely not advisable. Even if they capture Hat Mountain, there will be a few elite people left.

The generals looked at each other secretly, their eyes full of complex emotions.

At this moment, a man stumbled into the big tent, lying on the ground with a "splash!" and wailed: "The leader is not good! The Ming people sneaked into the tribe's garrison, with more than half of them killed or injured!

If the leader Gongtu had not arrived, the entire tribe would no longer exist!"

"What did you say?"

"Say it again? Who sneaked into the tribe?"

"Did the tribe really suffer heavy losses? Is Sanger still alive?"

...

The entire tent suddenly became chaotic, and several generals became ants on the hot pan, pulling up messengers on the ground and asking constantly.

The fried flowers were dull, and his eyes were blankly looking at the ceiling of the big tent, muttering to himself: "The fried flowers are finished! It's completely finished!"

"Sir! Let's withdraw our troops! We must kill all the Ming people who attacked the tribe!"

"Yes! The tribe tribe's life and death are uncertain, let's go back and take a look!"

"My son Sanger died so miserably! I want to kill the damn Ming people and kill all the Han people!"

...

Listening to the sound of talking, a little blood appeared on the fried flower's face. He suddenly slapped the armrest of the chair and shouted, "Shut up!"

The big tent suddenly became quiet, and the fried flowers suddenly stood up from the chair, walked to the messenger for a few steps, and slashed the other party's surprise head with a knife.

Blood splattered and fried flowers were all over his body. He turned his head and looked at the generals in the tent and said word by word: "Do you think we can go back?"

Will Gongtu let our tribe go? Will he give up the opportunity to annex us?

Let’s wake up! When you go back now, the fried flower chorizo ​​no longer exists, it will never exist!"

When it comes to frying flowers, everyone is silent. On the grassland, the strong are prey on the strong and have no eternal allies, and it is natural to annex the weak. The frying flowers is weak, so it is normal for Gongtu to take the opportunity to annex.

Looking at his lost subordinates, Fried Flowers raised the blood-stained steel knife and shouted: "There is only one way to save the Fried Flowers, that is, bring the head of the Mingren to return. At that time, countless small tribes will definitely join.

Will Gongtu still dare to annex us who returned victoriously? He will spit out all the food he eats, otherwise the warriors who will return with me will bring countless warriors to flatten his tribe!"

The leader is not losing money when it comes to frying flowers. A few words make the at a loss find hope. Without giving instructions, the generals gathered the troops and rushed to Hat Mountain in a hurry.

Only when the fried flowers followed slowly, the actions just now exhausted his last energy and finally someone tied him to the horse, so he barely came to the bottom of the Hat Mountain.

Countless Tatars rushed to the top of the mountain, but were blocked by the strange car formation on the side of the mountain, and a fierce offensive and defensive battle started again.

...

"Swoosh!" A ravine flew over Li Fan's face, but Li Fan's hands did not tremble at all. He still held the telescope and observed the situation of the battle.

"Sir! This place is dangerous, you should go back to the top of the mountain! Don't worry! If you can't keep it, I will come and see you!" Tang Feng said anxiously.

The Tatars didn't know what was going crazy. This attack changed from the lazy appearance of the previous few days, and attacked the postmen's defense one by one.

The postmen were caught off guard and were broken five or six chariot formations one after another. They had already been broken into the defense line by the Tatars and were desperately blocking them.

Although Li Fan is in the second line of defense at this moment, he is also within the range of the opponent's bow and arrow, so Tang Feng is so nervous.

Hearing Tang Feng's words, Li Fan smiled and said without looking back: "I guess... no! I must have learned that the tribe was compromised by Qi Jin. He was trying to fight to the decisive battle. How could I let him down!"

After saying that, Li Fan put down his telescope, took the musket from his personal soldiers, jumped out of the chariot, and came outside the second line of defense.

Tang Feng was shocked and hurried to Li Fan's side. Before he could persuade him, he heard Li Fan's loud voice.

"The royal postman obeys the order! Everyone, arrange the array with me as the center!"

After the shouting, a postman jumped out and stood at the sight beside Li Fan. Then the postman in the defense line stopped hesitating and stood next to Li Fan one after another. Soon a three-row musket array of five hundred people was formed.

"Everything is there! The first line of defense of the target, attack the formation! Shoot forward!" Li Fan's order was issued, and the first row of musketeers opened fire at the Tatars who broke into the defense, but they did not return to the back formation, but stood there to reload.

The second row of musketeers took a step forward, surpassing the first row of musketeers to open fire, and then stood there to load.

In this way, the musket array centered on Li Fan rolled forward and kept firing at the Tatars.

The postmen who were still fighting for the first line of defense with the Tatars also began to retreat and join Li Fan's musket formation.

The musket array gradually grew, reaching more than 700 people, almost covering the Tatars.
Chapter completed!