After more than ten years of talking about war, I thought about the scene of riding a horse and killing the enemy for half my life, and the great achievements I had thought about for half my life, but I was always bound by my identity. Today, I finally realized it.

Looking at the endless camp and the vast land, Zhu Houzhao was very excited at this time, and his heart was like a mirror. When he saw the people in the camp noticed his movements, he immediately waved his hand to the shepherd behind him and said domineeringly: "All follow me, horse circle!"

The first target of the attack was the opponent's horse circle.

Sure enough, at this time, many Tatars who were suddenly attacked rushed to the horse circle.

However, Zhu Houzhao rushed here with his men for a moment. When he rang a gun, or he was too lazy to even put a gun, he rode his horse and rushed towards the Tatars who were close to the horse's ring like a whirlwind.

Zhu Houzhao ordered people to open the horse ring, then fired a few shots into the sky, and the sound of the bang was deafening. The horse in the horse ring was frightened and immediately neighed and rushed out of the circle after terrifying. As soon as he was driven away, he rushed towards the vast wilderness.

Thousands of horses gallop like surging rivers, just like the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea without returning!

The horse circle is still a little far from their camp. Seeing that the camp is starting to be in chaos, most of the Tatars who came out are old and weak.

Everyone suddenly became energetic, and Boss Zhu said nothing wrong. The elite troops of the Tu Xie tribe really came out in full swing, and here they were just a group of old, weak and disabled soldiers.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao slapped the restless war horse while sitting down, and asked seriously: "Are you ready?"

Everyone took a deep breath, but at this time they were full of confidence and responded loudly: "It's ready."

The sound is like a rainbow and the momentum is majestic.

"Then!" Zhu Houzhao was also extremely excited, and her whole body was extremely excited, and her face was filled with a light of confidence.

Everything was judged by oneself. Every step of the Tatars, their gathering points, and their deployment were all under their control. More than ten years of hard work were obviously not in vain. This feeling made him more relieved than killing a few Tatars.

He raised his knife excitedly and shouted with a thrill of momentum: "Kill!"

"kill!"

The rumbling cavalry team rushed towards the camp like crazy.

Some scattered Tatars tried to resist, but before they got close, some were hit with gunfire, and some had never seen such a situation before. They were frightened and looked like earth. Before they could react, the cavalry had already rushed over, and a silver light flashed, and the long sword cut them to the point of bleeding.

The Tatars who resisted for a while could not help but panic and fled everywhere, and some even began to make tragic sounds.

The horse speed began to get faster and faster. There was a wooden fence in front, but it was very low. Zhu Houzhao took the lead and rode his horse directly over. The people behind him even knocked the wooden fence open directly. Then, he released his horse, slashed all the way, and fired guns everywhere. Those tents just needed to go forward and were immediately knocked away. The rumbling dense cavalry team seemed to have entered a no-man's realm, like a sharp knife, ruthlessly tore everything they encountered, and they forced them to rumble and spread the entire camp.

From east to west, countless tents were broken by them, and there were blood flowing into rivers along the way, and the bodies along the way were all the way.

The entire camp was completely in chaos, and many people fled in panic, but at this moment there was no escape, no one to avoid, and they could only wait for death.

If the Tatars left here at the beginning were ridiculous, they found that their horses had been driven away, and when they heard the gunshots, they found that these great Han shepherds were familiar with the attack of dense cavalry, they realized that the enemies they were facing were not just a group of scattered soldiers, but a group of cavalry that had been truly honed on the grassland.

In this panic, the Tatars could not organize their resistance. They finally gathered a group of people, but there was no horse. As a result, the cavalry rushed to the scene like a whirlwind, and their war horses broke through everything. They were already long blood-drinking swords, and suddenly, there were a few gunshots. Before they could react, these people rushed from west to east.

The Tatars looked at the situation in front of them in disbelief and seemed to be extremely desperate, and they opened their mouths and were unable to resist again.

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble... Rumble...

The dense sound of horse hooves galloping like a war drum. The leader held a long blade and slashed the back of the head of a Tatar who was trying to escape. The sword had red and white liquid. He waved his arm and the cavalry behind him continued to run in the camp like a tide.

Their eyes were red and they began to scream from the bottom of their hearts. Here, they were almost as if they were in a no-man state. They let their horses freely, releasing their wildness, and even deliberately crashed into the tent. The tent suddenly screamed, so they laughed.

They finally fell in love with this feeling of running. They kept running, knocking the person who wanted to stop them. The sound of the broken bones could be heard vaguely, stimulating their eardrums and laughing.

This place has become a purgatory on earth. Countless people screamed and no one expected that here, deep in this desert, had become the target of attack. This has not happened in a thousand years. These Tatar men were a group of cruelty and robbers not long ago, but now they are all fears that are deeply rooted in their hearts.

"kill!"

Dong Zhuo roared, and the sword in his hand slashed down fiercely. At the same time, he drove to the side of the riding formation with a tumbling tilt.

"kill!"

The shepherds with red eyes roared together, and the sound was like thunder. Thousands of iron hooves stirred up dust in the sky. The long sword in their hands was raised high above the top. The sharp cold light made the darkness of the sky fade away. The blade was covered with blood.

The last little confidence was finally completely lost in the hearts of the Tatars like headless flies, and everyone began to panic like a broken dog and began to flee.

The defeat was like a mountain of defeat.

In other words, these people have become lambs under the butcher's knife before they can really start fighting and are killed randomly. This is something that has never happened.

Zhu Houzhao had killed countless people. His arms were already sore and numb. He and his people had almost completely razed the camp to the ground. It was not until this time that he completely realized that no one here dared to stop his troops.

In the camp, thousands of corpses were left everywhere. The frightened people bowed down one after another, and they were muttering something. Zhu Houzhao stood on the horse, looked at the devastated coldly, and said sternly: "Get all these cowards together, men gather together, women gather together, and men pick up the corpses, women bury the pot and make rice, and they are hungry." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!