【Chapter 310】I am invincible, I have no desire to fight

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After consolidating the defense line, the white-clothed army gradually began to counterattack and gradually expanded their front line to seek more opportunities to annihilate the enemy. The commanders of each team did not need Xu Xingxia's special reminder to know how to eliminate the enemy to the greatest extent. They observed the movements of the Tartar cavalry, and then led their own teams to take the initiative.

It felt that the Taurus cavalry had no will to fight. Some of the white-clothed soldiers even left the cover of the side van and went directly to the Gobi Desert outside, stepped on the Tartars' bodies, and shot at the Tartars farther away. The farthest-clothed soldiers were even thirty meters away from the side van. If the Tartars cavalry launched a sudden counterattack, I believe they would gain much. Unfortunately, the Tartars cavalry had no intention of fighting at all, and they just wanted to retreat desperately, and they were about to collapse.

The scattered soldiers of the Eagle Cavalry became active again. They went further than ordinary white-clothed soldiers and had more chances to kill the enemy. The Taurus cavalry, who were unwilling to fight, became their best targets. As long as they were targeted by them, unless they had the ability to fly and escape, there was basically no possibility of escape.

With the gradual counterattack of the White-Clothed Army, the Tartar corpses left on the battlefield were becoming more and more dense. A large number of Tartar corpses and corpses of war horses were piled up together, almost without even space to settle down. In some places, the blood accumulated was even deeper than the knees. In this way, the number of Tartar cavalry that could continue to be engaged in the battle was naturally smaller and smaller. One was rising and the other was getting stronger, and the combat effectiveness of the White-Clothed Army seemed to be even stronger. The extremely severely damaged Tartar cavalry could only retreat desperately to seek the opportunity to save their lives.

"How could this happen? Did we fail like this?" Eridun looked at Helekin beside him, muttering to himself with a little bit of a slight expression on his face. In fact, he already knew that this attack had been a complete failure. However, he could not accept the fact of failure. Everything in front of him was really a big blow to him.

Originally, he was heading south with great courage and wanted to find the bad luck of the Ming army, but unexpectedly, the result was like this in the end. The gap between the two was indeed too big, so big that he could not bear it. He could only sit on the horse's back weakly, looking at everything around him at a loss, not knowing what to do. In his history of war, there was no such a crushing defeat! How could he encounter such a tragic thing today?

He suddenly realized that in the whole incident, he was the stupidest person. Everything in front of him was found by him. If he hadn't been stupid and tricked by Hellerkin to participate in this operation, he would not have had such a result. Regret, Eriton really regretted it. If there was really a regret medicine in this world, no matter how much the price he had to pay, he would be willing to buy one and push everything in front of him back.

Originally, the only ones who were attacked by the Ming army were the Tatars of the Helejin tribe. The only ones who wanted to find the Ming army were the Tatars of the Helejin tribe. The Tatars of the Eridun tribe had never gone south before and had not plagued Ningxia Town. It can be said that they basically had no great hatred between themselves and the Ming army. Even if the Ming army wanted to enter the grassland in the future, they would have room for negotiation with them.

However, it was because he was obsessed with money for a moment that he was deceived by Helekin. As a result, not only did his plan to go south not come true, but he instead used at least three thousand-person teams. Zachtai's Thousand Team was gone, and at least two of his three thousand-person teams were destroyed. He had only four thousand-person cavalry in total, and three were destroyed at once. It can be said that the young and strong people of the Eriton tribe were basically completely lost. After returning, he was afraid that he would vomit three liters of blood immediately and then die of depression.

For a moment, Eriton hated Hellerkin to death. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Hellerkin was hateful, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Hellerkin was even more hateful than Xu Xingxia. In a sense, Xu Xingxia also defeated him with dignity. His skills were not as good as others and he had nothing to say. However, Hellerkin used conspiracies to deceive himself.

If it weren't for the public's sight, Erito really wanted to draw his sword and kill Helekin with one sword to vent his anger. It was this guy who killed him. If it weren't for his big foolings, he wouldn't have fallen to this point. This is also the psychology of ordinary people. A powerful enemy cannot afford to offend him, so he had to take his anger on others.

