Chapter 251 Desperation

While the horseshoes were flying, Zhang Yu's order arrived. Those archers let go of the arrows in their hands, and a small black cloud immediately appeared in the sky.

"Puff puff!"

The arrow pierced into the flesh, and the people screamed and the horse neighed, making the street a Shura field.

"Can't stop! Go up!"

The general of Wala looked at the fallen horses and sergeants in front, gritted his teeth and ordered: "Go again! Those who retreat will be cut!"

This is to prepare for a wave to take away the front line of defense.

At this time, an officer asked worriedly: "Minhan Nayan, the Ming army has a military fort ten miles away, will they come to help?"

Minhan Nayan is also the official of Qianhu.

Hearing this, he said contemptuously: "Our army marches and sneaks at night. When they find out, regardless of whether there is time or not, do they dare to fight our army at night?"

The officer nodded and said: "That's right, Ming people are timid and dare not fight with our army, so today Xinghe Fort is ours!"

"Kill!"

The relatively spacious street was immediately filled with cavalry, and the shouts of killing were loud.

Seeing this momentum, Zhang Yu closed his eyes and said, "Let's fight and retreat!"

A charge of this scale cannot be stopped by these hastily deployed sergeants.

"Puff puff!"

At this time, the front has already engaged in battle.

One after another, the spears pierced into the flatter's chest, and then the owner of the spears was knocked away by the rushing horse.

The long spear array was broken!

The three men outside the fort hadn't left yet. Seeing the fire inside the fort and hearing those shouts, they all walked forward excitedly.

"Aslan, who will win?"

Aslan heard the shouts in the castle: "Da Ming can't win!"

"Then the Oirats won? It's a pity that our army hasn't arrived yet, otherwise we might as well take the opportunity to kill them all!"

Aslan frowned when he heard this, and said, "Koira's main force is not here, what's the use of killing these people? It will only make the Ming people and the Waha people join forces to attack us again!"

As soon as these words came out, the other two showed hatred on their faces, and said angrily: "Ming is so despicable, he actually joined forces with Mahamu last time, otherwise he would not be our opponent!"

Aslan sneered and said, "Now the battle between the Ming people and Wala is inevitable, we just watch the battle from the sidelines. If there is any advantage to take advantage of, then leave the emperor of the Ming people on the grassland!"

Hearing the louder roar in the city, Aslan said: "Ming Ming is dead, let's go back!"

But as soon as he got on the horse, a companion whispered: "Aslan, it seems that a large army has arrived!"

Aslan's body trembled when he heard this, and he looked over with his falcon-like eyes.

It was a long line of teams marching towards Xinghebao at a very fast speed, but it could be seen from the general outline in the dark night that this team was well-trained.

"Who are they? Oirats? Or..."

"Aslan, shall we still go?"

"Don't go, let's take a look first."

"kill!"

Inside the fort, the formation of the Ming army has been dispersed by the cavalry, and they are basically fighting on their own.

Zhang Yu shouted angrily, swung his knife and cut a cavalryman off his horse, and then kicked the enemy on the neck.

He raised his head wearily, and saw that the soldiers around him were struggling to support themselves.

And not far away, the second wave of shock from the Oirats is coming soon.

After annihilating this wave of enemies, looking at the remaining people, and most of them were wounded, everyone understood.

The last moment has come!

The power of the cavalry under the firelight is astonishing, and they are already breathtaking before approaching.

Seeing this scene, a sergeant suddenly dropped his knife and shouted, "I don't want to die here..."

But when he turned to run away, a long knife waved over.

When the head fell to the ground, Ma Biao's face was covered with blood, and he roared: "All gather together, only those who dare to escape are like this!"

The survivors all approached silently, Zhang Yu smiled wryly and said, "This is the end, let me fight to the death for Daming!"

The horseshoes on the opposite side were clattering urgently, and the Oirats were preparing to wipe out the last resisters, and then the entire Xinghe Fort would be their spoils of war.

Countless gold, silver and copper coins, as well as those food and women...

These things will soon be ours!

"Yo ho!"

An Oirat cavalry couldn't hold back his excitement, he stood upright on his horse, shaking his saber and shouting.

"Yo heh..."

This is the greedy and bloodthirsty cry from the vast grassland!

This is the horseback nation's contempt for the farming nation!

You are all the cattle and sheep that we shepherd. Every few decades or hundreds of years, you should obediently wait for us to come to harvest.

Zhang Yu stood there blankly, the hand holding the knife trembling.

Everyone's face was ashen, looking at the approaching enemy, they had almost lost the courage to resist.

Zhao Xinbang's body was all red, and he suddenly swung his knife and shouted, "Let us die!"

"Let us die!"

There were very few responders, and everyone was waiting for the moment of death.

"Kill Hubao will come to our rescue!"

A sergeant shouted with a nervous breakdown.

"No, no one will come at night, and they will be too late!"

Ma Biao said calmly.

Back then when Fang Xing named the small fort as Shahu Fort, he was ridiculed by these people, but when it was time for life and death, everyone remembered Fang Xing who didn't lower his waist to seek happiness and fort.

And that formidable army!

"It would be great if they were here!"

Yu Sanhuo said regretfully, completely forgetting that he supported Zhang Yu's decision not to accept Fang Xing's subordinate.

Zhao Xinbang laughed and said, "At the beginning, we were like driving away poor relatives who came to the door to beat the autumn wind, but now we still expect others to save us?"

Zhang Yu looked up at the sky, and shouted in his heart: "Fang Xing, Mr. Fang, where are you!"

Sensing the low morale over there, General Wala smiled triumphantly: "I'm going to find a place. I'm going to sleep with three Ming women tonight. They must be the most beautiful!"

The man beside him laughed and said: "Of course the people below know the rules, and they will definitely send the most beautiful and juicy women over."

"kill!"

At this time, Zhao Xinbang, who was not reconciled, rushed back with dozens of people holding big knives.

A minute later, only Zhao Xinbang was left in front of him. He was gasping for breath, staring blankly at the dead Pao Ze on the ground.

"Yilulu!"

At this time, a Wala Baihu official waved his hand to stop the charge, and then he arrogantly said to Zhao Xinbang in Daming dialect: "You are a warrior, are you willing to be my servant?"

Zhao Xinbang panted, and gradually laughed.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Xinbang spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed: "I am a man of the Ming Dynasty, how could I be willing to be company with you gang of foul-smelling Tartars!"

This Baihu was proficient in Daming dialect, he shook his head when he heard the words, and was about to wave his hands to finish off these stubborn guys.

"Hey hey hey..."

At this moment, there was a sound of neat footsteps outside.

"Boom!"

The footsteps were getting closer, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhang Yu excitedly said: "Is it our reinforcements?"

Ma Biao said coldly: "It may also be the successor of Wala!"

Just when everyone was guessing who it was, a sharp cry resounded through the night sky.

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