Shi Biao led ten thousand cavalrymen, and wherever they rushed left and right, the swords and shadows flew everywhere. The sword was rolled up, the sword was broken, and the arrow feathers were shot. Shi Biao picked up his most proud battle axe and shouted: "Brothers, fight with me, kill one enough, kill two to earn one."
There were fewer and fewer soldiers beside him, but Shi Biao was not afraid at all, but just rushed around. His eyes turned blood red, and he kept shouting. Wherever the axe reached, the enemy would be killed and under the horse. Under Shi Biao's leadership, the encirclement formed by the Mongolian cavalry of the Oirat was torn apart. Shi Biao did not escape. After running hundreds of steps, he pulled the horse up. The horse raised its front hooves high. Shi Biao turned his horse's head and looked at the enemy army opposite. The armor on his body was soaked in blood, just like a red man.
In front of Shi Biao, the Ming spearmen, the large shields, musketeers and archers scattered by Mongolian cavalry scammers, had no resistance to the galloping war horses, and they all separated their heads and sabers. Some soldiers fought stubbornly in groups, but in the face of the flood-like cavalry team, they were quickly swallowed up.
After Shi Biao stopped the horse, the cavalry behind him also stopped the horses and turned around. The orderly formed a team of established troops. Shi Biao asked a general beside him, "How many people are left?" The general turned around and counted it and said, "There are more than 7,000 cavalry available, so let's retreat, general."
Shi Biao reached out to stop the other party's words, sighed and said, "Ten thousand good men died in the battle for power and profit of our Shi family, and because of my willful deeds, they died on the battlefield. I know what you want to say. If we want to run, we will run away long ago. Now these soldiers can protect you and me and rush out. But if this is the case, even if I live in the world, I have no virtue to command the soldiers and horses. Even if I die in the future, I will have no face to face the ancestors of the Shi family. Damn, I, Shi Biao, can't do anything that is not bloody or manly."
Shi Biao waved his battle axe and shouted, "Listen to my order, the whole army gathered to rush over to save our brothers." As he said that, he grabbed the horse's belly and sensed the master's passion. He raised his hooves and rushed out like an arrow. The cavalry behind him was also infected by Shi Biao's words. Seeing his infantry colleagues being fought by Mongolian Tartars in the field, he roared angrily and charged out with Shi Biao, and no one retreated.
The Mongolians saw Shi Biao leading less than 10,000 cavalry to rush out, and then gathered for a while and went up to meet them. The soldiers slashed each other with their heads. After a round, Shi Biao looked back at the only five thousand soldiers left beside him. Looking at the enemy's corpse in front of him, Shi Biao laughed loudly and said, "Mongolian cavalry is nothing but Err."
Meng He smiled coldly and ordered two phalanxes of vitality that were surging on the side to attack at the same time, so that Shi Biao's cavalry would not be left behind after a round of struggle. These Mongolians had already been beaten by the fighting just now, and the smell of blood was floating in the air. They received the order and rushed towards Shi Biao. Shi Biao also put down the group of cavalry that had just been opposite and led the troops to attack the group of new forces. He knew in his heart that perhaps this was the last charge in his life.
At this moment, a figure galloped from afar, and the dust flew wherever he passed. His speed was several times faster than the horses. He could not see his figure clearly. He could only pull out a long phantom on the ground. He heard a loud shout spreading to the formation of thousands of horses, and the roar of the horses who had overwhelmed tens of thousands of people like thunder: "You are here, Master Long."
Neither the Mongolian nor Shi Biao stopped the impact, but he looked at the fast moving figure at the same time. Suddenly the figure disappeared from hundreds of steps away. Then he appeared in front of Shi Biaoma in a flash, and pressed the running horse with one hand. Shi Biao was shocked by the shock. He didn't know who the person was. He was about to chop it with a swing axe, but he saw that the cavalry in the Mongolian ranks were cut in half, and some even the horses were cut into two pieces. Suddenly, the people were tilted up and turned around and messed up.
The boy who held Shi Biaoma's head was clearly a boy. The boy laughed to the sky, his voice was deafening, which made Shi Biao's ears hurt. He saw the scene of the Mongolian Tartars and turned his axe and the battle axe passed by the boy. The boy didn't care at all, and he didn't even look at Shi Biao. Although he didn't know what happened, it should be the boy who helped kill hundreds of Mongolian cavalry. In just a moment, he was like a god. It seemed that he was a friend but not an enemy, so Shi Biao faintly pressed the anxiety in his heart and said, "Who are you?"
The young man looked handsome and smiled, but he felt a kind of heroic spirit on his face. He heard him gently answer, "I am Long Qingquan, Huangshan." Seeing Shi Biao being stunned, Long Qingquan added: "It was my brother-in-law Lu Yunzhi who asked me to come, saying that I want to save your life. You can take someone to retreat, and someone will take you back, and I will cut off the rear for you."
After Long Qingquan said, regardless of whether Shi Biao agreed or not, he smiled gently and walked with his sword. He suddenly waved it. Another swept across thousands of troops. The Oirat cavalry fell off the horse. Each time he waved at least forty or fifty, hundreds of people were killed by Long Qingquan and horses. The Mongolian soldiers were brave and bloody. However, people had never seen such godly figures as Long Qingquan. People were particularly afraid of things they had never seen before, especially dangers they had never seen before. So for a moment, the Oirat army did not dare to move forward and was blocked by Long Qingquan. It was said that one man was the pass and ten thousand men could not open.
Long Qingquan laughed to the sky and deliberately leaned forward. The Mongolians took a step back. Long Qingquan scratched their heads and shouted, "Come on." As they said that, they took two more steps forward. The Ola army retreated together. Long Qingquan smiled contemptuously, then raised his little finger at the Mongols, and shook his head slightly. The Mongols were angry. Although they were afraid of this young man who could not see clearly, the Mongolian warriors could not be insulted. They rushed towards Long Qingquan angrily, and Long Qingquan also waved his sword to meet him. At this moment, they heard the Ola cavalry shouting loudly behind him and remembered: "Boy, don't be arrogant, look at me to take you."
Meng He rode his horse and then suddenly kicked the stirrup and rushed towards Long Qingquan through hundreds of steps. Countless ghosts suddenly surged out of his sleeves, and ghosts were also wrapped around him and dragged him to escape like a flying one. Long Qingquan knew that it was Meng He, and he heard Lu Yunzhi talk about his ability, so he didn't dare to shout and greet him. The steel sword was flying beside him. The cavalry on both sides were instantly pinched into minced meat. He suddenly raised the steel sword over his head, opened his eyes and shouted, and the muscles of his arms protruded and slashed down vertically, and a move was made to press the top of his head.