"Lute, you can't run away." Tan Zaiwang shouted.
The Lute man was a little fat and had short limbs. Hearing the shouts behind him, he trembled and hurriedly ordered the armored cavalry guarding him: "Quick, stop them quickly, don't let them catch up."
Several armored knights guarding him separated two of them, holding scimitars in their hands, and rushed towards Tan Zaiwang, trying to stop Tan Zaiwang.
Root, protected by several other armored cavalry, fled forward without looking back.
Tan Zaiwang charged with his horse with one hand. He raised a musket with the other hand and hit a Mongolian armored cavalryman in front of him. Then he threw the musket forward.
At the same time, he picked up his saber and slashed forward.
The war horse rushed through the two armored knights blocking the front.
One of the two armored knights blocking the front was hit on the shoulder by a lead shot from a handgun.
The burning pain made the knight unsteady and he stumbled to the ground.
Another armored knight was cut across the neck by the saber in Tan Zaiwang's hand. Blood spurted out and he fell to the ground.
The cavalryman from the armored cavalry battalion who followed behind raised his hand and slashed with his sword. Most of the head of the armored cavalryman who was hit by the hand was chopped off.
White brain matter mixed with blood dripped down half of his face.
The gun thrown by Tan Zaiwang hit an armored knight next to Lute in the back.
The power of the galloping war horse and the force of Tan Zaiwang's throw directly knocked the armored knight to the ground.
There were not many armored knights around Lute, and only two of them were left.
Lute was born with short legs. As Hatanbu Taiji, he was used to being pampered and had a big belly. He couldn't run at all, so he had to let the two armored riders around him carry him to escape.
It was difficult for a two-legged man to outrun a four-legged war horse. Before Root and his armored horsemen could escape far, they were overtaken by Tan Zaiwang who was chasing behind them.
The armored knights around Mongolian Taiji dealt most with war horses. Almost the moment Tan Zaiwang caught up, he heard the clear sound of horse hooves behind him.
An armored knight guarding Lu Te let go of Lu Te's arm, turned around and charged towards Tan Zaiwang with a sword.
However, before his knife could hit Tan Zaiwang, his throat was cut by Tan Zaiwang's saber.
At this time, Tan Zaiwang had already caught up with Lute, hit him with his saber, and slashed at him.
Although Lute's limbs were short, his reaction was extremely quick. He rolled around on the spot and avoided the knife.
The armored knight on the side did not have such good luck. Tan Zaiwang cut his neck off with a knife. His head fell to the ground and rolled a few times before his body fell to the ground. The blood in his neck cavity soaked the ground.
"Lute, you can't run away." Tan Zaiwang raised his saber dripping with blood and pointed at Root on the ground. At the same time, he pulled the reins in his hands and controlled the horse under him to stop.
Root put his hands on the ground, half lying on the ground, and said shivering: "You, who are you? I, I am Taiji, kill me, the Great Khan and Kankantada Taiji will not let you go. .”
"Don't you know who I am?" Tan Zaiwang showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he took out the other gun from his waist, pointed it at Lu Ban on the ground, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
Gunshots sounded.
Root's body on the ground trembled, and soon the clothes on his chest were soaked with blood, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He opened his mouth to speak.
But what came out of his mouth was black and red blood.
Tan Zaiwang withdrew his gaze and ignored Root who fell to the ground. He did not believe that Root could survive after being hit by a bullet in the chest.
He turned his head behind him and said to the cavalry following behind him: "Follow me and kill!"
After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards several fleeing herdsmen not far ahead.
There were constant shouts of killing from the Hatan tribe, and at the same time there were screams.
"Who knows where the war horses of the Hatan tribe are?" Tan Zaiwang slashed a herdsman in front of him to death and turned around to ask the people around him.
A cavalryman from the armored cavalry battalion pointed in a direction and said, "On our way here, my subordinates saw many herdsmen running in that direction. Maybe that is where the Hatan tribe keeps their war horses."
Tan Zaiwang looked in the direction of the other person's finger.
Herdsmen in twos and threes were fleeing in a panic in the direction pointed by the cavalry beside him. Within a short time, five or six herdsmen were running in that direction.
Seeing this, he waved his arm and shouted: "Follow me and kill him!"
Behind him, more than a dozen cavalrymen from the armored cavalry battalion followed him, charging towards the direction in which the herdsmen were escaping.
Along the way, herdsmen who panicked and fled for their lives were killed one after another.
The cavalrymen in the armored cavalry battalion had blood dripping from their swords, and their armors were stained with the blood of the northern captives. The ground was dyed red with blood, and the soil under their feet turned black and red.
The last northern prisoner who stood in front of Tan Zaiwang had his neck cut off by a saber. Tan Zaiwang found that his eyes suddenly opened up, and the Hatan tribe's yurts had fallen behind him.
At this time, he had rushed out from among the many yurts, and there was a long fence in front of him.
"Captain, this should be right here." said a person next to Tan Zaiwang.
The fence in front of me looks like it is used by herdsmen to corral cattle and sheep.
"Captain, there are herdsmen over there."
Suddenly, someone shouted from the side.
Tan Zaiwang turned his head and looked over.
A little further away, a cavalry of herdsmen appeared, numbering about thirty or forty, charging towards them.
The herdsmen made strange noises from their mouths.
Seeing this scene, Tan Zaiwang showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth, raised the saber in his hand, pointed forward, and shouted: "Kill with me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the lead and rushed towards the herdsmen on the opposite side.
The dozen or so horsemen following him also raised their sabers, dismounted their horses, and rushed towards the oncoming herdsmen with him.
The distance was too close, and the horses on both sides failed to reach their maximum speed, and soon the people and horses on both sides collided with each other.
The weapons used by the herdsmen were various. Some herdsmen even held wooden forks for picking hay, and only a few herdsmen held iron guns.
Unfortunately, the gun heads in their hands were already rusty and had not been used for an unknown period of time.
There is even less armor, and the herdsmen only wear fur coats.
All the cavalrymen in the armored cavalry battalion wear armor, and the weapons in their hands are also made of fine iron.
When the two sides collided and fought each other, even though Tan Zaiwang's side did not have the numerical advantage, he still easily killed through dozens of herdsmen's riders.
After the fight, the two sides passed each other and changed directions.
Tan Zaiwang took the reins, turned the horse's head, raised the saber in his hand, and shouted again: "Kill!"
He once again took the lead and charged into the herdsmen's horse team.
