The big flag is a symbol of Tumot Khan. Its fall will definitely cause chaos, and it is definitely fatal in the battlefield of cold weapons with poor information.

He hit the big flag with one shot, and everyone who came out of the city to carry the cannon was happy, but no one expected that Amphiyaogu called out, then jumped onto the war horse and rushed towards the Tatar cavalry.

Uh Yidu's forehead was full of blue veins. He swore that he would never listen to anything Anfei Yanggu said in the future. His brother was simply a lunatic.

Even if the Tatars are in chaos, there are still tens of thousands of people! If one person rushes in, he can't even have a bubble, and he will be submerged.

Without any hesitation, he jumped onto the war horse and said, "Follow me!"

Looking at the dozen or so mercenaries leaving, Xiao Shunzi was a little confused. He looked back at the cannons trapped in the soil and asked, "Brother Ergou! How can we get the cannons back?"

Zhang Shuangquan had lost the pleasure of hitting the big flag. He took the wooden hand from the car and lifted it up. He said with a dark face: "I'm just making a fuck, hurry up and dig out the cannon!"

"What……?"

...

Spit out the soil in his mouth, Shanba shouted in anger: "Where is Hangou shooting? Find them out, I'm going to cut..."

He was stunned when he said halfway through his words. The thing that was trampled under his feet looked familiar, as if it was his big banner.

The big flag fell?

This thought arose in his mind, and he immediately frightened him into a cold sweat. He was already at a disadvantage, but now the flag of the big flag falls down again, so there is no need to fight this battle.

"Hurry up the big flag, don't worry about me, go and hold the flag!"

The guard hurriedly ran towards the big flag, but the big flag was too heavy and could not be done with just a few guards.

At this moment, a close confidant ran over in panic, "Khan! It's not good! The Ming army is pressing forward, our people can't stop it!"

Before Shanba could come up with a solution, another person ran over, "Khan! No! The group of madmen from the Jurchen tribes have come here, and our people are retreating step by step!"

"Khan..."

Shanba was furious and pointed to another confidant who was about to speak and said angrily: "Stop it! Ben Khan knows that he can't stop it. I dare to say a little more to make your head fall to the ground!"

The man was so scared that he had a group of necks that he quickly closed his mouth and did not dare to say anything, but he looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

Shanba glanced at his subordinate who was beaten backwards and sighed, "It's time to leave! Maybe I shouldn't have come to Nuer to fight Dusi!"

"Stop him!" Shanba's sighed, and looked up and saw that a cavalry approached within fifty steps.

Shanba's forehead was beating, and he pointed at the cavalry rushing over and shouted: "Minggou is approaching here, are you all dead people?"

What is the use of me in Khan for you? It’s better than a barking dog!"

The confidant just now slapped his face a few times, and replied carefully: "Khan! I just wanted to say that someone is approaching, but you..."

"Bastard! Someone will kill him when he gets close. I still have to ask about such a small matter?" Shanba said angrily.

The confidant immediately ran over and ordered loudly: "Shoot him to death! Shoot the arrow! Launch the arrow!"

...

Anfei Yanggu held the big knife in his hand tightly, and only had one thought in his mind, that is, killing people!

Facing the arrow shot, he just lowered his body and minimized the chance of being shot.

"Xi Lulu!" The war horse under his crotch made a neigh, and Anfei Yanggu's heart tightened. The war horse only had simple leather armor protection, and it was difficult to block the arrows shot at such a close distance.

He kept praying in his heart: "Hurry up! Hurry up! There are only thirty steps left!"

But his prayers did not work, and the war horse neighed again. This time, the war horse staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Affyngu was anxious, and regardless of not entering the range, he pulled out the short-barrel musket and pulled the trigger one after another at the Tatars.

More than thirty steps have exceeded the range of the short-barrel musket. Even if the dart bullet hits the target, it has no lethality.

But the Tatars were a little timid. There were countless warriors who had fallen under the musket in recent days. The moment they saw the musket, their movements unconsciously slowed down. When they realized that, Affyanggu had already rushed to within ten steps.

"Swoosh!" Another rain of arrows came, and there was no way to avoid such a close distance. An Fei Yanggu's war horse neighed and fell to the ground. Even An Fei Yanggu had four or five arrows inserted into An Fei Yanggu's body and fell far away.

After looking at Affeyangu who was five or six steps away, the Tatars breathed a sigh of relief. They were frightened by Affeyangu's madness. Who was so suicide-like rushing forward, but fortunately the other party stopped moving.

Wait! The "corpse" on the ground seems to have moved!

When a few arrows were inserted into their bodies, the Tatars were uneasy. Some people set their bows and arrows, some pulled out their weapons, and some were slowly retreating.

Affyungu shook his dizzy head, ignored the arrows on his body, and burst out with an angry roar: "Kill!" and rushed towards the Tatars.

The distance of less than five steps was reached in the blink of an eye. As soon as the Tatars opened their bows and arrows, Affey Yanggu rushed to the front of him.

Raising the heavy sword in his hand, An Fei Yanggu jumped high and slashed at a archer.

The archer had just had time to turn sideways slightly, and was slashed from his shoulder to his waist by the knife, and blood splattered across An Fei Yanggu's body.

After succeeding with one blow, Ahnfei Yanggu slashed left and right, and knocked down two Tatars and rushed forward with great strides. When he met the Tatars, he would chop them up, without caring about the other party's sword.

"Kill him!" Shanba ordered with a ugly face, jumped onto the war horse and took the people away. How could he take a little wise man seriously? So what if he could fight?

Being surrounded by people can't escape death! All he has to do now is to escape. As long as he returns to the grassland, he is still the king there.

The miserable defeat of Nuergandusi will never be forgotten. He will continue to send people to harass Nuergandusi, so that the Han people here will not be quiet.

When he recovers his strength, he must join forces with the Tatar tribes to attack Nuergandus. Jingbeibo can block his 50,000 army, so what about the 100,000, 200,000, or even 500,000 army?

By then, he will razend the place to the ground and kill everyone here!

...

Affey Yanggu killed several Tatars with his blood courage, but he was only one person after all. He was surrounded by the other party and soon had several wounds on his body.

He had just cut over an enemy and a heavy knife on the left came over. Amphetun was cut back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

He looked down and cut open his breastplate, leaving a deep mark on the inner armor. If there was no protection of the inner armor, this knife would have killed him.

After succeeding in the sneak attack, the Tatars approached Affeyan with a grim smile and said, "Jurchens! You are not a Han, why do you have to fight so hard?

I will kneel down and surrender immediately, I may spare your life!"

Hearing this, Affyanggu took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, breathing the turbid air on the battlefield, and seeing the Tatars around him empty.
Chapter completed!