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Looking at the oncoming crazy war horses, they didn't know what the consequences would be if they let these horses charge forward.
One or two of the war horses went wild and out of control, but looking around, there were crazy war horses everywhere. Even the high priest Harriman, who had been so confident before and shouted that he wanted to take Li Huan's head, was now rushing with a solemn expression.
The generals beside him, whose expressions changed greatly, shouted: "Quick, send the order quickly, be sure to stop these crazy horses from approaching, shoot them, shoot them for me."
When a war horse goes crazy, even if you want to tame it, it will not be a matter of time. Especially when a steady stream of war horses are coming, it is impossible to tame these war horses. The only way is to shoot these crazy war horses.
on the spot.
As Harriman's order was issued, a group of Tatars who had already been prepared shot the arrows in their hands.
Arrows fell like rain, and facing the rain of arrows, the horse rushing in front was shot immediately.
Many war horses made a shrill neighing sound, but unless they were shot directly into vital parts, just one or two arrows falling on them would not be able to kill these crazy war horses on the spot.
Not only that, because of the arrow, the already crazy war horse became even more crazy under the pain and stimulation of his body.
Of course, many war horses were shot directly and fell to the ground on the spot and never got up again.
Looking at the approaching group of war horses, Harriman retreated into the army under the protection of the generals and personal guards around him.
Under the protection of the army, Harriman looked very ugly. He pointed the scepter in his hand forward and shouted: "Kill, kill me!"
When the first war horse bumped into another war horse, what followed was a group of attacking horses. These war horses didn't care about anything in front of them and just bumped into it.
Even though these Tatars were well prepared, they were still thrown into chaos by these crazy horses.
The horses under many Tatar soldiers seemed to be affected by these crazy horses and began to show signs of losing control. In addition, the surroundings began to become chaotic. Many Tatar soldiers fell directly from their horses and were trampled by the horses.
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It is obviously impossible to rely on these crazy war horses to completely break up the formation of more than 20,000 Tatar troops. Even if a certain degree of turmoil occurs, not many Tatars will actually die in this chaos.
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After all, these Tatars have grown up on horses, and their life-saving abilities on horses are top-notch.
But Li Huan and the others had no hope that they could defeat these Tatars with more than ten thousand crazy horses.
Li Huan just wanted to use his crazy horses to give the Tatar army a head-on blow. It is conceivable that the morale of the Tatars will be greatly affected by this chaos of horses rushing into the battle.
Li Huan, who was leading the charge, saw a large number of horses being shot and killed on the spot. Many Tatars had already begun to try to control the crazy horses. Under such a situation, it would not take long for the Tatars to kill them.
Control those crazy horses.
It was a pity that these Tatars had no time at all, because by this time Li Huan had already led his army to kill them.
High Priest Harriman, who had already hid in the army at this time, also noticed Li Huan who was rushing at the front. At this time, Li Huan was wearing a red cloak, and with the coach's flag behind him fluttering in the wind, it was definitely
The most eye-catching presence on the battlefield.
The first time he saw Li Huan, Harriman said to the generals beside him: "Everyone, that is the murderous maniac Li Huan who led the Ming army to cause wanton killings on our prairie and slaughtered more than a dozen of my tribes.
Bar."
Everyone looked at the eye-catching handsome flag and nodded.
Then a burly Buddhist monk said to Harriman: "Great Priest, let me take his head to pay homage to the people of Changshengtian who were harmed by him."
Hearing this, the high priest glanced at the monk, nodded slightly and said, "Abamu, you are the eagle of my grassland and the invincible warrior of my grassland. You must kill that devil today. Can you do it?"
Abamuna's fist as big as a sandbag hit his chest hard, making a thumping sound and said, "Don't worry, high priest, I'll kill him right away."
While speaking, Abamu held a red-gold demon-conquering pestle in his hand and shouted: "Get out of my way, I am here, Abamu."
