The next day, early morning.

Fork intersection.

"quick!"

He Bule, who had not slept all night, stared at his blood-red eyes and shouted.

His sky collapsed instantly...

In fact, it collapsed yesterday evening.

He was not unwilling to release reconnaissance. His reconnaissance cavalry wandered outside the battlefield. Shixiong's troops rushed out from the south of Xuanhua. His reconnaissance cavalry had already discovered it. Then he quickly went south to report that before Shixiong's troops arrived at Jiming Post, Hebule had already known the nightmare news, and he also instantly realized that he had fallen into a trap.

But unfortunately it's too late.

After all, it would take time for him to withdraw his subordinates from the battlefield.

Even if the orders were passed, it would take enough time for Shi Xiong's cavalry to rush over Jiming Post.

At this time, the Mongolian army was actually in chaos. The militias cut the entire battlefield in eighteen chechengs, and the gullies, woods, and hills in the battlefield itself were also cut off the attacking Mongolian cavalry. They were like they were in a maze of chechengs. In this case, it was not easy to gather the army, and more importantly, they were also very disunited. They just wanted to retreat quickly, and they never thought about the consequences of the news being passed on.

Especially since this message was not known by Nuoyan at the same time. Will Nuoyan, who first knew that he had fallen into a trap, wait for those Nuoyan who were likely to find out after an hour to retreat together?

Well, of course they won't.

They will only escape as quickly as possible on their own.

In this way, Hebule, who had just satirized Wang Yue, was slapped in the face. With the news, the Mongolian army, which had already been exhausted, collapsed directly...

They are actually a tribal alliance.

Hebule was the strongest and received support from the Jurchens. He then forced all tribes to surrender to him and respect him as the Khan.

But to be loyal is nonsense.

Of course it is very happy to rob money and women together, but it would be strange if they don't leave when they encounter such a desperate situation. The first one was the White Tatar. They had already rushed to the north of Tumu Fort, but in fact they could see the dust in the north themselves. After learning that it was Shi Xiong's cavalry army that appeared, they fled to Zhuolu without hesitation, but unfortunately they were smart but were mistaken. They did escape first, but because of route issues, they were attacked first by the Shengsheng Army.

And it is a horizontal attack with cavalry.

From Tumu Fort to Zhuolu is a real plain, pure plain. On such a terrain, a cavalry that fled to the point of being attacked by cavalrymen with disarray is needless to say.

It's totally crushing.

In the twilight, those real iron cavalry equipped with horses and horses, like stones smashing porcelain, instantly smashing the white Tatars. The archers who did not form formations were overturned by the cavalry under the impact of the cavalry, and were trampled under the iron hooves with despair screams. The Hussars surrounded on both wings quickly completed their encirclement. The white Tatars, who were blocked by the mountains behind them, struggled helplessly in this encirclement, and then fell down under the attack of various weapons. The banks of the Sanggan River directly turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Fortunately, the White Tatars also attracted the cavalry of the victorious army, giving Hebule time to escape from the battlefield.

But unfortunately, at the same time, the Xi people led by Xiao Gan also arrived. His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Xi Kingdom personally led the expedition and suddenly appeared in front of the Mengwu people with his cavalry.

Hebule never thought that he would be attacked in this direction!

Because it was already dark, and these guys were wearing broken leather robes, Hutula, who was commanding the retreat, even thought it was his own people, but in the blink of an eye, he was flooded by these same nomadic cavalry. At this time, Hebule didn't know whether his son was alive or dead. The entire battlefield was completely disrupted, and even the militia disbanded the formation and joined the ranks of beating the Mengwu people. You must know whether it is the head or the horses, and these militias suffered a lot of losses, so they must grab the spoils to make up for it.

More than 20,000 militias!

And they were entangled with the Mongolian cavalry.

Their sudden counterattack quickly blocked the latter's retreat, making the Mengwu cavalry who had originally passed through their passageways instantly as if they were trapped in a mud.

Especially night also came. Although there was moonlight, the battlefield, which had been completely messy, completely lost the possibility of rescue. Hebule could only look at his more than 20,000 cavalry in despair, and then sink into the dark wasteland.

The cavalry of the Ever-Victory Army in the north beat the White Tatars.

The latter even began to give up the war horse in despair and fled into the mountains and forests behind him.

But this is useless, because those militiamen like this. Cavalry climbed over mountains and rivers. For these militias who were familiar with the terrain of this area, it was really like giving them heads. Even if they didn't kill them, they caught them alive and sent them to the talent market, it would be a considerable income.

