From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 642

Desperate situation.

The Khoshut tribe and the Mongolian army have reached a desperate situation. Ten thousand heavy cavalrymen were baptized by artillery fire, their horses lost control, were squeezed and trampled on the ground, and were surrounded and slaughtered by 60,000 Northwest Army.

The 70,000 light cavalrymen were cut off by 50,000 cavalrymen, and the cavalrymen in front were killed and repelled by the Modao soldiers. Guan Dayong's elite battalion was like a whirlwind in the enemy army.

But after all, it was 70,000 cavalrymen, and it was not so easy to fall. Before their morale was completely broken, they still had a chance to escape.

Sabdan was frightened by the Modao soldiers, and he was so angry that he trembled all over. He shouted: "Don't worry about them! No matter what the cost, we must rush out! Kill quickly! Those who turn back will be killed!"

In fact, without his order, these soldiers also knew that breaking forward was the only way.

It was just that the pressure from the Yehe tribe and Xuanfu cavalry on the side made the passage to the north narrower and more difficult to move.

With the Mo Dao soldiers in front, as long as they killed a group of leading cavalrymen, the rear would be completely unable to move and fall off their horses one after another.

And the more terrible thing finally happened.

At the rear of the Fifth Army Camp, two thousand soldiers rushed out, lined up neatly, and were protected by shieldmen.

They did not carry swords, but had cloth bags hanging around their waists, which were full of sub-guns.

The musketeers of the Fifth Army Camp appeared.

They held sub-guns and flintlocks and had already completed their aiming.

Liu Fang shouted: "Musketeers! Get ready! Fire!"

"Bang!"

A huge noise was heard, and the guns were spitting out fire. The light cavalry wore leather armor and could not stop the bullets at all. The two thousand bullets fired and they all fell down.

The horses also became chaotic, and the entire cavalry column was collapsing and collapsing.

"Musketeers! Keep going! Fire!"

A flintlock musket is equipped with a main musket and six sub-muskets, which means they can fire seven rounds of bullets.

Two thousand guns means 14,000 bullets. Even if the hit rate is not that high and there are repeated shots, it is enough to kill thousands of cavalry.

After this round of gunfire, the Khoshut tribe and the Mongolian army finally collapsed. The horses were out of control and the people fled in panic.

The remaining 40,000 infantrymen of the Xuanfu army rushed towards their tail like hungry wolves.

The entire grassland became a battlefield where the Five Army Camps, the Northwest Army, the Xuanfu Army and the Yehe Cavalry divided and slaughtered the Mongolian army.

Screams spread all around, and blood dyed the grassland red. Sabdan and Bartu tried their best to maintain the basic formation of the army and constantly encouraged the morale of the army, but the effect was too poor.

In the battle between the two armies, in addition to competing in objective combat effectiveness, fighting will is also the key to determining victory or defeat.

When one side's morale collapses, its combat effectiveness cannot be calculated according to normal conditions. At this moment, the Mongolian army is in a state of disarray, and it almost has no ability to fight back.

Zhou Yuan looked at the battlefield ahead and said slowly: "Sister Saint, Bartu deceived you. Are you interested in him?"

In fact, it took Li Yu'an a long time to recover from despair.

She rolled her eyes at Zhou Yuan and said: "Everything is your plan, but you hid it from me. Don't try to get away with it. I will settle accounts with you later."

"As for Bartu..."

She squinted and gritted her teeth and said: "Of course this bastard deserves to die. I will go and catch him myself."

As she spoke, she dodged and rushed into the battlefield.

"Be careful!"

Even though she was good at martial arts, Zhou Yuan couldn't help but worry, but he saw her body rising and falling, and she quickly entered the enemy's formation like a flying swallow.

The panicked enemy no longer had the ability to form a formation to counterattack, and was easily broken through by Li Yu'an.

Li Yu'an picked up a scimitar from the ground, and with a slight force of both hands, the scimitar broke into countless tiny pieces.

She slapped forward with one palm, and the fragments shot out in all directions like bullets, killing all the soldiers who rushed over.

She walked to Bartu's front like a leisurely stroll, and said coldly: "This is the first time I helped him do such an important thing, but you almost made me a sinner, you really deserve to die!"