Following Abamu's roar, the Tatar crowd suddenly made a way out of the crowd. Abamu rode a strange horse like a ferocious beast towards Li Huan's handsome flag.
Soon, several crazed war horses came towards him. Without thinking, Abamu waved the magic pestle in his hand. In the blink of an eye, several crazed war horses had their heads smashed by it.
"If you don't mind, General Ming, I'll behead you soon."
Li Huan looked at Abamu, who was shouting and coming on horseback, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment, with a smile on his lips.
At this moment, Xu Ying, who was following Li Huan, couldn't help but her eyes lit up when she saw Abamu: "General, leave this person to me."
Li Huan just smiled, and Xu Ying immediately slapped her horse and rushed forward.
Abamu only saw Li Huan in a red cloak. When he saw a general rushing towards him, he was naturally very disdainful. He smashed the magic pestle at Xu Ying in his hand.
Just looking at Abamu's casual behavior, it was clear that Abamu didn't take Xu Ying to heart at all.
Xu Ying was furious. He admitted that Li Huan was indeed extremely eye-catching. Anyone who followed Li Huan would be overshadowed by Li Huan's brilliance, but this was not the reason for him to be underestimated.
"Damn it, if you dare to underestimate your Grandpa Xu, go to hell."
With such thoughts flashing through her mind, Xu Ying shook the spear in her hand and stabbed Abamu's chest with all her strength.
A sense of crisis suddenly rose, and Abamu was shocked. He only heard a roar, and Xu Ying's spear was piercing Abamu's demon-conquering pestle.
As one of the most powerful Tatars, Abamu's strength is certainly not bad. It can even be said that if they were to compete, Abamu would be even better than Xu Ying.
It's just that Abamu didn't take Xu Ying into consideration from the beginning, so he only used half of his strength in the attack. It's conceivable that in this case, Abamu fought Xu Ying who tried his best with just one move.
The Demonic Pestle was thrown away, and at the same time, the spear in Xu Ying's hand pierced Abamu's chest like a bolt of lightning.
It wasn't until the severe pain in his chest made Abamu realize that he had been stabbed by Xu Ying.
The strength in his whole body passed away rapidly, and Abamu glanced at Xu Ying unwillingly. As the spear was pulled out, a large amount of blood spurted out, and Abamu's figure fell directly from the horse.
Harriman and other Tatars who were watching the battle in the distance originally expected Abamu to be able to kill Li Huan. What they didn't expect was that they did not see Li Huan die. Instead, they watched Abamu be killed by a soldier.
The Ming army general was shot to death.
Dumbfounded, Harriman suddenly roared angrily: "What a waste, what a waste. In vain, Abam dared to call me a Tartar warrior. He was so careless. It would be a pity to die."
While angrily scolding Abamu for being useless, Harriman said to the generals around him: "Who else is willing to take Li Huan's head for me?"
Although Abamu is said to be brave, he is not truly invincible. At least there are people among the Tatars who can compete with him.
Besides, Abamu was stabbed to death by Xu Ying just now. It was obvious that Abamu was careless. Naturally, these Tatar generals were not afraid of Xu Ying.
After Harriman finished speaking, several people stood up and shouted: "High Priest, let us come."
At this moment, Li Huan was waving the spear in his hand, like a killer coming out of hell, unstoppable wherever he passed.
It can be said that wherever Li Huan passed, broken arms and limbs were flying all over the sky. The Tatars blocking Li Huan were swept away directly. In the blood mist that filled the sky, Li Huan's figure really looked like a devil.
Not only were the Tatars in front of Li Huan frightened, but Harriman, who was getting angry in the distance, also clearly saw the scene of Li Huan killing everyone, and his eyes widened for a moment, his face
Showing a look of horror.
The Tatar warriors who had just asked for a fight opened their mouths wide, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
No matter what Harriman said, he was also a wise man among the Tatars. When he came to his senses, he immediately realized what harm would be caused to the morale of the army by allowing Li Huan to kill all directions.