More than 20,000 militias and 10,000 Xi cavalry disbanded in the south, fought chaotic battles with the Mongolian cavalry in the dark.

The militia and the Xi people don’t have to worry about being injured by accident. In fact, they are all familiar with each other. These Xi people are mainly nomadic in the valleys outside Gubeikou, and the western border is Longmen Pass. In recent years, they mainly traded with militiamen in Xuanda. Therefore, after receiving the invitation from Wang Yue, the emperor of the Daxi Kingdom, who was treating illness in Yanshan City, just summoned people directly.

Moreover, the Second Infantry Army of the Eternal Victory Army, which attacked from Tianjin Pass, also formed a formation to join the battlefield. These are the genuine Eternal Victory Army. They smashed the already collapsed Mongolian cavalry like a heavy hammer, and used the crossbows and firearms in their hands to harvest the latter's lives crazily. In the end, on this night of the Mongols, it was a completely nightmare for the Mongols. More than 70,000 troops, including nearly 30,000 cavalry, launched a siege against them who were only over 20,000, and they were completely broken up.

On the battlefield of about 200 square kilometers, the Mongolian cavalry that fought each other was destroyed by the besiege of the Song and Xi coalition forces.

For the Mongols, this is the night of death, the night of blood, their unforgettable memories...

If they can go back alive.

In fact, the battle continues.

However, the Khan of Hebule had already escaped. He and his eldest son Oqinbaer Heihei fought with his three thousand elite soldiers who were guarding him for a night before finally coming out of the battlefield. However, at this time the remaining guards were less than a thousand. It was not that they were all dead. A large part of them ran away. They had run away for a whole night and fought for a whole night. Who knows what happened to the people behind them?

But fortunately, I finally escaped.

Because at this moment they were the only way to escape from this trap...

"I finally escaped. If I see that dog again, I will have to peel him off!"

Hebule, who had escaped for seventy miles overnight, looked at the entrance of the canyon ahead and wiped his head and said hatefully.

This canyon is the only way to escape from this trap. To the south of the canyon is Xieyang Pass. From the fork entrance to the twenty-mile canyon in Xieyang Pass, connecting the two basins of Weizhou and Zhuolu.

"Well, he may not be lying to us."

Oqinbaerhei said.

Poor they are still unable to be sure of the mastermind behind all this.

"Hmph, are you lying to us? I'll strip him of skin!"

Hebule said gritting his teeth.

Indeed, it doesn't matter whether the dog is lying to him. He was almost wiped out by the army. How could he calm his anger? After this battle, at least half of the blood in the Mengwu Kingdom was dried up. Although there were still 10,000 cavalrymen in Anbahai, the next thing he had to do was to escape back to the northern grassland. He had completely failed. Not to mention staying here to fight for Xuanda, it was hard to say whether he could save his Mongolia Kingdom even if he went back. Those troops who just surrendered to him would definitely use him to vent their anger because of the heavy losses this time.

"Da Khan, are you talking about me?"

Suddenly a voice rang above his head.

Hebule's father and son and the cavalry around him raised their heads in surprise and looked at the hillside next to him, where a man with an iron armor and even an iron mask on his face was illuminated by the morning glow, looking at him with an exaggerated giant bow.

"Da Khan, are you talking about me?"

He said sincerely.

"Kill, kill this dog!"

Hebule suddenly woke up, and he roared with a knife in anger.

The cavalry around them all raised their bows in an instant, and then hundreds of arrows flew out at the same time. Unfortunately, after flying for hundreds of meters, they had no strength. Moreover, the opponent was at a high place, with only a few arrows hitting him and then bounced away by iron armor. However, some cavalry were already dismounting and preparing to charge upwards...

"Come back, don't fall into his plan!"

Hebule shouted.

The cavalry stopped quickly.

Indeed, I am running for my life now and I have no time to get entangled with this guy.

"Who are you?"

Hebule said with a look of hatred.

"who I am?"

Wang Yue suddenly looked up at the sky like constipation. Several sharpshooters beside Hebule immediately raised their bows and arrows to shoot him, but such a distance was destined to be useless. It was difficult to hit such a distance, even sharpshooters. This is a bow and arrow, not a rifle, not to mention that he was still at a high place at this time, and the arrows shot upwards and arrows shot downwards are different.

"I am your nightmare, I am the suppressor of all the barbarians, I am the verdict of all heresy, I am the crusher of the old world!"

Amid the jingling of sharp arrows hitting the iron armor, Wang Yue, wearing an iron mask, howled like a storm.
Chapter completed!