"kill!"
Charles IX knew that he had been tricked by Yan Qi.
But now, his army only has 350,000 people left.
After fighting for seven or eight days and continuously attacking the city, they had reached the end of their efforts.
Now, they are faced with a new and cutting-edge division of Turkic soldiers.
This battle can be described as difficult.
It is very detrimental to your own situation.
Therefore, he wanted to seize the opportunity first, attack and kill Yan Qi before Yan Qi launched his attack, and catch him off guard.
Then, take the opportunity to escape.
From a military perspective, Charles IX was not someone to be trifled with.
European warrior rankings, there is no way he can be ranked in the top ten.
Yan Qi had long seen through King Charles IX's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys.
How could Xiao Jiujiu deceive Yan Qi with this?
"Mo Ye."
"exist!"
Yan Qi patted Mo Ye's shoulder hard: "Do you know what it means if you can kill Charles IX?"
Mo Ye straightened his back: "Master Yan, please teach me."
Yan Qidao: "Char IX ranks among the top ten European generals. If you can kill Charles IX and wipe out all his troops, you will become famous. Not only will it boost your morale, but it will also Shock the European countries so that they will not dare to attack you easily again."
"Master Yan, I understand."
Mo Ye roared angrily: "Shield bearers, form a formation."
Click, click, click!
Ten thousand shields gathered in front, holding their shields high.
Form a defensive wall.
"Iron Gun Camp, move forward."
A battalion of 20,000 iron gunmen hid behind the shield hands and advanced slowly.
Mo Ye understood.
Just kill Charles IX and destroy this European coalition.
Then the Ottomans will become stronger.
At least, no one dares to mess with him for a short period of time.
For the lives of three million Turks.
Must fight.
"kill!"
Charles IX bit the bullet and launched a charge.
"kill!"
Mo Ye was barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, so he also launched a charge.
The two armies collided so brutally.
Boom boom boom!
There was a sound of iron guns exploding.
In this collision, thousands of flesh and blood died in front of the battle.
Then, there was another collision.
Boom boom boom!
Thousands died in battle.
continue.
Another collision.
The battlefield is stained with blood.
Back and forth, three collisions.
Basically all the iron gun soldiers on both sides were destroyed.
Both Charles IX and Mo Ye paid a heavy price.
Tens of thousands were killed on each side.
On top of the city, An Jiao watched with horror.
"The Turks are too fierce in fighting and have no regard for life and death. Who can not be afraid of them?"
An Tiao thought again that it was Yan Qi who personally drove these Turks out of northern Xinjiang.
Such a comparison shows how strong the combat power of Yan Qi's army must be.
"Charge, the cavalry lines up, the archers line up."
Mo Ye issued a tactical order.
Without the iron gun soldiers, the next step is a battle between cavalry.
This aspect is the special skill of the Turks.
The Turks are almost invincible in riding and shooting.
Once the Turks are allowed to launch a cavalry and archery formation, they will be like a hunter butchering a deer, taking whatever they want.
Charles IX knew how powerful it was.
"Charge, don't engage in positional warfare. Divide into nine teams and spread out to disrupt the Turks' plan."
The more than 300,000 troops under Charles IX immediately dispersed.
This time, the effectiveness of the Turks' riding and shooting tactics was greatly reduced.
This is equivalent to the prey being scattered and unable to be eliminated in a concentrated manner.
Yan Qi saw it and admired Charles IX's tactics.
This guy really has some integrity, no wonder he wants to be the king.
However, when faced with Mo Ye's desperate fighting style, sooner or later, he would have to answer here.
The battlefield is like a wandering dragon.
In an instant, everything changes.
Mo Ye detoured from the side, shooting arrows from a distance and chopping with a knife from a distance.
The two sides went back and forth, and the battle was fierce.
Although Charles IX was suppressed, he still supported him tenaciously.
Yan Qi waved the steel knife at An Tiao on the top of the city: "Brother An, what can we wait for? Could it be that he was frightened by King Charles IX? If we don't take revenge now, how long will it take?"
"Yes, I'm still here watching stupidly."
Anjo felt ashamed for a while.
Yan Qi came to help, but he was still watching the excitement on the top of the city.
What is this?
"My sons, follow me and kill these Europeans."
An Tiao led an army of 400,000 people, opened the city gates, and rushed out.
Just now, the city gate was almost broken.
Everyone is demoralized, despairing, and has no fighting power.
But what about now?
Very different.
The food country has strong backing.
This is undoubtedly the most powerful cardiotonic drug.
In an instant, fighting spirit came over him.
Although, their army is basically composed of new recruits.
But when you're desperate, it's worth trading your head for it.
"Kill! Revenge, kill all the Europeans, and avenge the death of Pao Ze."
Anjo took the lead and rushed towards the European coalition forces.
This time, Charles IX was attacked from both sides.
The Turkic cavalry has already put Charles IX under great pressure. Now, another group of new recruits came to take revenge.
I can't bear it.
Just now, he was so high-spirited that he was about to break the city.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Yan Qi arrived, he was made into dumplings in an instant.
God, don't play with me like this.
I am your true believer.
Charles IX looked up to the sky and sighed.
Yan Qidao: "Even God can't save you. God can control you, but he can't control me."
Two hours of fighting.
Charles IX had only 200,000 troops left and ran wildly.
Mo Ye's bow and arrows have been used up.
Only close combat.
He led an army in a mad pursuit of Charles IX.
Yan Qi said to Mo Ye: "No more close combat, just chase him to the outskirts of the city, and leave the rest to Yuan Hong and Xima. Do you understand?"
Mo Ye nodded: "Understood."
"Chase!"
Mo Ye pretended to chase him.
Finally, Charles IX fled to the outskirts of the city.
He took a deep breath and looked up to the sky laughing: "I escaped, I finally escaped. I won, I won."
"How did you win?"
Yan Qi caught up from behind and smiled disdainfully: "We worked hard on the expedition, but failed to make any achievements. More than 300,000 people died. How can we win? Oh, I understand. Do you think you have won if you just survive?"
Charles IX bared his teeth and glared at Yan Qi hysterically: "Keep the green hills here, don't worry about running out of firewood! If I can escape, even if I win, I will have a chance to make a comeback. Yan Qi, you can't kill me, you are If you lose, you lose, hahaha.”
Yan Qi's eyes were cold and stern: "If you say that, you still lose."
Charles IX said: "Where did I lose?"
Yan Qidao: "If you die, don't you lose?"
"But, I am still alive and well, and you can never catch up with me again."
"Really? Look behind you."
Charles IX looked back.
Yan Qi whistled.
"kill!"
Yuan Hong and Xima each led an army and fought out from behind on both sides.
"ah!"
Charles IX was immediately dumbfounded.
"I...I'm surrounded, Yan Qi, you are indeed vicious."
Yan Qi laughed: "You lose this time, hehe."