Especially at this time, the morale of the Tatar army has been affected by those crazy horses. If Li Huan is allowed to kill everyone, there is no guarantee that the morale of the army will not collapse.
Once the morale of the army collapses, no matter how many troops there are, they will only end up being hunted down.
"You guys, hurry up and stop that murderous maniac. If one of you fails, join together. No matter what method you use, kill him."
Harriman shouted at the Tatar warriors who had just invited him to fight.
Several people looked at each other, took a deep breath, and galloped away towards Li Huan.
They are also strong men on the grassland. Although they have seen Li Huan's power, their pride as strong men prevents them from retreating.
Besides, if they alone are no match for Li Huan, then they should besiege Li Huan together. Even if Li Huan has three heads and six arms, can he still withstand their siege?
At a glance, Li Huan saw the few people who were rushing forward with strong breaths. He paused with the spear in his hand and pulled the reins of the horse under him. The original impact of the attack paused for a moment.
When several people rushed forward, one of them seemed to want to speak, but Li Huan had no intention of talking to him at all, and just stabbed out his spear like a dragon.
With a puff, the man tried his best to block Li Huan's spear that was thrust straight at him, but what made him despair was that no matter how hard he tried, he could only watch the spear pierce his chest.
"damn it!"
When the companions on the side saw this scene, their eyes widened with anger, and they greeted Li Huan with weapons in their hands.
Li Huan stabbed the man in front to death with one blow and then swept across with his spear. The spear, which was more than ten feet long, made a sonic boom, like thunder.
"not good!"
The few powerful Tatar men who had just rushed forward heard the terrifying sonic boom, and their faces showed signs of panic like frightened rabbits.
One of them instinctively jumped up to avoid the sweeping spear. Although the other party's reaction was fast enough, Li Huan's sweeping spear was also as fast as lightning.
Accompanied by screams, these strong Tatars were directly blocked from the waist and beaten to pieces. Even the one who reacted the fastest and jumped up was hit by a spear in both legs, and his legs were blown to pieces on the spot.
Li Huan was slightly startled when he saw the powerful Tatar appearing in mid-air. The next moment, he swiped his spear and blasted the opponent into the air, turning it into blood mist.
This scene immediately stunned everyone within a few hundred feet, especially the Tatars who were dumbfounded.
The few strong Tatars who had just rushed towards Li Huan were all well-known strong men in the Tatar army. It could be said that they were worshiped by the entire Iliha tribe warriors.
But now these Tatars are watching with their own eyes the warriors of their own tribe being easily killed. One can imagine how great the psychological impact that scene just had on these Tatar soldiers.
"The general is mighty, the general is mighty."
On the contrary, the Ming army had long been accustomed to Li Huan's killings. They came here and slaughtered more than a dozen tribes. Naturally, they also encountered some strong men from the Tatar tribe, but no matter what they were,
The strong men were beaten to death by Li Huan in front of him.
Therefore, Situations like this are already commonplace for soldiers and soldiers, and they are not surprised by it. However, no matter what, seeing this scene can still make the blood of all soldiers boil.
As the morale of the Ming army was high and they were shouting, on the contrary, the morale of the Tatar side plummeted. Many Tatars were even frightened by the scene they saw and murmured to themselves: "Devil
, Devil..."
Harriman and other senior leaders of the Iliha tribe in the army were also suppressed, although they also learned rumors about Li Huan from the people who escaped from the slaughtered tribes.
But as long as they didn't see it with their own eyes, how many people would believe the descriptions about Li Huan in their mouths?
In the words of these people, Li Huan is a god-like existence who kills people quickly and has no rivals. It would be strange if Harriman and the others believed him.
But now Harriman and others saw with their own eyes that the warriors of the clan were defeated in front of Li Huan without even being able to take a single blow. For some reason, the rumors about how terrifying and invincible Li Huan was suddenly appeared in their minds.
Come.
