Two torrents rushed towards each other like crazy, just like two fearless drivers driving and colliding head-on at the fastest speed.

The brave one wins when we meet on a narrow road, here... there is no chance of regret with others at all.

This moment, just a moment.

In Ye Chunqiu's eyes, he saw that the two sides were all in a close distance, just between them.

Suddenly, his arm was held hard. In the passing of time, Ye Chunqiu didn't even dare to look at him sideways. He just stared at the school ground and stared at this second.

However, Zhu Houzhao was so excited that she couldn't help but hold Ye Chunqiu's arm. His hands couldn't help but tremble. The young emperor needed a victory too much and he could not bear any consequences of failure.

So... at this moment.

When countless people can't stop talking, everyone holds their breath, and everyone's eyes are looking at this moment.

Ye Chunqiu's eyes were like a slow frame replay of the movie. He saw Zhang Shao first breaking into the enemy formation. He saw Zulu and him passing by. He saw the torrent behind the two of them, which was like a tide.

He saw Zulu's sword slashing hard, he saw silver light flashing, he saw blood gushing out like a fountain, he saw war horses hitting each other, saw someone flying up, people turning over, he saw someone unwilling to rush to his opponent without hesitation, and bit the other's nose and ears. He saw someone's face twisted, he saw blood everywhere, it was a masterless war horse. Ye Chunqiu didn't even dare to look, but his eyes were still wide open, and he didn't dare to miss this second.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat. When Zhang Shao rushed into the enemy formation, rushed left and right, and cut off a Tatar, Ye Chunqiu's heart seemed to twitch. His mind buzzed. The back team did not connect. Although Zhang Shao and several personal soldiers rushed in, the gap was quickly blocked by the Tatars. Although the cavalry camp of the back team was still rushing, Zhang Shao was immediately divided into two with his cavalry.

It can be so...

Ye Chunqiu took a deep breath, but felt that he couldn't breathe out in the next breath, because he seemed to see Zulu showing a cunning grin on his face.

The cavalry's attack was based on indomitable progress, so their only means of combat was to charge. If they fought, they would be alive, and if they could fight, they would be dead.

However, the Tatar's Golden Tent Guard can make tactical fine adjustments when the two sides hand over. Obviously, this is a gap they deliberately left. Once the two armies hand over, it means that the gap may continue to expand and eventually be washed away by someone. This is the same as the dam in the flood. The thousand-mile dike is destroyed by an ant hole!

Ye Chunqiu's head buzzed, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

There were still cheers and shouts in my ears. Many people only saw the courage and fearlessness of the cavalry camp, but they obviously did not realize the danger.

A person was dismissed and screams came.

Blood began to permeate, and the fallen horses were trampled into meat paste by countless war horses.

But in this moment, the winner has been decided.

When Ye Chunqiu saw the Golden Tent Guard, he felt like he twisted into a fist and tore a hole in the cavalry camp.

Like a comb, blood marks were combed in the cavalry camp.

At this moment, the shouting came to an abrupt end.

Just now, they saw the storm of cavalry camp, but now they were suddenly disrupted, and more than a thousand people were immediately in a daze.

The Tatars rushed past the cavalry camp frantically. They still kept the horses running fast. Zulu's face was even more murderous. He excitedly danced the blood-stained sword in his hand, and took his iron cavalry to circle a diagonally on the school field. Then, he rushed into the cavalry camp that had not yet been reorganized like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

"kill!"

There are still shouts of killing, and there are still angry roars.

No one retreated until the Tatars came like a whirlwind.

Bang……

The sprinting horses pulled the horses on the spot and tried to make the horses run again. The officers and soldiers of the cavalry camp directly hit the person and turned over the horses. Countless people roared unwillingly. One person was carrying a knife. These cavalry naturally knew that the horses that could not be run and the cavalry team that could not be organized. At this time, no matter how many people were, they were just lambs to be slaughtered.

But no one retreated, they still raised their swords and tried to die with the fast-running Tatar cavalry, but... When the whirlwind-like Tatars flew past them, they had not even had time to react, and had been dropped by the enemy's long sword and blood was splattered everywhere.

"Kill!" Zhang Shao's eyes were already red. He knew that even if he could admit defeat at this time, he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly roared. He could not lose, nor could he admit defeat. The merits of his ancestors had given him a prominent life experience. Today, he could not escape in panic, let alone, His Majesty is here!

He cut over a single Tatar. He still gritted his teeth and roared wildly because he was stabbed in his right abdomen. He tried to gather the cavalry around him again and again, trying to reorganize, but the shrewd Tatars did not give him any chance. Even... they seemed to have planned that these Tatars must be a group of hungry wolves scattered in the desert. Every time they used the excuse to kill Zhang Shao, killing the people around Zhang Shao, and then snatched away. When someone gathered towards Zhang Shao again, they did not give these gathered people any chance, and roared past again.

There were people everywhere on the ground, and sporadic war horses and their masters were still fighting stubbornly.

At this moment, outside the school ground, there was no sound except the shouts of killing.

Everyone is silent.

Zhu Houzhao felt as if she had been hit hard in the chest, her face turned pale, and she was so powerless that she was about to fall down.

He lost, lost too thoroughly, but he still underestimated his enemies too much. He still felt that he was too blind and optimistic. He saw that the cavalry in the cavalry camp had reached a dead end, and he was still resisting under the leadership of Zhang Shao, who was bleeding all over the ground. Zhu Houzhao's heart seemed to have been taken away all of a sudden. His lips were squirming, stuttering something.

Suddenly, he roared sharply: "Stop, stop immediately!"

Batumonk, who was enjoying this good scene, smiled. He became the winner again. As if he had eradicated the powerful ministers back then, as if he had used the opportunity to attack the Oirat and played tricks on the previous Emperor Hongzhi, as if he had annexed Oirat, a winning smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!