"Retreat!" Hellekin said in dismay. At this point, Hellekin can only accept reality in pain. Hellekin doesn't know what to do in the future. Anyway, let's take one step at a time. I guess the life of this tribe leader will not be too long. What's more terrible is that the existence of the Hellekin tribe may not be too long. In the mouth of the White Army, the Hellekin tribe is a piece of fat. In the hands of other Tatar tribes, the Hellekin tribe is also a piece of fat?

The Tartar cavalry who received the order to retreat hurriedly retreated. They were really scared of being beaten and no longer had the courage to fight. When they received the order to retreat, their last bit of fighting will completely dissipate. They were not interested in fighting, and there was only one word in their minds, that is: Escape! Escape from the battlefield, escape from danger, and escape from birth at the fastest speed.

However, even if the Tartars wanted to leave, it was not that easy. When the Tartar cavalry attacked others just now, they felt so good, so arrogant, so arrogant, so arrogant, and so arrogant. Now, it is the turn of the beaten people to be proud. Thirty years from Hedong to Thirty years from Hexi, and the feng shui has changed. You can't be beaten for nothing, right?

Just now, the scattered soldiers of the White Army suffered a great loss and killed many people. When the Taurus cavalry retreated one after another, they appeared like ghosts. The Taurus cavalry who was unwilling to fight became their best prey. This time, their speed of hunting the Taurus cavalry was faster than before. The Taurus cavalry who was unwilling to fight naturally plummeted and fell to zero.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Scattered gunfire echoed on a messy battlefield.

Each gunshot is very likely to represent the death of a Tartar cavalry, adding another nameless corpse to this chaotic battlefield. If there is no accident, a war horse without its master will be added to the chaotic battlefield. Of course, at some point, even the Tartar horses were killed.

In addition to the scattered soldiers of the Diaoqi Army, the other nine combat straits of the White-Clothed Army also chased them out. Although their lethality is not as impressive as the Diaoqi Army and its marksmanship is not as accurate as the Diaoqi Army, their number is large! The number of people is also an advantage, and it is a particularly obvious advantage. When taking platoons and shooting, the results are often quite considerable. As a result, the number of fallen Tatar cavalry has increased.

Even the auxiliary soldiers rushed out with their waist swords. Anyway, the Tartars were defeated and had no combat power. Even if they only had a simple waist sword, they could still kill a few Tartars. Even if ordinary Tartars could not kill, they could still eliminate the wounded Tartars on the battlefield. The white-clad army led by Xu Xingxia has always refused to be ordinary captives of Tartars. As long as they encountered them, they would basically send them back to the west with one knife.

"Stop!"

“Camp again on the spot!”

Seeing something was wrong, Eriton and Helekin hurriedly issued an order.

The White-Clothed Army's pursuit was too fierce and the Tatars could not bear it at all. If they fled back in a hurry, they would be afraid that the White-Clothed Army who was chasing behind would easily kill more than half of them. They were even likely to have been wiped out before they returned to their tribe. They had to stop and reorganize the team before they had the chance to go back alive.

However, after stopping, Eriton and Helekin realized that things were far from as simple as imagined. First of all, less than half of the Tatars in a defeated state followed their orders and were willing to stop, set up camp again, and block the attack of the White Army head-on. As for the other half, most of them fled back to their tribes in a hurry. A small number might even flee to other tribes.

A rough count of the number of people was less than 2,500. When we headed south, there were tens of thousands of people! More than half of them were seen! What’s even more serious is that there were still a large number of idle people among the less than 3,000 people. There were even less than 1,500 people. Moreover, among these 1,500 people, there were quite a few people injured, and some people were even seriously injured, but they were just barely supporting them to run back. It’s hard to say when they suddenly died.

Faced with such a small amount of troops, Eridun and Helekin were simply crying. The Tartar cavalry that were killed were all the last elites of their respective tribes. Without them, it basically means that their tribe would no longer exist. Just one day's battle, the casualties of the troops were so outrageous. That Xu Xingxia was simply the embodiment of the devil! Why was the firearms of the White Army so scary?

In fact, even if the Tartars stopped and set up camp again, what could they do? Counterattack was absolutely impossible. With their little force, where could there be a possibility of counterattack? If they rushed up now, the White-Clothed Army's pursuers and a wave of guns could kill them all. Fortunately, the White-Clothed Army's chariot battalion and artillery battalion did not catch up. Otherwise, they would not even have the qualification to set up camp again. The only thing they could do now was to negotiate with the White-Clothed Army. This was their only way out.
Chapter completed!