A Tatar nobleman, his face pale, his forehead covered with cold sweat, said to Harriman in a trembling voice: "High Priest, this...this Li Huan is the devil, I'm afraid we are no match for him."
"Great Priest, what should we do? Is the Yiliha tribe going to be finished..."
Seeing the panic and fear of everyone around him, Harriman gritted his teeth and shouted: "Why are you panicking? There are so many of us. Even if we put our lives on the pile, we can pile them up to kill Li Huan..."
While he was talking, Li Huan had already noticed Harriman's banner.
Originally, Li Huan was chasing Harriman's banner all the way. With Harriman as the center, almost all the high-ranking dignitaries of the Yiliha tribe gathered together. The flags fluttering in the wind couldn't be more eye-catching.
Now Li Huan dismounted his horse and swept straight towards where Harriman and others were, killing them.
Harriman, who was scolding everyone and trying to stabilize the morale of the army, suddenly felt nervous. He raised his head and looked at Li Huan, just in time to see Li Huan's eyes falling on him.
"It's over, I'm being targeted."
Harriman was frightened and wanted to run away almost instinctively. Li Huan's gaze was really too terrifying. Even with his determination, Harriman did not dare to look directly at Li Huan's eyes, which were filled with endless murderous intent.
Of course, the most important thing was that Li Huan was covered in blood and his demon-like image was too terrifying. Especially the scene where Li Huan blasted the strong Tatar man in the air just now brought a great psychological shadow to Harriman.
"Great Priest, the devil is coming. Run away."
Some people saw Li Huan's killer approaching and couldn't help but turn around and run away, shouting at Harriman at the same time.
At this moment, they couldn't care about anything else. At least not a fool could see that if Li Huan came to kill them, none of them would survive.
When Harriman saw this, even though he was extremely frightened, he still shouted: "We can't escape, we can't escape. Once we escape, the Iliha tribe will really be doomed."
Harriman knew in his heart that once they took the lead and ran away, the Tatar army, which was still fighting with the Ming army, would be demoralized and collapse.
Li Huan's invincible killings could indeed shake the morale of some soldiers, but compared to tens of thousands of soldiers, Li Huan could only affect a very small number.
After all, the battlefield stretched for miles, and both sides were fighting in one place. Only a handful of people could actually see Li Huan killing everyone.
As long as the morale of the army is not chaotic, Harriman believes that it will be a head-on fight, and the Ming army will not have the confidence to continue to fight with them head-on.
I have to say that Harriman's thinking was not bad. As long as Harriman and others did not appear on the battlefield and remotely command the army to fight Li Huan, then no matter how brave Li Huan was, he would not be able to kill 20,000 troops by himself, and Li Huan would not be able to bear it.
The consequence of losing too many soldiers and horses under his command.
As long as the Tatars can withstand the wave and the two sides enter a stalemate, the Ming army may be the first to be unable to withstand it.
It's a pity that Harriman underestimated Li Huan too much. He personally brought the middle and senior members of the family to the battlefield, and even more ostentatiously used his banner to supervise the battle.
In this case, if Li Huan is targeted, unless there is someone around him who can stop Li Huan, the consequences can be imagined.
Here Harriman shouted, trying to stabilize people's hearts and prevent the powerful people in the tribe from escaping, but at this moment, a thunder exploded in his ears: "Harriman, suffer death!"
Harriman was suddenly startled. He turned around subconsciously and saw a burly figure appearing like a man from heaven descending to earth. Then he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body was lifted up in the air by a blood-stained spear.
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ps: I recommend a book called "Being a Salted Fish in Hongwu". Traveling back to the last years of Hongwu, the unpromising Zhu Yunxi said that it would be good to be a salted fish king.
There are soldiers, money and land, a perfect salted fish life.
It's just that there is a bad old man who is very bad. He forces him to learn this and that all day long. When he has nothing to do, he always gives him a pat on the back and tells him to take over when he retires.
Nonsence!
I haven’t even taken the socialist class, so why can I still believe you?