She stretched out her finger and poked forward, and a stream of internal force directly penetrated Bartu's shoulder.

Bartu cried out in pain, gritted his teeth and kept retreating, roaring: "You can't kill me! If I die, no one will take care of the Khoshut tribe!"

"I still have value! I can keep an eye on the grassland! I can help Dajin protect the grassland!"

Li Yu'an slapped him on the chest with one palm, making him spit blood, then grabbed his body and flew out.

Xue Changyue saw this scene and immediately shouted: "Baertu is dead! Your Khan is dead! Put down your weapons! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

The Mongolian army, whose morale had already collapsed, completely collapsed when they heard this voice. They stood there stupidly, waiting to be slaughtered.

Baertu was regarded asLike a dead dog, he was thrown in front of Zhou Yuan.

He did not stand up, but knelt on the ground and shouted: "Zhou Yuan, no... no, Duke Weiguo, you can't kill me. The Khoshut tribe needs someone to watch over me, and the Mongols need to be watched. I am still useful and I can do things."

Zhou Yuan said lightly: "I will kill the Mongols. A rotten Mongols does not need anyone to guard them."

Bartu said: "There is also the Yarkand Khanate! I can help you keep an eye on them, otherwise they may attack Gansu Town!"

Zhou Yuan said: "I don't need a traitor, but I will let you live."

Bartu was overjoyed when he heard this, his whole body was trembling, and he choked and said: "Thank you, thank you..."

His previous heroic appearance had long disappeared, and now he was as embarrassed as a mad dog who was terminally ill.

Zhou Yuan said: "No need to thank me, Fenglangjuxu, use your head to sacrifice to the sky."

Bartu was completely stunned, collapsed to the ground, and could no longer speak.

"Go! Go!"

Sabdan in the distance had already fallen into despair, but he did not dare to give up. He still called on the most elite cavalry. The last few thousand cavalry who had not lost their minds were making their last struggle.

"No more to the northwest! Enter Sayinshanda City!"

He could not care less. He had to break through the encirclement first.

Cavalry entering the city was a taboo in war. He did not care at this moment. If he did not enter the city, he would die.

"Go! Follow me into the city! Quickly!"

Thousands of elite cavalry followed him into the city, while the remaining cavalry were completely in chaos, running everywhere and being chased and killed.

The Five Army Camps, the Northwest Army, and the Xuanfu Army were all blood-stained, and every soldier was covered in blood.

Zhou Yuan did not accept prisoners. His order was to kill them all.

It was not until dusk that the massacre finally ended.

Under the sad sunset, the grassland was stained red with blood, and countless corpses fell to the ground and covered the surroundings.

It seemed like a purgatory on earth.

All means were used, and the armies of the three Mongolian camps in the south, north and west of the desert were slaughtered.

Xue Changyue knelt on the ground, his face covered in blood, and shouted: "Brothers! Did you see it! I have avenged you!"

He cried bitterly, and the hatred of thirteen years was finally washed away.

Song Wu was covered in blood, staggering on the spot, with injuries on his body, but the murderous intent in his eyes was extremely strong.

This killing vented all his pain for several months.

70,000 troops were buried in the grassland, and hatred took root in his heart, but now he was finally freed.

"Great! Fight! Great!"

Xu Dasheng roared: "The revenge of the Northwest Army! The revenge of the people of the Northwest! We finally got our revenge! The people are still alive! It's time for them to rest in peace!"

Liu Fang strode to Zhou Yuan's side, knelt down with his fists, and shouted: "General! Soldiers of the Fifth Army Camp! Mission accomplished!"

"Good!"

Zhou Yuan said in a deep voice: "The Fifth Army Camp intercepted the Mongolian army thousands of miles away, which should be the first merit."

Liu Fang said: "General, what should we do next? Sabdan led 5,000 elite cavalry and fled into the city of Sayinshand."

Zhou Yuan was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "It is better to pursue the enemy with the remaining courage, and not to seek fame by imitating the tyrant."

"Surround Sayinshand! Set fire to the city! Don't leave anyone alive!"

What they did to the Great Jin! Zhou Yuan will give it back to them! Even if they are left with the infamy of massacring civilians! So what!

He just wants to dye this grassland with blood!

He wants everyone in the world to know this touch of red!

This is the price of invasion!